Cold Shoulder [Completed] ✅

Chapter 5 (M)

"What the fuck is this Jin?" Taehyung stormed into Jin's vanity van without permission, livid with the actor.

Seokjin eyed the little white envelope in Taehyung's hand, that was now squashed. He smirked heavily, raising an eyebrow with disinterest. He continued to touch up his make up at the mirror while his stylist became uncomfortable and looked on in horror at the two of them. The timid woman excused herself, giving them some privacy.

"I asked you a question Jin!" Taehyung was seething.

"That's Mr Kim to you," Seokjin continued applying his mascara completely unfazed.

Taehyung stalked up to him and swivelled his chair so that Jin was now facing him. He leaned in to him, a violent and threatening expression on his face.

"I don't care for your fucking games Seokjin. If you're trying to piss me off, let me tell you, you've succeeded."

Taehyung's face was inches away from Seokjin. He could feel the designer's soft minty breath on his skin. He shivered inwardly at the intimacy, wanting nothing more than to capture Taehyung's lips with his own, but he held himself back.

"I don't care for your games either Mr Kim. You left a wad of cash on my bedside table. I'm simply doubling the favour and the implication behind that," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

Taehyung ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He counted out the notes and placed Jin's half on the make-up counter before shoving the rest in his own pocket.

"Touchè Mr Kim," Taehyung said. "I guess we have nothing more to discuss," he turned around to leave but Jin had other plans. He pulled Taehyung by his arm and stood up abruptly. Taehyung turned back, surprised by Jin's touch.

In one swift move, Jin crashed his lips against the unsuspecting Taehyung, who responded immediately. He kissed him back feverishly. Their hands struggling to find purchase against each other, fighting against the passion that was now engulfing them. Taehyung bit down on Jin's succulent lips and shoved his tongue ruthlessly inside Jin's mouth, not caring if he wanted him to. Jin moaned deeply at the intrusion and Taehyung lost all sense of proprietary.

He shoved Jin up against the wall of the vanity van, his hands roaming all over the lithe body of the actor, in anticipation of ruining him. He lifted Jin's shirt up, trailing his hand up to Jin's perky buds. He pinched down on them, satisfied with the moan that escaped Jin's lips.

Taehyung pushed his body against Jin, pressing their arousals together. Jin gasped for breath, running his hands through Taehyung's hair in ecstacy as the designer bit down on his neck hungrily, licking and sucking along it.

Taehyung grasped Seokjin's ass, squeezing it roughly, lifting him up just as Jin wound his legs around Taehyung's hips. Taehyung began to grind against Jin's hard on, sucking on his earlobe. He leaned away slightly watching as Jin became a moaning mess against him.

"This is what you want slut? Me, fucking you raw, destroying that pretty little hole of yours?"

Jin groaned sexily. His eyes swam with passion and ecstasy.

"You talk too much Taehyung. And you wear way too much clothes for my liking," he smirked at him.

"So now you know my name bitch. I thought you'd forgotten how many times you screamed it out the other night, begging me to fuck you senseless." Taehyung continued to grind against an already ruined Seokjin.

"Aaaah! Take me Taehyung," he moaned sensually. "I want you to ruin me again, over and over..."

Taehyung needed no more prompting. He carried Jin to the interleading door, pushing it open, not breaking the wet and sloppy kiss they shared. He threw Jin down roughly onto the bed in the cabin and kicked the door closed, locking it. 

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A/N: Why do I even bother with these warnings in this fic. The whole thing is full of it! Enjoy! 😈😈

Jin squirmed on the bed, his hands reaching out for Taehyung. Slowly, he removed his clothes, Jin eyeing him hungrily. When he was fully naked, he lowered himself onto Jin and pulled his clothes apart, ripping them away from his skin, revealing the milky white, soft skin beneath.

Taehyung devoured Seokjin with lust filled eyes. He entered Jin without preparation, earning a scream of pleasure and pain from Seokjin. He didn't give Jin time to adjust as he began to thrust into him without mercy. He sucked hungrily onto Jin's perfectly sculpted lips, his breathing unsteady as he fucked into him.

Seokjin moaned loudly, and Taehyung thrusted his thick cock into him, harder and faster, eliciting moans of deep pleasure from Jin's lips. He pulled out and flipped Jin over, smacking his ass a few times, taking pleasure in the squeals of pain escaping from Jin's lips.

Jin was on all fours as Taehyung entered his pulsating pink hole again. He fucked into him, biting down on Jin's back, bruising the soft skin and smirking at his handiwork. He loved the tinge of purple mixed with the red that marked Jin's skin.

He thrusted harder, sliding his cock into him then out, slowly, before slamming back in. Beneath him, Jin was ready to explode but he kept his orgasm back, wanting to delve in the desire Taehyung was giving him. He clenched his hole around Taehyung's thick member, pleased with the resulting moans that escaped his lips.

"Ah fuck Jin! Fuck baby!" He moaned out loud as his movements became sloppy and jerky. He could feel his orgasm coming close now, ready to climax. He pulled out abruptly, flipping Jin over once again so he was facing the designer.

Jin's completely ruined expression, spurred him on as he stroked himself, spurting his thick strings of cum over his face, some falling into his mouth as Jin extended his tongue to catch it. His cheeks decorated with Taehyung's cum, Jin licked at his lips, as Taehyung dived in and captured his lips in a raw kiss, tasting himself.

Fuck! He felt Jin cum, his chest wet between them. He moved off him, settling beside him.

"Suck me clean slut! Now!"

Jin smirked, coming off his high and obliged, licking every last drop off of Taehyung's sculped chest, before locking their lips in a sensual kiss.

Jin sighed contentedly, as he closed his eyes, resting his head in Taehyung's neck. Taehyung kissed the top of Jin's head, his thoughts a complete mess. What were they doing? Why couldn't he resist Jin? He was falling in love with him. He could feel it. It wasn't only the sex, which was fucking fantastic. It was everything about Jin. His attitude, his sassy nature, his looks were a bonus. Taehyung knew he was treading on dangerous grounds. Jin wouldn't reciprocate his feelings. He just wanted to fuck him.

As Seokjin raised his head to Taehyung's face, he could feel himself falling deeply for this man. He gazed into his eyes and kissed him without lust. When it was over, Seokjin got off of him, and began to dress himself in a silk robe, since Taehyung had ripped his clothes.

Taehyung watched him. He was sexy as fuck. He was almost salivating again.

"Like what you see Mr Kim?" He turned around, smirking at Taehyung.

Taehyung scoffed and looked away embarrassed that he had been caught staring. He woke up and dressed himself. He made his way out of the cabin, smacking Jin on the ass for good measure and exiting the vanity, a wide smirk plasted across his face as he heard Seokjin whimper. Taehyung was proud that Jin's ass was sore and he was the cause of it.

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I can't with these two...Do they even know what they're doing?

Anyway, I purple you my swties 💜

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