Fake Love - BTS

Warning: Smut (Not Jikook yettt)

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Jungkook thrusts viciously, forcing ourselves high pitched moans from his submissive lover under him.

Hoseok is definitely enjoying this, of course he would, his lover is fucking him as if he's a desperate dog for water. His legs are quivering now, tears gushing down his cheeks, hands tied over his head and to the bed post as Jungkook continues like a feverish animal diving into his body.

If only he knew the thoughts that were cruising through his head.... They're anything but of Hoseok.

Instead he's imagining that familiar silver haired male just across his door. He's imagining his teasing smile from the club, his seductive twinkling eyes as they hunger over his pretty, the way his fingers teased his throbbing cock against his pants.

Jungkook can't stop thinking about him.

As he fucks into his lover, all he imagines is Jimin's pleasures face with fluttering eyes closed and flushed cheeks in bright pink to the heat in his body. The way his fingers would claw against his wide back to leave marks of red on his skin. His legs would be trembling around him too, pushing him lower whenever he would thrust out just to continue pleasuring and abusing him. Scarred skin drenched with sweat and covered with hickeys, especially on his neck.

Oh his neck.

Jungkook moans to mental image of Jimin thrusting his head back against the pillows, spreading his wet silver hair like a river stream over the silk fabric. His neck would be veined, displaying every muscle and tendon from underneath his skin as it bead with sweat, just begging for Jungkook to choke him until he's a moaning mess-

"FUCK!" He screams and cums inside the condom, riding out his high while Hoseok cums moments later with a high pitches cry as his body melts on the bed with his lower body already aching.

The two are breathing heavily now, processing what they just did before Jungkook pulls out and removes the condom to throw it at the bin, laying beside the panting man.

He's so awestruck.

"That was the most roughest sex we've ever had," Hoseok heaves, breaking a smile, "That was hot baby."

Jungkook only closes his eyes, not being able to form words to escape his lips, so he only hums and turns to his side.

It's insane how Jimin is mentality fucking with his head and he's not even trying!

The man is literally just breathing and Jungkook wants to shovel his whole dick down his throat like he's done for him. Jimin is just a tempting man.

A man that's hard to avoid and not want to fuck.

However he knows Jimin would easily stab him to death if it ever came down to that.

Jungkook smiles to this, feeling his dick slightly twitch once again.

That sounds very pleasing now thinking about it-

"Jungkook, what is this?"

Oh right Hoseok is still here.

He was just about to ask Hoseok about what but then feels his fingers trailing over the phrase on his back, the one that's now healed and left as a permanent scar on his back.

A scar Jungkook would never say how much he likes.

"Jimin's way of expressing his anger," Jungkook huffs, closing his eyes, "Let's sleep babe, I'm tired."

Hoseok didn't say anything, yet Jungkook can feel the curiosity leveling his eyes before sensing his arms wrapped around his waist, followed by a peck on his neck.

"He's a psychopath, be careful with him."

Jungkook only hums back, interlacing his fingers with Hoseok while fighting back a grin.

Jimin indeed is a psychopath.

Someone Jungkook doesn't want to be careful with. He's already hooked to his drug, and he's starting to grow addicted to the high he feeds his body.

Only making him beg for more.

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A/N:
Small updateeee but get ready!! I'm update once it's morning again haha

It's 2 a.m. where I am haha

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