The Jimin Effect ✔

Part One/Chapter Eleven

Jungkook:

He couldn't believe he was about to deflower this teenage virgin on the beach.  He pulled at his cock, a mix of emotions, but Jimin was too smart and perceptive—and he was right.   I love him.

He laid onto the back of the small one, grabbed his chin and pulled it around to kiss him, his dick pressing into the boy's crack.

"I do love you," he whispered, "Fuck, Jimin, how the fuck did you do this to me?"  He whispered, but he kissed him desperately between words.

Jungkook sat back on his feet and looked at the boy's ass, fully prepped.  He sighed, and rose up onto his knees, and pulled the small hips around, and pushed his dickhead against Jimin's wet entrance.

Shit, the boy was still tight and his ass seemed to absorb Jungkook's dick one millimeter at a time.  Jimin moaned beneath him, grabbing his dick erratically and pinching his own nipple.  Fuck, this boy, Jungkook moaned.

Jimin:

Jimin felt Jungkook's dick at his asshole, and his heart fluttered with both fear and excitement.  Fuck, why am I like this? thought Jimin.

As Jungkook started to enter him, he gasped, ran hands over his body, pinched his nipple.

It seemed so much bigger, somehow, than even four fingers. Jimin gasped and bit his own forearm, burying his face in his arms, ass in the air, Jungkook's large hands on his small hips.

Shit, thought Jimin, shit.   And he couldn't even tell if it hurt or felt amazing, and knew somehow it was both, and he bit his arm hard to keep from crying out.

He reached back with a hand to grab Jungkook's wrist, seeking reassurance, and the veiny hand grabbed his and squeezed.

"I will wait for a minute, Jimin-ah," he said, "we should go slow since it's your first time."  And suddenly he was a boyfriend, just like that, and planting kisses on Jimin's back as he waited for his body to adjust.

"Fuck, I love you."  Jimin moaned.  And then, "Fuck, did I say that out loud?"  And then, "Fuck, Fuck."   In response Jungkook chuckled, and kissed his neck, and ran fingers through his silky hair.

"I love you, too, Park Jimin," Jungkook sighed, and grabbed his chin, and kissed him deeply.

Jungkook:

Jungkook pulled the sweet mouth of Park Jimin over his shoulder, and kissed him, tongues dancing.  I can't believe I am inside him, fuck, what am I doing? And yet his heart purred, and he couldn't stop kissing the boy.

"Fuck Jimin, you are gorgeous," he said, eyes moving over the small body pressed into the hot sand.  He kissed Jimin's shoulder and ran a hand down his muscular back until he palmed his round bottom, pulling his cheeks apart to observe himself, half buried inside.

"Fuck, Jimin."  He kissed the boy's back with open mouth kisses.   Part of him couldn't wait to start pounding him; part of him wanted to savor every moment, didn't want to rush it.

He laid again on the boy's back, kissing his neck again, tongue reaching out—hands reaching out, grasping Jimin's face, kissing him over and over.

"Fuck me," whispered Jimin.  "Fuck me, Kook-ah."

Jimin:

Jungkook laid back on top of him again, and Jimin bent his head over his shoulder, searching Jungkook's lips, and soon Jungkook's hands were on his face, and he was kissing him over and over.  Jimin's heart thumped.  Every kiss seemed to make his heart surrender more and more deeply. God I love him, he thought desperately.

"Fuck me," whispered Jimin.  "Fuck me, Kook-ah."

"Jimin-ah, baby, I'm not even in all the way," Jungkook chuckled.  He wrapped arms around Jimin's shoulders, repositioning himself a few inches higher on Jimin's small body, and pulled his hips in slowly.   Jimin felt like his body was being split in two.

"Fuck, how much more," gasped Jimin.

"Like two more inches, baby.  You want me to pull out?"  Jungkook withdrew a few inches, but not all the way and sprayed more lube on the condom.  "You want me to try to get all the way in, Jimin?  I can go shallow."

Jimin's eyes met Jungkook's, over his shoulder. The truth is, he didn't care how much it hurt.  "I want you to fucking wreck me," he admitted, eyes low, too turned on to even blush.

Jungkook's eyes burned, and he wrapped an arm around Jimin's chest for leverage, and buried himself in Jimin.  As he bottomed out, he pulled Jimin up onto his hands and knees again, grabbed his hips and pulled Jimin back toward him until his round ass was pressed hard against his groin. Jimin felt like his entire body was filled up with Jungkook.

"Fuck," Jimin cried, tears coming to his eyes with the pressure.

Jungkook fell onto his back again and Jimin reached lips back to kiss him.

"Are you okay, babe?   Am I hurting you?"

Jimin wasn't sure how to answer at first, there were so many possible answers, somehow even "yes" and "no" both seemed confusingly valid.  Finally he settled on one piece of truth.

"It feels amazing, Kook-ah."

"Flip over, I want to see you. I want to make sure you are okay." Jungkook kissed Jimin's back one more time and withdrew from his bottom, coming up on hands and knees to release Jimin from his weight.  Jimin flipped beneath him, onto his back.

Jungkook moved eyes and fingers over the wiry abdomen, brushing soft sand off of Jimin's skin.  His hands moved up to Jimin's face, and he kissed him over and over hungrily, his dick huge and straining between them.  His skin was tanned dark from days in the sun, making Jimin's more pale skin stand out in contrast.  Jimin's heart pounded hard with desire.

"Jungkook-ah, please," Jimin started to squirm and beg, feeling empty now, somehow.  He pulled at his dick, and bit his lip, and locked eyes with Jungkook.  "Make love to me."

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Author Note:

"Make love" 🥺🤧 They are too cute.

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