Love From The Devil✔️

Chapter 20 (18+)

We both giggled as Jungkook carried me bridal style through the parking lot while it was pouring. Namjoon and Yoongi advised us not to stay late for another hour and it was now 2 a.m. The wind howled as it continued to pour, but we both didn't care, forgetting what had occurred and simply enjoying ourselves.

It was as if nothing had occurred; I gazed into his eyes and all I felt was the most human thing ever; he felt human at that moment as he demonstrated how profoundly he loved me for the first time; days had gone and all he had done was love me.

"Why did you do that?" I almost stumbled, dumb me. "I simply felt like it." Of course, the usual jungkook I know.

We went to various coffee shops, from cat cafes to modern cafes, and every day he comes to my room and just says, "Get up, Ready!" He always makes plans for us to spend time together, and the people who were following us were already gone in the blink of an eye, as if this is already our happy ending.

He brought me to stargaze, purchased pastries, and made sure to take someone's car so we could use it; he could have used Yoongi's car, but he wanted a much cooler automobile, so he snatched a BMW.

But everything was wonderful, no one was bothering us, my future fantasies have already ended, it's as if nothing is real at the time, everything was so intriguing, and a few days later-

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!!"

And that's when he became mine. It's weird because the first time we met, I always looked at him like he was some kind of monster, and I'm so anxious to know what happens next, and now I'm sitting in my bed, trying to figure out how we got here, him being mine.

3rd POV

You're lying in bed, thinking about how you and your partner got here, when you hear the front door open and the familiar sound of your name. "Bedroom!" you shout out to him, his figure quickly strolling into the room as he turns on the main lights, noticing you on top of the bed, just wearing a towel. Before he speaks, he approaches over and leans down to accept his welcoming kiss.

"Did you shower?" he inquires, and you shrug.

Instead, you answer, "Took a bath," and he pouts for a bit before nodding and unlocking his wardrobe to pick some fresh clothes to wear to bed.

"We never bathe together," he says abruptly as he realizes. "Or?" he wonders, and you take a step back from your phone to consider.

You just shrug.

"Take a bath... with me," he adds as he leaps onto the bed and settles on his knees, his hand reaching out to trace his fingertips over your ankle's flesh. "Please."

"But I just took one," you say, and he frowns, grasping your hand and pulling a bit teasingly. "What do I get out of it?" you ask jokingly, as he rises from his bed, pulling his shirt over his head and extending his arms.

"This lovely physique is seen both nude and wet! " He makes a joke, and you burst out laughing, placing your phone to the side and turning to sit on the bed's edge.

"All right, Mr. Hot Body, go ahead." You say, and he grins as he stalks towards you, encircling you as you fall back onto your back, him leaning over you as he begins to kiss you with a sly smile. "We wanted to take a bath." You remind him, giggling, and he helps you scoot upwards properly on the bed, knees on the mattress next to your body as he holds onto your wrist

He mumbles, "Get dirty first," before using his tattooed hand to untuck the towel, exposing your sensitive flesh to him. He runs the tip of his nose over your collarbone before kissing the top of your breast and says, "Smells great."

He's always liked your gentleness. Not only your skin, but your entire body as well. From the way his hand can grasp your thighs to your lovely butt and velvety belly, he has you covered. One of the primary reasons he's constantly hungry for you is because you're luminous to him; glowing, so warm and lovely.

The other is the soul hidden safely inside that body he adores; it's just as soft, lovely, and endearing as the one he admires. He'd always been a more physical person, but with you, it's on a whole other level.

With a little difficulty and laughing, he kicks off his jeans and underwear, kissing you deeply while his hand starts to get you moving and ready for him. Then you lean against him, guiding him onto his back before throwing your leg over his thighs and sitting close to his length, crimson and eager. You teasingly coat the underside of him with your desire as you move over it, before taking him into your hand and arranging him before sinking down.

because his mind is blank because he can't focus on anything except you

You're on top of him, your delicious legs warming against his skin, your hands resting just beneath his chest, allowing you to feel his muscles flex beneath your palms.

You, as you gently begin to move, nearly letting him pop out but never losing him, constantly sliding down on his length again with a sound of skin-on-skin, obscene sounds becoming wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

You, and the way you start to softly whimper, your breathing getting more urgent as you crawl on top of him, anxious to meet your orgasm as he reaches out to clasp your hands, fingers intertwining while you arch your back and let your head fall back.

You, tilting and sliding your hips in ways he can't fathom humanly possible; you, taking him so deep that he can't stop himself from making noises, moans and frantic groans erupting from underneath you.

He begins to meet you halfway, thrusting upwards while pulling you down towards him, arms engulfing your body, one hand holding your back, the other buried in your hair, gripping a little too tightly- but you can't bring yourself to care, as you become limp, burying your face in the crook of his neck while he clenches his jaw, eagerly moving his hips as he chases his high. You're the first to fall apart, shaking a bit on top before he buries himself inside, pouring with little jerks of his hips, his body apparently craving to be closer even if he can't possibly be any closer than he already is.

You're both panting furiously, but jungkook sees something else as he peers over your shoulder, while you only moan as you feel him slide away.

His sperm slowly flowing out and trickling across his still glistening cock from the side of your still clenched core.

It's a sight that he can't help but gaze at, watch, and imprint in his memory to remember forever. "..jungkookie.." you murmur into his shoulder, and he chuckles and nods to indicate that he's paying attention. "Will you carry me?" you inquire, and he nods again, gently assisting you to sit against him, then standing with you in his arms. He can easily position both of you into the bathtub, allowing the water to pour in after you've sat down with your back against him while the water level increases.

He teases you with a finger tapping across your nose before you open your eyes again, "No sleep yet." "Bath first," he adds, and you agree, putting your head on his shoulder, in the ideal position for Jim to kiss you on the side of your face. You laugh, which causes him to repeat the behavior over and over again simply to hear you laugh. "I love you," he says unexpectedly, and you stare at him for a moment before smiling and moving in to kiss him.

"I love you too"