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The ethically-sourced lamb blood had an express shipping option, so it arrived two days later in a bubble-wrapped and sharpie-labeled mason jar. The seller had even included some black cat stickers and a little bag of salamander toes as surprise gifts for supporting her small business.
You’d spent the time the blood took to arrive gathering everything else you’d need for the ritual, along with preparing every amplifier you owned and even borrowing some from your friends. You were going to need all the help you could get.
Once you did the ritual and found out how to break the curse, you were prepared to do anything to help Namjoon. Whatever it was, whatever near-impossible task Belladonna had thought up for him, you would be by his side and help him any way you could, protecting him and keeping him safe all the while.
He’d been more cheerful and relaxed the last few days, and he’d even let you sit beside him on the couch last night while the two of you watched a movie after dinner. You’d sat at opposite ends, Namjoon still too cautious to be near you, but you were making progress. Jiji was a constant for him, clingy and loving and never out of arm’s reach. You even saw him press a kiss to the top of her head at one point, before his eyes had gone wide when he realized what he’d done. She hadn’t broken, though. She was fine.
Tonight was the night for the ritual, you decided. You had everything prepared and set up in your study, every amplifier arranged, every aspect of it ready to go — you just needed to get Namjoon calm enough to let you touch his skin for more than a few seconds at a time.
You were going to touch his face and chest with your bare hand — your skin would have to touch his for at least a minute or two while you drew the complicated sigil. You’d have to do your best to keep him distracted and in the moment, otherwise he could start worrying and overthinking. You didn’t want your hand to break — whatever that would look like — but more than that, you didn’t want him to feel bad if something did end up happening. You’d survive a broken finger or a cut that needed stitches, but you didn’t want him to live with the guilt. You needed to work as fast as possible… without messing up or making him realize you were worried, and all while keeping him distracted.
After dinner, you brought Namjoon into your study and closed the door in Jiji’s face. You felt bad, but you didn’t want her distracting you during such a powerful ritual, where something could easily go wrong.
“Take off your sweater, please,” you said as you got started, hoping it didn’t come out too awkward or demanding. Outside, you could hear Jiji meowing mournfully, and you tried to ignore her. Motioning toward the chair you’d put in the middle of the room, in the middle of the circle of amplifiers, you added, “Then you can sit there while I get ready.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding. Namjoon fumbled with his sweater with his big gardening gloves for a few seconds before pulling it carefully over his head, making his glasses go crooked on his nose.
You tried not to look at him while you poured the lamb blood into a bowl, but holy shit, Namjoon was hot. You’d imagined his body and fantasized about him quite a few times, but what you saw now was beyond expectation. His shoulders, usually hidden under his soft sweaters, were strong and broad, his chest so big, his arms muscular, his abs defined. Why did a cute bookworm have abs? How much did he work out? It looked like a few times a week at the very least.
He sat down in the chair, and you were very interested in his cute little tummy and how low his pants were on his hips and a million other things about him. You were ogling him and openly staring, and you blinked a few times, shaking your head and making yourself turn away and focus back on the lamb blood. You had a job to do — you couldn’t get distracted, no matter how hot Namjoon was.
You noticed him looking around at your study, a curious expression on his face. You had a whole wall of ingredients in glass jars, some of which glowed and one of which hovered a few inches off the shelf. Dried flowers and herbs hung from the ceiling, and you had candles on every surface, lit and filling the dark room with gentle, yellow light. One table had your cauldron and all the supplies you’d used preparing for the ritual, while the opposite wall had your desk with your seed bag and the potted honeysuckle sprout you’d grown when picking seeds.
You looked from the honeysuckle to Namjoon, setting your jaw and focusing.
“Ready?” you said, pulling a vial out of your front pocket. It was the strongest luck potion you knew how to make, and you knew for a fact it worked, so you shot it back and let it kick in.
“Is this going to hurt me?” he said, glancing at the bowl you’d filled with lamb blood.
“Not physically. If you’re squeamish with blood, it might hurt emotionally, though.”
Namjoon hummed, and while he didn’t look particularly excited, he didn’t shrink away or look disgusted when you brought the bowl over.
You dipped your middle and forefinger into the lamb blood, pulling it up to let the excess drip off as Namjoon raised an eyebrow at it. You then wiped the blood across Namjoon’s forehead, temple to temple, a few streaks of it running down his face. His skin was warm and soft, and he gasped when you touched him, sitting up a little straighter and watching you with widened eyes, like the ritual was suddenly becoming real for him.
You focused on the intent of the ritual, closing your eyes and thinking only about what you wanted from the blood.
I need to know how to break the curse.
You opened your eyes and saw him watching you. With your thumb, you wiped away a little blood from the near the corner of his eye, and he blinked a few times while you tried not to think about how warm the brown of his eyes was, like rich walnut firewood on a cold, dark night. He was comfort and coziness personified, and you felt yourself being pulled in.
“You’re gonna be okay,” you said to him, hoping to keep him calm and to distract yourself from how badly you wanted to kiss him. The two of you had gotten so close without you even realizing, you now standing between his spread legs as he carefully kept his gloved hands away from you.
“I trust you,” he murmured back, his eyes not leaving yours.
You didn’t respond. You didn’t know what to say, so you just kept going, taking a deep, shaky breath before dipping your fingers back into the blood.
The sigil you drew on his chest covered most of his torso, intricate and detailed and very easy to mess up. You’d printed the sigil out as high-res as possible, and you’d taped it to the wall by your desk earlier, not willing to risk drawing it from memory. You kept glancing back and forth between the picture and his chest, making sure every last millimeter of it was perfect.
The whole time you worked, you thought only of the ritual’s purpose, focusing on your intent: find out how to break the curse. That was all that mattered.
You started shocking Namjoon every time you touched him, the two of you gasping and flinching every time static electricity sparked between you. You could feel your hair frizzing up and saw Namjoon’s doing the same, and by the time you were finishing it, the shocks almost stung afterwards, more painful than normal. This was much stronger than your normal magic.
You hadn’t known what to expect, exactly. Maybe you’d have to concentrate for a while, focus your entire being on the ritual, use every bit of magic and push your mind to the point of breaking. It was the part of the ritual you were worried about most, other than the curse itself hurting you. You weren’t sure you were strong enough.
Instead, the moment you finished drawing the sigil, it hit you like a freight train, so sudden the power of it nearly knocked you over. You stumbled back, grabbing your head with your non-bloody hand, blinking a few times as you made sense of the sudden new information filling and overwhelming your mind. The blood had spoken to you, and you knew how to break the curse.
Namjoon had reached up and grabbed you by your arm when you stumbled, his cute, bloody face so concerned for you.
“Are you okay?” he said quickly, letting go of your arm when he saw you were steady on your feet again.
You nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to force yourself to calm down. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t sure if it was from the shock of the ritual working or from your anger toward Belladonna.
“I know how to break it,” you said, taking a step away from him and looking down at the ground between you.
You knew why Belladonna did this to him. You could see her whole plan now, why she’d done all this, what the curse meant with the potion she’d given him. Belladonna was going to the deepest circle of hell for this, and you’d find a way to send her there yourself.
“You just have to have sex,” you said. “That’s it. It can be with anyone, but I think she wanted it to be with her. She just didn’t make it specific enough.”
“Sex? You’re sure?” he said, blinking a few times in surprise. “Is that a common way of breaking a curse? That seems weird.”
“All curses are unique,” you said, unable to look at his face. “Belladonna created this one, so she decides the rules. The way of breaking it just has to be any action that’s physically possible. But Namjoon…” you said, your brow creasing. “She gave you a love potion and told you it was the cure, so I think she did all this because she wants to sleep with you. She wanted to force you. She cursed you so you’d feel desperate enough to drink the potion, thinking it would help you, but then the love potion would kick in and you’d go to her willingly, and she could do whatever she wanted to you forever.”
“And if I had sex with her right away, that would’ve broken the curse for real, and I never would’ve known the difference,” he said, his voice vacant and flat.
“Exactly. I think that was her end goal with all this.” You’d known about her love potion for a few days now, but you felt disgusted all over again.
“What the fuck,” Namjoon mumbled, rubbing his forehead like he was getting a headache and accidentally spreading around lamb blood. “She’s evil. She’s pure evil.”
“Yeah, she is,” you said. You just felt empty. If Namjoon hated all witches after this, you wouldn’t even blame him.
He sighed, sitting back in your desk chair and closing his eyes. The lamb blood sigil all over his chest and stomach was dripping, but you forced yourself to look away. You felt guilty and slimy ogling him right now, when he was thinking about the curse and what Belladonna had attempted to do to him.
“Alright,” he said after a moment, resigned. “If I have to have sex, then that’s what I’ll do.”
You didn’t say anything, unsure how to respond to that. The two of you just looked at each other, Namjoon almost looking like he was in pain, his eyes pleading and jaw set. You hated Belladonna for this and didn’t want Namjoon to have to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, but you weren’t sure of any way around it. There was no way to break a curse besides whatever the witch who’d casted it intended.
Namjoon looked down and sighed.
“I want it to be you,” he muttered after a moment. “There’s nobody else for me. I don’t want you to feel pressured or like you have to to help me, or for you to do anything you don’t want to do. But if you want to…”
“I want to,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“I just don’t want to hurt you. That’s the only thing I’m worried about.” He looked at his gloved hands in his lap with a sigh.
“We’ll be careful. You won’t touch me with your bare hands,” you said. “I trust you.”
“I trust you too,” he said quietly. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you said as confidently as you could.
The two of you just looked at each other for a moment, you still standing between his spread legs as he sat in your desk chair. You knew you wanted to be with him, but this felt like the situation was forcing you to, instead of the two of you deciding this together. Namjoon liked moving slowly. He hadn’t even kissed your lips yet. You didn’t want him to rush or do anything he didn’t want to do, but you knew he wanted to be free from the curse.
You trusted him, and you trusted him to make decisions for himself. You wanted him more than anything, so if he chose to sleep with you to break the curse, then you’d be here for him. And afterwards, the two of you would deal with Belladonna.
And hey, you’d read about hundreds of curses the past few days, and some of those curses had ridiculous ways of being broken. Climbing a certain mountain on a certain day, stabbing your lover in the heart, cutting out your own tongue. You figured as far as curses went, having sex with anyone you wanted wasn’t too bad. Leave it to Belladonna to be too lazy to even define her own curse properly.
You and Namjoon both startled and gasped when Jiji suddenly jumped up into his lap.
“How did you get in here?” you said, glaring at her.
You watched her put her little paws on Namjoon’s chest, stretching up so she could touch her nose to his face and sniff around. She was checking on him, and when she determined he was okay, she licked his nose once before curling up on his lap.
“She missed me,” he said, smiling up at you and melting your heart.
“I think she’s getting separation anxiety,” you said, looking back at the door. Had she squeezed under the bottom of the door? Could she really walk through walls like you suspected?
“I think I’m gonna take a shower before we do anything,” Namjoon said, glancing down at the blood on his chest. There was a smudge over his heart where Jiji had put one of her paws.
“Okay,” you said, nodding. You wondered if you should shower too, or maybe shave or put on makeup or something.
Namjoon stood and eased Jiji off his lap, and when he left the room and headed for the bathroom, she followed right behind him.
“Get back here,” you grumbled at the cat, chasing after her and scooping her up. “Don’t you dare track lamb blood all over my house.”
You took Jiji into the kitchen and wiped off her bloody paws, and when you finally let go of her, she ran back toward the bathroom, sitting outside the door and waiting for him. If you and Namjoon were doing anything tonight, you would probably have to do something with her, otherwise you’d risk getting clawed out of jealousy.
It hit you then, as you washed the blood off your hands in the sink, that you and Namjoon were probably doing something tonight. A shiver of excitement made you smile and bite your lip. You didn’t care about the risk involved — you wanted to help him, and you wanted to touch him and kiss him and be with him.
Once your hands were clean, you went into your bedroom and changed into clean clothes, a dress you’d thought about wearing on a date with Namjoon. You freshened up, but didn’t bother putting on makeup or doing anything special. He’d been around you nonstop for almost a week now and had seen you without makeup every day, and you still saw the way he looked at your mouth when he thought you weren’t looking.
You heard the shower turn off, so you went out and scooped up Jiji. She meowed in protest as you brought her to the cat carrier you had in your living room, and when she realized what you were doing, she started thrashing and trying to get away.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, easing her into it and closing the door. “Just while Namjoon and I break the curse. We’re gonna be busy for little bit, and then he’ll come cuddle with you, I promise.”
She meowed angrily at you, and you grimaced, hoping you wouldn’t have to listen to this the whole time you and Namjoon were… being intimate.
Jiji huffed and rolled her eyes, and then she curled up in a little ball, looking like a little black hole in the darkness of her carrier.
“Good girl,” you said, sighing in relief. “Just sleep for a little while.”
You went back to your room and sat on the bed, your hands awkwardly in your lap. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do while you waited. Should you lay in a sexy pose? Was not wearing makeup the right choice? Namjoon had been so concerned about touching you the past few days; what if he was too nervous about touching you while having sex? What if he couldn’t get out of his own head?
You chewed on your lower lip, but then made yourself stop, not wanting it to look weird if Namjoon kissed you later.
Your bedroom door opened carefully, and Namjoon stepped in, dressed and ready after his shower. He wore latex gloves, a pair of pajama pants, and one of his sweaters, and you realized you may have made a mistake by putting on the fancy dress.
“You look nice,” he said, serious and sweet, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “I mean, you always look beautiful, but that dress is nice. Not that you have to dress up for me, I–”
“Thank you, Joon,” you said, giggling a little. He relaxed at the sound of your laughter, and he took a cautious step forward, approaching your bed.
“I put on latex gloves,” he said as he sat down beside you. “I don’t have a condom though.”
“I did a reverse fertility ritual a few days ago,” you said, hating how awkward this conversation was. You could almost feel his nervousness, and you wished you could just kiss him and sink back into that touchy, flirty dynamic the two of you had had before the curse. Was it only last week he was kissing your cheek and holding your hand whenever he wanted? All that felt like ages ago.
“That’s good,” he said simply. He looked down at his gloved hands in his lap. “Do you think the curse breaks once I start having sex, or after I… finish?”
“When a curse breaks, you feel it, but we can go with after just in case,” you told him. “Once we’re done, we can test it first and have you hold a mug or something.”
“Good idea,” Namjoon said, nodding. “What will it feel like when it breaks?”
“Your vision will have an aura, where everything you see will look like it’s glowing. It’ll feel like a weight off your shoulders and your heart will feel lighter, too.”
He nodded, taking that information in.
The silence between you returned, nearly making you cringe. You couldn’t handle the awkwardness anymore, so you reached out and took one of his hands, lacing your fingers with his. You could feel the warmth of his palm even through the latex, and he looked up at you, his eyes wide. He didn’t pull his hand away, though, and he didn’t break you.
“I don’t think I’ll feel comfortable putting my hands on you during this, just in case,” he said after a moment. “God knows I want to, but I don’t want to risk it. Not with you.”
You squeezed his hand, and then you let go of him, respecting his wishes.
“I trust you,” you said quietly, putting your hand on his shoulder.
You finally let yourself touch his cozy sweater, feeling the soft material and running your hand down his arm. He closed his eyes, letting out a broken breath as he felt you, and you realized just how touch-starved he was, just how much your touch affected him, just how much he wanted this. He’d been so careful all week, but he’d been cooped up here in your apartment, avoiding being close to you out of caution. Now that you were touching him, it was affecting him.
“I feel like not being able to use my hands will make it bad for you. This won’t be a very good representation of what I’m like in the bedroom,” he laughed weakly, his eyes still closed, his voice deeper than normal. His breath caught in his throat as you moved your hand across his chest, and you shifted so that you sat on the bed on your knees, facing him. His chest was firm and broad, and you could feel his heart racing when you rested your hand there.
“We’ll just have to try again after the curse is broken, then,” you said before you could stop yourself. You could feel him laughing a little, and you ran your hand up and down his arm again, letting yourself touch him and feel his strong muscles and soft sweater.
“If I don’t break you and it’s not so horrible you don’t want to ever again, then yes.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be amazing, even without your hands,” you murmured, leaning in so you could speak closer to his ear. He shuddered, and you moved your hand on his large chest, feeling the way he sucked in a breath and watching his eyes close tighter.
You brought your hand up to his face, turning his head to have him look at you. He opened his eyes, and you saw his pupils blown with desire, the black making most of his beautiful brown irises disappear. You kept your hand on his cheek once he was facing you, and you traced his plush lower lip with your thumb, the two of you just looking at each other and not otherwise moving.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured, his caramel voice low as he made unbroken eye contact. “All over your body. Everywhere.”
“Then do it,” you breathed.
“I wish I could use my hands,” he said, leaning in until his forehead pressed to yours. You closed your eyes and just felt him, breathed him in, felt his warmth and closeness.
“I can use my hands, though,” you said. You dropped your hand back to his chest, dragging your fingernails over the soft fabric. “And you can use your mouth and the rest of your body.”
“I’ve wanted to use my mouth on you for a while now, too,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Since before the curse. Thought about it all the time.”
“I thought about you, too,” you said, and you gasped when he leaned in and bit your lower lip, capturing it with his teeth and pulling on it playfully before letting go, his breath hot on your lips. “What did you think about doing to me with your mouth?”
“Why don’t I show you?”
You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly you were in his lap, the two of you pulling at each other’s clothes and kissing. Your hands were in his hair, tugging and running your fingers through it as he hugged your body to his, so tight you almost struggled breathing. He was holding onto your dress, squeezing the fabric in tight fists as he stopped himself from actually touching you with his hands, but he apparently had no issue slipping his tongue into your mouth or pressing his face against yours.
“Joon,” you gasped against his lips, and he growled, squeezing you tighter.
“Wish I could touch you everywhere,” he mumbled before claiming your mouth in another urgent kiss. “Want my hands on you.”
“Touch me over my clothes,” you said, grabbing at his sweater over his shoulders. “Please, Joon, touch me. I need you.”
He let out a long, low moan, but he didn’t touch you like he wanted to. He just kissed you again, slow and deep and long until you were moaning into his mouth and grinding down against him, where you could already feel him becoming hard. He pulled off your dress, carefully bringing it over your head and then tossing it aside. You wanted to point out to him that your dress hadn’t ripped or broken, but all words and thoughts left your brain when he reached down and pulled his sweater off.
You’d already seen his chest tonight, but now you could touch him as much as you wanted, and you did, your mouth watering as you ran both hands over his large, defined pecs, nothing between you and his skin.
“You’re so fucking hot, Joon,” you said, and he smiled, laughing to himself as he sat there and let you feel him up.
“I’d take off your bra, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from touching you,” he said, watching you with hooded eyes.
You reached back and undid your bra, and Namjoon’s eyes went wide as it fell away.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. He grabbed onto your comforter on the bed on either side of him, squeezing it as he stared at your chest. His eyes darkened and jaw clenched as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard.
You could tell how badly he wanted to touch your breasts; it was paining him not to, but he controlled himself, looking but not touching.
“So fucking perfect.” He looked up at your face, a sparkle of mischief in his dark eyes. “Lay down on the bed and take your panties off for me,” he growled, not breaking eye contact.
Your heart skipped a beat and you nodded, taking in a shaky breath as you carefully climbed off of him. His eyes followed you, watching your every move as you walked around him and laid down on the bed, sinking into the comforter and carefully sliding off your panties and tossing them aside.
You were now completely bare before him, and you’d never been this wet in your life, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel ashamed or self-conscious, not when he was looking at you like that — how his dark, hungry eyes immediately fell between your legs, his jaw clenching as he stared hungrily. You felt your core clenching around nothing, almost aching from feeling so empty. You wanted him inside you, needed him, and you wanted him to hurry up and break the curse so he could use his hands, but judging by the way he set his jaw as he climbed across the bed toward you, his eyes not leaving your pussy, you had a feeling he was making a detour before actually fucking you.
When Namjoon got to you, he pressed kisses between your breasts, down your sternum and stomach, across your hipbones and thighs. His hands, still covered by the latex gloves, touched only the bed, staying carefully away from your skin even as he kissed all over your body.
“I’ve thought about doing this so many times over the last few weeks,” he murmured, pressing kisses along your inner thigh as you spread your legs for him. “Wanted to taste you like this.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, not taking his lips off of you. He kissed up to your hipbones again, his tongue tracing your skin now and making you giggle.
You opened your mouth to say something to him, but gasped as he settled in place and pressed his open mouth to you, slowly licking up your slit and circling his tongue over your clitoris. You were dripping wet for him now, and he licked you up, his saliva mixing with you and tongue dipping inside you.
You moaned, squeezing your legs around his head, but he just nuzzled his face in against you harder, holding himself in place with his strength alone and letting you maybe suffocate him.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed another open-mouthed kiss to your clit before sucking it between his lips, the tip of his tongue circling it.
“Oh my god, Joon…” you moaned, running your hands through his dark hair as you arched your back, your eyes closed tight in pleasure. You made yourself keep your legs spread, but other than that, all you could do was close your eyes, hold onto him, and take it. Every little movement of his wicked tongue made you gasp, and he seemed to notice, doing it more just because he liked the noises you made for him.
He tilted his head slightly, as if he were trying to kiss you deeper. His tongue was inside you, his lips parted wide as he moved it in and out of you, slurping obscenely and grunting to himself as he enjoyed his work. You could feel the way his tongue slid into you, his nose pressed against your clit, the sound and feeling of him breathing hard against you as he fucked you slowly with his tongue.
“So fucking sweet,” he sighed, kissing your folds and licking back up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Wish I could use my hands, baby.”
“Your mouth is more than enough,” you gasped, your back arching. Namjoon rewarded you for your compliment with a swirl of his tongue that made you see stars, your eyes rolling back in your head and mouth hanging open as he sucked on your clit hard.
You repeated his name, over and over like some powerful ancient incantation, and he only pressed his face in against you harder, moving his lips and tongue on your clit like a man starved. His plush lips were somehow both soft and firm, and you thought about the way he’d kissed you earlier, the way his perfect lips must’ve been made for kissing you and your body.
His tongue moved against your clit so perfectly, and you gasped as you came, squeezing his head with your legs as you stopped breathing, your whole body tense and shaking as you felt nothing but him. Around your bedroom, all your houseplants grew, the flowers all blooming in unison as your back arched dramatically up off the bed and your eyes squeezed closed. You held onto him by his hair, his tongue still moving on your clit, and you gasped, moaning his name with every harsh exhale as stars exploded behind your eyelids.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hummed, his mouth still on you so you could feel the vibrations of his deep, deep voice. Overstimulation and aftershocks of your earth-shattering orgasm made your legs twitch as he kissed your clit one last time, humming, “Mine.”
“Yours… I’m yours, Joon,” you moaned as he pulled back and climbed up your body. He kept himself off of you carefully, his hands on the bed on either side of your head as he covered your face in wet kisses.
“You did so well for me, Y/N. You’re so sexy,” he murmured, kissing your cheek, your neck, your lips, your brow.
“Joon,” you gasped, unable to say more. You tried to focus on breathing and coming back down from your high, but you felt like your mind was still in the clouds; you hadn’t known feeling that level of pleasure was possible — and he hadn’t even used his hands. If he could’ve fingered you during that, or maybe held your legs apart or held you down on the bed… you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from an orgasm that intense.
Namjoon rolled onto his side, pulling you with him and wrapping his arms around your body as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and kiss-swollen lips, and you moaned to him, feeling him growl back in response.
“Y/N,” he sighed against your mouth, barely above a whisper, his deep voice making you shiver against him. His kisses left you breathless, and when his tongue slipped past your lips, you sucked on it, wrapping your lips around it and swirling your own tongue with his.
You rolled him then, flipping him onto his back and straddling him. You could feel him smiling against your mouth, and he laughed a little, his voice so deep and warm in his chest as he let you take full control of him. His erection pressed up against you, straining against his pants and boxers and your slit as he moaned into your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him, and judging by the sounds he was making, he felt the same way.
“Your turn,” you said, grinning at him as you started moving down his body.
“You don’t have to, baby,” he said, watching the way you kissed his chest, his abdomen, his taut stomach. His voice was so deep right now, it sent a shudder straight to your still-throbbing clit.
“I want to,” you said, not breaking eye contact with him.
His lips parted and eyes glazed over in lust, a strained noise escaping him as you kissed his skin right above the waistband of his pants. You could both see and feel how hard he was, but you couldn’t wait to see all of him. You wanted him to enjoy tonight as much as possible, and you wanted him to relax and let go.
You pulled his pants and boxers down his legs together, and his erection sprang free, bobbing up against his lower stomach. He was big, which you should’ve figured, given how much of a big boy he was in all other areas, but looking at him now made your mouth water and core clench. Big, veiny, curving upward slightly, surrounded by short dark hair at the base. He looked painfully hard, the head a deep angry color and already dripping pre-cum. You wanted him deep inside you and you didn’t care if it was your mouth or your cunt, you just needed him.
You put your small hands on his large, muscular thighs, and Namjoon moaned just from that, biting his lower lip as he watched you. He was sensitive and worked up, but he still kept his hands out to his sides, carefully away from you. You watched the way he grabbed at your comforter, squeezing it tight in his fists and holding on.
You realized then that he wanted to touch you so badly, but despite his latex gloves, he was still holding himself back from it.
That was fine. You didn’t want to ask him to do anything that made him uncomfortable. You’d just do a good job, have fun with him, and then once the curse was broken, he could touch you as much as you both wanted.
You watched his Adam’s apple bob in the thick column of his throat, the way his hooded eyes watched you so closely, how he was dripping in sweat despite not having exerted himself yet. You smiled innocently up at him, batting your eyelashes before leaning over and bringing the tip of his cock to your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, making him moan so loudly, almost sounding agonized as you wrapped your lips around him for the very first time.
“Oh, fuck, just like that…” he groaned, his eyes closing and head tilting back as you licked him from base to tip, sucking just the first inch or so into your mouth as you ran your tongue along his slit. He tasted so good, you thought; heady and salty, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, your jaw already starting to hurt from his size.
You suctioned your mouth and hummed, and he responded by suddenly grabbing fistfuls of your hair with both gloved hands, moaning loudly as he tried so hard to keep himself still and not to buck up into your mouth. He was so sensitive, and you smiled, his tip still in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around him, bobbing your head and sucking just to feel him shiver.
“Jesus, Y/N, fuck,” he moaned loudly, gasping as you suctioned your mouth harder, groaning so loud you were sure the whole street would hear him.
He let go of your hair suddenly, his hands falling back to his sides. He’d realized he was touching you and stopped himself, even though he had on his gloves and his cock was in your mouth. You almost wanted to laugh, but if he was able to think about the curse right now, that meant you weren’t doing a good enough job.
You pushed yourself further, slurping and taking him into your mouth so deep, your nose pressed against his pubic hair and his cock pressed against the back of your throat. He made a choking sound and his whole body tensed up, and you could tell he was trying so hard not to move his hips. You wanted him to, though. You wanted him to lose control.
You bobbed your head as you moved your tongue on him, swallowing around him and suctioning hard. Your jaw ached but you almost liked it; you liked working hard to make him feel good, and Namjoon was moving his hips now, his eyes closed and hands in tight fists at his sides.
“Baby,” he gasped, grabbing your hair with one hand and trying to still you. When you stopped, you kept his cock in your mouth, looking up at him as you moved your tongue and lips on him slowly. He whimpered and stroked your hair sweetly, biting his lip as he tried to breathe steadily.
When he spoke again, his voice was strained. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I fuck your mouth? Or do you wanna ride me?”
You took him from your mouth with a loud pop! that made him close his eyes and moan, and you licked your lips as you smiled up at him.
“You pick, Joon,” you said, running both hands up and down his muscular thighs, massaging in pulses and dragging your fingernails on his skin as he groaned, so sensitive and wound up so tight from what you’d been doing to him.
“Ride me,” he begged, trying to reach down to your hips with grabby hands but stopping himself when he remembered. “Please, fucking ride me. Need your pussy, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot. Wanna come inside you. I won’t last long. I need you so bad. Please.”
You didn’t even respond, feeling just as desperate as him.
You climbed up onto him, straddling his lap and settling down on him, and he held onto your comforter with both hands, squeezing so hard you could see his knuckles turning white through the latex. You reached down and lined him up with your entrance, and he let out a noise so deep you felt the rumble of it through the mattress.
You and Namjoon both let out a long, agonized moan in unison as you sank down on him fully, his eyes squeezing closed as you felt yourself throbbing around him, clenching down on his cock as he stretched you out so wonderfully. You could feel his pulse and yours lining up, both of your hearts racing as you moaned and tried to adjust to him so deep inside you.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he moaned. He started to reach for your hips but stopped himself, instead putting his hands up above his head, grabbing onto two of the metal rungs of your headboard and holding himself in place like that.
You were sitting upright, so you had a perfect view of his muscular body: his large arms flexing as he held onto your headboard, the way his sweaty chest expanded as he breathed hard, how taut his abs and stomach were as he tensed up and tried to keep himself calm. He was looking at your body too, and judging by the way his jaw set and his cock twitched inside you, he liked what he saw.
You tilted your head back, breathing slowly and closing your eyes, resting your hands on his stomach as you just felt him and the way he filled you up. You’d never felt so full or complete in your life, the two of you fitting perfectly together. You were certain of it now: Namjoon was meant to be inside you. Your body belonged with his, just like your heart belonged with his.
“Move, baby, please…” he groaned, and when you rolled your hips once and squeezed him, he almost choked, his back arching as he nearly came.
He was covered in sweat, his body sparkling with it, and you ran your hands down his chest, his abs, his stomach. You were just feeling him, admiring his large, toned body as the two of you rolled your hips together lazily, you grinding down on him and him moving up into you in perfect rhythm. He was so sexy you couldn’t stand him, but his body was only part of it. You moved together perfectly, fit together perfectly; everything about him was so big and perfect and good and yours.
Namjoon’s eyes were glued to your breasts, his mouth hanging open now as he breathed hard and you kept moving together. His eyes had that look of wonder you adored so much, as if he were looking at a work of art or a miracle, not your breasts bouncing as you fucked him.
“God, I wish I could touch your tits,” he moaned, and you squeezed down on him purposely, riding him harder, making him moan loudly as you dragged your fingernails down his stomach.
“Yeah?” you gasped, watching him as he laid there, his whole body tense and taut with pleasure as you kept moving your hips, his arms still flexed as he held onto your headboard for dear life. You reached up and squeezed your own breasts with both hands, feeling yourself and pushing them together for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes looking absolutely depraved. “Keep touching yourself, baby. You’re so fucking sexy. Touch yourself how I’d touch you.”
“How would you touch me, Joon?” you said between breaths, breathing harder now as you kept rolling your hips with his.
“I’d squeeze your pretty tits and feel your nipples with my fingers,” he groaned. He let go of the headboard and reached out on either side of him, grabbing at your comforter like he was internally fighting himself from giving in and touching you with his hands.
“Like this?” you said, pinching yourself and gasping from the sensation.
Namjoon changed the angle of his hips slightly as you did that, drilling up into you as you bounced in his lap, and that combined with what you were doing to yourself made your eyes roll back in your head and mouth fall open as skin slapped against wet skin.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” he purred, watching your fingers as you pinched and tweaked your own nipples. “Do it harder to yourself. I’d do it hard enough to make you moan just from this.”
You cried out as you touched yourself, all of it too much. You wouldn’t last a minute once he could finally touch you.
“What else would you do to me?” you said, breathless from the effort of keeping up with his thrusts. Namjoon was relentless, his stamina seemingly endless as he fucked you from beneath. You were riding him, but he was the one in control here.
“I’d spank your ass while you ride me,” he gasped, his chest heaving. “I’d touch your clit and make you come all over me. Touch your clit, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”
You did as you were told and your whole body tensed up, nearly coming the moment your fingers found your swollen clit. You didn’t even have to move your hand — Namjoon thrusting up into you made you bounce in his lap, your fingers moving against your clit just from that. You were more sensitive than you’d ever been in your life, and you were fairly certainly you could come from his filthy words alone at this point.
“I’m close,” you whimpered, and you pulled your hand away from your clit, all of it too much for you.
“Me too,” he said, and the curse must’ve been long gone from his mind, because he suddenly grabbed your hips with both gloved hands, bucking up into you and squeezing so hard you thought you might bruise there. You weren’t worried about the curse at all, though. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You knew you wouldn’t break.
“Come inside me, Joon,” you gasped. Your hips and his moved in perfect unison, your wet skin smacking against his, his cock hitting your cervix and sliding through your tight, slick opening again and again and again.
“I’m so close, baby. Come with me,” he moaned, and you let out a near-scream as he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard and watching you spasm above him.
Your orgasm hit you like a strike of lightning, reverberating through your body as you tensed up and cried his name. He kept moving his thumb on your clit and pounding up into you, extending your pleasure, fucking you relentlessly now and pushing you as far as you could go in overstimulation.
You reached down and grabbed him by his wrist, pulling his hand away from your clit. It felt too good, your body twitching as you gasped and moaned loudly with every harsh exhale as you came down from your euphoric high. You whimpered when he grabbed your hips with both hands again, fucking you and taking his pleasure. You were dizzy in ecstasy, fucked and spent and so far gone you thought you might fall over, but you kept yourself sitting upright for him, breathing hard and resting your hands on his stomach to hold yourself in place. You wanted to last until he came.
You felt the way his cock twitched just before his orgasm hit, a low, agonized moan escaping him as he stilled beneath you, breathing hard with his mouth open as he moaned. He spilled into you, his cum so warm and deep, and you whimpered as you felt it, loving feeling full of him.
You opened your eyes then and saw Namjoon looking up at you in wonder, his swollen lips parted. He looked awestruck, like he was witnessing a miracle or entering nirvana.
“You’re glowing,” he whispered, and that made you grin.
“That means the curse is broken, Joon,” you said, breathless, and he grinned, too.
“Everything’s glowing,” he said, and you watched his eyes moving around, from your body, to the room around you where all of your plants were now overgrown and climbing up the walls, and back to your face, looking lost in wonder the whole time. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You look like an angel right now.”
You took one of his hands from your hip and pulled his glove off, throwing it off to the side. He opened his mouth to protest, but you ignored him, placing his bare hand on your face so he was cupping your cheek.
“You’re not breaking,” he said, his eyes wide. He moved his thumb on your cheek, stroking you there sweetly, but otherwise he was frozen like he couldn’t believe it.
“Because the curse is broken, Joon,” you giggled, turning your head so you could kiss his palm.
He smiled up at you, his expression so warm and loving, you felt like you were floating. His softening cock was still inside you, and when you squeezed him, completely subconsciously, he closed his eyes and moaned, tilting his head back.
“Too much,” he groaned, his voice somehow even lower. He pulled out of you, and then his eyes fell to your body. He didn’t look ravenous anymore, instead appreciative, awed, almost loving. “Come here, baby,” he said, and he reached up and pulled you down against his chest, hugging you so hard he took your breath away.
“You like being on the bottom, don’t you?” you teased, and you felt him laugh a little, the rumble of it low in his sweaty chest. He just hugged you harder, keeping you there on top of him.
“I like anything when it’s with you,” he said into your hair. “Any position, anything. Whatever’s your favorite is my favorite too.”
“I like anything with you, too,” you said, and you smiled as he kissed the top of your head, pressing his lips there and still hugging you tight.
You smiled lazily to yourself as Namjoon sighed, his arms around you squeezing gently. You figured he’d spent nearly a week afraid of touching anyone, and now that he had you in his arms, he didn’t want to let go — not that you minded one bit. He had a week of affection and human contact to make up for, so you’d let him hug you as much as he wanted.
After a few minutes, Namjoon rolled the two of you, moving you gently so he didn’t crush you. Once he was on top, he kissed you all over your face, stopping only to pull off his other glove and toss it away from the bed. He then held your face with both hands, kissing you so deeply and touching you as much as he’d wanted to before, his hands on your face, in your hair, on your breasts, tracing down your arm. His touches were slow and careful, cherishing you as he worshipped your skin with his hands and lips.
When his kisses turned lazy, he moved his mouth to your cheek, your neck, your jaw. The two of you had kissed earlier, but somehow this felt like kissing him for the first time all over again. He bit at your jaw playfully, making you giggle, and you could feel his smile against your skin.
“We did it, Joon. You’re free from the curse,” you said, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere his mouth could reach.
“Maybe we should go a few more rounds tonight, just to be sure,” he said right against your ear, before biting your earlobe lightly and pulling on it with his teeth.
“I’m fine with that,” you sighed happily, and when you felt his tongue on your earlobe, you gasped, giggling like you were being tickled.
“I can’t wait to put my hands on every last inch of you,” he growled into your ear. Despite his growling and biting, his thumb on your cheek still moved gently, like he was being sweet with you. “I want my fingers inside you the next time I make you come. How’s that sound, baby?”
His thumb stroked over your lips, tracing your mouth, and you kissed the pad of his thumb. He pulled back so he could look at you, watching your mouth as he kept touching you there.
“That sounds amazing, Joon,” you said, and he kept tracing your mouth, his eyes not leaving your lips. “There is one thing we should talk about, though.”
His hand stilled, and he looked up at your eyes, his brow creasing.
“We need to figure out what we’re going to do about Belladonna,” you said. His whole body tensed up at the mention of her name, but it was important to talk about this now. “She’ll feel that the curse was broken, so we should plan what we’re going to do before she can think up something else.”
“Put a curse on her,” Namjoon said firmly. “Turn her into a pig or something. Take away her magic.”
“I can’t take away her magic. Not permanently,” you said, but the second thing he said gave you an idea, a lightbulb going off over your head.
“How can we make sure she never does something like this to anyone else ever again?”
You leaned up and kissed him slowly, feeling him relax against you. When you pulled back, he was looking at you like you were his whole world, his warm brown eyes full of softness and what you thought might one day become love. You couldn’t wait to fall further and further in love with him every day, but you wanted him to feel safe and happy. Belladonna continuing to be a threat would make him not feel safe, so you needed to fix that.
You hadn’t even heard her come in, but Jiji suddenly jumped up on your bed, tilting her head as she looked at Namjoon, checking on him and making sure he was okay. Both of you laughed when you realized Jiji was here investigating, and Namjoon reached out and pet her with his bare hand for the first time in a week. She purred happily, rubbing herself up against his hand before curling up in a ball on the very edge of the bed, apparently happy just sleeping here and being close to him. You could relate to that; between you and Jiji, you weren’t sure who had it worse for Namjoon.
Both you and Jiji would always protect him, but in your case, all you had was your mediocre magic that sometimes went wrong in nonsensical ways. However: as unpredictable as your magic was, there was one spell that always consistently went wrong in one very specific way, and nobody but you knew how to fix it or even knew it was possible.
You knew you’d never be able to win in a real fight against Belladonna, but if she thought you were doing a harmless little spell, if you invited her to your shop under false pretenses and surprised her… she wouldn’t think to protect herself until it was well past too late. Even if she was on alert and expecting something, she wouldn’t see this coming.
“I think I have an idea about what we can do to Belladonna,” you said as you looked back to Namjoon, a positively diabolical grin spreading on your face.
You could see it all now: you’d invite her to your shop. Ask if she was thirsty. Maybe buy an aquarium tank and some flies beforehand, for your new pet.
“What’s your idea?” Namjoon said, raising an eyebrow.
You brushed his hair back from his face, giving him a quick kiss before smiling up at him.
“Have I ever told you what happens when I try to turn milk into hot chocolate?”