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As the sun dipped behind the distant horizon, casting a golden hue across the campus, you found yourself stepping out of the lecture hall, your mind still abuzz with the day's teachings and countless assignments expected of you. Being a sociology major had its downfalls, nevertheless you enjoyed the subject and what you made from it over these last few months of the summer semester. The weight of your bag hugged your shoulders as you navigated through the dwindling crowd of students, young and old, their chatter blending into the background noise of the bustling university as you placed your earphones in and melted mentally into the melodies presented to you.
Some glanced up at your oblivious state, admiring your sense of fashion, how the settling sun kissed your skin leaving soft reflections, how your eyes glimmered ever so slightly. You were rather beautiful, the university’s sweetheart one may say. You were very kind, smart and bright, that was you presented yourself as at least. You held your own and spoke out to things you deemed as wrong (thanks to your sociology knowledge from highschool to now in your first year of university). That was why, Rei, aka your boyfriend, became, well, your boyfriend of almost a year. Highschool sweethearts. You were looking forward to seeing him later tonight.
With a sigh of relief, you emerged onto the busy street, eager to embark on the familiar journey home, where your favourite meal was calling out your name. The city's rhythm hummed around you as you walked briskly toward the bus stop, the promise of an evening of relaxation pulling at your thoughts. The bus arrived punctually, and you boarded, finding a seat by the window, your gaze fixated on the passing scenery, complemented by the music blessing your ears. You loved bus rides, loving to gaze out the window and zone out to your music, becoming at peace with yourself after a long day. It's a weird form of meditation.
As the bus chugged along its route, your mind inevitably wandered, tracing over the notes from your last lecture. Lost in thought, you almost missed your stop, hastily gathering your belongings and stepping out into the brisk evening air. A sense of comfort washed over you as you approached your apartment building, the anticipation of unwinding in her cosy space lifting her spirits.
However, just as you reached for the keys in your bag, a rustle from the nearby darkened alleyway snagged your attention.. The usual tranquillity of the evening was disrupted by an eerie sensation that crept up your spine, urging you to investigate or perhaps retreat to safety. A loud grunt. You hesitated, your heart racing, as curiosity warred with caution within your mind. Your pulse quickened, a subtle unease coiling in the pit of your stomach as you stood frozen, your hand hovering inches away from the doorknob of the apartment complex. The distant streetlights cast elongated shadows that danced across the walls, adding to the ominous ambiance of the narrow alleyway.
A torrent of thoughts flooded her mind, each one amplifying your anxiety. What could be lurking in the darkness? Was it just a stray animal rummaging through the bins, or something more sinister? A homeless person? Your imagination began to weave a tapestry of unsettling scenarios, each more foreboding than the last.
Another grunt occurred…
The rational part of your brain urges caution, reminding yourself of the dangers that might lurk in the unknown. Your heart raced, the sound thundering in your ears, as you battled the urge to investigate against the instinct to flee. Doubt gnawed at her resolve, amplifying the sense of vulnerability that enveloped you.
It happened again, whatever it was, it sounded more whiny this time.
Were they hurt?
Your breaths grew shallow, your fingers trembling as you clutched your keys tightly. Every sound, every faint movement in the darkness, seemed magnified, intensifying your apprehension. The fear of the unknown gripped you, rendering you momentarily paralyzed, torn between your curiosity and the need for safety.
With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you took a tentative step closer to the alley, straining your senses to decipher any clues that might hint at what lay within. Your mind raced yet again, conjuring a multitude of possibilities, each one sending a shiver down your spine. You stood on the precipice, teetering between the desire to unravel the mystery and the instinct to retreat to the safety of your apartment. Let’s just head back in-
“Help… please.” The voice was more clear the deeper you got into the alleyway. Their voice was deep, the deepest you’ve ever heard, and gravily too, admittedly rather ho- this is not the time. It appeared to come from behind one of the bins, you gasped softly, in utter shock at the sight of a human body. A male, dressed in a loose, light tan robe that covered his torso, arms, and legs. It's worn underneath a purple gi-like vest that covers his torso in a "v" shape and has a bottom section that extends to his slender waist and groyne area.
As best as you could, you helped the stranger up. You weren’t strong, and the stranger knew that in order for him to get help he needed to keep most of his weight off of you as you wrapped his arm around your neck. You could make out his pale face underneath his thick strands of dark brown hair, but no matter, his health and wellbeing was the priority.
You just managed to get him into your apartment, bystanders assumed he was your drunk boyfriend. The stranger groaned deeply once more as he flopped onto your sofa, back first shaking now and again, you could now see his face. He was rather beautiful, skin (well a little dirty but) as white as snow with an interesting black line for a tattoo across the bridge of his nose just ending parallel to his dark purple eyes that blinked now and again.
“Thank you…” the stranger grumbled softly, hugging himself in his dirty mess. You felt awful so that prevented you from asking him the obvious question: How the hell did you end up like this?
“It’s alright..uhm,” You thought for a moment, “Do you mind if I run you a bath? You look like you’ve went through a lot, I wouldn’t want you to stay in that state for any longer.”
“You’re very kind,” he finally opened his eyes. Christ, despite his voice sounding so kind it contrasted with that hunter’s glare he has, “you don’t need to-”
“I’m going to,” You cut him off, leaving his side and making your way to your bathroom. Sitting on the floor on your knees, you began to start the bath as you heard shuffling from the living room. Knowing it was the stranger, you didn’t necessarily mind, your “girl-senses” (as your best friend Anya would say) were firing off, more so, they seemed concerned for him. He was buried and shaken from something, maybe he was beaten up, or lost, regardless you just felt the need to help him. It wasn’t long before you filled up the bathroom, feeling extra nice you added some lavender scented bubbles as a cherry on top. What’s a bath without its bubbles, right?
“You didn’t have to do this,” you felt your body shudder at the unannounced presence of the stranger sitting next to you. He noticed that, “sorry.”
“You’re okay,” you shook it off as you stood up and turned to the empty radiator, realising there were no towels, “I’ll come back in a second to get you some towels and some spare clothes, I’m sure my boyfriend’s left over some of his somewhere… I’ll be in the living room if you need me!” You smiled delightfully before closing the door.
“You will come back… right?” The stranger stopped the door with his bare hand. His expression was giving something of a scared child… which made you a little weary… was he scared of being alone?
You nodded with an uneasy smile, “of course, I can leave the door open a little, if you want.” He nodded, and left with the door slightly open.
***
Scurrying through your closet, you found a pair of sweatpants and you estimated it would fit him, your boyfriend and the stranger have a similar build so surely it would fit. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find anything as a top to wear, you weren’t that kind of girlfriend to steal your boyfriend’s hoodies, simply because you didn’t like his hoodies and they looked bulky on you (although they were comfortable). Perhaps you could get his clothes washed and dried in time for him to leave, that set your mind at ease as you walked back to the bathroom, towels and sweatpants in hand. You knocked on the door, “don’t worry, it’s me, can I come in?”
“Sure,”
As you opened the door, your eyes darted down at his purple vest dropped on the floor and of course your eyes immediately looked up at the sight of his naked chest right in front of you. From your quick glance you noticed his toned and detailed abs, chest and arms, with the robe half-way off his body, resting on his hips slightly revealing his detailed and deep v-line. Christ almighty.
“H-here’s your clothes and towel,” You quickly handed him his stuff, after darting your eyes back up into his purple ones. It only just occurred to you stupidly enough that you haven’t even told him your name. With a surprised “Oh!” you declared your name, and the stranger did the same.
His name was Choso. You liked that name.
“Do you mind staying with me in the bathroom?” Choso asked politely, he wasn’t too sure if asking this was crossing a line, humans were so hard to read, “I’ve never done this before…”
“Never…?”
“Having a… bath? That’s what you call it right?”
What was this guy? Why was acting like he wasn’t human, like an alien?
“Sure!” You kindly replied, not wanting to judge him in the slightest, with that Choso began to take off the rest of his clothes which immediately triggered you to turn around, your face burning in a flustered state as a really sexy man right behind you was butt-ass naked. You awkwardly added, “just let me know when you get into the bath.”
“Alright,” Choso replied, his head tilted to the side like a confused dog wondering why you turned away. Wait, was he really that disgusting? He dipped inside the bath, a soft moan escaped his lips as he made contact with the warm sensation within, the bubbles were almost at his shoulders, he liked the smell too. It smelt exactly like you.
“I’m in.”
With that, you turned around and sat on the floor, facing him. He watched you adjust your hair out of your face, Choso founded you aesthetically pleasing to look at the way your skin was complemented by the warm lighting of the bathroom, the way your eyes glimmered ever so slightly, how your top pressed against your body tightly, how your lips were soft and plump, how your-
“Choso!” You waved your hands at his face, “I was asking you a question,” you smiled softly.
“Sorry, lost in thought,” Choso frowned, blinking in confusion at his thoughts – he’s never had that before, “what were you asking?”
"How did you end up in that alley?" You questioned softly, concern etched in your features as you carefully dabbed the grime off his face with a damp cloth. Your touch was gentle, a comforting reassurance amidst the uncertainty that enveloped the situation.
Choso's gaze drifted into the distance, a troubled expression clouding his usually serene features. "I have no idea," he sighed, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "One minute I was nothing, and the next I ended up here… Someone left me there to rot."
As he spoke, his emotions began to stir, his frustration evident as his fists clenched, veins pulsating against his temples. Suddenly, the subtle ink markings on his face, once innocuous and unassuming, began to shift. They contorted, the lines altering their shape, forming crosses across his cheeks and eyes.
Your breath hitched in your throat as realisation dawned upon you, a sense of alarm creeping in as the implications of those markings settled in your mind. You gasped, instinctively recoiling, as fear flickered in your eyes upon comprehending the significance of who Choso truly was.
It was only at that moment that Choso seemed to register the abrupt change in your demeanour. His expression softened with a pang of regret, recognising the fear in your eyes. It became apparent to him that you were an ordinary human, a non-sorcerer, blissfully unaware of the twisted and perilous world that existed beyond the realm of the mundane.
The tension in the air grew palpable, the stark contrast between your world and Choso's reality manifesting in that charged moment. He wrestled with the urge to explain, to alleviate your fear and bridge the gap between your understanding of the world and his own, but uncertainty held him back. The chasm between your two worlds seemed insurmountable, leaving both of you teetering on the edge of an unknown precipice.
Despite the growing tension and the realisation of the stark differences between your worlds, Choso's instincts kicked in, overriding his own turmoil. His eyes softened with a newfound determination as he noticed your fear-stricken expression.
"I... I'm not here to hurt you," Choso stammered, the urgency evident in his voice as he struggled to find the right words to ease your distress. His own apprehension intertwined with his desire to protect you from the harsh realities that surrounded him.
As he spoke, the crosses etched on his face began to fade, the ink lines gradually returning to their original patterns. He raised his hands in a gesture of non-aggression, attempting to convey a sense of reassurance, his wet hands cupping your face. "I promise, I won't bring harm to you. You're not meant to be involved in this… whatever this is."
Despite his own uncertainties, a newfound resolve flickered in Choso's eyes. He had stumbled into your life unexpectedly, but the sight of your genuine concern for him ignited a desire within him to shield you from the dangers he faced.
His mind raced, contemplating his next move. Protecting you became an instinct, an innate urge that outweighed his own confusion and vulnerabilities. In that moment, a silent pact formed within Choso – a commitment to safeguard you, to shield you from the darkness that encroached upon his life; curses. The mere thought of a curse laying a finger on you, his source of pure kindness enraged him. His own troubles momentarily took a backseat as he grappled with the responsibility that surged within him – the responsibility to keep you, an unsuspecting bystander, away from the treacherous currents of his reality.
He already lost his brothers and mother, he was not going to lose the only good thing in his life.
“Choso…” you breathlessly replied, in utter shock at how quickly everything unfolded. How can one simple act of kindness lead to this. You didn’t know what to think, that hunter’s glare he had before vanished into a gaze of utter desperation. Did he.. Did he need you? I mean sure if the roles were reversed, of course you would latch onto the one thing in your life that’s giving you such humane passion and kindness - especially when that kindness was fucking hot. God, you hated the way you thought of Choso. Your sex-deprived brain was conquering you ever so slightly, it wasn’t your fault your boyfriend was absorbed into his academia more than his relationship with you, and it also wasn’t your fault that the “man” you were bathing was a profound sexy individual – admittedly more attractive than your boyfriend, or was that your pussy talking? Who knows.
To distract yourself, you continued to wash him, trying to ignore his soft little moans as your fingers ran through his hair as you also tried to avoid his soft puppy-like gaze only for you.
“It’s nice in here,” he murmured, feeling all past stress vanish into the bubbly abyss. He could tell you were tense, he could sense your blood racing whether you made contact with him. He asked innocently, “Do you want to join me?”
A thunder of shock strikes down upon you as he says those words. Okay, he may look human but he definitely didn’t have the brain of one because any person would never ask such a question like that.
“Choso…” you whined softly, shaking your head, “I can’t…”
“You’re stressed, I can feel it,” Choso cut you off softly, his large hands reaching out to grasp your forearms gently pulling you closer to him, “I want you to relax with me.” it was the least he could do as a thank you for your service; to help you.
“Alright..” you gave in, as you sat up, “close your eyes until I say open.” He nodded like a good boy, closing his eyes as you got undressed.
There is a little voice in your head, little but loud, hungry for this attention, edging you on until something exciting happens. The ungodly voice of unreason makes you glance over at Choso as you took off your panties, just wondering what would it be like you two just fucked.
However your voice of reason snapped you out of reality, you were a taken person; you have a boyfriend and there’s no way that Choso would view you in such a lewd way like you do to him. Hell, does he even know what sex is?! Regardless, you sit down in the bath, sitting on the opposite side. Fortunately for you, the bubbles were high enough to just cover your chest, to Choso, only your collarbone was the lowest exposed area he could see.
“Open,” you call out and Choso opens his eyes. He frowns immediately, shaking his head soon after.
“C’mere,” Choso pointed down in front of him. He was signalling you to sit between his legs, you did so (thanks to your dirty thoughts and curiosity). It took you this very moment to realise the size difference between the two of you, it wasn’t large but it was enough to enthral you just a little bit.
Choso, copying you, grabs the shampoo and begins to wash your body. You exhale softly as the warm water rushed down your body, as his fingers and palms washes you like a delicacy.
“You’re very gentle,” you broke the silence, a soft hum by your right ear was followed by Choso’s head resting against yours.
“Like I said,” Choso said, continuing to wash your upper half, “I don’t want to hurt you,” his sentence ending with a soft delivery of your name, making you glance up at him which made Choso look down at you. Your faces were so close, why… just why were you so attracted to him? And was he attracted to you?
“What are you Choso?” you broke the silence yet again, only hesitatingly, knowing you could be jumping into dangerous territory. However, you felt like you had the right to know in a weird way, you did voluntarily invite and cared for him, surely he could give you something in return.
Choso appeared to ponder on the same notion, “well, explaining the kind of… being, I am. You do have the right to know that, you opened your arms to me.” His deep sultry voice ended in a perfect soft and kind cadence.
“However,” he continued, “What I am, you may not be able to comprehend, as it is not just me.”
His way of words, very poetic and intriguing, edge you (in the worst way possible may I add) to the point where you’d do anything to find out. Your curiosity was a deadly force.
And with that, you sat up and turned around to face him, and right there, was the moment you realised how close you were to his face, he moved your legs to wrap around his waist. Choso’s face was mere perfection not a simple blemish in sight, he was as white as a sheet, like some type of Tim Burton character.
The way you glanced so innocently at him, your face was so beautiful to him, oddly enough he felt something below, his chest I'd quickly clarify, he couldn’t describe it.
“I’m curse spirit,” Choso declared, ending with the mention of your name. The first time he said it too, he rolled off his tongue nicely. You liked the way he said it. “Half curse spirit, half human, which is why I look the way I look. I do not know the right way you humans define people like us, but the word supernatural comes to mind. Commonly, curse spirits are formed by the presence of negative energy that radiates from humans, negative emotions create this energy.”
“Commonly?” you questioned him, unbothered by his hands and continued to cleanse you, starting with your neck.
“I do not wish to discuss my upbringings,” Choso proceeded, his tone coming off harsh, of course not towards you but to the thought of his past, “touchy.” he ended.
“I see,” you nodded, you respected his decision. Maybe one day you will find out his past.
“I felt your energy,” he said softly, his hands moving slowly down to your breasts. You didn’t seem to mind, both your eyes were watching his moves. Of course in two completely different ways, while Choso wanted to make sure you were completely cleaned, you were trying your hardest not to make a scene of him not touching your sensitive nipple. “That’s why I called out to you, because I knew you were there.”
“Really?” You said, trying to focus your attention on Choso, and not Choso basically groping your boobs ever so softly and nicely, you shuffled in the bath, your hand gripping your thigh as your eyes closed now and again.
“Yes, us curses can see and sense the amount of energy someone or other curses have,” Choso continued.
Now, Choso wasn’t oblivious to your little movements and actions; he saw the way you were trying to remain normal while shuffling now and again in the bath, how your eyes kept looking at his lips every time he spoke. He knew he was doing something you liked, and he knew you wanted him to keep going. He’ll play along.
“You want something, don’t you?” Choso spoke softly with such curiosity, your eyes at this moment were closed, so he took your chin in his hand and lifted your face up to make you look at him. “You want something from me, right?”
He shot you out of your lustful mind, caught right in the act. You looked immediately up at him with shocked and guilty eyes.
“You’re gripping my thigh,” a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes levelled to your lips, “I saw you biting your lips, glancing at my own lips.”
“Fuck… I’m sorry, Choso- I-”
“I can give you what you want,” Choso so passionately confessed, with such honour. “All I need is your permission.”
This was wrong, you knew this was wrong. You have a boyfriend and yet here you are straddling a man you just met and making out with him, but… you can’t deny the way he made you feel. How soft his lips were against yours, how his large hands roamed from your breasts, waist and now your ass, gripping it tightly to keep you still within the bath.
“Don’t squirm,” Choso gently commanded you, he whispered in your ear, “there’s nothing to be scared of, I can take care of you.”
You felt his soft pink lips kissed the side of your neck, the bottom of the jaw, gracing your collarbone ever so slightly to your cleavage. You felt, with every kiss, a lick of the tongue as if you were not only a delectable but a delicious treat for him to have. It did shock you that, for a curse spirit, he was rather good at this. Like, how did he know how to give hickeys and not a bath, funny but conveniently… convenient.
“Can I kiss you?” Choso whimpered, you felt his large hands move up to your waist, gripping it desperately as he pulled you further to him. You gasp feeling his shaft pressing against your pussy.
“Of course,” You nodded, without a second thought. The kiss was more passionate than any embrace you had with Rei (remember him, your boyfriend?). Your hands flocked to his dark brown hair, thanks to yourself, his hair not only smells sweet like cherries, but as soft as can be.
You swore between kisses, “I can’t do this… I’m with someone…”
“I know.” Choso nodded, cupped your face in his hands, “you’re with me.”
He knew that you knew exactly what he was doing with those words. Without a second thought, Choso lifted you onto his lap properly as if you weighed nothing, his hands caressing the back of your head and soon to your cheek, he took his time delicately lining your lips with his thumb.
“Can I… love?” Choso paused, his breathless remark stopped by him straightening up and seeing your naked body more before him. You were.. “exquisite…” choso murmured, making you look away abashed.
“Stop… I’m not…” You brushed off.
“Why?” Choso, genuinely confused, asked, “You are immaculate.” thick strands of his hair sticking his his face, you softly brush them away with your fingers
“You really have a way with words, huh?” you giggled, making him chuckle too.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all,” You shook your head as your finger traced his abs.
“Can I have my way with you?” Choso softly asked, “you can always say no.”
“Of course you can,” You consented. Him saying that rather than ‘let me fuck you’ was hotter.
So there were you, making out with a sexy half-curse half-human man thing on top, completely naked in the now luke-warm bathroom. You moaned softly out of surprise upon feeling his lips around your nipples. He alternated between lighter and harder sucking on your sensitive bud and overall licking his thick tongue around the skin of your breast tasting the signature tangy taste of your flower scented body wash. Your hands grasped upon his wet dark brown hair, the tips of your fingers gripping him so he’d never grew distance from you as his hunter’s glare glancing up at you just when he switched to pleasure the breast.
“Choso!” You gasped as you felt his nails gently drag down from the top of your back, behind your shoulder blades all the way, under the water gripping your ass. It caused you to arch your back, allowing him to kiss your cleavage and motorboat you.
“Spit in my mouth,” he commanded darkly, you looked down your eyes decorated in lust as you lazily did so. You watch the bubbled-up liquid fall into his tongue before he licked your nipple again, making moan at the utter dirtiness of it all.
Your hand once on his head, travelled underwater to slowly stroke his cock. You watched in delight as his face screwed up at the intoxicating feeling, using his shoulder as support you sat up to slowly insert his cock inside. You gasped, as Choso whimpered his hands returning up to your hips to help you slowly sink down onto his cock.
“Jesus, you’re big…” You chuckle between pants.
“Am I hurting you, my dear?” He immediately looked up in worry. You immediately shook your head before kissing him softly.
“Not at all.”
Choso groaned as you finally fit him all inside, he has never felt this feeling before, you were so deliciously tight around him he was so close to climaxing inside of you. He needed to come inside you, and he needed you to come on him. For a good minute you began to slowly begin to ride him, your hands remained on his broad shoulders as you went up and down, his hands on your hips still helped you.
“You feel amazing,” Choso groaned, his hips instinctively matching your rhythm, you could only moan in response as your stomach began to tighten. You quickened your pace on him, his grip on your hips, nails leaving marks as he smacked your ass making you squeal.
“I’m so close…” you whined,
“Let it happen, my love,” Chousou held your cheek tenderly right before your orgasm. Legs shaken as you felt that wave of pleasure wash over you, Choso soon followed close behind, knocking his head back as he came inside you. He slowly continue to fuck you, losing his speed as you collapsed onto his chest.
You panted, “oh my god…”
A kiss was placed on your forehead by Choso. Crazy how you just got fucked by a curse spirit you found in an alleyway. A freaky one at that. You felt Choso lift you into his arms, dry you off from the cold bath and carry you to your bed, tucking you under the covers and slipping behind you and cuddling you.
“Rest well, my dear,” Choso whispered softly.