𖥔 Between Humans and Curses 𖥔
❱ Sypnosis: You never expected a curse like Choso to fall apart beneath your touch—on his knees, eyes glazed and voice breaking, begging for something he barely understands. What began as a game of dominance, a way to satisfy your hunger for control, turns into something heavier, deeper, almost dangerous. He keeps coming back—not just for the way your body ruins him, but for the way you make him feel something he thought was impossible. But even you can’t tell if this is still a game… or something neither of you can walk away from.
❱ Content Warnings: MDNI 🔞 | Explicit sexual content | Power imbalance | Dom!reader | Sub!Choso | Praise & degradation | Begging | Rough sex | Dry humping | Oral fixations | Reader uses heels/body for teasing | Slight choking | Mild dubcon vibes (in terms of psychological play/power) | Cursing | Mentions of religious themes (God, sin, etc.) | Emotional vulnerability | Light angst | 2.5k Words ahead.
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Humans are the greatest creation of God; He made them with His gracious hands and molded them with power, creating a creature in His likeness. Humans are able to feel what the world has to offer—exquisite beings who can do anything, be anything, and chase power as far as they want. Although God made them in His image, He did not make humans as powerful as Himself. They can try, but humans will always be humans and never gods. Still, they are His greatest creation.
However, He did not make them as perfect as He is.
Even the first creature He made was sinful, just like the humans that walk the earth today. They are weak by nature—they can sin, do what is wrong but feels right, and blame their misfortunes on their creator. Humans can be great, but they will never be truly human if they do not sin. I like to believe they are weak; even though I am one of them, I still know that with the flick of a delicious, sinful temptation, they would kneel and beg for more.
That made me believe humans are the easiest things to manipulate. They trust too easily based on what they perceive as good. Trick them into a trance and feed them flowery words, and before you know it, they’re wrapped around your little finger. Humans can be the greatest, but also the weakest—creatures that could never resist temptation, even if it looked as good as the gates of heaven.
So if humans are that easy to manipulate, what more if it is a curse?
When I look at him through half-lidded eyes, my fingers running through the strands of his hair, he leans into my touch. His tired eyes, shadowed by purple bags, meet mine. He looks right through me—pleading, begging. A man larger than me is on his knees, whispering how he’d worship me, kiss the ground I walk on, and beg for the sweet meal I promised. It’s a sight that ignites a fire inside me. Despite being a curse, I got him to his knees, begging for my mercy.
“What do you want me to do, Choso?”
“Please… I’ll let you do whatever you want with me. Just please… touch me. Make me feel how good a human touch is.”
Despite his usually aloof demeanor, I never thought he could say such things—crave a human touch, beg a woman he barely knew just to feel something real. A sly smirk crept across my lips, eyes dilating at the thought that he was willing to sin for me. My legs wrapped around his neck, my heels brushing the nape of his neck, earning a broken whimper from his mouth. My hands moved from his hair to his face, my thumb gently brushing his lips.
“But if I give you what you want, God might not like it…”
I asked with innocent eyes and a pout, watching to see if he’d reconsider the situation he’d thrown himself into. But Choso looked at me with furrowed brows, as if the answer was obvious.
“I’m a curse. I don’t care what God thinks of me. You’re the only god I’d worship for eternity.”
His eyes told me he was submitting. His hands were still behind his back, his face close enough to kiss the lingerie beneath my violet silk robe. I smiled and unwrapped my legs from around his neck. He whimpered at the loss of contact, only to shudder again when I crossed my legs and let my heel press into his groin. A groan escaped him, lips quivering with restrained pleasure.
My heel kept rubbing against his clothed crotch, his glossy eyes never leaving mine. My core throbbed at every whimper he made. I poked my tongue into the inside of my cheek, and then—swiftly—sat on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. Choso growled as my damp thong made contact with his boner.
He whispered into my ear, biting at my earlobe as his hands found their way to my hips.
“Nuh-uh. Did I tell you to touch me?”
I slid my fingers through his hair and tugged his head back, earning a groan. He quickly returned his hands behind his back, eyes wide with guilt and lips trembling.
“I-I didn’t mean to… I—I’m sorry, please…”
I grabbed his chin, tilting his face toward mine, a smirk playing on my lips and deviousness in my eyes. At that moment, I knew I’d always have the upper hand. After all, curses are easier prey.
“Please what? What do you desire, Cho?”
“I want you… your touch… the way it makes my body feel hot. I—I just want you. Please… all of you.”
“All of me, huh? Aren’t you a little greedy, Cho?”
His brows furrowed in panic. His lips quivered. He looked away, ashamed. I grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his gaze back to mine. He looked helpless, like he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. His mouth struggled for words, his body tensed—and it made my insides flutter with delight. God, I love helpless men under my grasp.
“I am a greedy creature. But is it my fault that I greed for you? That I want every part of you, touching and feeling every part of me? That your gaze alone could finish me off? If that’s greed, then I’m guilty.”
His eyes never left mine. I cupped his face, gently wiping the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was still looking up—begging me to end his suffering.
“You want me that bad, huh?”
He gasped as I pulled out his shaft from his boxers, my fingers tracing the slit at the tip while my other hand held his face. He tried to look down to watch, but my grip on his cheek kept him in place, nails pressing into his skin. He whimpered, brows furrowed, tears slipping freely.
“Since you’re such a good boy for me, Cho…”
I let go of his face. A red mark from my nails lingered on his cheek. I took off my thong, and he whimpered again when I let go of his cock—but that was immediately replaced by a loud moan as I sank down on him. My hands clutched his neck while I adjusted to his length, slowly setting the pace.
My hips ground down, bouncing on his cock, feeling every inch shaping my insides. My hands clung around his neck. Choso’s thrusts were rough, desperate. He moaned into my ears, his hands still obediently behind him.
“Do you want to touch me, Cho?”
I tightened my grip, pulling his face up to mine. His eyes lit up, nodding eagerly, tears pleading for just one touch. I dug my nails deeper into his throat, making him choke on his groans.
“You’ve got a mouth. Use it.”
“Hah… P-please… l-let me feel you… w-want to touch you so bad, please..?”
His lips trembled, body shaking with every thrust, eyes bloodshot from the force of desire. I unwrapped my hands from his neck, guided his wrists forward to touch me—over my breasts, down to my hips. Choso followed eagerly, moaning at the feel of my skin.
“That’s more like it. Now, pleasure me to your heart’s desire.”
At my command, he grabbed my hips and shifted his stance, thrusting harder, deeper. His cock hit every sensitive spot inside me with delicious force. I could feel him everywhere—his breath, his kisses, his grip. His lips trailed fire along my skin, his voice moaning into my ears without restraint.
“You f-feel so good around me…”
He was everywhere—his hands, his lips, his cock—and I was unraveling under it all. I couldn’t keep up. He made me arch, scream, tremble. Every thrust felt like the stars exploded behind my eyes. Every moan he made sent me higher.
My fingers wandered through Choso’s hair, now undone from the buns he wore earlier. He lay on his front, his back lined with scratch marks I gave him. I lay on my side, my head resting on my palm, watching him. He looked peaceful.
“Why are you looking at me like that..?” he asked, eyelids half-closed, still facing away.
Every time Choso knocked on my door in the middle of the night, I already knew what he wanted—to feel me, feel alive. It was a mutual need. He fed my superiority complex; I gave him human warmth. That’s all it was… or maybe it’s something more?
“Choso, can I ask you something?”
“But I asked you first. Fine. What’s your question?”
He turned toward me, now lying on his back. I hesitated, fingers still in his hair.
“Why do you keep coming here? I mean, yeah, we fuck—but sometimes you come and do nothing.”
“I’m not doing nothing. We played chess.”
I rolled my eyes. I forget this side of him—so different from the man who ravages me. But something in his eyes said more. He looked away, hesitant.
“I… I don’t really have an answer. I just know that being with you—even doing nothing—makes me feel alive.”
My hand stilled in his hair, lips slightly parted.
“I’ve always felt this hollow space inside me. Numbness. But you… when you found me, it started to fade. Being with you lets me grasp a reality I thought I could never have.”
“You make me feel alive. And I think that’s why I keep coming back—to feel alive, even if it’s only at midnight.”
I was speechless. I never expected him to say that. I know I have my own hollow parts too—and maybe, just maybe, Choso fills those too. I kissed him—not with hunger, but with desire. The desire to truly live.
“Stay beside me. Till the sun rises.”
He smiled, kissed me again, his body moving on top of mine. We explored each other again—slower, softer, deeper. Not just bodies, but souls.
And when midnight passed and the sun rose, Choso was still there.
Even as more dawns came and went—he stayed. And never left.
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