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A phone rang throughout Chenle’s kitchen, overpowering the sound of popcorn cooking on his stove. It was weird because he swore he shut his phone off for the night, so why, why was it ringing? Any other person would probably answer, see what was going on, maybe it was an emergency.
But Chenle? He’d like to think he was a bit smarter than that. All he did was look at the contact name, ‘No Caller ID’, he deemed it wasn’t worthy of answering. Probably some scam that somehow went into his phone, and honestly he could deal with that some other day.
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It went off again. Chenle wasn’t easy in life, but the noise of his phone and the popcorn popping was giving him a huge headache. And since he was really craving some popcorn he answered the damned phone.
“Hello?” Chenle’s voice came off clearly agitated.
“ Hello. Is this Chenle?”
Chenle scoffed and pinched the phone against his ear and shoulder, shuffling the popcorn around, “What’s it to you?”
“Are you home alone?”
Oh. He sees where this is going. Now he was thinking it was some stupid teenager around the block who probably hacked into his phone and wanted to act like some creepy man to scare off Chenle. What else could it be anyways? Some serial killer Chenle probably pissed off?
“Haha.. so funny, you know if you were going to prank call somebody you should’ve picked someone else.”
“This isn’t a ‘prank call’ Chenle, We are in the 21st century.”
Chenle made a face of confusion, okay this was new. He could do without the sass, it’s not his fault that he thought kids these days were like the ones in his time. Then again, he was acting as if he still wasn’t a kid himself. A freshman in college living in a shitty small home.
“Then what exactly do you want?”
“I want to know… what’s your favorite scary movie?”
This was enough to make Chenle laugh, his voice booming and echoing. He finally gets it now, someone was trying to do the ghostface prank on him with the voice being all distorted. Yet he wasn’t sure why they were trying to outdo the original, no one can outdo the original. And Chenle was still so quirky, young and charismatic to be the first one to die. If anything he would be like Sydney, the main character.
“Alright Mr. Ghostface, I’ll play along. My favorite scary movie? Well obviously it would have to be Scream. I am so excited that my favorite killer visited me with a call.” Chenle tried to stifle his giggles, “So what now Mr. Ghostface? You gonna kill me? At least fuck me first, I got a kink for killers with masks.”
“ What an interesting proposition, maybe I should pay you a visit”
“Oh I would love that, I cooked some-”
“Popcorn? I know, I can see that.”
Chenle’s heart dropped and he never hung up his phone so fast, turning off the stove. This wasn’t funny anymore, this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Honestly he would feel really scared by now, but he was actually more offended than that. Was he really the slutty dumb blonde who dies in the beginning of the movie?
Sure his hair was blonde and maybe he fucked a couple of men in his life, and he maybe just flirted with the man whose going to take his life. Omg .. He really is the dumb blonde. What a disappointment, if his friends knew that he was this character they would never live it down.
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“Hello?”
“Hang up one more time and I will slit your fucking throat.”
Oh. Okay, Chenle always thought he was slightly mentally ill, but this was really proving it. Because how was someone who was threatening to kill him sound so.. hot. Maybe it was the distortion of his voice, the deep sound vibrating in his ear, or the way his breaths sounded so hoarse. It was kinda doing a little something to him.
He looked down and a bulge was seen outlined on his pants. Yes, he was actually going insane.
“Sorry that it kinda freaked me out knowing you are outside my house looking at me.” Chenle sighed, “It must be boring watching me just cook popcorn. Do you want a little show Mr. Ghostface? Maybe a little striptease?”
“ What?”
“Oh you know, before I die I wanna at least get laid one more time.”
“You are unbelievable..”
“Yeah? Then what do you say?” Chenle hummed, “If you do it with me I’ll let you stick your knife wherever you’d like.”
“Look behind you.”
Chenle put his phone down on the counter and slowly turned his head. He knew what he was expecting but the sight of this person in a black cloak and a ghostface still made him jump. He could feel his blood run cold and cold sweat beginning to form around his hairline.
His body was trembling and his feet were frozen in place, eyes staring at the ominous figure. Ghostface stepped forward, so dreadfully slow, and Chenle wished that he could see the expression he held. At this very moment he truly believed he was dead, that his last plea was nothing but a stupid joke to this killer.
Chenle kept backing up, until the heels of his foot hit the cabinets and his back hit the edge of the counter. Ghostface was now in front of him, a knife twisting around in one hand and the other hand reaching out to him. It was in an instant when he felt that hand grab his throat aggressively, the force making Chenle jerk his head back, pain coursing through his neck.
He struggled to breathe, gagging noises forced out of his mouth. Tears were prickling in the corner of his eyes, flooding his tear ducts. They felt like they were almost burning and he could only imagine them turning red from irritation. Ghostface brought his face closer, his knife being pressed lightly against Chenle’s neck.
Chenle felt the blade slowly grazing against his pale skin that was turning blue. Cutting it ever so slightly, blood trickling down his throat in small drops of red. This man was serious, he was actually going to kill him- Chenle was going to die.
“You’re fucking irresistible.” Ghostface spoke, his voice being oddly recognizable.
“ Jaemin? ” Chenle shakily said, his voice so small due to lack of oxygen.
Ghostface placed his knife on the counter and tugged his mask off his face, “ Surprise sweetie.”
Chenle’s eyes widened and he saw the insane smirk spreading on Jaemin. His teeth biting his bottom lip and his lips bruised with red in the inner. His eyes were so dark, eyebags even darker, a light pink dusted in his nose and cheeks. His black hair looked wet, but not wet with water, water wasn’t red. His hair was covered in blood, blood that was dried up beneath his bangs.
“Jae—min I.. c-can’t bre—” Chenle choked, his grip on Jaemins wrists weakening.
Jaemin let go of him and Chenle heaved huge breaths, trying to catch a steady flow, but it was interrupted by the knee driven between his legs. It made him gasp sharply and hunch forward, his head falling onto Jaemins shoulder.
“Look at you.. so messed up, so deliciously beautiful,” Jaemin whispered, his lips grazing Chenle’s ear with each punctuated word, “You wanted this but you can’t even stand up.”
Chenle let out whimpers, the words spilling out of Jaemins mouth was making him melt. He was a killer so why was he getting so worked up over this. He should be screaming, begging for help, fighting Jaemin. But something about Jaemins gaze was so powerful and controlling, he wanted nothing more but to give him everything he wanted and needed.
Jaemin pushed up his knee against Chenle’s crotch and he let out such a gruesome moan, his voice scratchy and gruff. If Jaemin kept this up, there was no doubt Chenle would fall to the ground. His legs were so weak.. so so weak. Chenle grabbed at the sides of Jaemins arms from desperation, he needed him to hold him.
“Stand up Chenle,” Jaemin groaned, his knee pushing up again, this time with the intent to hurt Chenle.
“I’m trying.. please I.”
Jaemin grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, his cheeks were stained with tears and his nose was all bloody. Probably from the way he slammed his face into Jaemins shoulder previously, but the look was ethereal. Chenle looked so pretty when he was fucked up.
“Try harder. You hear me?” Jaemin seethed, pulling Chenles hair further, “Huh?”
“Yes… fuck yes ,” Chenle moaned, a smile peeking out ever so slightly.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking enjoying this aren’t you?” He let go of his hair and moved his hand to grab his chin, “I should’ve known better than to give you what you wanted. I could stab my knife into your side and you would thank me, wouldn’t you Chenle?”
“ Yes… ” He slurred.
Jaemins full intention was to genuinely kill him. He was supposed to call him, break into his house, and stab him over and over again in the chest. Never would he think he’d be standing here in front of him, his mask off, and his dick throbbing underneath his black cloth. This is why he wanted to kill Chenle first, he was the reason why Jaemin was going insane.
He then wanted to kill all those stupid motherfuckers that looked at Chenle with predatory eyes. Sure, he was fucking obsessed, but this proved to him that Chenle was his other flame. They were meant for each other.
“Yeah? Should I test it out?” Jaemin licked a stripe up Chenles neck.
“Please.. please do it,” Chenle begged.
“Later, right now I want you down on your knees. Show me how bad you want me.”
Chenle nodded eagerly and slid down to his knees, looking up at Jaemin through his tear soaked eyelashes. Half of his pupils are covered by his heavy lids, those same pupils boring into Jaemins eyes. His hands made work with his cloak, pushing it up and trembling as he grabbed Jaemins cold hands to hold the cloak.
Jaemin did so and Chenle pulled down his briefs without any hesitation, Jaemins cock slapping against his lips as it was left out of its confinements. There was precum leaking out of his aggravated red tip, on the edge of becoming purple. Chenle licked it off, his tongue digging into the slit making Jaemin seethe of a quiet groan.
He made work of it like it was part of his daily routine. Enveloping the head of the cock into his mouth, swirling his spit soaked tongue around it. His head moved around in circles so that it covered every part of the tip, hands grabbing at the base of his dick and carefully fondling his testicles. Saliva frothed at the edges of Chenles mouth, his jaw already slacking into soreness.
It was coming to the point where he would pull back and catch his breath, relax his jaw, but this was the exact moment Jaemin took advantage of his vulnerability. Pushing his head down, all the way to his base, nose buried at his pubic area. It was only natural for Chenle to start coughing, his throat convulsing around Jaemins cock.
“ Oh fuck ,” Jaemin chuckled, bountiful moans escaping his lips.
He continued to jerk Chenles head back and forth, Chenle’s lips no longer suctioning. His mouth wide open, teeth grazing against Jaemins foreskin, it was all too much. The view of Chenle, the saliva running down his chin onto his neck, smearing the blood from his cut all over the place. His nose was leaking again, blood was even entering his mouth, coating Jaemins dick with clear phlegm and blood.
It was all so red, so messy, Jaemin was in a euphoric state. He didn’t want to cum just yet, he couldn’t finish things like this. Jaemin put his foot against Chenle’s chest and pushed him so that he came off his cock, slamming his head against the kitchen drawers. Chenle’s chest heaved and he coughed out so hard that he couldn’t even breathe. He felt like Jaemin was still suffocating his throat and he couldn’t love the feeling any more than he already did.
Jaemin pulled him up by his arm and once Chenle was semi standing on his feet, he picked him up and sat him on the counter. Chenle leaned over from the loss of balance and crossed his legs around Jaemins waist and hung his arms around his shoulders. There was a slight exchange of a smile from both parties before Jaemin smashed his lips against Chenle’s.
Chenle ran his fingers through Jaemins bloody hair, dirtying his hands, Jaemin pulling him close by the waist as a response. The kiss should’ve been gross, it was salty and tasted like iron, but it was so good in its own twisted way. They delved into each other like it was the last day on earth, in Chenle’s case it might be.
Biting each other's lips, forgetting all about pain tolerance. Tongues swirling and being sucked into each other's mouths. Dirty moans and groans being exchanged with every passing second. Chenle’s nails were digging into Jaemins scalp as Jaemins was digging into the sensitive skin on his waist that was exposed from his short cropped shirt.
Chenle was breathing just fine, swallowing the air that Jaemin was giving him throughout the kiss. Everything was becoming neutral, boring even, although if people saw it from the outside it would’ve been deciphered as the most insanely sexual thing ever.
They parted and Jaemin took off Chenle's shirt, along with his pants and briefs, leaving him entirely naked. It was beautiful the way his pale skin bloomed pink all over his body. His nipples all hard and perked up, his dick bouncing and twitching with excitement. Jaemin wanted to so badly fuck him already.
“Look at you, you’re so fucked up because of me.”
“Do you like it?” Am I good for you? Is what Chenle wanted to say instead, even though that insecurity still seeped through his words.
It was a split second where Chenle thought Jaemin was worried because of the way his eyebrows furrowed and his slight pout. His hand grasping Chenle’s almost full with care, but after Chenle squeezed his hand back, his persona changed back completely.
“I ask the questions sweetie ,” Jaemin grimaced, having Chenle get off the counter and turn around.
Jaemin was pressed up against Chenle’s back, his groin rubbing against his ass. He forced his legs apart by kicking his ankles, and pushed down on his back making it arch, his ass now sticking out more prominently. Jaemin took his chance to slap against it with force, loving the way Chenle stifled his cries of pain and pleasure.
It started with one smack and it was continuous, Chenle lost count because there was one too many. His ass blossomed a dark red, welts creating on the plumpness. As it went on and on those welts were cut open by the silver ring on Jaemins finger. The cuts seeped out blood, but not deep enough for the blood to gush out and run down his thighs. It would’ve been a great sight.
“You’re all wet ,” Jaemin snickered, the spanking coming to a halt and his finger rubbing against his rim, “I didn’t know boys secreted slick or did you prepare yourself for some dick.”
Chenle couldn’t respond, even if he did it would come out so hoarse. His vocal cords were swollen and his throat was extremely scratchy. The best he could do was let out a pleasantly choked out whimper, it being enough for Jaemin.
Jaemins rough palms stroked the welts once over, and then stuck the tip of his index finger in Chenle’s hole. The sudden action made him flinch, his body jerking backwards inserting Jaemins finger in deeper. His finger was so long that it was already brushing against his prostate.
It should be criminal the way Jaemin knew his body so well. Crooking his finger at the deliciously sensitive spot. Chenle mewed out small moans, trying his best to resist the urge to fuck himself. It was a stark contrast from earlier when things were so fast paced, Jaemin was now slow. It was like he was taunting him, letting Chenle know that he was beneath his mercy.
Chenle gritted his teeth, feeling a stretch of another finger joining alongside. His rim was squeezing around them, sucking it with fervor. This wasn’t enough, measly fingers just weren’t cutting it. Sure they were hitting the right spot, but Chenle wanted something bigger, something longer.
He moved his hips forward, Jaemins fingers slipping out. Chenle turned to look back and saw the irritated look on his face, he was not happy.
“You must be fucking crazy to try and defy me Chenle,” Jaemin bit the meat on the inside of his cheek, “I should really kill you now.”
Chenle should’ve been scared, Jaemin reached out to grab his knife but it didn’t elicit any kind of reaction from him. He just stared and smiled like a sleaze, laying his head on top of his arms that were resting on the counter. This game he was playing was dangerous, he was mocking a killer.
“Kill me.” Chenle chuckled, “ Do it. ”
Jaemin squinted his eyes at him and then swung his knife up in the air. The point of the blade pointing directly at Chenle’s back, then he swung down in full force. Chenle shut his eyes tightly, holding his breath, ready to feel a sharp unbearable pain. But it never came, as a matter of fact, he heard a clack of metal hit the ground.
“I knew you wouldn’t do it Mr. Ghost— ah!”
Chenle’s eyes shot wide open, pain burning at his scalp as his hair was pulled harshly. Jaemin aggressively had him in a death grip, his other hand around his throat tighter than the first time. Not only that, but his cock seethed fully into Chenle. Base flat against Chenle’s welted ass.
The sensations were all too much and Chenle couldn’t do anything but let out strangled noises. His hands were contorting and trembling trying to find out what to do, going back and forth from Jaemins hands and the counter. It was useless though, the counter was far enough that not even the tips of his fingers touched it, and Jaemin’s hands showed no sign of budging.
“If you die, you die by my hands .” Jaemin groaned in his ear, “I will choke you to death, finally shut that big mouth of yours. Or maybe I should keep you alive, torture you by killing all your measly friends in front of you.”
Chenle breathed harshly through his nose, tears running down his face for the one hundredth time tonight. He tilted his head back into Jaemins shoulder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He kept growling out rough hums, the vibration tickling Jaemin’s hands.
“Nothing to say now?” Jaemin laughed maniacally, “I see, you want that to happen don’t you? You want your friends to die, I can see it now.. them screaming out to you. Chenle! Chenle! Help me! Please help me! He’s killing me!”
“ Fu—… mmph! ” Chenle got frustrated by the inability to speak, a muffled scream coming out in retaliation.
Jaemin continued to laugh and laugh and laugh and Chenle felt like this was already the death equivalent. He felt Jaemin pull out of him until the tip was only inside, and then he slammed all the way back in. He did this over and over again, Chenle’s vision beginning to blackout. It was too much, he was on the brim of passing out.
But he didn’t want it to stop, he wanted Jaemin to use him, he wanted him to keep talking. It made him mad, angry, but otherworldly excited. He had never felt this sort of pleasure in his life, it was a mixture of that and grief and guilt. Jaemin obviously didn’t care for him, he didn’t care for his friends, he wanted them all dead. Yet Chenle was head over heels, submitting under his power.
“You've got such a pretty neck, it’s even prettier now look ,” Jaemin forced Chenle’s face against a cold small surface.
He realized that he can breathe now, he wasn’t sure how long it’s been since. Chenle kept blinking, restoring the clarity of his vision, and although it was still blurry he could make out the frame of the phone in front of him. He squinted his eyes and saw a photo of him all busted and being shamefully fucked by Jaemin.
His blond hair was now pink, the blood on Jaemin’s hands dyed it ever so slightly. His eyes were rolled all the way back, the whites of it only being seen in the photo. His face was stained and layered by old tears and new tears. Trailing down to his nose, there was blood smeared all over the place, his mouth and teeth crusted with it. Dried spit was on his throat and on his chin, his neck was terribly bruised.
Purple, black and blue hand prints decorated his neck. The cut that Jaemin made with his knife seemed to cut deeper, longer and wider. It wasn’t surprising that the blood seeped down to his chest, all the way to his lower abdomen. Chenle should’ve thought the photo was horrific, but he thought the opposite. He loved it . His eyes were glistening.
Jaemin was smirking behind him in the photo, he was so hot . Red sweat trailing down his face, his huge black cloak resting on Chenles lower back. Even his mask made it in the far back of his picture. Chenle wanted to kiss him so badly, he wanted to die underneath him so badly.
“ Love it… I.. nnnh, ” Chenle forced out, his voice absolutely discarded, it will be gone for days.
“Shit, you are just,” Jaemin moaned, fucking into Chenle hard, “You’re perfect. ”
It was the first time Chenle heard something so profoundly loving and caring come out of Jaemins mouth. It made him melt and gracefully smile and hum, contrasted with the abusive erratic thrusting. Jaemin tapped his fingers against Chenle’s hips, getting two taps back.
He leaned over and placed soft kisses to the side of Chenle’s face, “ Inside?” he asked.
Chenle opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out so he nodded his head. Placing his hand on Jaemin’s head and connecting their lips together. Jaemin encircled his hand around Chenle’s neglected cock and stroked it matching the rhythm he set for his hips. Their mouths were open, exchanging breaths, tongues clashing hard against each other.
Jaemin was first to move away, pecking smaller kisses against the corner of his lips, “I’m going to cum baby , you first.”
Chenle bit his lip harshly and let out a mute moan, orgasming hard. His whole body practically convulsing, unable to to stop even with Jaemins halted movements. Jaemin came inside of him and he felt the warm semen pool out of his hole, running down his thighs. He was so overwhelmed, Chenle was completely wasted. It was a shame that he didn’t hear the needy groans and mantra of appreciation coming out of Jaemin.
His balance gave up and his knees gave out, he was about to fall to the ground. Jaemin quickly caught him though and scooped him up in his arms, pampering him with the sweetest kisses on his face and neck.
“I’m sorry, I took it too far— I,” Jaemin sighed, “You should’ve told me to stop .”
Chenle smiled brightly, his eyes barely opening, “Why would I? That was the best sex ever.” his voice scratched out.
Jaemin smiled back, kissing Chenle’s head and lips once more, “You’re a fucking dream . ”