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Donghyuck is staring over his lifeless body that’s sprawled across his kitchen floor.
How did that happen?
Rewind to 3 hours ago. He’s having the time of his life at his crushes party, downing some liquid courage to grab Jeno by the shirt and drag him to the dance floor where he proceeds to grind against his ass.
He leaves with a hardon, Jenos number saved in his phone and a date tomorrow night.
He gets home, half horny and half hungry. Hunger ends up winning out in the end and he heads to his kitchen for food.
His fridge is empty and so are his cabinets. His stomach growls in anger at the lack of anything in his kitchen.
He’s about to say fuck it and see if pizza would deliver this late at night when he spots a box of cereal on top of the fridge. He has no milk but he'd eat anything at this point. It’s way in the back however and no amount of jumping can help him reach it.
So one shaky chair later, a snap as one of the legs gives out, and a loud crack as his head slams into the counter and here he is.
“Fuck, I just got a date with Jeno tomorrow too,” he whines into the air. Nobody can hear him, nobody could probably even see him. It’s just him and his poor dead body.
That is until he hears a slow clap from behind him.
“Quite a show there. Dying because you wanted some cereal at four in the morning.” Donghyuck turns around to see a man standing there, he has dark hair that falls into his eyes and he’s wearing a jet black suit. He’s grinning at Donghyuck as he claps, like he finds something amusing. It takes a moment to realize he finds his death amusing, the bastard. “Pathetic really, but I had to swing by early to watch it happen in real time.”
Donghyuck’s eyes turn into slits as he looks at the man. “Is my death really that amusing?”
The man tilts his head with the corner of his lip curled. “Yes.”
Donghyuck’s heard of the five stages of grief, he has a feeling he’s gonna be stuck on anger with this man around. “And who the hell are you?”
“Death.”
Donghyuck raises an eyebrow, eyeing the man up and down, not missing how attractive he is. The man smirks at him, like he can read his mind or tell by the look Donghyuck’s giving him. Now’s not the time to check out this random man, he has more pressing concerns like his dead body behind him. “Doesn’t death wear a black cloak with a hood?”
The man shrugs, “I can wear whatever I want.”
“And isn’t he all bones?”
“I think you’ll find out I have a lot of meat on my bones.”
Donghyuck narrows his eyes, “How do I know if you’re actually death then?”
The man smiles at him, but it’s eerie and too sharp, “How about you come over here and find out?”
Donghyuck hesitates before taking the bait. The closer he gets the stranger he feels. It feels darker, like all the happiness has been sucked away leaving only the feeling of emptiness and loneliness. He’s watched the entire time he steps forward, the man’s eyes like bottomless pits that want to suck Donghyuck in.
Donghyuck stops a few feet away, not daring to go any closer out of fear of something happening.
“Is death your real name then or do you have another?”
“You can call me Jaemin,” he says, bowing slightly. “Do you believe I'm death now?”
Donghyuck swallows and nods his head, his hands are shaking. If Jaemin notices, all it does is make his smile widen. There’s one more thing Donghyuck can feel in the air, this electrifying hum of excitement.
“Do you know what I'm here for then?”
A chill runs through Donghyuck’s body at Jaemin’s deep, booming voice. The smile is wiped off his face as he looks at Donghyuck with a blank expression, but Donghyuck sees it in his eyes, he’s airing for something.
Donghyuck licks his lips and takes one glance at his body before looking away quickly. He had one life and he ruined it. “You’re going to take my soul?”
Jaemin’s face shifts, he grins. “Clever one aren’t you?”
Jaemin tilts his head and just stares with those burning dark pits. He stares so hard it has Donghyuck shuffling his feet, waiting for the inevitable but Jaemin doesn’t move a muscle.
“So… are you going to?” Donghyuck makes a get to it wave with his hand.
Jaemin blinks at him, a brief look of surprise on his face. “You’re not going to beg me for your life?”
Donghyuck scoffs, “Even when I was alive I never begged for anything.”
Jaemin licks his lips, “Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.” He takes a step closer, “I bet you begged before. Under the right persons hands.”
Donghyuck’s cheeks light up, picking up on what he’s saying. “Like I said, I don’t beg.”
Another step and then another until he’s right in front of Donghyuck. Donghyuck keeps his eyes glued to his black tie, not wanting to meet his eyes.
That doesn’t deter Jaemin, it only makes him lean forward until his breath is hitting his ear. “I bet I could make you beg.”
The only thing Donghyuck feels now is a buzz of excitement around them. He must have pushed back the other feelings for Donghyuck’s sake.
Donghyuck takes a step back to glare and Jaemin lets him. “Are you hitting on me right now?”
Jaemin laughs, eyes still intensely looking at Donghyuck, his tongue licks the front of his sharp teeth, like he’s ready to devour.
“Am I not being obvious?”
“Cut the crap. Tell me what you want.”
“What I want? I think it’s about what you want and how you’re going to get it out of me, baby.”
Donghyuck feels hot now, his cheek are on fire. “What is it I want?”
Jaemin nods at the body behind him, his dead body. “Your body back. A chance to go out with the cute boy tomorrow. Shall I go on?”
“No,” Donghyuck shakes his head, “I get it, but my question is what do you want from me so I can get back in my body?” Donghyuck narrows his eyes at him and a predatory smile forms on Jaemins face.
“I want to fuck you,” Jaemin closes the distance between them again, “I want to have you under me, screaming my name. I bet you’d sound so pretty.”
Donghyuck has to admit, the thought of that sounds appealing. His fingers tap nervously against his thigh. He can’t die now. He’s young, hot, hungry, and he still has a date with Jeno he needs to go to! And at least the guy in front of him–if he even really is who he says he is–is hot. He’s annoying and Donghyuck can already feel his blood pressure rising, but it won’t be the worst fuck of his life. That goes to the first time he slept with Mark, when they were in college, both drunk and virgins.
“Fine,” Donghyuck says. He crosses his arms and raises his head with a snort, “You’re cocky. I don’t expect to be screaming your name though. How much game do you even get being death?”
Jaemin grins at him, “I get around. There’s a lot people will do to escape from death, babe.”
“Right…” Donghyuck voice is slow and hesitant. Jaemin’s close to him, looking at him with dark eyes and a smile promising so much. He doesn’t touch Donghyuck, not yet, and his skin thrums with electricity as he just waits.
Donghyuck clears his throat and averts his eyes, he can feel how excited Jaemin already is at his nervousness, seems to thrive on making him uncomfortable. “How are we going to do this, are you going to put me back in my body first?”
Jaemin chuckles, a low deep sound in his throat. He doesn’t answer at first and Donghyuck’s seconds away from snapping at him but he doesn’t get a chance to because Jaemin is shoving him against the kitchen counter. He feels Jaemin grip his hips, squeeze the flesh there and then place a hand on his back and make him arch it so his ass is sticking out.
“I can fuck you just fine like this,” He purrs, almost like a growl. He shivers when he feels Jaemin grope his ass and then push his jeans and underwear down. Donghyuck gasps when the cold air hits his ass and semi hard cock. He hears Jaemin make an appreciative sound as he rubs a hand over his now exposed cheeks, gripping them both and making the fat bounce. “Plus if you were in your human form then my touch would just kill you. We don’t want you dying twice, now do we?”
Donghyuck jerks when he hears the loud slap before he registers the tingling sensations on his right ass cheek. He blushes and resists the urge to bury his face in his arms, torn between snapping at Jaemin and begging him to hit him more. He’s never been treated like this in the bedroom, but his body clearly likes it with the way his cock won’t stop fucking dripping down his shaft.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind.” Another slap. Fuck, Donghyuck didn’t have to beg. “Another chance to fuck this beautiful ass? Count me in.”
Donghyuck moans at those words and then his body jerks when Jaemin slaps his left ass cheek this time. He didn’t realize he could feel this much pleasure in ghost form but fuck. His face is flushed and he wipes away the drool that has started leaking out of the corner of his mouth.
He hears Jaemin coo from behind him, “I haven't even fucked you dumb yet and you already look fucked out. Remember my name when I’m finally in you, baby.”
Donghyuck wants to roll his eyes, he really does, but all thoughts leave him and he lets out a broken moan when Jaemin parts his cheeks and the cold air hits his winking hole.
He hears the sound of a zipper lowering.
He chokes on his own spit when he feels something thick and hot land on one of his cheeks. “D-Don’t you need to prep me?” Donghyuck bites back moans as Jaemin rubs himself against his ass, getting the skin wet and sticky with precome. He feels big. And thick. Fuck, he’s really going to have this thing in him. Who knew Death was so big.
Donghyuck feels a kiss at the nape of his neck and then a warm tongue. “Ghosts don’t need prepped baby.”
“But,” he gasps when he feels the tip of Jaemins cock rubbing against his rim. The tip is fat as he feels it line up against his hole. Jaemin pushes in just barely and hisses out as Donghyuck’s hole clamps around him. “You’re too big. I don’t know if it’ll fit–” A gasp leaves his mouth and his eyes squeeze shut as Jaemin thrusts until the tip pops in completely.
“I’ll make it fit,” Jaemin nips at his neck as he shoves the rest of his thick cock into his tight hole until his hips and balls are pressed against his ass. “See, so tight and wet around me, fuck.”
“Ah–nghh,” Donghyuck’s body jerks as Jaemin pulls back all the way, until only the fat head is in his hole and then shoves his cock back inside, repeating it over and over again. “Ah, Jaemin,” Donghyuck moans, nails scratching against the counter as Jaemin pistons his hips, not even waiting for Donghyuck to get used to the stretch. There’s no pain, it’s just a lot for Donghyuck’s tight hole to take at once.
“There you go baby,” Jaemin pants, spreading his ass cheeks as his cock slips in and out of his hole. Donghyuck knows if he looked behind him he would see his manic smile on his face. “That’s it, see you’ll be back in your body–ngh–in no time.”
“Jaem–” Donghyuck whines his name. From the corner of his eye he can see his lifeless body on the ground but something sick and twisted curls in his gut, he knows this isn’t just about getting his body back anymore. Donghyuck moans as he pushes his ass back, wanting to get Jaemin even deeper inside him.
“That’s it,” Jaemin growls, fucking him harder so the slap of skin on skin echoes off the kitchen walls. “You like that?”
“Mhm,” Donghyuck whines, eyes squeezed shut as he fucks himself back on the big cock. “God.”
“Gods not here right now baby,” Jaemin says, breath hot against the back of his neck. “Just me,” he feels a wet kiss against his neck, “Can you say my name for me pretty?”
It doesn’t take much for Donghyuck to finally crack.
“Fuck, Jaemin yes.”
Jaemin groans from behind him, “I love when you say my name like that, with your pretty voice. Keep calling my name angel, I’m almost there.”
Donghyuck says his name like a mantra, over and over again. When Jaemin groans one last time it’s followed by the sensation of him filling Donghyuck with a final thrust. He sobs at the sensation and his aching dick that’s still hard between his legs.
“J-Jaemin,” he whines, head laying on the cold counter as tears run down his cheeks and his hard cock let’s out a pathetic squirt of precome.
“I didn’t forget you, it’s ok,” Jaemin murmurs, turning him around and kissing the tears streaks down his face, hard cock still in him as he thrusts a few more times with his hand wrapped around Donghyuck. “Come for me baby, I want to see.”
Donghyuck comes with one last sob of Jaemin’s name on his lips. Jaemin groans at the tight sensation around his cock and Donghyuck swears he feels him twitch one last time inside him.
Donghyuck feels the soft sensation of Jaemin’s lips against his cheeks and then forehead before finally landing on his lips. Awfully soft for being the grim reaper he thinks.
Jaemin pulls back with a grin and a glint in his eye. “Let’s get you back in your body now.”
Donghyuck’s head fucking aches.
He winces as he rubs the back off it. His body is sore, aching, and he knows he’ll be out for at least a day or two. When he stands up he doesn’t miss the wetness that leaks from his hole and a scowl falls on his face. Why the hell did he have to come back still stuffed full of Jaemin’s cum?
Jaemin sees his reaction and laughs and sends Donghyuck an unapologetic smile, the bastard. It seems he thinks there's nothing better than getting on the others nerves. “I’ll be seeing you again soon,” he smiles, but it has more chills running across Donghyuck’s body. “Jeno’s coming up on my list soon, but I'm sure there’s something you two could do for me to help with that.”
Fuck.
Donghyuck’s left alone in his kitchen, eyes avoiding the very place they fucked. He hears his phone ring somewhere distant, maybe its Jeno just checking to see if he got home fine or maybe even Mark, but that doesn’t matter.
He smiles as he continues his task of getting food, this time safely.
He can’t wait to see him again.