exomeme | part two hundred and fifteen

107w, idk

“you’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

the barrel traces over sehun’s mouth, sliding in-between his lips. a moment later, it’s pointed at his forehead.

“yes,” sehun says. “i’ve been very bad. i need to be punished.”

“yes,” a soft voice agrees. “you do.”

water squirts right into sehun’s eye.

“what the fuck, jongin?” sehun grabs at his face, falling off the bed in the process. jongin leans over to look at him, water gun still in his hand.

“what? you said you wanted to be punished!”

“with like, your dick, or something, not like this!”

“how was i supposed to know that?”

“oh my god, i’m LEAVING.”

lmfao ANON OMG

HAHAHA OMG ANON

lmfao shit anon

ANON I'M DYING APSJDAOSIJDOIASD

lmao seems legit

screamsdfklasjdf i'm crying

lmfao dead

lmao

A N O N SCREAMING

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"Shit," Jongin breathes, nerves sparking when he feels the cool press of the barrel along his cheek. This should not be turning him so much, and yet here he is on his knees on the dirty floor, stiff in his pants already. Lu Han's eyes are oddly cold, finger tapping rhythmically on the trigger, looking right through Jongin like he doesn't even know him.

"Suck it," Lu Han commands. Jongin raises his eyebrows skeptically.

"Suck—"

Lu Han taps the gun against Jongin's lips to make his meaning clear. "Now."

Jongin closes his eyes tightly, lets his jaw go slack to accommodate the gun, and waits for the end. There's trusting someone and then there's being stupid—Lu Han's angry, and that's enough of a reason for Jongin to start saying his final prayers.

"Go easy on him, Lu Han," Baekhyun's voice comes from somewhere behind Jongin. Lu Han looks up. The gun jerks back and hits Jongin in the teeth. He winces, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he forces himself to stay still.

"What?"

"He's cute," Baekhyun says, almost lazily. "He's just a kid. Maybe we can use him."

Lu Han looks back down, the baffled expression on his face mirroring the one on Jongin's. "Use him? Use him for what?" he asks. Jongin finds he's been asking himself the same question.

"I guess that depends on what he's good at, doesn't it? Turn around. Let's get a good look at you," Baekhyun instructs.

Lu Han grabs Jongin's shoulder and wrenches him around to look at Baekhyun. Jongin nearly topples over from the sudden movement, kneecaps scuffing painfully against the cold cement floor as he struggles to maintain his balance. Lu Han's still got the gun pushed into his spine as a warning: I can still kill you at any moment, so don't try anything stupid. Not that he would. Not when he's so close to infiltrating the organization if he can just play his cards right, behave, act the part. When he looks up, Baekhyun's sitting in a basic metal folding chair. The feline guy from earlier, Zitao, is sitting at Baekhyun's feet, arms wrapped around his ankles, head draped in Baekhyun's lap like an oversized cat. Baekhyun's even stroking his hair like one.

"No need to be rough, Lu Han," Baekhyun cautions again, voice syrupy and sweet. "He seems obedient enough. Aren't you?" He beckons Jongin over with a crooked finger, smiling easily enough. He almost doesn't look sinister like this, eyes bright and friendly. Welcoming, almost. "Come here, let me see how good you can be."

Jongin starts to get up onto his feet and feels a slice of pain in his calf. Before he can test his weight on it any further, Lu Han pushes him back down, roughly, to his hands and knees. "Crawl," he says, voice hard, and Jongin hears the phantom click of a gun safety in the back of his mind. He does as he's told and crawls to Baekhyun.

"Good," Baekhyun says, smoothing a hand over Jongin's hair and then tickling under his chin. "You're a good boy."

Jongin nods. He can still taste blood in his mouth from the gun knocking his teeth.

"Let me see?" Baekhyun asks, voice lifting gently. He sounds almost tender. Jongin sits up obediently, trying as hard as he can to precisely follow the instructions given to him just so he can avoid one of Lu Han's bullets in his brain. Baekhyun pulls back Jongin's lips carefully to inspect the damage, like one might examine a dog's teeth, and then, unexpectedly, presses a kiss to Jongin's mouth. When Baekhyun pulls away there's the ghost of a bloody lip print on his mouth.

"All better," he says smoothly. His eyes flick downward, to where Jongin's still half-hard in his pants from the gun. "You like danger, don't you?"

Jongin isn't sure if he should speak. He splits the difference and murmurs an assent, nodding once. Baekhyun chuckles.

"I'd prefer if you weren't bleeding, but if that's what gets you off, then it can be arranged. What do you think about him, Zitao?"

Stirring with interest at hearing his name mentioned, Zitao lifts his head to take in Jongin's disheveled appearance. His nose wrinkles.

"Should we let him stay?" Baekhyun asks, turning to Zitao. He bows over his lap and murmurs it in his ear, lips so close to Zitao's ears that he's probably kissing the metal hoops of his earrings.

"He needs a shower first," Zitao says snottily, his gaze lingering on Jongin's split lip, his ruined trousers in tatters at the knees, the stretched out collar of his shirt. Jongin tries to hide the oozing grazes on his palms, but he still looks like a fucking mess.

"Do you want to fuck him?" Baekhyun asks, stroking down the side of Zitao's face indulgently. Zitao leans into it, shoulders hunched. Definitely feline, definitely Baekhyun's house cat, Jongin thinks. He'd been wondering exactly what kind of company a criminal under lord would keep close to him, and it makes sense, he supposes, to require a certain amount of submission from his bedfellows. Still, he hadn't expected anything quite like this. He also hadn't expected the chance to jump to the head of the line. All because he'd accidentally stumbled into that front, gotten involved with Lu Han when he should have just turned tail and ran.

Zitao shrugs, letting his head settle back down into Baekhyun's thigh. Jongin thinks he's going to speak, but there's nothing, just a bored sort of indifference radiating from Zitao. Baekhyun turns back to Jongin.

"We'll give you an audition," he says, teeth gleaming wickedly in the darkness. Jongin gulps. "Good luck."

damn

902 words. gunplay, abuse, mafia au.

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jongdae can't see anything, the fabric bound tight around his eyes blinding him from anything, but he can certainly hear. there's shuffling all around, loud noises that echo and a faint noise of machinery in the distance; he's pretty sure he's in a warehouse somewhere. as if the cold concrete beneath his bruising knees and the stale air filled with sawdust wasn't giveaway enough.

the barrel of the pistol held to the back of his head is starting to get annoying, digging into the same spot still oozing a bit of blood, covered in dirt, where he'd been bludgeoned a few hours ago. having only recently come to, he truly hates himself for letting his guard down, even for a second.

"--where's the--"

"--shh!--"

"--why didn't you tie him down better, chanyeol?"

the gun held to his head shifts slightly as chanyeol seems to kick something across the floor towards another person. judging by the weight of the slide, jongdae's pretty sure it's his backpack.

"look, i'm doing the best i can with a broken hand, okay?" there's a sudden shove to his back and jongdae lurches forward slightly, bound hands catching himself on the concrete. "no thanks to this shitbag."

"don't bruise him up too bad, will you? minseok's going to want him in one piece," a gentler voice, quiet, hits jongdae's ears, and the young brunette smirks.

"hi yixing," he calls out, finally breaking his silence and earning another smack to the head, this time with the butt of the revolver.

"hey! shut up, chen, did i say you could talk?" grimacing a little, jongdae ducks his head and licks his lips, dry and chapped and slightly split. they taste of dirt and blood.

"i didn't really ask permission, so--"

"jongdae, stop," comes yixing's voice, and jongdae merely laughs. whatever they had between them was gone now, but somehow, his gentle words still hold something over jongdae's heart; it squeezes just slightly.

"how about you boys just let me go; you can keep the backpack, i'll stay off your turf -- everything's peachy." jongdae's always been one for reasoning, especially when cold metal is inching closer to his ear. chanyeol snorts, kneeing him again.

"i'm getting real tired of your mouth, snitch. infact --" the gun suddenly pulls away from his head and jongdae stiffens as the other begins to walk around him. a hand grabs his hair roughly and pushes him back, the barrel of the gun pressing bruisingly against his lips. "how about i stuff this so you shut up for a while?"

jongdae growls, baring his teeth, and chanyeol knocks against them hard enough that he winces; using that chance, he shoves into jongdae's mouth. "suck it."

"is this necessary?" yixing asks with a sigh, obviously annoyed with the entire situation.

"well he broke my wanking hand, so he owe's me compensation."

fine. jongdae'll play along. after all, if he continues to protest, he's pretty sure he'll get a bullet to the brain, even if minseok wants him alive (better bargaining chip that way). opening his mouth more, he slides down against the gun, sucking it into his mouth, much to the loud whooping of his captor.

"i knew you had it in you!" chanyeol laughs, obnoxious, and somewhere inside, jongdae hopes yixing looks away. somewhere else inside, he hopes he watches.

chanyeol pushes the gun in further, until jongdae's gagging against the back, saliva dripping down his chin, and tears sting at his eyes. the metal is uncomfortable on his tongue, pinching it roughly between his teeth and slicing it on the beveled edges.

he can feel chanyeol's arousal burning against his shoulder as the other moves closer, practically straddling his back, arching jongdae's neck back at an awkward angle, leaving a burning ache in the base.

"park chanyeol," a voice suddenly fills the room, loud and firm. chanyeol jumps, knocking the gun hard against jongdae's teeth and yanking it away, shoving the brunette to the ground. jongdae hisses, the foul taste of copper filling his mouth, though he's not sure which it's from -- gun or blood.

"playing with my toys?"

"ah, no minseok, sorry, i was just trying to get him to shut up.."

"it looked more to me like you were practically dry humping him."

"ahaha, ha...ha...sorry.." chanyeol trails off, and yixing lets out another sigh.

"so what do we have here?" the voice nears jongdae, quiet steps heading towards him on the concrete, and jongdae rolls over onto his side, spitting out the definite traces of blood in his mouth.

"a snitch," yixing answers quietly, and jongdae can't discern his emotion behind it.

"i like to think of myself more as an informant," jongdae offers, grinning up into the direction he hopes the approaching figure is.

"an informant playing on the wrong team." minseok nears jongdae, pushing him over easily with his foot, hands in the pockets of his suit, hair impeccable and shining with gel. "and trespassing."

"well you see, the thing is--"

"shut up, jongdae. for your own good," yixing interrupts, and minseok shoots him a curious glance before peering back down at their bound captive boredly.

"well...take him to the shack, i suppose. we'll just have to give our old friend luhan a call and see what he's willing to trade for his little rat, won't we?"

"one question." jongdae rolls over and minseok raises a bored eyebrow. "you think i could walk there myself? just wondering."

"of course not."

"didn't think so," he sighs. the butt of the gun doesn't hurt as much the second time it knocks him out.

wow i loved this *___* it's so good. although short it has a lot of bits of information here and there that gave more body to the story and ngl i'm curious and interested, i wished there was more of it

i really like this! did you write this in under 30min? that's impressive

yooooooooooooooooo I loved this omg

luhan/gun

it doesn't rly look like him ;;

gj anon, you still managed it in so little time

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omo me gusta anon ;)

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shit anon

"What the hell was that?"

Chanyeol is still wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the way Yixing insists on hovering over him with an anxious expression and his palms facing forward, twinkling lights gathering at the tips of his fingers. Minseok is still standing frozen in place, his eyes darting back and forth between Chanyeol and the corpse Jongdae is poking at with his staff.

"Whatever it was, he's dead," Jongdae says cheerfully enough, pressing the base of the rod against the man's cheek. There's a few sparks with each tap as he attempts to shock their guy, but despite each spasm the man remains dead. "Good job, Chanyeol."

"Good job," Minseok echoes faintly, "what are we even congratulating him on?"

No one answers him, because to be honest, aside from Chanyeol, they're not exactly sure what happened. One moment, the culprit had materialized a machine gun out of fucking nowhere, right as they had cornered him in a dark alley. The next, he was pulling the trigger, the nozzle aimed at Chanyeol. The tallest member of their squad should've been riddled with bullets, or at least had had some sort of damage for Yixing to clean up as usual.

But instead, Chanyeol had opened his freakishly large mouth and sucked each and every speeding bullet down his throat.

In the time it took for their guy to get over the shock of some guy eating his ammunition, Minseok had frozen the blood in his veins, and Jongdae had ended with with an electricution. Simple and clean and the usual, barring Chanyeol's little show.

"So is this an extra power?" Yixing asks curiously, pulling his hands back, but leaning his face forward. Uncomfortably so, as he attempts to stare down Chanyeol's throat like it holds the answers to life itself. "Because I'm not sure I'm comfortable with knowing you could do what you just did to those bullets to my dick during our--"

""It only works on metal--" Chanyeol interrupts before the others are given too much information about their 'private training sessions'. Minseok already looks like he's about to have another aneurysm or something, Jongdae on the verge of his squeals of debauchery usually reserved for their clubbing nights. "I. I have something to confess."

Jongdae stops playing with the dead body and scrambles over, pulling their team leader along. "Do you really want to tell us," he asks seriously, clutching Minseok's arm tightly, "do we even really want to hear it? Some secrets aren't so bad, Yeol. Somethings are meant to stay behind locked doors."

"No, I really have to tell you," Chanyeol barrels on. He needs to get this off his chest. The other three gaze intently at him as he finally opens his mouth to continue. "I. I can eat metal. Before I landed this job..."

The others' eyes are all on him. He feels so small, despite being the tallest of them all.

"I used to be a sword-eater. For the circus."

Oh, the shame.

lol irl so creative anon and unf the little chanlay there ilu

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this made me chuckle. gj anon!

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lu han's got a blood-splattered gun pointed at jongin when the kid leans forward and licks the muzzle, pink tongue darting out to flick over the top and against the barrel, wet and glistening. lu han's breath stops in his chest, thumb pausing on the safety just before it clicks, and then it goes down, a loud kerthunk that reverberates in his ears. jongin's eyes flash. he takes the barrel deeper into his mouth, lips stained a deep, coppery red from the leftover blood sehun had left on the gun after lu han shot him for—something. he can barely remember anymore. insubordination? being too kind to a member of the rival gang? shit like that doesn't seem to matter anymore when jongin's deepthroating his gun in an attempt to—what? stay alive?

jongin scoots up. his crotch bumps against lu han's sock clad foot and god, he can feel jongin's hot erection through all the layers of fabric, burning against his skin.

"you are one fucked up guy, jongin," lu han says, out of breath already.

jongin just makes a sucking noise when he hollows his cheeks. a hand comes up to grasp lu han's crisp pant leg, tugging at it slowly as jongin's hips cant at a torturous pace against lu han's leg.

the door flies open, nearly knocked off its hinges. lu han pulls the gun out of jongin's mouth and jongin lets out a low whine. lu han almost wants to shove it in again just to watch jongin squirm but tao and baekhyun are barreling into the room, fresh from a night patrolling the city.

"by all means," baekhyun says, tossing himself onto one of the plush couches in lu han's office. "don't stop on our account." tao folds himself a little neater next to him, but not by much.

jongin gets to his feet. "did i say you could stand?" lu han mutters, but it's half-hearted, and he can taste the blood on jongin's mouth when he surges forwards and kisses him.

"you're pretty fucked up, too," jongin murmurs, too quiet for baekhyun and tao to hear from the couch. his warm hands slide up lu han's shirt. a chin digs into lu han's shoulder from behind, hard and pointy, and a raspy giggle fills lu han's ear. someone else is working at lu han's belt buckle, and when it's all the way off lu han can recognize the callouses on tao's hands, familiar from the hours of sparring with him day in and day out before they'd risen up the ranks.

"this is a one time thing," lu han says into jongin's mouth, trying to be firm, but it just comes out breathy. baekhyun's kissing the side of his neck and lu han's knees give out a little when tao's mouth joins his hand, sucking hard at the tip of his dick.

"if you say so," jongin replies, grinning into the kiss, his hands roaming up beneath lu han's shirt to tweak at one of his nipples. lu han thrusts his chest into it, head falling back against baekhyun's shoulder.

they guide him to the couch and sit him down. tao wipes the back of his mouth with a hand and then jongin's kissing him, the two of them going down on the plush carpet, jongin's fingers wrapped around tao's neck in a gentle chokehold, tao bucking up against the way jongin's body is crushing him. lu han feels his cock harden even more, hanging out in the cool air and jutting out at attention from his crotch.

"don't be jealous, now," baekhyun says, a smile in his voice. he crawls into lu han's lap, belt undone already, and aligns their cocks in his tiny hands. lu han glances down to watch pretty fingers jack them off at baekhyun's leisure, just this side of too slow, so that the slow burn turns over in lu han's stomach but never quite boils over.

lu han makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.

baekhyun smiles at him. lu han sees a flash of sharp canine before baekhyun bends his head and latches onto lu han's neck again, piercing lu han's skin with his teeth and soothing the cut with his tongue. lu han snaps his hips up into baekhyun's hand and comes all over his fingers, a night's worth of adrenaline shooting out his dick, breath dying in his ribcage.

when he looks down at the floor, jongin and tao have switched places. tao's grinding down into jongin, who lets out the intermittent soft cry and tries to buck tao off again, but tao's always been stronger than he is, can hold him down easily, forearm bearing down on jongin's neck, his windpipe, until jongin's gasping, mouth gaping like a fish's. he gives up near the end, wraps a leg around tao's waist and undulates upward. lu han could watch this forever, probably, just have the two of them going at it in front of his desk all the time, run down all their excess energy until one of them stops yapping at the other. it's a good thought. tao eases up on jongin's neck and jongin wheezes, sucks in a rattling breath. he comes like that, trapped by tao's body, spine curved toward tao's torso like metal drawn toward a magnet.

lu han lifts his sweaty bangs off his forehead as baekhyun rises and rezips his pants. "so," he says, exhaling slowly. he glances over at the body behind his desk. "what are we going to do about sehun?"

928w, team b multiplier!

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part two hundred and fifteen

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team luhan!

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xiumin - 506w

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team bbh

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