revolver (qmi)
title: revolver
fandom: super junior. zhou mi & kyuhyun. (tell me if you find ninja!hanchul and ninja!zhang liyin.)
warnings: first attempt at the writer writing porn that's nc-17(in which there is sexual humiliation, blowjob, and gun fucking in the mouth). lots of ooc-ness. little, itty bits of humor and mucho irony. convenience storeAU. 5899 words.
summary: in which kyuhyun is not made to be a thief and zhou mi is a store clerk who has his kinks and uses them to take advantage of kyuhyun.
(a/n: inspired by a part in the whimsical movie called 11:14 and listening to usher's "bad girl" on repeat.)
situational irony - def. an outcome that turns out to be very different from what was expected, the difference between what is expected to happen and what actually does.)
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It's minutes before the incident occurs and Kyuhyun doesn't even have the slightest clue that there's going to be one. He just sits in Jongwoon's car, completely unaware of the flaws in the plan that he's laid out for himself. With a text message from his boss that reads, you have the money yet? and the Browning Hi-Power pistol that rests in the car seat next to him, he knows that he's ready for this. His first-ever robbery.
He's overconfident before the whole thing even starts. He's been camping out in this metropolis for awhile, scoping out the city for a fresh place that's suitable for his job instructions.
Find a store that doesn't have a big name, he remembers Jongwoon telling him and Kyuhyun is still proud of the day when Jongwoon puts enough trust in him to send him out to his first robbery. He could tell that his boss knew that he was itching to get into the action, instead of idly watching by, and probably sent him him out because he knew Kyuhyun could carry out the job like a professional thief.
And just to make everything more perfect, he even did his research on the store that the car was parked a ways from.
The store's small for its size, a fitting size for a family business. For a week, after his eyes first laid on it, he had been walking in and out of the store to make sure if it was an okay place to rob from. From his mental notes, it was. It made a profit that was enough to dip his fingers into but that wasn't even the best part. There weren't any security cameras installed, and that's when it seemed too perfect to be true. But he kept on checking for hidden cameras, and every time he searched, he couldn't find any.
Too easy, he thinks. Once he gets away with the money, he's going to leave the city. The owners can file a police report as soon as possible, but they still wouldn't find him because he's going to be gone by then. He knows the police are going to look for him after it happens. But after they do a thorough search of the city, they're going to have to give up because they'll come to the conclusion that he's not there anymore. No police officer is going to want to go out of their perimeters to look for him, especially when there needs to be money and evidence involved. And after he ransacks this family, they're not going to have either.
He swings the car door open and barricades himself out of it. Before he closes the door, he removes the gun from the seat and latches it to the holster he's wearing. He loves how smooth the gun feels in his hands. He bets that it'll feel better after he uses it to shoot a couple rounds into someone's head. But that's only if he needs to.
On his walk over to the store, he thinks of the workers. From what he knows, there's only two. One's the boss. Kyuhyun knows he's almost never there, because he only sees him take the morning shift. Even then, he seems to be absent from his duties. There's always a man that hangs around there, some small time actor that Kyuhyun sometimes sees in commercials, that always distracts the boss when he's on the job. But every single time he's at the store, Kyuhyun is careful around him. Just from eavesdropping on a few conversations, he knows that the boss is exceptional in martial arts and can take down anyone that he wants to.
Then there's the second worker. It makes his job even more perfect because the second worker is a girl. He doesn't mean to be sexist about it, but she doesn't look like she can stand a chance against him. Not with her small frame, her plump lips, and her eyes that would widen as soon as the gun gets close to her.
So when he stumbles into the store, he's sure that it's her that's going to be working behind the store's counter. He doesn't expect to see a man that replaces her instead.
What the hell is going on? is the first thought that materializes itself. He looks around, searching for where the woman is. He takes quiet footsteps as he weaves in and out of the aisles, taking second looks at the man to see if his eyes are tricking him. His eyes prove that it really is a man, but they pay no attention to Kyuhyun because they're too busy reading the magazine that's in their hands.
Kyuhyun wonders how he's going to do this. He has no information on this person whatsoever. To conceal how nervous he's getting, he secures the facemask that he tied on before he left the car. He's using it to pretend to be sick, even though it's mainly being used to hide away his identity. But he's starting to feel like he's becoming sick of how his plan is going in different directions.
No worries, Kyuhyun peers over the store aisle to get one last look at the male worker. I can take him.
He grabs the nearest item he sees, a bag of chips, and steers himself in the direction that the cashier is in. The male worker picks his eyes off his magazine and closes it so he can go back to working. Just like the good worker he is, he takes the item that Kyuhyun hands him and pays no attention to the lump in the customer's side, the pocket that his gun is in. Then he stands up from the stool and that's when Kyuhyun starts to have his doubts about him. He's tall and towers over Kyuhyun by a couple of inches.
He doesn't know how it happens, but he lets out a sneeze from how surprised he is. He didn't know that immune systems reacted to bursts of emotion. Or maybe it's just him.
The worker looks at him, straight in the eyes, and freezes his hand before swiping the item's bar code.
“Are you okay?” he asks out of politeness.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” I'm in a better condition than what you're going to be if you don't cooperate.
Kyuhyun coughs, just to make it seem like he's sick and needs the mask. As he tries to make his eyes look watery, he sneaks a glance at the worker's name tag. Zhou Mi. Certainly seems like a name that wouldn't jeopardize his plan.
This person with the name Zhou Mi finishes swiping the item through and then there's a beep. He grabs a plastic bag to stuff the item in.
“A dollar,” Zhou Mi says in a voice that sounds like it belongs to a worker that's bored at his night shift. Kyuhyun would be bored too, if he had to work in this place.
Kyuhyun pretends to fetch his wallet, but reaches for his gun instead. Too much talking, not enough action.
“Cool mask,” Zhou Mi adds and Kyuhyun smirks underneath it.
“Thanks,” Kyuhyun's hands pull the gun up to Zhou Mi's face. “Now put your hands up.”
They stay like that for awhile. Kyuhyun waits for Zhou Mi to panic, but clearly there aren't any signs of it happening because he keeps on looking at the gun like it's a toy or something. It makes Kyuhyun feel amateur and he's wondering if he's holding the weapon wrong.
“Are you trying to scare me?” Zhou Mi asks, after a long pause.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun replies in a voice that sounds calm but deep down inside, he's nervous. He's played scenes of him robbing a store in his head before but now that they're becoming real, the experience is actually nerve-wracking.
Zhou Mi continues to be unaffected by Kyuhyun's gestures and reaches for his magazine again. He flips back to the article that he was reading.
“It's not working on me, so you can run along now. A dollar, please.”
Just from hearing him say that, Kyuhyun's anger snaps. and his fingers tighten around the trigger. There's nothing that irritates him more than a person who treats him like a child. He jabs the firearm into Zhou Mi's face once more.
“Is there something that's fucking wrong with you? I have a gun and you-you have a magazine! Where's your protection?” Kyuhyun bursts out in a voice that's not to the point of screaming, but it's still loud and over the top.
After carefully listening to his interjections, Zhou Mi plasters a smile onto his face. He lays the magazine flat on the surface and pushes it forward for Kyuhyun to see.
“My protection's right here,” Zhou Mi points to the article that he's been reading. He holds a hand up and waves for Kyuhyun to take a closer look. And he follows his orders, because he's too jittery to even think about what might happen. Like the deafening smack to his head that surprises the hell out of him and makes him lose his grip on the gun. The rest of Kyuhyun's body falls to the floor with a thud but something like that can't keep keep him down for long.
He sits back up, his hands scrambling around for the gun that's temporarily out of his reach. Where is it?
He stops trying to look for it when he hears a click. Kyuhyun looks up to find the gun in someone's hands. Not his hands. Zhou Mi's hands.
“I told you, my protection's right here,” he can hear Zhou Mi say and he looks past the gun to see the smile that's still on his lips. He stands up, slowly and carefully, and holds his hands up above his head. Zhou Mi watches and his smile gets bigger than it already is.
It's only been the first few minutes into Kyuhyun's robbery and he's already losing to a man that has succeeded in taking his gun away. He bites his bottom lip and tries to think of what part of his plan messed up first and how. But the only flaw in his plan is standing in front of him, pointing a gun at his head.
Zhou Mi taps one finger onto the store's counter while still aiming the gun at Kyuhyun's head. As for Kyuhyun, he stands to the spot he's stuck in and doesn't budge from it, because he doesn't know what type of thoughts are going through Zhou Mi's head. If only it was the girl that was working tonight, not this psychopath who's got Kyuhyun under his control.
“And what,” Zhou brings his finger up and rests it against the side of the gun, tapping it as he speaks. “-were you thinking when you decided to come into my boss's store with a gun in your pocket?”
He wants to wipe off that confident smirk that resembles what used to be his own. Kyuhyun scowls and drags his teeth along the bottom of his lip. He'll do anything but answer to these taunts that are being thrown at him.
“You know, cute little boys like you shouldn't be going around with guns in their pockets,” Zhou Mi's finger continues to swirl around on the handle of the gun. If it goes off by accident, Kyuhyun would be shot to death. And right now, it's not looking too bad if happens. Wait, did he just call him a 'cute, little boy'?
“Especially if they don't know what they're going to do with them. Did you really think that you could come in here and pull off a successful robbery?” Zhou Mi keeps on questioning him and it's making Kyuhyun sick to his stomach. He's already dying of the shame he's going through.
“Yes, I thought I was going to successfully rob you of your money and get away with it,” Kyuhyun brings himself to speak in a conversation that Zhou Mi's been carrying all by himself. He stops himself from asking Zhou Mi if he'll forget about it and let him leave. But with the intense gazes and the gun that's still in his hands, it'll just make him look stupid for asking.
He watches Zhou Mi lick his lips, who's taking pleasure of the new situation.
“How about I give you money in return for something? Does that sound good to you?”
After hearing Zhou Mi's suggestion, he can't believe it. Money is the only word that he hears. If he comes back to Jongwoon with money, nobody has to know that he bombed his first robbery. Now after he gets excited, he wonders what he has to do.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun agrees. “What do I have to do?”
He swears that he sees a faint evil that crosses over on Zhou Mi's lips.
“Why don't you come around the counter and find out?” Zhou Mi's fingers reassemble to fit the gun better in his hand and Kyuhyun notices the gold ring on his finger roll against the handle. It almost distracts him from how absurd his request is.
“What are you waiting for?” Click. “Walk around and stand behind the counter. Now.”
Kyuhyun swallows the lump of air that's welled up in his throat and begins to take slow steps away from where he's standing. He walks carefully around the counter, locking eyes with Zhou Mi who's still giving him a shrewd smile that Kyuhyun can see behind the gun that's following his every move.
When his whole body is positioned behind the counter, that's when Zhou Mi stands up from his seat and leaves it so he can stand behind Kyuhyun. He stabs the gun into Kyuhyun's back. Kyuhyun doesn't let him have this pleasure and tries his best not to jump from his spot.
“You want to know how to rob a store? The right way?” Zhou Mi's voice is teasing at his earlobe and it makes Kyuhyun want to pull his mask down so he doesn't suffocate from the heat that gathers around him when Zhou Mi gets too close.
“Why don't you open up the machine right there?” Zhou Mi indicates one free hand towards the register. “Take anything you want.”
“What if I don't want to? Hmm? What if I changed my mind? What if I don't want to steal from your crappy little store anymore?” Kyuhyun starts spitting out unabashed sentences, due to how angry and trapped he feels at the moment. The gun pokes his back a few more times, pushing him towards the register.
“I don't care about you want to do. Just open it up, you little bitch.”
Kyuhyun purses his lips, trying to contain how angry he and his thoughts are. He hisses an “I'm nobody's bitch” under his breath, but follows Zhou Mi's orders as if it's Jongwoon who's telling him, not this supercilious asshole. Just because this bastard has a gun doesn't mean he gets to boss him around. Even though, yes, it kind of does. And he deserves it, because he was the one who brought the gun in the first place.
He applies his fingers to the box, opening it up so it'll satisfy Zhou Mi's unknown needs. He's not exactly sure why he's doing all this for a stranger, but he's desperate to get out and try his chances with another store. Or maybe a bank. A bank must not be as complicated as this is right now.
Okay, you sick fuck. “What do you want me to do? I'm right here and I don't know how to rob a store. So teach me,” Kyuhyun says in a mocking tone. Even though he shouldn't be mocking anybody right now besides himself.
“I want you to take out every single dollar bill that's inside that register and count it. You should count out loud so I can hear you,” Kyuhyun can feel Zhou Mi's smirk pounding into his back. He should have shot him as soon as he walked into the store. If he shot him earlier, he wouldn't be forced to count out bills. Which probably isn't as bad as he's making it out to be.
Kyuhyun's hands move inside the register's box and just like what Zhou Mi told him to do, he takes out every dollar bill that's stuck inside it and holds it between his palms. He turns half of his face so he can see what Zhou Mi wants him to do now.
“Well, what? Tell me what to do next,” Kyuhyun demands, thumbing the healthy stack of notes in his hands.
“Count. Just count, simple as that. And,” Kyuhyun feels a finger attach itself to the mask that he's using to cover himself. “Your voice is a bit muffled. Why don't you take off this so I can hear you loud and clear?”
“Stop it, I'll do it myself,” Kyuhyun scowls, thinking that Zhou Mi's making a weird attempt at being funny. He rips his face away from Zhou Mi's fingers and takes off the mask himself, not wanting or needing his help. He throws it on the floor and there it lays, abandoned by his heel. He's surprised by how naked he feels when he's not wearing his mask. Or maybe Zhou Mi's the one who's making him feel like that-exposed.
“Cute face.” Fucking fairy.
Zhou Mi snickers when Kyuhyun tries to move away from him, but glues him back in place by shoving the gun into the middle of his back. Kyuhyun's voice almost rasps by the sudden contact. Guns have never felt so fucking cold before and not as...exhilarant.
He shakes his head, waving away that last thought. Then his fingers fumble and slip with the stack of bills before he begins to count them, one by one.
“One, two-”
“Start with the big ones first,” Zhou Mi interrupts. A grumble falls from the side of Kyuhyun's mouth and he starts over.
“Twenty, forty, sixty...” Kyuhyun counts out three of the twenty dollar bills by the time he feels a hand on his ass. He stops counting and almost drops the money when he turns around to yell at Zhou Mi.
“What are you doing? This-you're-you're not allowed to do that!” Kyuhyun stutters, trying to protect his assets with his hands. But his back gets pushed against the counter and he watches Zhou Mi prop the gun into his chest.
“Last time I checked, you weren't in a place to tell me what I was or wasn't allowed to do,” Zhou Mi growls, sounding low and dangerous. He rubs the muzzle into Kyuhyun's chest, temporarily distracting him as he slips an arm around Kyuhyun's waist, plucking off the fingers that he's using to shield himself. And every time he forces a digit to come off, Kyuhyun can't help but see Zhou Mi in a new light. A darker, sexier light that he can't get himself out of.
“Why don't you forget about what just happened and turn yourself around again?” Zhou Mi adds suggestively and Kyuhyun remembers that he's the enemy. He watches the gun being lifted off his chest, and Zhou Mi swivels it around so Kyuhyun can do the same exact thing.
He stares at the gun one more time and forces himself to stand in the same position he was in before. With a lump of disgust that hangs in his chest, Kyuhyun starts counting out the dollar bills again.
“Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty...”
Kyuhyun stops counting and takes a second to try and collect himself, because Zhou Mi's hand is on his ass again. He can feel the friction that comes between the unfamiliar hand and the jeans that he's wearing and it's making him mad. If only he had his gun. He would use it to shoot Zhou Mi's hand for sliding up and down each cheek, massaging every area that it lands on. He would shoot him if he wasn't secretly enjoying it.
“Hundred, hundred and ten, hundred and twenty...”
“You have a nice ass,” Zhou Mi mentions, his voice closing up on Kyuhyun's ear. “Anybody ever tell you that?”
“I don't know, I never let a person, much less a man, touch my ass before to check and see,” Kyuhyun mumbles, almost losing count of the money. The money transitions to fading splotches of green in his hand.
“You want to know what kind of ass it is, then?”
Zhou Mi assumes that Kyuhyun wants to know the answer and says it anyway.
“It's the kind of ass that needs to be fucked until your legs are shaking and you can't move anymore.”
He laughs when he senses how uncomfortable he's making Kyuhyun feel, just by how silent he gets after Zhou Mi tells him that. Then he puts an abrupt stop to the laughter and shoves his victim over the counter, making his upper half slightly lean over the surface.
“Go on. Go back to counting for me,” Zhou Mi urges, toting a hand on Kyuhyun's lower back and the gun on his shoulder. “I want to hear your voice. The way you sound, you should really know that it makes me want to-”
Kyuhyun doesn't want to hear the last of it and tells Zhou Mi to shut up. His protests earn him a hard smack on the ass and his eyes almost tear up from how much it stings. And all he did was backtalk.
He's never expected himself to meet a person who's treated him as sadistically as Zhou Mi does. Especially not when it's somebody who works in a convenience store. And it's their first meeting.
Fuck you, Kyuhyun calms himself down by dreaming of a scene where he's emptying his gun inside Zhou Mi's head. But he can't focus on it because all he can think about is numbers, the time and the money, and how slow Zhou Mi's strokes are when they're rubbing the spot where he hit him. He also can't focus because Zhou Mi has switched the gun to his other hand, and he can feel his ring sliding down his ass, in erratic ways that almost make him fall off the earth.
“A hundred and thirty, a hundred and forty...”
Zhou Mi's hands track every inch of his ass, searching for any weak spots that might appear. Kyuhyun waits for him to stop, but there's already the growing erection in his jeans and he doesn't know which one he should try to stop first.
“A hundred and fifty, a hundred and sixty, a hundred and sixty five...”
Zhou Mi's hand move away from his ass and before Kyuhyun can breathe in of how relieved he feels, the hand snakes under his shirt and now Zhou Mi's hands are mingling with his skin. He doesn't know how worse it's going to get as Zhou Mi rubs the area above his erection, teasing him as he goes.
“A hundred-a hundred and seventy,” Kyuhyun catches his mouth from slipping and messing up the count. But there's no need to worry about it, because Zhou Mi crushes him in his arms, holding him up with one arm and making him stay quiet by shoving the gun pass Kyuhyun's lips. It passes through, and Kyuhyun sucks on the weapon, licking every bit of the metal that snags his tongue.
When the gun slips from his mouth, the first thing he says to Zhou Mi is-
“You're such a fucker, I'll make sure that you're dead after this, I'll-” Kyuhyun can't say anything else after that because Zhou Mi's erection suddenly rubs against his ass and it's giving him some type of uncontrollable thrill, the worst type of thrill. He loses his words and self control to the adulterated feeling that pops up in his chest. “I'll fuck-oh, ohhh...”
“What were you saying?” Zhou Mi asks and Kyuhyun can tell that this bastard is getting the time of his life from this, and he can smell his excitement that comes from seeing Kyuhyun squirm around. He pushes his groin deeper into areas near Kyuhyun's entrance and it's making Kyuhyun desperately push back without thought. His hair is already matted to his forehead in a sweaty mess and he almost passes out when the friction stops.
“Wait, no, you can't-” Kyuhyun gasps when he's flipped around and Zhou Mi forces him to sink to the floor, with his knees and his palms grounding into it. There's fingers that yank at his hair and a gun that digs into his skull.
“I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to make you rethink about doing what you did with this gun a few minutes ago,” Zhou Mi holds the gun to Kyuhyun's head, using his free hand to undo the zipper of his jeans. It successfully tugs it all the way down. He strokes himself before pulling his cock out and shoves himself into Kyuhyun's face.
“I'm going to make you moan and beg, with your lips around my cock.”
“Fuck this, I'm not your whore-” Kyuhyun tries to move his head out of the way, even though there's a part of him that wants to suck on Zhou Mi, to try and get a taste of what's in front of him. He doesn't know whether to be glad or not when Zhou Mi pulls on his hair again, forcing Kyuhyun's lips to connect to the tip of his length. He looks up at him with an unsure expression on his face, because just like he's never robbed a store before, he's never given a guy head.
“I think you'd make a better whore than you do a thief. No offense,” Zhou Mi adds. His fingers twist and tangle with Kyuhyun's hair and it's putting him through a euphoria and more of those hazy thoughts.
The gun nudges him in the head.
“Come on, have a little taste,” Zhou Mi suggests to him. Kyuhyun can hear the bullets rotating. “Or else I'll have to shoot.”
Kyuhyun stifles a whimper when he pulls the whole length inside his mouth, not enjoying how it fits at first. He takes a few seconds to pray for a miracle but by hearing Zhou Mi's low chuckle, he knows that one isn't coming anytime soon.
“Are you retarded at everything you do?” Zhou Mi's voice gets gruff and mean and he pulls himself out of Kyuhyun's inactive mouth. They give each other piercing glares before moving on to conversation.
“No, I'm just persistent and my own person and I'm not gay,” Kyuhyun says and he's definitely not surprised when Zhou Mi laughs. He keeps on laughing and laughing, and Kyuhyun knows that he's laughing at him, the person that's bent down on his knees before him.
“You don't even know what you're saying anymore. Yes, you seem persistent but you're not your own person. As long as I have this gun, you're mine. And if you were straight,” Zhou Mi tilts his head and his eyes run down the the front side of Kyuhyun's body. They stop at his crotch. “-your friend wouldn't be here with you right now.”
“Fuck you,” Kyuhyun snarls, deciding that he hates Zhou Mi. He hates him for taking his gun away and using it for his own leisurely pleasure. He hates how wide his smile spreads when he sees Kyuhyun writhing in front of him. But the thing he hates most about him is that Zhou Mi is right and correct about everything, even about what Kyuhyun wants. His knees are throbbing as much as his erection is, desperate and wanting to be touched.
“Oh, you don't know how much I would love to do that. To make you stand up and turn around. To slam you against that counter and pull your jeans down. To spread apart your legs and fuck you with nothing but this gun in my hand. Believe me, I'm really tempted to do it,” Zhou Mi's smile gets bigger as Kyuhyun's eyes grow wider.
“Or you can wrap those parted lips around my dick,” Zhou Mi says. “Your choice. I'm fine with either way.”
“I'll bite your dick off.”
“I'll shoot you in the head.”
Zhou Mi wins again and Kyuhyun has no choice but to swallow up his cock until it's resting deeper and further inside his mouth.
It's like the gun. Think of it as the gun or he'll shoot you, Kyuhyun's conscience tells him and his tongue takes a taste of the tip. Pre-come spills onto his tongue and he has no choice but to run his whole tongue along the length, to as far as it can reach. He doesn't know if he's imagining the sounds that are coming out from Zhou Mi's mouth or how hard the gun is pressing into his skull. Kyuhyun keeps on sucking tentatively and using his tongue to taste every angle. It's better to do this than being fucked by a gun. It's better to enjoy it instead of containing himself and his own cock, which still hasn't been touched.
He can feel his insides getting warm and slippery and he wants to touch himself as he continues to suck. To make it up, he fondles through the denim of his jeans, trying to relieve himself. It's not enough and his hand has to slip past his waistband and he touches the hardened skin. He wraps his fingers around his cock and begins to pump himself in sync to the licking and sucking.
“Don't forget about me,” Zhou Mi says when he thinks that Kyuhyun's tongue is getting too lazy and to strengthen the warning, he dips the gun into his neck. Kyuhyun remembers what he's supposed to do and his lips run up the cock another time. Zhou Mi smiles to himself while watching Kyuhyun's head bob up and down on his length with his hand between his legs. He almost feels sorry for feeding Kyuhyun a mouthful of cock, but it makes him look so good, to see him warm up to the abuse and the treatment.
"Tastes better than the gun, don't you agree?"
If only Kyuhyun was in a position where he could nod.
“You're such a better whore than a robber,” Zhou Mi observes, twisting his fingers around the back of Kyuhyun's head. He pulls him closer with a quick tug of the hair, making Kyuhyun almost choke when Zhou Mi's length stabs the back of his throat. But it feels so good, to have his mouth surrounding the other man's cock. Even though Zhou Mi is evil and manipulative, right down to the core, he's so fucking hot and it's Kyuhyun who's bent down on his knees for him. There's no one else. It's only him.
He lets his tongue loll around in a lazy manner until Zhou Mi's had enough and thrusts his cock one more time into Kyuhyun's mouth. Kyuhyun returns from his hazy thoughts, choking on the mouthful of cum that seeps out the corners of his mouth, dripping down the spot on his neck where the gun touches. He wants the gun to go off and shoot him, right there and now, because he's nearly dying from the bitter taste of Zhou Mi mixing with his own mess, which gathers in a puddle between his thighs.
Zhou Mi steps back, spouting out obscene words that are hinted with pleasure, and returns to the counter. He stands next to Kyuhyun, whose mouth is still gagging and whose hand is still touching himself. He grabs an unopened tissue box and bites the wrapper off by the ends of his teeth. And he unexpectedly drops the gun into Kyuhyun's lap.
“Here, you can have it back,” Zhou Mi says and as soon as the wrapper rips apart, he takes a bunch of tissues and cleans himself off. And just by watching him, Kyuhyun has the feeling that he wants to kill him for embarrassing him.
Kyuhyun scrambles to get his gun back and stands up on his feet after his jeans are zipped. And out of anger, he aims the gun at Zhou Mi's head.
Click.
Zhou Mi turns his face around, with a tissue to his face and a smirk that's on it. He reaches inside one of his jean pockets and takes out every bullet that Kyuhyun had filled his gun with. Kyuhyun, with an unloaded gun in his hand, stares back at him in awe.
“I would never give you a loaded gun,” Zhou Mi smiles and before Kyuhyun can chuck the gun at his face, hoping to cause some physical damage, he grabs the unsuspecting boy's face and pulls it in.
“Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun whimpers in his mouth and Zhou Mi hushes him by closing their lips around each other. Kyuhyun stops holding the gun in both of his hands and it eventually drops to the ground so it's easier for his fingers to hold onto Zhou Mi's shoulders. His back hits the counter and arches from the pressure of Zhou Mi biting and kissing and tasting his lips. And after he's got the taste of Kyuhyun and himself in his mouth, he pulls away.
“Learned your lesson yet?”
Kyuhyun nods, too tired from the kissing and oral sex to form normal sentences. Zhou Mi wraps one arm around his waist and one hand around the back of his head. Kyuhyun's head falls on top of his shoulder, waiting for Zhou Mi's last message. He makes sure that when he gets out of Zhou Mi's hold, he's never going back into it ever again. Good thing there's no security cameras to catch all these events. This will all be a secret between him and Zhou Mi. Hopefully.
“Okay,” is Kyuhyun's answer and Zhou Mi rocks his limp body in his arms.
“Well, here's the money for the sex. Again, you make a better whore than you do a thief,” Zhou Mi takes one hand off of Kyuhyun so he can swipe the forgotten money off the counter. He stuffs it down the back pocket of Kyuhyun's jeans and just to indulge himself, he gives his ass a nice pat.
“I think you're cute.”
“I think you're a dick,” Kyuhyun picks his head up so he can attempt a glare. But he's too tired to put any effort into it, and none of his anger has been restored. He just removes himself from Zhou Mi's body and pushes him off so he can move out the way.
Kyuhyun leaves the tainted gun on the ground, taking the box of tissues instead. He can still taste Zhou Mi in his mouth and he's going to use the tissues to get rid of it. He'll do it in the car. And he exits the store, with a stash of money that was earned, not stolen. He also takes his name with him, a piece of information that Zhou Mi will never know because he'll use it to make Kyuhyun vulnerable in the future.
Maybe he'll come back to correct all the mistakes, like keeping his gun on him at all times. Or maybe he'll come back to get revenge on Zhou Mi. But he's not so sure if he can do that the next time.
“I'm never coming back to this city,” Kyuhyun mutters under his breath, knowing that he might be lying to himself. He climbs back into the car and starts the engine. Then as soon as possible, he drives away from the curb. He watches the store get smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror until it's nothing but a blot in the landscape, leaving Zhou Mi and the disaster of all disastrous robberies behind him.
He shoots a guilty look at the money that he threw on the seat next to him. It's hard for him not to throw it all out the window because when he sees the money, he can see Zhou Mi's smirk etched in it.
Jongwoon doesn't need to know a thing about what really happened. Kyuhyun will make sure of that.
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pictures that might have helped with this fic: (Zhou Mi looking like a sex god) (He looks so cute with a mask)
fandom: super junior. zhou mi & kyuhyun. (tell me if you find ninja!hanchul and ninja!zhang liyin.)
warnings: first attempt at the writer writing porn that's nc-17(in which there is sexual humiliation, blowjob, and gun fucking in the mouth). lots of ooc-ness. little, itty bits of humor and mucho irony. convenience storeAU. 5899 words.
summary: in which kyuhyun is not made to be a thief and zhou mi is a store clerk who has his kinks and uses them to take advantage of kyuhyun.
(a/n: inspired by a part in the whimsical movie called 11:14 and listening to usher's "bad girl" on repeat.)
situational irony - def. an outcome that turns out to be very different from what was expected, the difference between what is expected to happen and what actually does.)
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It's minutes before the incident occurs and Kyuhyun doesn't even have the slightest clue that there's going to be one. He just sits in Jongwoon's car, completely unaware of the flaws in the plan that he's laid out for himself. With a text message from his boss that reads, you have the money yet? and the Browning Hi-Power pistol that rests in the car seat next to him, he knows that he's ready for this. His first-ever robbery.
He's overconfident before the whole thing even starts. He's been camping out in this metropolis for awhile, scoping out the city for a fresh place that's suitable for his job instructions.
Find a store that doesn't have a big name, he remembers Jongwoon telling him and Kyuhyun is still proud of the day when Jongwoon puts enough trust in him to send him out to his first robbery. He could tell that his boss knew that he was itching to get into the action, instead of idly watching by, and probably sent him him out because he knew Kyuhyun could carry out the job like a professional thief.
And just to make everything more perfect, he even did his research on the store that the car was parked a ways from.
The store's small for its size, a fitting size for a family business. For a week, after his eyes first laid on it, he had been walking in and out of the store to make sure if it was an okay place to rob from. From his mental notes, it was. It made a profit that was enough to dip his fingers into but that wasn't even the best part. There weren't any security cameras installed, and that's when it seemed too perfect to be true. But he kept on checking for hidden cameras, and every time he searched, he couldn't find any.
Too easy, he thinks. Once he gets away with the money, he's going to leave the city. The owners can file a police report as soon as possible, but they still wouldn't find him because he's going to be gone by then. He knows the police are going to look for him after it happens. But after they do a thorough search of the city, they're going to have to give up because they'll come to the conclusion that he's not there anymore. No police officer is going to want to go out of their perimeters to look for him, especially when there needs to be money and evidence involved. And after he ransacks this family, they're not going to have either.
He swings the car door open and barricades himself out of it. Before he closes the door, he removes the gun from the seat and latches it to the holster he's wearing. He loves how smooth the gun feels in his hands. He bets that it'll feel better after he uses it to shoot a couple rounds into someone's head. But that's only if he needs to.
On his walk over to the store, he thinks of the workers. From what he knows, there's only two. One's the boss. Kyuhyun knows he's almost never there, because he only sees him take the morning shift. Even then, he seems to be absent from his duties. There's always a man that hangs around there, some small time actor that Kyuhyun sometimes sees in commercials, that always distracts the boss when he's on the job. But every single time he's at the store, Kyuhyun is careful around him. Just from eavesdropping on a few conversations, he knows that the boss is exceptional in martial arts and can take down anyone that he wants to.
Then there's the second worker. It makes his job even more perfect because the second worker is a girl. He doesn't mean to be sexist about it, but she doesn't look like she can stand a chance against him. Not with her small frame, her plump lips, and her eyes that would widen as soon as the gun gets close to her.
So when he stumbles into the store, he's sure that it's her that's going to be working behind the store's counter. He doesn't expect to see a man that replaces her instead.
What the hell is going on? is the first thought that materializes itself. He looks around, searching for where the woman is. He takes quiet footsteps as he weaves in and out of the aisles, taking second looks at the man to see if his eyes are tricking him. His eyes prove that it really is a man, but they pay no attention to Kyuhyun because they're too busy reading the magazine that's in their hands.
Kyuhyun wonders how he's going to do this. He has no information on this person whatsoever. To conceal how nervous he's getting, he secures the facemask that he tied on before he left the car. He's using it to pretend to be sick, even though it's mainly being used to hide away his identity. But he's starting to feel like he's becoming sick of how his plan is going in different directions.
No worries, Kyuhyun peers over the store aisle to get one last look at the male worker. I can take him.
He grabs the nearest item he sees, a bag of chips, and steers himself in the direction that the cashier is in. The male worker picks his eyes off his magazine and closes it so he can go back to working. Just like the good worker he is, he takes the item that Kyuhyun hands him and pays no attention to the lump in the customer's side, the pocket that his gun is in. Then he stands up from the stool and that's when Kyuhyun starts to have his doubts about him. He's tall and towers over Kyuhyun by a couple of inches.
He doesn't know how it happens, but he lets out a sneeze from how surprised he is. He didn't know that immune systems reacted to bursts of emotion. Or maybe it's just him.
The worker looks at him, straight in the eyes, and freezes his hand before swiping the item's bar code.
“Are you okay?” he asks out of politeness.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” I'm in a better condition than what you're going to be if you don't cooperate.
Kyuhyun coughs, just to make it seem like he's sick and needs the mask. As he tries to make his eyes look watery, he sneaks a glance at the worker's name tag. Zhou Mi. Certainly seems like a name that wouldn't jeopardize his plan.
This person with the name Zhou Mi finishes swiping the item through and then there's a beep. He grabs a plastic bag to stuff the item in.
“A dollar,” Zhou Mi says in a voice that sounds like it belongs to a worker that's bored at his night shift. Kyuhyun would be bored too, if he had to work in this place.
Kyuhyun pretends to fetch his wallet, but reaches for his gun instead. Too much talking, not enough action.
“Cool mask,” Zhou Mi adds and Kyuhyun smirks underneath it.
“Thanks,” Kyuhyun's hands pull the gun up to Zhou Mi's face. “Now put your hands up.”
They stay like that for awhile. Kyuhyun waits for Zhou Mi to panic, but clearly there aren't any signs of it happening because he keeps on looking at the gun like it's a toy or something. It makes Kyuhyun feel amateur and he's wondering if he's holding the weapon wrong.
“Are you trying to scare me?” Zhou Mi asks, after a long pause.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun replies in a voice that sounds calm but deep down inside, he's nervous. He's played scenes of him robbing a store in his head before but now that they're becoming real, the experience is actually nerve-wracking.
Zhou Mi continues to be unaffected by Kyuhyun's gestures and reaches for his magazine again. He flips back to the article that he was reading.
“It's not working on me, so you can run along now. A dollar, please.”
Just from hearing him say that, Kyuhyun's anger snaps. and his fingers tighten around the trigger. There's nothing that irritates him more than a person who treats him like a child. He jabs the firearm into Zhou Mi's face once more.
“Is there something that's fucking wrong with you? I have a gun and you-you have a magazine! Where's your protection?” Kyuhyun bursts out in a voice that's not to the point of screaming, but it's still loud and over the top.
After carefully listening to his interjections, Zhou Mi plasters a smile onto his face. He lays the magazine flat on the surface and pushes it forward for Kyuhyun to see.
“My protection's right here,” Zhou Mi points to the article that he's been reading. He holds a hand up and waves for Kyuhyun to take a closer look. And he follows his orders, because he's too jittery to even think about what might happen. Like the deafening smack to his head that surprises the hell out of him and makes him lose his grip on the gun. The rest of Kyuhyun's body falls to the floor with a thud but something like that can't keep keep him down for long.
He sits back up, his hands scrambling around for the gun that's temporarily out of his reach. Where is it?
He stops trying to look for it when he hears a click. Kyuhyun looks up to find the gun in someone's hands. Not his hands. Zhou Mi's hands.
“I told you, my protection's right here,” he can hear Zhou Mi say and he looks past the gun to see the smile that's still on his lips. He stands up, slowly and carefully, and holds his hands up above his head. Zhou Mi watches and his smile gets bigger than it already is.
It's only been the first few minutes into Kyuhyun's robbery and he's already losing to a man that has succeeded in taking his gun away. He bites his bottom lip and tries to think of what part of his plan messed up first and how. But the only flaw in his plan is standing in front of him, pointing a gun at his head.
Zhou Mi taps one finger onto the store's counter while still aiming the gun at Kyuhyun's head. As for Kyuhyun, he stands to the spot he's stuck in and doesn't budge from it, because he doesn't know what type of thoughts are going through Zhou Mi's head. If only it was the girl that was working tonight, not this psychopath who's got Kyuhyun under his control.
“And what,” Zhou brings his finger up and rests it against the side of the gun, tapping it as he speaks. “-were you thinking when you decided to come into my boss's store with a gun in your pocket?”
He wants to wipe off that confident smirk that resembles what used to be his own. Kyuhyun scowls and drags his teeth along the bottom of his lip. He'll do anything but answer to these taunts that are being thrown at him.
“You know, cute little boys like you shouldn't be going around with guns in their pockets,” Zhou Mi's finger continues to swirl around on the handle of the gun. If it goes off by accident, Kyuhyun would be shot to death. And right now, it's not looking too bad if happens. Wait, did he just call him a 'cute, little boy'?
“Especially if they don't know what they're going to do with them. Did you really think that you could come in here and pull off a successful robbery?” Zhou Mi keeps on questioning him and it's making Kyuhyun sick to his stomach. He's already dying of the shame he's going through.
“Yes, I thought I was going to successfully rob you of your money and get away with it,” Kyuhyun brings himself to speak in a conversation that Zhou Mi's been carrying all by himself. He stops himself from asking Zhou Mi if he'll forget about it and let him leave. But with the intense gazes and the gun that's still in his hands, it'll just make him look stupid for asking.
He watches Zhou Mi lick his lips, who's taking pleasure of the new situation.
“How about I give you money in return for something? Does that sound good to you?”
After hearing Zhou Mi's suggestion, he can't believe it. Money is the only word that he hears. If he comes back to Jongwoon with money, nobody has to know that he bombed his first robbery. Now after he gets excited, he wonders what he has to do.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun agrees. “What do I have to do?”
He swears that he sees a faint evil that crosses over on Zhou Mi's lips.
“Why don't you come around the counter and find out?” Zhou Mi's fingers reassemble to fit the gun better in his hand and Kyuhyun notices the gold ring on his finger roll against the handle. It almost distracts him from how absurd his request is.
“What are you waiting for?” Click. “Walk around and stand behind the counter. Now.”
Kyuhyun swallows the lump of air that's welled up in his throat and begins to take slow steps away from where he's standing. He walks carefully around the counter, locking eyes with Zhou Mi who's still giving him a shrewd smile that Kyuhyun can see behind the gun that's following his every move.
When his whole body is positioned behind the counter, that's when Zhou Mi stands up from his seat and leaves it so he can stand behind Kyuhyun. He stabs the gun into Kyuhyun's back. Kyuhyun doesn't let him have this pleasure and tries his best not to jump from his spot.
“You want to know how to rob a store? The right way?” Zhou Mi's voice is teasing at his earlobe and it makes Kyuhyun want to pull his mask down so he doesn't suffocate from the heat that gathers around him when Zhou Mi gets too close.
“Why don't you open up the machine right there?” Zhou Mi indicates one free hand towards the register. “Take anything you want.”
“What if I don't want to? Hmm? What if I changed my mind? What if I don't want to steal from your crappy little store anymore?” Kyuhyun starts spitting out unabashed sentences, due to how angry and trapped he feels at the moment. The gun pokes his back a few more times, pushing him towards the register.
“I don't care about you want to do. Just open it up, you little bitch.”
Kyuhyun purses his lips, trying to contain how angry he and his thoughts are. He hisses an “I'm nobody's bitch” under his breath, but follows Zhou Mi's orders as if it's Jongwoon who's telling him, not this supercilious asshole. Just because this bastard has a gun doesn't mean he gets to boss him around. Even though, yes, it kind of does. And he deserves it, because he was the one who brought the gun in the first place.
He applies his fingers to the box, opening it up so it'll satisfy Zhou Mi's unknown needs. He's not exactly sure why he's doing all this for a stranger, but he's desperate to get out and try his chances with another store. Or maybe a bank. A bank must not be as complicated as this is right now.
Okay, you sick fuck. “What do you want me to do? I'm right here and I don't know how to rob a store. So teach me,” Kyuhyun says in a mocking tone. Even though he shouldn't be mocking anybody right now besides himself.
“I want you to take out every single dollar bill that's inside that register and count it. You should count out loud so I can hear you,” Kyuhyun can feel Zhou Mi's smirk pounding into his back. He should have shot him as soon as he walked into the store. If he shot him earlier, he wouldn't be forced to count out bills. Which probably isn't as bad as he's making it out to be.
Kyuhyun's hands move inside the register's box and just like what Zhou Mi told him to do, he takes out every dollar bill that's stuck inside it and holds it between his palms. He turns half of his face so he can see what Zhou Mi wants him to do now.
“Well, what? Tell me what to do next,” Kyuhyun demands, thumbing the healthy stack of notes in his hands.
“Count. Just count, simple as that. And,” Kyuhyun feels a finger attach itself to the mask that he's using to cover himself. “Your voice is a bit muffled. Why don't you take off this so I can hear you loud and clear?”
“Stop it, I'll do it myself,” Kyuhyun scowls, thinking that Zhou Mi's making a weird attempt at being funny. He rips his face away from Zhou Mi's fingers and takes off the mask himself, not wanting or needing his help. He throws it on the floor and there it lays, abandoned by his heel. He's surprised by how naked he feels when he's not wearing his mask. Or maybe Zhou Mi's the one who's making him feel like that-exposed.
“Cute face.” Fucking fairy.
Zhou Mi snickers when Kyuhyun tries to move away from him, but glues him back in place by shoving the gun into the middle of his back. Kyuhyun's voice almost rasps by the sudden contact. Guns have never felt so fucking cold before and not as...exhilarant.
He shakes his head, waving away that last thought. Then his fingers fumble and slip with the stack of bills before he begins to count them, one by one.
“One, two-”
“Start with the big ones first,” Zhou Mi interrupts. A grumble falls from the side of Kyuhyun's mouth and he starts over.
“Twenty, forty, sixty...” Kyuhyun counts out three of the twenty dollar bills by the time he feels a hand on his ass. He stops counting and almost drops the money when he turns around to yell at Zhou Mi.
“What are you doing? This-you're-you're not allowed to do that!” Kyuhyun stutters, trying to protect his assets with his hands. But his back gets pushed against the counter and he watches Zhou Mi prop the gun into his chest.
“Last time I checked, you weren't in a place to tell me what I was or wasn't allowed to do,” Zhou Mi growls, sounding low and dangerous. He rubs the muzzle into Kyuhyun's chest, temporarily distracting him as he slips an arm around Kyuhyun's waist, plucking off the fingers that he's using to shield himself. And every time he forces a digit to come off, Kyuhyun can't help but see Zhou Mi in a new light. A darker, sexier light that he can't get himself out of.
“Why don't you forget about what just happened and turn yourself around again?” Zhou Mi adds suggestively and Kyuhyun remembers that he's the enemy. He watches the gun being lifted off his chest, and Zhou Mi swivels it around so Kyuhyun can do the same exact thing.
He stares at the gun one more time and forces himself to stand in the same position he was in before. With a lump of disgust that hangs in his chest, Kyuhyun starts counting out the dollar bills again.
“Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty...”
Kyuhyun stops counting and takes a second to try and collect himself, because Zhou Mi's hand is on his ass again. He can feel the friction that comes between the unfamiliar hand and the jeans that he's wearing and it's making him mad. If only he had his gun. He would use it to shoot Zhou Mi's hand for sliding up and down each cheek, massaging every area that it lands on. He would shoot him if he wasn't secretly enjoying it.
“Hundred, hundred and ten, hundred and twenty...”
“You have a nice ass,” Zhou Mi mentions, his voice closing up on Kyuhyun's ear. “Anybody ever tell you that?”
“I don't know, I never let a person, much less a man, touch my ass before to check and see,” Kyuhyun mumbles, almost losing count of the money. The money transitions to fading splotches of green in his hand.
“You want to know what kind of ass it is, then?”
Zhou Mi assumes that Kyuhyun wants to know the answer and says it anyway.
“It's the kind of ass that needs to be fucked until your legs are shaking and you can't move anymore.”
He laughs when he senses how uncomfortable he's making Kyuhyun feel, just by how silent he gets after Zhou Mi tells him that. Then he puts an abrupt stop to the laughter and shoves his victim over the counter, making his upper half slightly lean over the surface.
“Go on. Go back to counting for me,” Zhou Mi urges, toting a hand on Kyuhyun's lower back and the gun on his shoulder. “I want to hear your voice. The way you sound, you should really know that it makes me want to-”
Kyuhyun doesn't want to hear the last of it and tells Zhou Mi to shut up. His protests earn him a hard smack on the ass and his eyes almost tear up from how much it stings. And all he did was backtalk.
He's never expected himself to meet a person who's treated him as sadistically as Zhou Mi does. Especially not when it's somebody who works in a convenience store. And it's their first meeting.
Fuck you, Kyuhyun calms himself down by dreaming of a scene where he's emptying his gun inside Zhou Mi's head. But he can't focus on it because all he can think about is numbers, the time and the money, and how slow Zhou Mi's strokes are when they're rubbing the spot where he hit him. He also can't focus because Zhou Mi has switched the gun to his other hand, and he can feel his ring sliding down his ass, in erratic ways that almost make him fall off the earth.
“A hundred and thirty, a hundred and forty...”
Zhou Mi's hands track every inch of his ass, searching for any weak spots that might appear. Kyuhyun waits for him to stop, but there's already the growing erection in his jeans and he doesn't know which one he should try to stop first.
“A hundred and fifty, a hundred and sixty, a hundred and sixty five...”
Zhou Mi's hand move away from his ass and before Kyuhyun can breathe in of how relieved he feels, the hand snakes under his shirt and now Zhou Mi's hands are mingling with his skin. He doesn't know how worse it's going to get as Zhou Mi rubs the area above his erection, teasing him as he goes.
“A hundred-a hundred and seventy,” Kyuhyun catches his mouth from slipping and messing up the count. But there's no need to worry about it, because Zhou Mi crushes him in his arms, holding him up with one arm and making him stay quiet by shoving the gun pass Kyuhyun's lips. It passes through, and Kyuhyun sucks on the weapon, licking every bit of the metal that snags his tongue.
When the gun slips from his mouth, the first thing he says to Zhou Mi is-
“You're such a fucker, I'll make sure that you're dead after this, I'll-” Kyuhyun can't say anything else after that because Zhou Mi's erection suddenly rubs against his ass and it's giving him some type of uncontrollable thrill, the worst type of thrill. He loses his words and self control to the adulterated feeling that pops up in his chest. “I'll fuck-oh, ohhh...”
“What were you saying?” Zhou Mi asks and Kyuhyun can tell that this bastard is getting the time of his life from this, and he can smell his excitement that comes from seeing Kyuhyun squirm around. He pushes his groin deeper into areas near Kyuhyun's entrance and it's making Kyuhyun desperately push back without thought. His hair is already matted to his forehead in a sweaty mess and he almost passes out when the friction stops.
“Wait, no, you can't-” Kyuhyun gasps when he's flipped around and Zhou Mi forces him to sink to the floor, with his knees and his palms grounding into it. There's fingers that yank at his hair and a gun that digs into his skull.
“I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to make you rethink about doing what you did with this gun a few minutes ago,” Zhou Mi holds the gun to Kyuhyun's head, using his free hand to undo the zipper of his jeans. It successfully tugs it all the way down. He strokes himself before pulling his cock out and shoves himself into Kyuhyun's face.
“I'm going to make you moan and beg, with your lips around my cock.”
“Fuck this, I'm not your whore-” Kyuhyun tries to move his head out of the way, even though there's a part of him that wants to suck on Zhou Mi, to try and get a taste of what's in front of him. He doesn't know whether to be glad or not when Zhou Mi pulls on his hair again, forcing Kyuhyun's lips to connect to the tip of his length. He looks up at him with an unsure expression on his face, because just like he's never robbed a store before, he's never given a guy head.
“I think you'd make a better whore than you do a thief. No offense,” Zhou Mi adds. His fingers twist and tangle with Kyuhyun's hair and it's putting him through a euphoria and more of those hazy thoughts.
The gun nudges him in the head.
“Come on, have a little taste,” Zhou Mi suggests to him. Kyuhyun can hear the bullets rotating. “Or else I'll have to shoot.”
Kyuhyun stifles a whimper when he pulls the whole length inside his mouth, not enjoying how it fits at first. He takes a few seconds to pray for a miracle but by hearing Zhou Mi's low chuckle, he knows that one isn't coming anytime soon.
“Are you retarded at everything you do?” Zhou Mi's voice gets gruff and mean and he pulls himself out of Kyuhyun's inactive mouth. They give each other piercing glares before moving on to conversation.
“No, I'm just persistent and my own person and I'm not gay,” Kyuhyun says and he's definitely not surprised when Zhou Mi laughs. He keeps on laughing and laughing, and Kyuhyun knows that he's laughing at him, the person that's bent down on his knees before him.
“You don't even know what you're saying anymore. Yes, you seem persistent but you're not your own person. As long as I have this gun, you're mine. And if you were straight,” Zhou Mi tilts his head and his eyes run down the the front side of Kyuhyun's body. They stop at his crotch. “-your friend wouldn't be here with you right now.”
“Fuck you,” Kyuhyun snarls, deciding that he hates Zhou Mi. He hates him for taking his gun away and using it for his own leisurely pleasure. He hates how wide his smile spreads when he sees Kyuhyun writhing in front of him. But the thing he hates most about him is that Zhou Mi is right and correct about everything, even about what Kyuhyun wants. His knees are throbbing as much as his erection is, desperate and wanting to be touched.
“Oh, you don't know how much I would love to do that. To make you stand up and turn around. To slam you against that counter and pull your jeans down. To spread apart your legs and fuck you with nothing but this gun in my hand. Believe me, I'm really tempted to do it,” Zhou Mi's smile gets bigger as Kyuhyun's eyes grow wider.
“Or you can wrap those parted lips around my dick,” Zhou Mi says. “Your choice. I'm fine with either way.”
“I'll bite your dick off.”
“I'll shoot you in the head.”
Zhou Mi wins again and Kyuhyun has no choice but to swallow up his cock until it's resting deeper and further inside his mouth.
It's like the gun. Think of it as the gun or he'll shoot you, Kyuhyun's conscience tells him and his tongue takes a taste of the tip. Pre-come spills onto his tongue and he has no choice but to run his whole tongue along the length, to as far as it can reach. He doesn't know if he's imagining the sounds that are coming out from Zhou Mi's mouth or how hard the gun is pressing into his skull. Kyuhyun keeps on sucking tentatively and using his tongue to taste every angle. It's better to do this than being fucked by a gun. It's better to enjoy it instead of containing himself and his own cock, which still hasn't been touched.
He can feel his insides getting warm and slippery and he wants to touch himself as he continues to suck. To make it up, he fondles through the denim of his jeans, trying to relieve himself. It's not enough and his hand has to slip past his waistband and he touches the hardened skin. He wraps his fingers around his cock and begins to pump himself in sync to the licking and sucking.
“Don't forget about me,” Zhou Mi says when he thinks that Kyuhyun's tongue is getting too lazy and to strengthen the warning, he dips the gun into his neck. Kyuhyun remembers what he's supposed to do and his lips run up the cock another time. Zhou Mi smiles to himself while watching Kyuhyun's head bob up and down on his length with his hand between his legs. He almost feels sorry for feeding Kyuhyun a mouthful of cock, but it makes him look so good, to see him warm up to the abuse and the treatment.
"Tastes better than the gun, don't you agree?"
If only Kyuhyun was in a position where he could nod.
“You're such a better whore than a robber,” Zhou Mi observes, twisting his fingers around the back of Kyuhyun's head. He pulls him closer with a quick tug of the hair, making Kyuhyun almost choke when Zhou Mi's length stabs the back of his throat. But it feels so good, to have his mouth surrounding the other man's cock. Even though Zhou Mi is evil and manipulative, right down to the core, he's so fucking hot and it's Kyuhyun who's bent down on his knees for him. There's no one else. It's only him.
He lets his tongue loll around in a lazy manner until Zhou Mi's had enough and thrusts his cock one more time into Kyuhyun's mouth. Kyuhyun returns from his hazy thoughts, choking on the mouthful of cum that seeps out the corners of his mouth, dripping down the spot on his neck where the gun touches. He wants the gun to go off and shoot him, right there and now, because he's nearly dying from the bitter taste of Zhou Mi mixing with his own mess, which gathers in a puddle between his thighs.
Zhou Mi steps back, spouting out obscene words that are hinted with pleasure, and returns to the counter. He stands next to Kyuhyun, whose mouth is still gagging and whose hand is still touching himself. He grabs an unopened tissue box and bites the wrapper off by the ends of his teeth. And he unexpectedly drops the gun into Kyuhyun's lap.
“Here, you can have it back,” Zhou Mi says and as soon as the wrapper rips apart, he takes a bunch of tissues and cleans himself off. And just by watching him, Kyuhyun has the feeling that he wants to kill him for embarrassing him.
Kyuhyun scrambles to get his gun back and stands up on his feet after his jeans are zipped. And out of anger, he aims the gun at Zhou Mi's head.
Click.
Zhou Mi turns his face around, with a tissue to his face and a smirk that's on it. He reaches inside one of his jean pockets and takes out every bullet that Kyuhyun had filled his gun with. Kyuhyun, with an unloaded gun in his hand, stares back at him in awe.
“I would never give you a loaded gun,” Zhou Mi smiles and before Kyuhyun can chuck the gun at his face, hoping to cause some physical damage, he grabs the unsuspecting boy's face and pulls it in.
“Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun whimpers in his mouth and Zhou Mi hushes him by closing their lips around each other. Kyuhyun stops holding the gun in both of his hands and it eventually drops to the ground so it's easier for his fingers to hold onto Zhou Mi's shoulders. His back hits the counter and arches from the pressure of Zhou Mi biting and kissing and tasting his lips. And after he's got the taste of Kyuhyun and himself in his mouth, he pulls away.
“Learned your lesson yet?”
Kyuhyun nods, too tired from the kissing and oral sex to form normal sentences. Zhou Mi wraps one arm around his waist and one hand around the back of his head. Kyuhyun's head falls on top of his shoulder, waiting for Zhou Mi's last message. He makes sure that when he gets out of Zhou Mi's hold, he's never going back into it ever again. Good thing there's no security cameras to catch all these events. This will all be a secret between him and Zhou Mi. Hopefully.
“Okay,” is Kyuhyun's answer and Zhou Mi rocks his limp body in his arms.
“Well, here's the money for the sex. Again, you make a better whore than you do a thief,” Zhou Mi takes one hand off of Kyuhyun so he can swipe the forgotten money off the counter. He stuffs it down the back pocket of Kyuhyun's jeans and just to indulge himself, he gives his ass a nice pat.
“I think you're cute.”
“I think you're a dick,” Kyuhyun picks his head up so he can attempt a glare. But he's too tired to put any effort into it, and none of his anger has been restored. He just removes himself from Zhou Mi's body and pushes him off so he can move out the way.
Kyuhyun leaves the tainted gun on the ground, taking the box of tissues instead. He can still taste Zhou Mi in his mouth and he's going to use the tissues to get rid of it. He'll do it in the car. And he exits the store, with a stash of money that was earned, not stolen. He also takes his name with him, a piece of information that Zhou Mi will never know because he'll use it to make Kyuhyun vulnerable in the future.
Maybe he'll come back to correct all the mistakes, like keeping his gun on him at all times. Or maybe he'll come back to get revenge on Zhou Mi. But he's not so sure if he can do that the next time.
“I'm never coming back to this city,” Kyuhyun mutters under his breath, knowing that he might be lying to himself. He climbs back into the car and starts the engine. Then as soon as possible, he drives away from the curb. He watches the store get smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror until it's nothing but a blot in the landscape, leaving Zhou Mi and the disaster of all disastrous robberies behind him.
He shoots a guilty look at the money that he threw on the seat next to him. It's hard for him not to throw it all out the window because when he sees the money, he can see Zhou Mi's smirk etched in it.
Jongwoon doesn't need to know a thing about what really happened. Kyuhyun will make sure of that.
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pictures that might have helped with this fic: (Zhou Mi looking like a sex god) (He looks so cute with a mask)
