ficlet; projectile vomit
exo, suho-centric, 744 words, nc-17
inspired by an anon prompt at seoulfulness; suho wants to feel like he belongs in his own group and he takes matters in his own hands to gain the acceptance he deserves aka suho gives sexual favors to gain the other members' approval.
warnings: bullying, dub-con
Baekhyun coughs. Kyungsoo picks at his nails. Sehun looks the other way Chanyeol scratches at his leg and Jongin flips his cellphone up and Baekhyun coughs. Clears his throat a bit. Like something is stuck in it.
“Hey.” Suho says again. The sound of silenced laughter presses against his ears, hard. “What are you guys talking about?”
-
Jongin is disgusted. So utterly fucking disgusted.
And Suho feels some sick kind of relief because at least he doesn’t fake it. Jongin never fakes it.
“Fine.” He says, looking straight into Jongin’s eyes and letting the disgust bore into him. He looks straight into Jongin’s eyes and refuses to look away first, refuses to remove himself, refuses to lower his head. He will fill Jongin with disgust. He will stand here in all his repulsive glory and spread grossness all over the room and he will marinate Jongin in his own nauseating aura and he will make Jongin fucking puke, make him projectile vomit the dinner chicken right into Suho’s face from just how disgusting he is, standing there, being there.
“It was just a suggestion.” He shrugs. The disgust glows in Jongin’s eyes. Suho walks away with his back straight.
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Where are you going?” Suho says.
-
Kyungsoo is scared.
“Why are you saying that.” He says quietly, eyes shifting wildly around the room, over walls and furniture and Suho’s chest but never over Suho’s eyes. He struggles to swallow down something thick in his throat. “Why would you say that.”
And Suho is so fucking angry because Kyungsoo is such a fucking wuss, such a fucking coward. But at least he can pity him for that. Kyungsoo’s eyes are wet. Suho watches him, listless.
“Okay.” He says, already turning away. “It was just a suggestion.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Will you help me with this?” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says. “Hey.”
-
Sehun is disgusted because he knows Jongin would be.
And Suho is disgusted because Sehun is a fucking shitty little conceited asshole brat who never thinks for himself and is so entirely fucking certain of his own superiority. Suho thinks of all the heads Sehun has stuck down toilets. Suho thinks of all the ribs Sehun has kicked cracks in. Suho thinks of all the spirits Sehun has broken, and then hungrily sought Jongin’s gaze. Suho thinks of himself with Sehun’s cock in his mouth and isn’t sure who he hates more - Sehun or himself.
“Okay.” He says, looking straight into Sehun’s eyes and wants nothing but to punch him, wants to crush his nose and break his teeth and grind his face against tarmac. He shrugs. “It was just a suggestion.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“What about me?” Suho says.
-
Baekhyun laughs it off. As with everything else. Suho is so fucking, fucking tired of it.
“I’m serious.” He says.
Baekhyun’s lips are pulled back, a hoarse string of chuckles working in the back of his throat.
“I’m serious.” Suho says again, stepping closer. Too close for comfort, too close for anyone. “I’d do it.” He says. “I’d get on my knees, right here, right now.”
The chuckles die out in Baekhyun’s throat. The smile widens stiff and unpleasant on his face.
“I’d pull your pants down and take you in my mouth and suck you until you come over my fucking face.” Suho says. He feels his lips tensing. “You don’t think I’d do it?”
Baekhyun’s eyes are wide and unseeing, neck craned back to get some space, just a little bit, just so he doesn’t have to feel Suho’s breath on his skin, just so he doesn’t have to have suho rubbed off on him. His stretched lips twitch.
“You don’t think I’d do it?”
Suho is so fucking, fucking tired of it. “You’re fucking pathetic.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“FUCKING. TALK. TO ME.”
-
Chanyeol is sadistic. Suho refuses to let him be the one who hates it more.
It takes forever to make him come. Chanyeol seizes the opportunity to note that even Suho’s blowjob skills are fucking horrible. Suho wonders what would happen if he did it.
If he did bite.
(He wonders if Chanyeol wonders too.)
He rises when Chanyeol buttons his pants. Cranes his neck back the tad it takes to stare right into Chanyeol’s eyes, take in his wide fucking smirk.
And spits the load in his face.
A/N: been harboring suho-feels lately. they come in the shape of pity. the prompt tickled that way too much.
someone shower me with sparkly, precious ot6 luv so i can get this meta out of my head
inspired by an anon prompt at seoulfulness; suho wants to feel like he belongs in his own group and he takes matters in his own hands to gain the acceptance he deserves aka suho gives sexual favors to gain the other members' approval.
warnings: bullying, dub-con
Baekhyun coughs. Kyungsoo picks at his nails. Sehun looks the other way Chanyeol scratches at his leg and Jongin flips his cellphone up and Baekhyun coughs. Clears his throat a bit. Like something is stuck in it.
“Hey.” Suho says again. The sound of silenced laughter presses against his ears, hard. “What are you guys talking about?”
-
Jongin is disgusted. So utterly fucking disgusted.
And Suho feels some sick kind of relief because at least he doesn’t fake it. Jongin never fakes it.
“Fine.” He says, looking straight into Jongin’s eyes and letting the disgust bore into him. He looks straight into Jongin’s eyes and refuses to look away first, refuses to remove himself, refuses to lower his head. He will fill Jongin with disgust. He will stand here in all his repulsive glory and spread grossness all over the room and he will marinate Jongin in his own nauseating aura and he will make Jongin fucking puke, make him projectile vomit the dinner chicken right into Suho’s face from just how disgusting he is, standing there, being there.
“It was just a suggestion.” He shrugs. The disgust glows in Jongin’s eyes. Suho walks away with his back straight.
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Where are you going?” Suho says.
-
Kyungsoo is scared.
“Why are you saying that.” He says quietly, eyes shifting wildly around the room, over walls and furniture and Suho’s chest but never over Suho’s eyes. He struggles to swallow down something thick in his throat. “Why would you say that.”
And Suho is so fucking angry because Kyungsoo is such a fucking wuss, such a fucking coward. But at least he can pity him for that. Kyungsoo’s eyes are wet. Suho watches him, listless.
“Okay.” He says, already turning away. “It was just a suggestion.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Will you help me with this?” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says. “Hey.”
-
Sehun is disgusted because he knows Jongin would be.
And Suho is disgusted because Sehun is a fucking shitty little conceited asshole brat who never thinks for himself and is so entirely fucking certain of his own superiority. Suho thinks of all the heads Sehun has stuck down toilets. Suho thinks of all the ribs Sehun has kicked cracks in. Suho thinks of all the spirits Sehun has broken, and then hungrily sought Jongin’s gaze. Suho thinks of himself with Sehun’s cock in his mouth and isn’t sure who he hates more - Sehun or himself.
“Okay.” He says, looking straight into Sehun’s eyes and wants nothing but to punch him, wants to crush his nose and break his teeth and grind his face against tarmac. He shrugs. “It was just a suggestion.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“What about me?” Suho says.
-
Baekhyun laughs it off. As with everything else. Suho is so fucking, fucking tired of it.
“I’m serious.” He says.
Baekhyun’s lips are pulled back, a hoarse string of chuckles working in the back of his throat.
“I’m serious.” Suho says again, stepping closer. Too close for comfort, too close for anyone. “I’d do it.” He says. “I’d get on my knees, right here, right now.”
The chuckles die out in Baekhyun’s throat. The smile widens stiff and unpleasant on his face.
“I’d pull your pants down and take you in my mouth and suck you until you come over my fucking face.” Suho says. He feels his lips tensing. “You don’t think I’d do it?”
Baekhyun’s eyes are wide and unseeing, neck craned back to get some space, just a little bit, just so he doesn’t have to feel Suho’s breath on his skin, just so he doesn’t have to have suho rubbed off on him. His stretched lips twitch.
“You don’t think I’d do it?”
Suho is so fucking, fucking tired of it. “You’re fucking pathetic.”
-
“Hey.” Suho says.
“Hey.” Suho says.
“FUCKING. TALK. TO ME.”
-
Chanyeol is sadistic. Suho refuses to let him be the one who hates it more.
It takes forever to make him come. Chanyeol seizes the opportunity to note that even Suho’s blowjob skills are fucking horrible. Suho wonders what would happen if he did it.
If he did bite.
(He wonders if Chanyeol wonders too.)
He rises when Chanyeol buttons his pants. Cranes his neck back the tad it takes to stare right into Chanyeol’s eyes, take in his wide fucking smirk.
And spits the load in his face.
A/N: been harboring suho-feels lately. they come in the shape of pity. the prompt tickled that way too much.
someone shower me with sparkly, precious ot6 luv so i can get this meta out of my head