#aouad smut

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A Different World: Gwinam x Reader

Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Plussize!fem!Reader

Genre: Smut. So much Smut. Minors DNI please

Word Count: 12k

Rating: M....very much M, explicit

Summary: Before the outbreak, you never thought you had a chance with Yoon Gwinam, and he thought the same about you. But, once you've both come into a new state of being, a "hambie", suddenly sexual fantasies don't stay fantasies.

Tags: Fat Shaming, Bullying, Toxic Friendships, Dom/sub, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Spanking, Pulic Masturbation, Masturbation in bathroom, Mutual pining, blood and gore, blood kink, spit kink, rape fantasy, thigh worship, body worship, rough sex, rough oral sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), anal sex, rimming, anal fingering, face slapping, facials, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms (m. and f.), multiple positions, no breaks, they're both fucking pervs and so horny for each other, kind of a forbidden romance? well, until all their friends die anyways. ****

You fixed your shirt for the millionth time that morning. You hated how your stomach and chest lightly pushed on the clear buttons of your shirt; it made you look fatter tucked into your skirt. The skirt is a different breed of annoying. Your thick thighs used to chafe from rubbing together throughout the day. You usually pull on gym pants if it becomes too much, but deodorant sticks and your thigh high stockings make it easier to bear. Other girls can wear the pants without a word; you, the chubby one, can't. You hoped the shirt did not pop open from the stretch. The laundry schedule at home meant you'd have at least one day with the smaller school shirt. Fixing it again, you decided to button your blazer over it for now. When you get to class, you can unbutton it to breathe before doing it again.

"Stop doing that. You're going to make it worse," Hyejin said from beside you. "You should've gotten a larger size."

"The store didn't carry any more of it," you admitted quietly. "I need to go there later to see if they have them again."

Choi Hyejin, small and narrow, was one of the two people you're certain you hate. A petite, brown haired girl from an upper class family, she carried the haughty air and snotty opinions of the high society she came from. Had you two not grown up together, you're sure you'd be her favorite punching bag. But since your fathers worked together, and your mothers ran in the same social circles, she resorted to backhanded compliments like this.

"Or you can have it tailored like my brother did," said the girl on your left.

Slender and tall, Kim Soomin was part of the girl's volleyball team and well liked in the athletic scene. Her black hair tied back in a long plait, she wore her volleyball jacket over her uniform, which made her look broader but slimmer at the same time. Another girl from an affluent family, you and her became close on your first day of primary school. That is where your trio-friendship forged, and where it would remain until the end of time. Soomin didn't discourage you like Hyejin did, but you knew why she hung out with you. It's the same reason they both did:

They look hotter when compared to you. Because even with Hyejin's hooked nose and Soomin's height, at least they're not fat.

"I suppose, but my mom might say no," you told her, holding your books to your chest. "She'll just tell me to lose weight."

"Then why don't you? It'd be better for your health, if anything. It can’t be that hard.”

The false concern for your health stabbed another hole in you. Hyejin and Soomin might not be ideal friends, but it was certainly better than having none. With at least these two, you avoided the cruel, harsh bullying you often witnessed happen to others. If Choi Hyejin and Kim Soomin liked you, then you must be cool. However, the trade off is the occasional 'you're fat and that's why your life sucks' discussion. You knew they didn’t actually care if you lost any weight. The longer you remained fat, the better they’d continue to look in comparison. In your mind’s eye, you saw all the boys who flirted with Hyejin at school. They ignored you completely. Not that you cared. Only one boy in Hyoson High School caught your attention, and he’d never notice you. Not in a million years.

"You can always come to the school gym with me!” said Soomin. “I don't mind having a partner and the coach won't say anything about it."

"No thanks. I hate gyms. I always feel people are watching me."

"Nobody watches you, YN," Hyejin scoffed. "They don't care as much as you think they do."

You wanted to tell her that a fat girl in a gym often attracted some kind of torment, but the words caught in your throat. Looking up the path leading into school, you spotted him. Yoon Gwinam. A tall boy with black hair that reached his neck, he wore the school shirt open with a black sweater underneath, likely to fight off the chill. Long limbs made him look longer and broader. You often imagined him completely encapsulating you in a hug, your head on his shoulder and hearing his heart beating. Your heart fluttered seeing him standing in the distance with his friends. He stood, chuckling and smiling when one of them made a joke. You wished it was you making him smile like that. You’d do anything to see it up close. Gwinam is a tough guy; you’ve seen him beat up people with little effort. The sort of guy who’d protect you and care for you above everyone else; the guy whose heart would only melt for you. No guy you’d managed to date treated you the way you wanted.

“-We did it by that old railroad track outside the train stations,” Hyejin’s story broke into your thoughts as you walked. Your eyes kept focusing on Gwinam, leaning against a building near the school. Absent-mindedly, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, thinking it made you more attractive. “I love it when they groan. It’s super hot when a guy is vocal.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” Soomin laughed. “Especially since he’s dating Aro.”

“Aro should take better care of her man then, if you know what I mean.”

You tuned out Hyejin’s recount, and thought of saying something Gwinam as you walked by. ‘Hey Gwinam’. ‘Morning Gwinam’. ‘Gwinam, please rip off my panties, and fuck me hard.’ No, the last one is a bit too much. Besides, if Soomin and Hyejin saw you talking to him, they’d ask why you did. His reputation around school wasn’t very good; he hung around with bullies who picked on people weaker than them. Yet, it was this bad reputation that made you want him more. You didn’t want to “fix” him. You wanted him as he was, meanness and all. You couldn’t really explain it. Something about him attracted you, and they wouldn’t understand.

“Are you still talking to him?” asked Soomin, amused. “Or have you already thrown him away?”

“Nah, we’re still talking,” she said. Of course they were. You knew Hyejin would eventually forget about her newest conquest and move onto someone else. “He said he can’t get enough of me.”

“Oh my god, you’re so bad.”

The thought of Gwinam only wanting sex from you crossed your mind. It was why most guys approached you: they thought heavy girls are desperate and will sleep with them for crumbs of affection. Normally you reject these guys, since high school boys like to brag. Yet, if Gwinam ever showed interest, you’d crumble immediately. If you put out for any guy in school, it’d be him. Deep down, you sensed he enjoyed the kind of sex you did…At least, in your fantasies he did.

“You know, YN, he’s got a pretty cute friend,” she told you. “I mean, he’s not Namjoon hot, but he’s okay looking. He’s definitely your type. I could set you up-YN? Are you listening?”

“Huh? What?”

Hyejin looked between you and where Gwinam stood and let out a soft laugh. “Oh my god, no way,” she teased, “You’re actually checking out Yoon Gwinam?”

“What?! No,” you defended instantly. “I wasn’t looking at him at all.”

“He’s a jerk, YN,” said Soomin. “He’s a bully. How could you like a guy that bullies people?”

“He’s also a total idiot,” added Hyejin.

“I wasn’t looking at him,” you repeated firmly, heat rising in your cheeks. “He’s just…He’s in my eyeline, that’s all.”

“He’s not even a cute bully,” said Soomin. “You know, like the guys in the dramas. He’s ugly. He’s got a weird face shape.”

You wanted to hit her. Gwinam is by no means ugly. You liked his face, his body, his hair, and everything else. In your daydreams, he liked your body too. He’d spend ages telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, and how much you turn him on.

“Not to mention that ugly haircut,” Hyejin scoffed. “Besides, I wouldn’t bother. It’s not like he’d be into you.”

“Hyejin,” Soomin said carefully. “Don’t be so mean.”

“I’m not being mean. I’m being honest,” she retorted. “Guys like him are total assholes. He’d probably laugh at you and walk away if you confessed.”

“I won’t confess because there’s nothing to confess.”

It pained you to admit it, but Hyejin was right. Gwinam would never like a girl like you. You looked at him one more time as you came closer. He didn't even look your way. Why should he? There’s nothing special about you. Guys never looked at you; why should he be any different? You walked past his group, and your eyes met him for a split second. You quickly turned away before he noticed you. It made your cheeks burn more, simply having him acknowledge you for a second even if he thought nothing of you.

“Ugh, so gross,” Soomin huffed.

“The dude’s a walking red flag. You should like someone else,” Hyejin smiled slowly, “Like Lee Suhyeok. Isn’t he gorgeous?”

Yes, Suhyeok was the handsome, friendly guy any sane girl would like. Yet, you didn’t. You found it difficult when you compared him to Gwinam, who checked all your boxes. Your fondness for bad boys will eventually come back to bite you, you know. It was best for everyone if you kept it to yourself.

“Gosh, I’d kill to get a slice of him,” Hyejin sighed.

“But he’s not into you,” you said to her. A little dig into her made you feel good. “He likes someone else, I heard.”

“That’s because he hasn’t gotten with me yet,” she replied with a sly smile.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to get with you because you fuck any guy who gives you attention,” you heard yourself say to her. You instantly gasped and Soomin laughed out loud. “Oh, um, well, I mean maybe-”

“-Maybe ‘what’? At least guys actually look at me, unlike you. Namjoon told me he and his friends have a bet going, you know,” she spat back. “Yeah, to see who could bag The Pig. He told me to introduce you to his friend, since he said if he wins, he’d split the money with us. Want to know what I said? I said ‘no’ because I’m a good friend.”

“What?” Your throat dried up at that confession. It was always your worst fear: a guy showing interest as a dare from his friends. “So, you were going to set me up with someone who means to play a prank on me?”

“Oh, come on, like you’re that dumb. I told him you wouldn’t fall for it. He’d have to try really hard since you always get all weird when you like a guy.”

“But you still knew,” you stopped walking, and gripped your books tightly. “You were still going to go through with it just so some asshole keeps liking you.”

You wanted to hit her. You wanted to call her every name in the book, and smack her until you drew blood. She thought herself so above you and Soomin. You pictured yourself literally knocking her down a size. Your nails dug into the soft cover of your textbooks, so tight your knuckles burned. Images of you sitting in a restaurant, waiting on a guy who might never come, tightened your chest. You hated her.

“I was going to tell you,” she said, “Stop being so dramatic. It’s not like you’ll go through with it. You chicken out every time a guy comes onto you. I told you about it just now, didn’t I? See, I’m a good friend to you and you say mean things to me. I was only looking out for you.”

She turned on her heel and continued walking. Soomin stayed behind for a moment, seeing your eyes glare at Hyejin’s back. “YN?” she came to you cautiously, “YN, we gotta go to class.”

Why were you friends with her? Why were you friends with either of them? You knew why. Because it was better to be friends with them, taking the licks, than not having friends at all.

“YN-”

“-Fuck off,” you hissed at her before leaving her side.

You blinked back the tears building up in her eyes. Going into the school with teary eyes might attract more attention than you’d like. Crying in front of people showed weakness. You couldn’t let people know you’re weak because then you’d become a target too. Walking away from the school pathway, you ended up in the construction site beside the main building. You aren’t sure what the school planned to make the building, but that didn’t matter to you. The half finished, concrete building remained abandoned during the day time. Nobody will hear you crying. You walked until the sounds of the other students faded into nothingness.

You’re a joke to them. You’re the dumb, ugly fat friend who they can look at when they feel bad about themselves. Every rude word, every mean comment from everyone in your life came rushing back to you. Your mother scolded you for eating more than you should. Your father said he was glad because then he didn’t have to worry about boys coming to his door. Hyejin liked pointing out the flaws in your outfits and Soomin constantly offered unsolicited health advice. You doubted this “friend” of Namjoon’s would actually like you. Not even the boys you’d gone out with before liked you. They always shift uncomfortably or tell you to keep it a secret. God forbid their friends should find out they liked the fat girl.

You collapsed against a bare, concrete wall and looked outside a window frame. Fresh air blew past the window, only just brushing the window sill you leaned against. You forced yourself to enjoy the free air to drown out the pain festering inside you. Visions of beating every single person in your life passed like a movie reel. You briefly imagined Hyejin getting into an accident that disfigures her pretty face forever; you pictured your mother finally dying and being free of her hateful words. Why couldn’t people just let you live?

As you stood there thinking, your favorite daydream came back. Gwinam is your boyfriend, and he hears what Hyejin said to you and what Namjoon’s friends planned to do, and beats them all up for you. In this daydream, you have a protector who adores you; who loves you as you are. A Gwinam who’d burn down the world for you; who’d bring ultimate pain to anyone who hurt you. You knew this Gwinam did not exist, but you comforted yourself with the fantasy anyways. Wiping your eyes, hoping the redness won’t be noticeable, sudden footsteps from the next room made you jump. You listened closely and realized it was multiple people.

“I told you to have the money with you.”

The familiar voice of Gwinam sent shivers down your body. You didn’t know who he’d come with, but you guessed it was his gang of bullies. Visions of what they might do if they caught you in the building, weeping and weak, and you pressed yourself against the wall. You could stay there until they left, or maybe you could sneak out through the window. But, the temptation guided you to the nearby hole in the wall meant to be a doorway. You rarely get a chance to watch Gwinam undisturbed this way. Usually, you’re with one of your friends or in a crowded room, and someone might see you. These moments didn’t come very often, so you seized it. Quietly, you walked to the door nearby and peeked one eye into the main room.

There he was, standing a few feet from a short, skinny boy. You immediately recognized the boy as Park Jisung, a boy from your homeroom. Jisung cowered away from Gwinam, who had him cornered in the empty room. Gwinam looked at Jisung the way a cat looked at a mouse. Your eyes scanned over his long frame; you pictured him standing front of you with the same stare. If you wanted anyone to bully you, it’d be Gwinam.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Gwinam,” Jisung gave a bow, shaking and nervous. “I’ll bri-bring it tomorrow.”

“But I need it today,” he said. He sighed, “Guys like you really fucking piss me off.”

‘Yes. Yes, get pissed off. Make him regret it,’ your darkest fantasies screamed. You pushed yourself against the wall, heat starting to flare up in your body despite the cold wall. ‘Hit him. Hurt him. Hit me. Hurt me.’

“I’m sorry, Gwinam! If you give me a little bit of time, I’ll get you the money. I promise. My parents didn’t have any to-”

“-I don’t care,” he said. “Fucking asshole.”

You flinched as Gwinam’s hand slapped Jisung across the face. Jisung stumbled to the side. Psh, weakling. He didn’t even hit that hard. You looked at Gwinam’s face, anger rising in him as he smacked Jisung around more. If only he did that to you. You clenched your thighs together watching him swing his long arms in each slap. Once Jisung hit the ground, Gwinam’s kicks began harsher and deeper. He looked so hot. Being angry or scared brought out a person’s true nature; Gwinam liked hurting people, and you liked watching him hurt people. You liked how Gwinam threw Jisung around like a rag doll, smacking and kicking him. You thought of him doing the same to you. Guys like Gwinam made you feel small and weak, despite your heaviness. You bit your lower lip thinking of those hands pinning you to the ground, leaving bruises around them for later. He’d throw you on the ground, tear open your shirt to bite and slap your tits before fucking you. No foreplay. No gentleness or kindness. You’d be wet from his ferocity alone.

“Piece of shit,” Gwinam growled.

“What a loser,” you heard one of his friends laugh.

Your body slowly began grinding into the side of the doorway. Nobody would see you in the dimness, surely. They’re preoccupied with Jisung, who wept and begged them to stop. Your pussy pulsed watching Gwinam kick and stomp on him. You stuck your hand underneath your skirt, carefully running your fingers over your sex. It’d have to be quick, but watching Gwinam in the flesh this way made you wetter. Tightness built between your thighs, that familiar arousal burning as your fingers trailed over your slit. The chilling wall caused your nipples to harden, and you thought of Gwinam’s mouth on them. He’d bite and suck as his cock grinded into your pussy. You’d grip his shoulders and arms, nails clawing his flesh as he teased you.

You’d let him take you however he wished. You’d be his personal fuck toy; a thing only made to pleasure him.

“Psh, pathetic motherfucker,” Gwinam spat at Jisung. He crouched down and lifted his head by the hair.

You bit down on your lip as you circled your clit. His tongue swirls around it greedily, gripping your thighs hard and growling from the taste. He stood Jisung up to his feet. He’d do the same to you. He’d laugh at you for getting so wet so easily; he’d call you a whore, smack you one more time, before continuing the sexual torture. Maybe he’d do what he did to Min Eunji once. He’d grab a marker and write filthy words on your body, on your clothes, so people knew you belonged to him. Screw what your friends thought. This is your fantasy, not theirs. Your lips grew wetter, and you pushed your panties aside. You started rubbing yourself quicker. A slew of dirty thoughts came as Jisung groaned, and coughed.

Gwinam spanking your ass until it becomes tender and hot.

Gwinam spitting in your mouth, then calling you a filthy bitch for doing it.

Gwinam tying you to his bed at home and leaving you there for whenever he gets horny.

The climax hits you hard with the usual scene: Gwinam chasing you through a forest, feral and high on adrenaline, until he gets his hands on you. You rode it out on your hand as you pictured him fucking you like an animal. His teeth gritted, his muscles tense and tight, and his cock shooting cum over your face and breasts. It’d hurt, but you’d love that. Your juices coated your fingers, and you shivered as you came down into your post-orgasm glow. Gwinam finished beating up Jisung, who tearfully ran away when Gwinam and his friends let him go. Panting, running his hands through his hair, Gwinam stood there a moment while his friends left the building. You continued circling your sensitive nub, wishing you could go for a second time. The bold fantasy of you offering yourself to him right then crossed your mind, but no, you’d never do that. Then, the unthinkable happened.

Gwinam saw you. He’d turned his head casually; you supposed he’d done it to check if anyone had seen him, and spotted you in the other room. You froze in place, quickly withdrawing your hand from your panties. Due to the angle, Gwinam didn’t see your lower half, but him having seen you was enough. Dark eyes swept down the parts of your body he could see. What if he suspected what you’d done? What if he’d heard you and purposefully prolonged the beatdown? You gasped and whipped your body around out of sight. You worried he might confront you. You held back a whimper imagining him coming over to you, sticking his hands in your panties, and telling you how naughty you’ve been.

‘Insatiable slut. You can’t even wait until we’re alone to touch yourself for me. Do it again. Now.’

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. You heard Gwinam’s friend call out to him, and you heard him leave. In reality, he’d never want to touch you. He’ll no doubt go to his friends and tell them what he suspected. They’ll taunt and tease you forever about it. Soomin and Hyejin would be disgusted with you, because even if you disliked them, they’re all you have. On wobbly legs, you picked up your things and left the construction site.

Your fantasies will always be exactly that. Fantasies. Nothing more.

How did you do it? How did you catch his attention when nothing else does? How do you make this entire world slow down when you walk past him? Any time Gwinam saw you, he swore everything around him stopped for you. Most girls at school didn’t have that effect on him. They were too skinny or too annoying. Gwinam liked girls with soft curves that made him drool. You are such a girl. The briefest of glances from you haunt him throughout the rest of the day. That small twinkle of acknowledgement sent him into a stunned silence for several seconds, if not minutes. So, to see you in that half-finished building, breathless and clutching the wall, inspired a fresh series of fantasies. He thought of going up to you in that building, pulling down your panties and shoving himself inside you. You’d stay up against that wall, shirt open and tits bouncing, as he pumped his cum into you. He loved your tits. And your thighs. He liked peeking at them during class. The desk always stopped just underneath them so he had a nice view. Lord knows what he’d do if you sat beside him. He’d leave class with wet fingers every day.

But, sadly, those dirty thoughts would never come to be. A smart, clever girl who always did well would never want an idiot like him. Girls like you wanted handsome, smart guys like Suhyeok. Gwinam is forced to live with thoughts of you in his arms in his dreams. You must be so soft. You always smell nice too. He’s noticed it before; it’s a flowery perfume that drew him to you. He thought of your laugh as he walked towards school with Myunghwa and the others. He wished he could be the one making you laugh. Visions of kissing you, walking hand-in-hand with you, and being with you clouded his mind. He’d be good to you. Gwinam wasn’t kind very often, but he’d treat you so well. He’d give you anything you wanted; do anything you asked of him.

He’d hurt someone for you, if you wished it.

The group entered the school before classes began, and Gwinam caught sight of you rushing past them. A hint of floral perfume hit his nose, causing him to breathe it deeply. He noticed you heading towards the bathrooms. He smirked. You must’ve made such a mess. Too bad he isn’t there to lick you clean. He shook the image of your soaked pussy from his head when Myunghwa smacked the nape of his neck.

“-Are you listening to me?” the short boy asked him irritably.

“Huh? Yeah, I was.”

Myunghwa scoffed disbelievingly. “Fucking idiot,” he said, “You never pay attention.”

“He was checking out Park YN,” Changhoon, another part of their group, smirked. “I can’t believe you like that fattie. She’s not even pretty in the face.”

“I wasn’t checking her out,” Gwinam said defensively. “I wouldn’t touch her even if she was the last girl on earth.” He considered the feeling might be mutual. You’d never truly like him. If you were doing what he thought, it must’ve been for someone else. The idea alone boiled his blood. “She’s ugly.”

No, you’re not. You’re beautiful. So beautiful. He thought of the other day when he saw you in the library. You often go there during lunch to catch up on homework or to read quietly. You liked reading, he noticed. You’d sat beside a window, and he admired how the sun caught in your hair, illuminating your face. He put the image to memory for those tough nights at home. Whenever his dad called him useless or his mom shook her head in disappointment, he pictured you in that chair. You’d lift your head, smile, and tell him he’s not a waste of space. You’d encourage and lift his spirits up…and he’d kiss you. He thought of your lips and the cherry lip balm he spotted in your bag. They must taste so good.

And he’d never have them. He’d never have you. He’s not supposed to like girls like you. He’s supposed to like skinny, pretty girls like your friends. Yet, those girls didn’t excite him like you did.

Myunghwa went on with some story about how someone mentioned his name in Jinsu’s disappearance. The police went to his house to question him. Gwinam wanted to tell him they’d done the same to him and the others. It’s not their fault Jinsu made it so easy for them; he never fought back until that night. Gwinam recalled the way his body hit the sign, hit a balcony, before finally crashing into the alleyway. He’d never seen a dead person before. He’d been sure that the police might arrest him. They could’ve found fingerprints on Jinsu’s skin or caught him on camera somehow. Yet, they’d done the opposite. They believed the story of them having been out in the street and nowhere near Jinsu’s last location.

Gwinam walked into class on his own, and spotted you in your usual seat next to him. You shared a desk space with your friend, Soomin, but his desk was across the aisle. He bit the inside of his lip seeing you crossed your legs under your desk. A small peek of your thigh high stocking stirred more dirty images in his mind. He liked how a bit of pudge went over the stocking bands; if he ever got his hands on those thighs, he’d lose his mind. He took his seat nearby and did his best to not look at you. He thought about the construction site again, picturing you fingering yourself to him and cumming hard on your pretty fingers. He shifted his gaze slightly to see your chest exactly where he knew it’d be. The combined picture of your thighs and your breasts caused him to swallow thickly and look elsewhere. He’d die of embarrassment if he got a hardon in class, but how could he ignore such a sensual sight?

As Mr. Lee, their science teacher, began class when Gwinam noticed you starting to pull off your blazer. Logic and reason said you must be hot, considering you’re sitting near the windows. But his horny, perverted mind said you were taking it off for him. You wore a tight shirt today, so it showed off the curves of your bosom and tummy. His jaw dropped when he spotted a white strap through the fabric. Your bra, he hoped. He quickly thought of you in his lap, wearing nothing but your skirt and stockings. No bra. No panties.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he dared a chance to look at it. A message from Myunghwa.

‘Wow, you got it bad for her, huh? Bet she’d crush you if she got on top.’

He clenched his jaw and put the phone away. Whenever he felt a new fantasy coming on, his friends ruined it for him. He wished he could sit closer. He wished he could talk to you, and only you. You’re so smart. You answer Mr. Lee’s questions without hesitation and so eloquently. Your friends might be pretty, but they’re complete airheads. You’re the intelligent one. The intelligent one with pretty lips and eyes that made him melt.

Gwinam went through absolute torture during class. Not even amusing himself by bullying Eunji distracted him. Seeing the buttons between your tits stretch from the size, he knew he’d have plenty of jerk-off scenarios tonight.

‘Gwinam? Could you help me with my shirt? It’s so tight and uncomfortable. Please, take it off me.’

He squeezed his eyes tightly and bit his tongue as the signal for lunch rang through the school.

‘The cold’s making my nipples hard. Would you warm them with your mouth? They’re so hard and my hands aren’t as warm as your tongue.’

Fucking hell. Gwinam stood up from his desk before you did, and decided a walk to the cafeteria might clear his head.

‘Oh, Gwinam, your cock’s so big-’

Fuck. No.

‘-Put it between my tits, and fuck them. I want to make you cum using my soft, huge tits.’

He pushed into a bathroom stall, locked the door and started unbuckling his pants.

‘God, they just swallow your dick. I can’t wait for you to cum all over them. I love cum. I want you to cum on me. Please, Gwinam, cover me in your yummy cum.’

His dick throbbed in his hand in every stroke. His eyes closed and he thought about you in the construction building. He thought of catching you touching yourself, and taking advantage of your vulnerable position. Gwinam pictured himself tearing off your clothes, exposing your luscious body, and tasting every inch of you. You’d struggle at first, pleading and whimpering for him to stop, but you’d soon give into him. Gwinam focused on the image of you riding him to climax. Your tight walls clenched hard around him as he rubbed his thumb over your clit; your breasts bouncing in his face until he suckled on one of them. The thought made him cum within minutes. That’s what you did to him. He wished you didn’t have such a fierce hold on him. He wished he didn’t desire you so much, but he couldn’t help it. He’d become completely blind to any other woman he met. He only wanted you.

Coming down from his orgasm, he cleaned himself up and decided to head to the cafeteria. He felt refreshed having gotten you out of his system. He wondered if he might see you there or if you’d go to the library again today. He didn’t care which one. He’d have to keep his leering to a minimum now that Myunghwa saw him looking at you. He came up with explanations to why he’d been looking your way, but none of them sounded convincing. When he entered the cafeteria, he did see you there. You stood in line with Soomin. You’d put your blazer back on, which dampened his spirits a bit. But then again, it might be good for him. He’d only just finished rubbing one out to you. He can’t do it twice in such a short amount of time.

He got into the line two people behind you, and looked at his phone instead. Myunghwa and Changsoon taunted him over what they’d seen in class. They made fun of you, talking about how your buttons must be holding on for dear life or telling him to be careful as you might break his bed getting into it. He wanted to kill them. He didn’t care if they talked badly about other girls; he didn’t want them talking badly about you. But, rather than tell them off, he joined in the conversation.

‘Kekeke, she probably jiggles around like jello.’

This amused them. Yet, he looked at you as the line moved. You styled your hair differently. Usually, you wore it tied back from your face, but today it flowed freely around your face. Gwinam did not have a particularly favorite look; he loved anything you wore or did to yourself. He watched you chat with Soomin. By your annoyed gaze and clenched jaw, he assumed you’re arguing quietly. No doubt your “friend” Choi Hyejin said something to upset you, and Soomin defended her. He often overheard you three talking at lunch or in class. He liked the sound of your voice, so sue him. Hyejin in particular liked putting you down, and you let her. Just like how he let Myunghwa talk down to him.

He shoved the person in front of him out of the way, stepping to them when they protested until they backed off.

“-She didn’t mean anything by it. She only meant that you’re not that good with guys, so she was trying to help,” Soomin said to you as you started down the line. “She didn’t know Namjoon planned anything until he said it.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, YN, you know Hyejin cares about you. I do too.”

“Okay.”

You shut down. Whatever Soomin said to you left you defeated. He thought of pushing Soomin aside and holding you close. Whatever prank or mean thing Hyejin said to you would be smothered away by his kisses. He grabbed a tray, and began going down the line with you. Seeing your cold stare, and how you avoided Soomin’s gaze, you’d gotten locked inside your head. It happened to him a lot too. Whenever Myunghwa insulted or hit him, or whenever his father called him a worthless piece of shit, he’d sink into the dark, lonely place in his mind. If only he could pull you from it, then you would never feel pain again. Soomin must’ve given up trying to reach you, because then she scoffed and walked away to sit down. This left a gap between you and him. He thought about what he’d just done in the bathroom, and wished he’d taken you with him. As you reached the end of the line, the both of you reached for a pair of utensils at the same time.

“Oh, sorry,” you said timidly. “I didn’t…I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay,” he said, picking up one of the wrapped pairs to hand to you, “Here.”

“Thank you.”

Oh, your eyes. He never gave them enough appreciation. So much innocence and sweetness shined from them, yet they hid something much darker within. He could tell. He wanted to say more, but what? Rarely did he get this close to you. He was always worried someone might see and make fun of him for it. But, there’s nobody who matters around him. He saw you turn away from him shamefully. No doubt you’re remembering what happened on the construction site. When he did not look away from you, you squeaked out:

“I won’t tell anyone what I saw. I promise.”

Did you think he’d hurt you? “Good,” he said, bending down to your ear, “I won’t tell anyone what I saw either. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

What in the hell was he doing? Trying to scare you away? He mentally kicked himself when he spotted your widening eyes. He watched you scurry away from him like a mouse, and it left him disheartened. He couldn’t help himself, could he? What did he think you’d say to that? Gwinam bit his tongue again, then went to sit with the gang. He forced himself not to look at you. Looking at you in front of the guys meant more teasing. He only liked one kind of teasing, and it was the teasing he got from you.

You woke up with a gasp. Your heart hammered in your ears, and suddenly you croaked in pain. You felt as if someone dislodged your bones, then put them back into place. Heat burned behind your eyes, and briefly you smelled blood all around you. Hunger. A distinct hunger rumbled in your body, but something inside you fought it back. Your mind went back and forth between this limbo of cravings and denials before you paused all together. You blinked your eyes a few times as your vision cleared.

It took several moments for you to register that you were soaked to the bones on the cafeteria floor. All around you, you hear gargled snarling and sharp hissing sounds. You heard feet shuffling or skidding across the floor; the cracking of bones made you flinch every time it sounded in the room. You kept your eyes closed, hoping if you open them, you’ll be back home in your bed. But, no you weren’t. You knew you weren’t.

Sitting up, you felt a distinct soreness in your neck, shoulder, stomach and arm. You looked down at your shaking hands to see them stained with blood. You found more of it on your uniform and stockings. You took deep breaths as you spotted the deep, crimson stain on your left forearm. Gingerly, you pulled up your sleeve to see a bite mark deep in your flesh. It looks fresh, as if it’d never healed. But, when you touched it, you felt no pain. The same was said for the scratches and bites on your stomach, the injuries having slashed through your shirt. You pressed down on the mark on your neck, only to hear the squishing of severed flesh. Curious, you poked your pinky into a hole in your neck, feeling no pain whatsoever. How could this be?

“Am I dead?”

You stared around the empty cafeteria. The people who’d been there had not escaped. The blood stains on the walls, windows, floors and tables told you as much. The creatures who’d once been classmates must’ve attacked the others, turning them into beasts as well. But, why had that not happened to you? You jumped suddenly when the gnashing, guttural sounds came from behind you. Your eyes widened in shock. Hyejin. At least, what was left of her. Hyejin, once dainty and posh, now cracked her neck this way and that as she snapped her jaws like a turtle. You saw her front covered in blood, more of it smeared around her mouth and on her hands. Blood red eyes instantly locked with yours. You let out a scream as she rushed towards you, hands outstretched and clawing for you. You shielded yourself in a fetal position, ready to be devoured by her, before you realized she wasn’t touching you. Hyejin, reeking of rotting flesh, only hunched a few inches from you. You heard her sniffing the air around her. She moved her head side to side, still biting and growling as drool came from her yellowed teeth. But, she did not touch you.

Soon, Hyejin backed away. She jolted upright, and began moving from you to the center of the room. You realized she was not the only one in the room. Other students who’d sat in the cafeteria now jerked and stumbled around. You stood up, almost slipping on the wet floors, and waited for one of them to notice you. But, none of them did. They should be charging at you; they should be ripping and tearing at your body, but they did not. To them, you’re not there. Touching your wounded neck again, you realized something: You’d become one of them. That is why they did not attack you as you walked out of the cafeteria.

Nor when you reached the pathways outside school. All around you, students walked around, sniffing and searching for more human meat. None of them bothered you unless you bothered them first. Even then, they only snapped their teeth at you before moving away. It felt surreal. An ignorant person might believe they’re in a dream, but you knew better. Whatever happened here has led to hundreds of students being infected with a mind altering disease. You wondered what could’ve caused this as you walked around the school. Biochemical warfare? Chemical lab experiment gone wrong? You couldn’t think of anything else. You could only focus on trying not to attract any of the zombies around you.

It all came back to you as you walked. One minute, you’d been apologizing to Hyejin for what you’d said about her, and the next a rush of students flooded the room. You’d been the first to stand from your seat. You remembered students screaming with terror as they ran through the cafeteria. You remembered seeing the things chasing them: other students, all of them red-eyed and feral. They screeched and growled hysterically, as if possessed by demons. But, that’s childish; this was something worse. You’d grabbed your bag once you saw an infected student tackle a girl by the wall and instantly bite into her throat. Soomin, the athlete, managed to get to a back door before either you or Hyejin. Some friends. It truly became every man for himself. Hyejin had screamed in absolute terror when one zombie, a large boy, blundered after her. You remember being a few steps ahead of her by then. You’d reached for the kitchen doors when a hand yanked your head back.

Hyejin used you as a means of escape. You’d slipped and tripped over the floors as the sprinkles above went off, causing it to rain inside the cafeteria. The large zombie grabbed hold of you, but you’d managed to fight him off. Another zombie, a girl with short hair, launched at you. That’s how your arm was bitten. But, you hadn’t stayed under her for long, since you threw her off you. You’d gotten up a second time where you watched Hyejin running through the kitchen to the back doors. Seeing it up ahead, you knew instinctively she’d close the door on you if she reached it. You recall leaping. You never leapt before, but you leapt towards Hyejin. Your hands found her long dark hair, fisted it tightly, and dragged her from the door. She fell to the ground with a painful groan. By the back door, you saw the two zombies attack her. You sidestepped another zombie when you realized the back door was locked. Running into the main kitchen, you dodged zombies and screamed when one of them lurched for you. Due to the slippery floor and chaos of humans and zombies, you’d fallen face forward. All air knocked out of you, you scrambled up before a zombie caught you.

That’s when more of them came. You squeezed your eyes tightly as you thought of the stink of death and harsh pain of teeth breaking skin. You’d howled from the nails digging into your skin, and the number of zombies all vying for a piece of you. Kicking and screaming, you eventually caved when one of them sunk his teeth into your neck, the one that was most obvious to you. You touched it again, walking back into the school to the library, your sanctuary. You didn’t find anyone there. It appeared whatever zombies were here had left.

Empty. That is what the world became: empty. Yet, it didn’t feel like it to you. You heard the sounds of zombies groaning outside perfectly. You could smell the paper of the books underneath the foul odor of blood and corpses. Tapping a table, the sound was louder to you. Your ears became sensitive to any sound you made after. You guessed the other zombies, mindless and aimless, reacted to noise as well. Grabbing a book, you opened the window to test your theory. You saw several zombies walking around the fields outside. You launched the book out the window, watching it fall and crash onto the ground. The small slap alerted every zombie within a twenty foot radius. They clambered over to the sound, but growled their discontent when they only smelled more dead flesh. So, a unique sense of sound. You wondered what else your new existence brought you.

This heightened sense came in handy an hour or so later. You’d been setting small fires across the library, trying to see how far your sense of smell went, when you heard it. At first, you thought it might be another zombie, but your new nose said otherwise. The newcomer did not smell like rotting flesh or congealed blood. They were something in between. You took a whiff around, and the trail led towards the library entrance. You’d been thinking of testing out your strength and speed. You saw how indestructible your fellow zombies were: you’d been throwing computer parts at them from above and barely making a dent. You might have a similar strength. You knew whatever being sauntered into your hideout will be your guinea pig. You put out your small bonfire with a wet paper towel, and followed the sounds and smells with your new body.

You made to move, but the intruder stepped out from behind the bookcases. It was Gwinam, except he looked drastically different from the boy you saw this morning. Firstly, he wore a new jacket that obviously wasn't his. Secondly, a hideous, nauseating gash went through his left eye, leaving a gory mess behind. He stopped when he saw you. You stared at him. He stared at you. Neither of you said anything. It was like meeting one of the zombies; you did not have to speak to understand one another.

"You too?" He asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

"Yeah."

"In the cafeteria?"

"Yeah. You?"

"In here."

"When?"

"A few hours ago. Cheongsan pushed me off there," he pointed to one of the high bookcases, "And I got bit." His good eye surveyed you from afar.

"And your eye?"

"He shoved a phone into it."

"A phone?"

The idea of a cell phone never occurred to you. You could've called for help, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. Who could help you? And if help was called, they would have come by now. "Yeah, the corner part," he said, acting out the gesture with a stabbing motion, "But it's whatever. I don't really feel it. I plan on killing him." He spotted the deep wounds on your neck, and said, "Those don't bother you either?"

"Not really. I thought they'd at least itch, but they haven't," you said. "I tried recording the healing process, but it's very slow. I think because we're still partly human, we can't feel the pain but our muscles and skin react to it. Look, see," you showed him your bite marks, the skin barely together but no longer leaking blood. "It stopped bleeding, but the wound hasn't healed."

"Is that what you've been doing here?" He gestured to the trash can at your feet. "Experimenting?"

"Well, yes," you said, sheepishly. "I want to see what my body is capable of now that I've reached this new level of being. My senses are certainly sharper: I can smell things from at least twenty feet; I'm able to hear things from a further distance too, since sound echoes and bounces. I've discovered I don't die. I can't die. Seeing you now, I'm assuming it's the same for you?"

"Yeah."

You caught him looking over your body again. You became self-conscious immediately. Being undead, you doubted you'd lose any weight from your previous life. Add the disgusting bites and scratches on your flabby flesh, and you're absolutely distasteful. You didn't need Gwinam staring at you like that.

"Stop it," you said, not meeting his eyes.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me. You don't see me staring at your eye, do you? I don't need reminding of how ugly I am."

"You're not ugly."

You scoffed, "Please, don't insult my intelligence. I know how my body looks."

"I know too, and I like it."

"Huh?" You saw it once you met his eyes.

"Nothing about your body has ever bothered me," he said, licking his lips at you. "In fact, everything about it turns me the fuck on."

You walked backwards from him as he approached. Your heart thumped in your chest, the sound spreading to your ears and freezing your bones. A sudden heat flared up in your body, and you gulped thickly as it went all over. The glint in his eye is unmistakable, and it excites you. Never did you think this would happen. Yoon Gwinam was only meant for your dirtiest, smuttiest fantasies reserved for lonely nights at home. Yoon Gwinam was the forbidden fruit that you'd never reach; Hyejin and Soomin being the ones raising the branch with each disgusted word. Yet, as the world turned upside down, those fantasies quickly turned into reality as Gwinam moved towards you.

"You make my cock so fucking hard," he nearly growled, already unbuckling his pants. "It drives me crazy. I have to sit in class…seeing you there in that little skirt…seeing your tits almost bursting out of your shirt…I know why you wear it that way…you like showing off those big tits just for me, don't you?" The way he walked reminded you of Jisung from that morning. A lion coming upon its prey. Something about this brazen, direct Gwinam caused your mind to wander back into those fantasies. "And don't get me started on those thighs of yours,” his eyes scanned your body and stopped to your thighs, “I love looking at them, especially when you wear stockings…the way they hug your thighs so some pudges out…fuck, you know it does things to me…"

"What?" Your voice quivered slightly.

"Don't act innocent with me," he said, getting closer. His dark eyes full of frustration and lust brought back to the last scenario you imagined. Your arousal throbbed between your legs. "You act all clean cut but I know deep down you're just a whore who wants to be fucked senseless every second of the day.” He unzipped his fly, but did not pull anything out, "You made me so horny in class that I jerked off in the bathroom during lunch. I remembered you at the construction site, all breathless and horny, and I couldn't help it."

He came within inches of you. The heavy scent of blood and sweat reached your nose, and you bit your bottom lip. A sharp gasp left you when his body pressed into yours. Gwinam tugged down the front of his pants and boxers to withdraw his dick. The sight made you wet instantly. Not too long, it was certainly thick with heavy balls underneath. You knew you'd definitely feel him stretching you soon. You already imagined it tearing you apart as he ravaged your body.

"Open your shirt and let me see those tits," he demanded, eyes focused on your chest. "You were so eager to show them before. I want to see them now."

With trembling fingers you unbutton your shirt. Underneath, Gwinam saw the white undershirt you wore stretched over your large breasts. You untucked your shirt so he may see more of you, which he liked. You worried about the gashes zombies left on your stomach and chest, but Gwinam hardly noticed them. He sailed up your body past them and to your breasts. He cupped one right away, causing you to whimper from the touch. Gwinam smirked and squeezed it so you whimpered again. You never considered stimulation before this moment. You might not feel any pain, but you certainly felt the small sparks his hand alone brought. His hands warmed up as they fondled you over your bra and shirt, the temperature hardened your nipples so they poked into the fabric. The cotton fabric of your bra did nothing to hide this from Gwinam, who bent down to bite gently down on one. You made a mental note to write down ‘sexual stimulation’ as part of your human side.

He put your hand on his crotch, and instinctively you grabbed it. You liked the feel of him against your fingers. Even with his half undead existence, his body felt human as ever. You sensed the blood pumping through his cock, and could almost smell it through the thin skin. Big hands remained nearly lukewarm on your chest; their gentle squeezes were certainly stronger than your daydreams concocted. Full lips didn’t skip over the bite mark on your neck, kissing upwards and licking the dried blood. The feeling of his tongue against your skin sent chills down your body. You needed more of him. You continued lightly touching his cock, sometimes slipping lower to the ball sack underneath, which caused several deep groans.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned in your ear, still fondling your breasts. “So addicting,” he went back to kissing your neck, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

You brought him into a kiss, and you're thankful he didn't pull away. His plush lips caressed yours, carefully opening them with a small flick on your bottom lip. Blood tinged your lips, sliding from one tongue to the other, but you liked it. That undeniable hunger for flesh and blood came over you; you growled and sunk further into his kiss. You didn’t know if a half-zombie could eat another half-zombie, but you found his taste to be particularly intoxicating. You pushed yourself against him, roaming his body with your free hand to unzip his jacket There, you found his bloodied black sweater where zombies bit into his torso. You didn’t mind it. This new discovery only aroused you more. It was as if he'd opened the floodgates repressing your desires. You couldn’t stop yourself.

"Let's get rid of this," he growled between kisses.

He took the collar of your tanktop and tore it open easily. Gwinam groaned at the sight of your tight white bra, which squeezed your breasts more than you liked. He kissed fiercely along them, even giving a bite that pinched you, groping and squeezing them. You kept your hand on him, his shaft growing even harder while you jerked him. The touch made your sex clench within you, and your clit throbbed from the newest sensation. Gwinam roughly tugged down your bra, so your tits spilled over the wire supporting them. He stopped kissing you to admire the soft mounds filling his hands. You whined as he grazed his thumbs over your nipples, the two peaks hard against the rough pads.

"Fuck," he moaned, kissing one of them, "They're exactly how I imagined them to be. So big and soft. I could suck these all day." He took it in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and sucking hard. He did this to each one since you squirmed at the mixture of pain and pleasure. "You can't imagine," he grunted, nipping at your tits, "How many times I felt like ripping your shirt open to play with them…How many times I thought of taking you…fucking you…raping you…"

"Gwinam…" you whimpered at his words, the filth causing you to stroke him faster. Droplets of precum stuck to your hand and slickened your motions. This only amplified your arousal.

"Like today with Jisung," he flicked his tongue over the very middle, which sent shocks of pleasure down your body. "I saw you standing there watching me hit him. I saw how you panted and bit your lower lip. You were touching yourself, and I wanted more than anything to fuck you. I wanted to chase you down, rip off your panties and have my way with you…whether you wanted it or not. I don’t care anymore.” He sucked particularly hard on one nipple, then came back up to you, “I’m the boss here now. I can have whatever and whoever I want, especially you.” He cupped your chin for a hard kiss, “I should’ve fucked you there. I would’ve given you the fucking little teases like you deserve.”

"What stopped you?" You asked him breathlessly, sliding one hand over his shoulder to feel more of him. You started pumping him faster. "Hm? What stopped big bad Gwinam from fucking the shit out of me right outside our school? You could've tossed me on the floor, fucking me into the dirt or into the bushes with your hand over my mouth-"

He cut you off by grabbing your throat. The slender digits squeezed both sides of your neck, cutting off air but not hurting you. The pain came from the harsh slap that went across your cheek. When you cried out, he did it again to the opposite cheek. He stared at you for a moment, surveying the need written on your face. Your clit throbbed for his attention, hoping your grinding hips might clue him into that. He then slapped you again, then kissed you roughly.

"You filthy slut," he grunted against your lips. "You like that, huh?” he smacked you again, “You like being hit?”

The truth was: yes, you did. The stinging pain mingled with the desire burning inside you. Being in his strong grasp, pinned by his long body, you knew you could easily escape him. This elevated, evolved being you’ve become came with a strength you’d never known before. It made you invincible. Breaking away from him wouldn’t be a problem, yet you don’t push or thrash in his clutches. You instead spread your thighs and begin pumping him once more. From his heavy breathing, you knew you’d gotten the effect you wanted.

“Let me see for myself then.” He stuck his hand under your skirt and roughly pushed your panties aside. You gasped from the sudden invasion of his fingers on your sex. Boys touched you there before, but not like how Gwinam did. Three fingers cupped your dampening center to rub carefully up and down; he didn’t care if you let him or not, your pussy was his now. “Oh, you do enjoy this kind of thing,” he sneered, releasing your throat and grabbing at your hair instead. A quick tug and a forceful pull brought you to your knees in front of him. “I’m going to show you what I would’ve done if I’d caught you. Open.”

He prodded his tip to your lips, which opened right away. The taste of salty precum slid over your tongue and savored the sticky substance. A huge part of your fantasies finally came true. Gwinam kept his hold on your hair while he guided you over his hips. The girth of his filled your mouth completely, and his head hit your throat once or twice. It’s exactly how you imagined. You sucked the hard muscle firmly, a move that made Gwinam groan. You wanted to please him; you wanted his approval and satisfaction. It became harder to breathe once he forced you right up to his base. You gripped your knees tightly as pain started burning your throat and chest. Inhaling through your nose, you tried your best to breathe as Gwinam’s cock nearly suffocated you. You loved it. Something about his dick blocking your airway, causing you to gag and choke on it excited you. Your eyes teared up whenever he held you to him for too long, only moving his tip from your throat in short strokes. Yet, you did not object or force him away. You hummed in your throat as he moved in and out. When he mumbled about enjoying it, you kept on going. Streams of his precum and your saliva started dripping from your mouth, leaking through the corners. You pointedly rocked backward and forward so your tits jiggled for him, and you saw him eye them right away. When he pulled away, streams of it came out and you gasped for air.

“Look at you,” he groaned, tapping his wet cock on your lips and cheeks. “You love choking on dick,” he sneered, pushing his tip into your mouth once more. He kept you still with one hand under your chin and the other on the back of your head. More tears spilled down your cheeks as he fucked your throat. You started playing with your nipples, and moaned around his shaft. “Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he moaned, “Like a silk toy. Because that’s all you are…A mindless, stupid fuck toy for me to use whenever I want.”

Your muffled moans made him laugh. “And, to think, what I’ve become gives me so much more stamina than before,” he continued, shoving himself fully inside. “I can do all the dirty things I’ve wanted to do with you, and never get tired,” he withdrew himself to let you breathe, “And you know what that means, right?” As you tried swallowing the thickness in your mouth, he said, “It means you’re going to learn what happens to sluts who think they can flash their tits and ass at me. You thought you could flaunt those thighs and those tits and that ass and I’d do nothing about it? Hm?” He plunged his cock right back into your mouth, laughing as you cried. “And there’s nobody around to stop me; nobody to laugh at me about it. It’s only you and me, and you make me horny nearly every second of the day.” He thrusted rapidly, drowning out your cries with his moans. “That means you might as well not wear anything at all.”

He pulled out a final time, and watched you sputter and gasp for air. You massaged your throat, which felt hoarse and ached. Gwinam tugged your head back, and rested his balls right on your mouth. You knew exactly what to do. You took one in your mouth for a tender suck, licking your tongue over the curves and skin. Gwinam stroked himself slowly as you tongued his balls; he occasionally grinded into your face so you’d swallow the whole thing. Little moans vibrated over the sensitive skin, and Gwinam gritted his teeth. You grabbed his thighs for some stability, a thing he did not deny you, and buried your face further into his crotch. Gwinam pulled his balls away and had you lick his shaft up and down while you fondled them instead. Your pussy became so wet, you felt your juices sliding between your thighs. You loved how he used you. You loved giving yourself over to him entirely, and being the sex doll he wanted. Gwinam is the only boy you ever considered yourself fucking this way; you knew he had the ferocity, the depravity, the perversion to do it how you’d wanted. Other boys you’d managed to hook up with always showed hesitancy. Not Gwinam. You’ll be his whore and nothing else.

That was what you wanted.

Long, drawn out moans and panting preceded the thick, hot semen suddenly filling your mouth. You eagerly and greedily swallowed the substance going down your throat. It tasted delicious. Whether it was being undead or because it was Gwinam, you swallowed his whole load. Gwinam’s orgasm made him push harder and faster, making your neck and jaw burn from the pain. He didn’t stop until each drop left his tip and into your mouth. You swallowed whatever he left, even opening your mouth to let him squeeze it onto your tongue.

“You’re the perfect cum dump,” he breathed, running his tip over your lips so you’d lick off the droplets remaining. When he spotted worry in your eyes, he laughed, “Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from. Stand up,” he ordered, lifting you with little effort, and turning you around.

Excitement brought out your smile as he forced you to bend over. Your mind whirled from the thoughts going through your head. Spreading your legs, you arched your back slightly for him to see underneath. He lifted up your skirt to show your panties, and the cold air touched over your sex. No doubt he saw the wet spot pooled right in the center, since he then cupped it in his hand. Long fingers rolled up and down each inch of your sex, and stopped right at your clit. Your cotton panties, white and cheap, must be almost see through with how wet you’d made them.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he moaned, one finger finding your clit and teasing it gently. “I thought about it so many times. Even today, when I jerked off during lunch, I thought of your sweet, tight cunt.”

“And I thought of your dick in it,” you admitted, whining when you felt his finger push delicately against your panties. “I want it so bad. I can’t think about anything else when I’m…I’m around you, oh fuck…”

His fingers teasing your clit only caused more wetness to develop. Gwinam then took both sides of your panties and threaded them between your buttocks and folds. A small bit covered your clit yet exposed it to him at the same time. While one hand spanked your ass cheeks, the other used the tip of his finger to pass over the sensitive nub. Streams of mewls, cries, and whimpers left your lips. Every little touch to it tightened the ball building inside your loins. He knew exactly what to do, and how to make you whine like a bitch in heat. Gwinam’s constant torture had you clawing the table and wriggling around in front of him. You thought you might cum from just the teasing alone.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “I could feel that pussy fluttering for me already.” He moved his finger side to side and threw down more sharp spanks to your ass. “I bet you’re dying to have me in there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, “Yes, yes, please.”

“Please, what, slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you said, tears brimming your eyes.

“Ummm, no.”

Using both hands, Gwinam did not pull off your panties. He did not slowly peel them off and slide them to your ankles. He took the seam keeping front and back together and tore it apart. The sound of shredding fabric reached your ears. He did not remove the waistband. He only ripped it enough to expose your ass and pussy to him, leaving a long tear that went from back to front. Gwinam left your side and crouched down behind you. You felt him dangerously close to your center; you shuddered when something hot and slippery slide over your clit. Gwinam pulled the lips apart and focused his tongue there. You cried out feeling the tip circle it repeatedly; you grabbed at the table whenever he dipped beneath or on top of it slowly. The obscene lapping and slurping from below added to your uncontrollable moans. When he turned you around, your thighs immediately locked around him and with your own strength, you forced his mouth to take your clit. Gwinam gazed up in amusement, eagerly sucking and licking the cunt right in his face. He didn’t stop you from grinding over his mouth and nose; it’s not as if he’d suffocate. That was a perk of being partly dead, you guessed.

“I’ve wanted this for s-s-so long,” you said, gasping when his tongue entered your clenching and unclenching walls. “Oh god, just like that,” you started fucking his face in return, “Your tongue feels so fucking good! Ah!” his sudden grasp of your thighs with a hard smack let out a sudden squeak from you. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a long time. My pussy gets wet just looking at you. I thought…I thought if I teased you, you’d give in and take me. I would’ve let you fuck me however you wanted, as long as I got your cock inside me.” You gripped his hair, soft and silky in your hand, and cried out from the pleasure he brought. “I saw you beat up Jisung, and I couldn’t help…couldn’t help touching myself to it. You being so big and long and strong-”

Gwinam interrupted you by rolling you backwards so your body curled into a c-shape. He pinned your knees to your chest as he wagged his tongue over your pussy. That’s when you came. In a blinding, gut-tensing, muscle-contracting orgasm, you came right on his face. Gwinam only growled his delight at your cum in his mouth. You bucked your hips around, the table underneath you moving slightly, and pushed into his face more. He sucked up all the juices until your clitoris turned sensitive from your climax; it didn’t stop him. Gwinam kissed down to your ass hole where his tongue moved teasingly before coming back up. You're normally concerned with him going from one hole to the other, but not anymore. You’re dead. What infections could you get from it?

“Looks like,” he said, kissing up the backs of your thighs, “We’re both going to get what we want then.”

With total ease, he pulled you to the edge of the table and onto his cock. Keeping your thighs on your stomach, Gwinam charged into you as he liked: hard and rough. The stings of pain did nothing to you. It only made you want to cum again.

“Oh my god,” he growled, squeezing your thighs tightly. “You really must be a whore to take my dick so well. You’re the perfect fuck hole; the perfect cum dump…and you’re all mine.”

“Yes, yes, I am.”

He grabbed your throat, hovering over you and making you face him as you moaned his name. Your lips parted from your constant moans, Gwinam spat into your mouth. He slapped you when you didn’t swallow it immediately. He did it a second time, and you bent to his whims. Then, he gave you another sloppy kiss. You loved the dirtiness of it all; you craved more and more of it. You’d dreamt of this moment for months; you’d desired, lusted, and fantasized about it. When Gwinam grabbed your wrists to keep you on the table, hungrily kissing you, you almost came again. His shirt brushed lightly on your clit which made you weak and shuddering. Biting down on your neck, you winced from the pain, but you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Push back on me,” he said, kissing down to your nipples where he sucked harshly. “Show me how badly you’ve wanted this dick, slut.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kept Gwinam in place as you pushed your hips into his own. His thick cock stretched you pleasantly, bringing you nothing but pleasure as you drove him deep inside. Gwinam stuck out his tongue to let your nipple brush over the flat part, flicking it once or twice or sucking it for you. You purposefully made them bounce in his face which made him growl and grunt. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your tits. His tongue teasing your nipples and his dick hitting that spot inside your pussy brought you closer to another orgasm.

“Gwinam, Gwinam, I’m going to cum,” you wept, the pleasure overwhelming your body. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum again.”

“Good. Do it,” he gripped you by the chin, “Cum on my dick. Do it. Now.”

The second wave made you scream. You worried undead classmates might hear you, but they must’ve been somewhere else. Not that it mattered. They didn’t touch you. Only Gwinam touched you, and he rode out your orgasm in a few thrusts. Still shivering and whimpering, Gwinam ignored your weakened state and tossed you onto the library floor. On your front, air punched out of you for a second before he was on top of you. Without warning, his fingers entered your ass, and his cock shoved into your pussy. You arched your back for him, nearly dizzy from your orgasms and his relentless abuse of your body. And then he fucked you. He fucked you exactly how you’d always wanted. The depravity of the scene made your head swim in the haze of it all. With his free hand, Gwinam gripped your throat so your head lifted from the floor. The slight pressure cut your airway, but not enough that you’d suffocate completely.

“I’m going to cum in all your holes,” he huffed, his fingers knuckle deep in your ass while his dick filled you. “You’re going to be limping out of this library with cum dripping from you. I only wish everyone was alive…then they can see what a fucking…fucking…fucking whore YN is!”

More cum squirted into your pussy, and you couldn’t be bothered to protest. You accepted every drop. “Please cum in me,” you cried, fists underneath you and humping his cock, “Please. I want you to fill each one, please.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be more than filled,” he grunted, going faster and harder like before.

In a few more strokes, he finished his second orgasm. You took a moment to notice that he did not need a small refractory period. A surprise perk to being dead, you supposed. Not even taking a moment to breathe, Gwinam removed his fingers from your ass and laid back on the floor. You knew immediately what he wanted. You turned around to stuff his coated cock in your mouth, slobbering over it to make it wet as possible. Gwinam groaned, hands going through his hair as pleasure came over him again. A part of you wanted to stay there, cleaning his cock of your combined juices until he came again, but you knew what your lover really wanted. When his cock was prepared, you turned your back to him and sunk down on it…with your ass. This new tightness had Gwinam cursing and moaning your name. You leaned forward, broken panties and skirt over your hips so he’d have a perfect view of your ass, and bounced as much as you could.

Being undead left you stronger and faster. Before, you could never properly ride a guy. Your body felt too heavy and you worried you’d hurt them somehow. Not Gwinam. He handled you with ease, and you had no trouble riding him. You wanted him to cum again. You enjoyed his deep, throaty groans and the names he called you. He dominated you and you couldn’t help but submit. He went back to smacking and grabbing your ass while you touched your soaked, hard clit again. If anyone came upon you two, it’d certainly be a feast for the eyes. The feeling of him fully driving into you, stretching and filling you, drove you wild. You did whatever you could to milk more cum from him.

“Stay still,” he ordered, and you stopped at once. Luckily, it was for him to continue the pace on his own. “Your ass is as good as your pussy, fuck,” he panted, grabbing your hair to pull you backwards, “I could fuck this forever.”

“I wish you would,” you replied, meeting his hips nevertheless so loud smacking sounds filled the space. “I want to be a good toy and make you cum.”

“Oh my god,” he grunted, “Say that again. Say it.”

“I want to be a good toy and make you cum.”

“Then make me cum, slut. Come on,” he smacked your ass hard, “Make me cum with that fat, round…oh fuck, yes, yes, like that-”

The sheer motion of him cumming in your ass had you joining him. You kept going, not feeling exhausted at all. In fact, it heightened every sense. Everything became clearer, and the hunger nestled inside you had you slamming down on him. Once you drained him of cum, Gwinam still did not stop. He seemed incapable of it, and you did not complain. Rolling you onto your side, hands on your breasts, he used one leg to spread your thighs and sink back into your pussy. He let you continue your third orgasm on your own, rubbing your clit and pinching your nipples. You screamed once more as the climax truly hit you this time. Gwinam smacked your clit a few times during it, the light stings having you saying his name. He put you into a scissor position, the new angle driving home and leaving you senseless beneath him. Squelching sounds told you that his cum mixed with yours, and leaked out of your sex. You almost felt it pooling underneath him in every thrust. The new pace and position had you screaming his name a fourth time, and his own soon followed.

You did this for a while. It felt as if all those months of repressed feelings and sexual frustration exploded into this unrelenting, insatiable bomb. You couldn’t stop. You both bit, clawed, slapped, spat and growled throughout the day. Yes, the day. It was a thing you didn’t think possible until you’d turned into this half-human, half-zombie lifeform. Gwinam took you on every possible surface: the tables, chairs, against bookshelves and cabinets. It continued even against the glass doors where the bloody, snarling, stumbling and shuffling zombies went right by. The most exciting was when he fucked you right in the hallway, having you on all fours as he grunted about people watching you both. Pure bliss. That’s all it was.

Fantasies do come true.

***

A/N: wow, this one is wild! lol it's one of my longer pieces, but I hope you still enjoyed this. It's my first Gwinam fic, and I'm really proud of it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it <3

#yoon gwinam #yoon gwinam x reader #gwinam x reader #all of us are dead #aouad #aouad fanfiction #aouad fanfic #aouad smut #gwinam smut #yoon gwinam smut #yoon gwi nam

[smuttykdrama]

[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice. 

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]

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[plentyoffandoms]

Glittery Green (Part 14) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

the wearer is willing to "69"

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @walksdowonders 2nd gif @dramastream

GWI-NAM'S POV:

I kissed up and down her neck, my fingers gently thrusting inside her pussy. "Gwi-nam." She sighed my name, tilting her head to side.

"Why don't you take off that dress and stand next to my bed."

"But,"

"No baby, just trust me. I have missed you and I want to make it up for the lost time."

She slid off my lap and went and did as I asked. I palmed myself through my pants as she slowly stripped for me.

"All off it, YN."

"Are you going to strip?"

"I will. Don't you worry about that." My breathing picked up when I finally saw her in all her glory. I have seen bits and pieces of her body, but not like this.

"Gwi-nam, please." She whispered, but I heard her.

I took off my suit, and for the first time, the two of us were naked. I took a few steps and wrapped my arms her and slammed my lips against hers once more.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and kissed me back. I pulled back as I needed air, the two of us trying to catch our breath.

I let her go and lay on my bed. I made sure I was flat on my back. "Break the glittery green one for me."

The wearer is willing to "69"

"Now climb on top of me. Face the other way." She hesitated, but did as I asked.

"Just like that. Yes, now do what you did in my car, and I will do what I did that other day." I gripped her hips and pulled her pussy towards my face.

I dove right in and started to eat her out, groaning at the taste of her. Fuck, I have missed this.

I groaned against her pussy when she took me in her mouth. My hips lifted off the bed, and I went deeper in her mouth and down her throat.

She gagged around my cock, but didn't stop until I was fully in her mouth. I wanted nothing more than to flip us over and pound into her face, but I just got her back.

I inserted one finger inside her pussy once more, then another one. My lips wrapped her clit and I sucked.

She was dripping down my chin and on my face, and I was loving every damn second of this. When she stopped talking to me, I thought I would never get to this point or have my cock down her throat again.

Speaking of that, her head was going up and down. "Just like that, YN. Gonna cum down your throat and you're gonna swallow it all." I growled against her pussy before I went back to licking.

She ground her pussy harder against my face. I knew she was close. She was dripping even more now and her pussy was fluttering around my fingers.

She pulled off my cock and moaned my name loudly. I fingered and licked her through her orgasm.

YN'S POV

I felt it before I even came. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and moaned his name, loudly. If he didn't have the top two floors, the neighbours would be complaining about how loud I moaned his name.

He continued to fuck me with his fingers and his mouth and tongue never let up as I shook on top of him.

I took him back in my mouth, working his cock back down my throat. Moving my head up and down.

I was into making him finish in my mouth, remembering the sounds he made the last time.

I didn't notice him plant his feet flat on his bed until I felt his hands on the back of my head as he started to thrust up into my mouth.

"Take it. Take that cock."

"Fuck yes. Gonna come. Fuck me. Shit YN." The last part came out in a groan, and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a single drop. He made sure of it by his tight grip on my head.

"Shit. I could spend every day in your mouth." He said.

My pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of him doing that.

Red (Part 13) ♣︎ Black (Part 15) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: line through, won't let me tag @thefrogqueen8 @leia2cool @skz-tua-txt-storytimes

#reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #aouad x reader #aouad smut #aouad imagines #aouad fic #aouad #all of us are dead fic #all of us are dead imagine #all of us are dead smut #yoon Gwi-nam imagine #yoon Gwi-nam smut #yoon Gwi-nam fic #yoon Gwi-nam fanfiction #yoon Gwi-nam fanfic #gwi nam x reader #gwi-nam x female reader #gwi-nam smut #gwi-nam imagine #gwi-nam fic

[r3flrt]

☆ AOUAD WHEN THEIR CRUSH SLEEPS ON THEIR SHOULDER

synopsis | how aouad reacts to their crush falling asleep on their shoulder ☆ pairing | aouad x gn!reader ☆ wc | 408

note | honestly imagined it happening in my head and just blurted it out on this soo yeah :) (wu-jin’s got removed for some reason it disappeared)

☆ cheong-san

His heart would skip a beat. His face would flush and he would just stare down at your cute sleeping face, trying to keep his cool. Cheong-san is glad to be able to stare at your face. Whenever you did wake up he would just stare at you before complaining about how his shoulder hurt and he wasn’t able to move for so long. Deep down inside he’s happy and he almost says he’s joking when you apologize.

☆ su-hyeok

Su-hyeok wouldn’t know what to do. He would be talking to you on a bench and he felt you land onto his shoulder. “Are you listening to—” he turned to see you sleeping on his shoulder and his heart started beating so fast. He’d move your hair that fell in front of your face, admiring your gorgeous face. He would take his chance, kissing your forehead and rubbing your shoulder.

☆ gwi-nam

The two of you were under the bleachers, talking about the problems of school. The last time he looked over to you, you were playing with your skirt/pants, but by the time he finished his thought you were laying on his shoulder, still barley falling asleep. “Hey!” He taps your arm roughly, looking away when you pushed his hand off. “Please..let me sleep for a little while.” You yawn, placing a hand on his thigh. He’d roll his eyes and scoff, knowing he really didn’t mind.

© r3flrt ☆ do not copy, plagiarize, repost, modify or translate my works without permission. do not recommend my works on any platform other then tumblr, especially on TikTok.

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[skullpie]

hihi it’s lorelei ✿ !!

i’m a writer, welcome to my x reader blog!

about me: she/him, bi, sideblog . . .

this blog !! ; asian dramas mostly, fem reader unless specified by request, smut heavy (sorry!)

requests are . . . OPEN !! ⇩

fandoms i write for . . .

meteor garden

daoming si

huaze lei

xi men

mei zuo

all of us are dead

cheongsan

suhyeok

junyeong

gyeongsu

namra

onjo

alice in borderland

chishiya

arisu

karube

tatta

banda

kuina

usagi

sweet home

hyunsu

eunhyuk

jisu

sangwook

uimyoung

jaeheon

in terms of smut . . .

no-no’s

scat, rape play, race play, piss, ddlg, non-con

anything else i don’t want to…

requests . . .

rules

i’m allowed to say no to anything i want!

pls be patient and kind.

i’m posting this fan content for free–you are not entitled to any of my fics. dont act like it.

fandoms (and characters) may fluctuate.

thanks . . . ! ❀꧂

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[panjakes]

In the end

Summary:Su-heyok and Gwi-nam have been fighting over Yn for a long time but in the end? Su-Hyeok always wins

Parings: SuhyeokxBlackreader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of blood, violence(this one’s pretty long)

Implied black reader, anyone can read

“We’re safe” On-jo says making Su-Hyeok sigh in relief.

“Cheongsan…where’s your sister?” Ms.park asks

Cheongsan looks around the room slowly breaking into a panic

He pokes his head out the window

“Yn! YN!!!” He shouts up but all he heard was growling and then he heard a scream.

Yn’s scream.

“She didn’t come down with us?” On-jo asks

Her breathing became faster. She had just lost Isak now Yn too?

“Im going up!” Cheongsan says going back out the window

“Cheongsan no!” Ms park says grabbing him

Cheongsan looks over at suheyok

“Your so worried about Nam-ra you didn’t even look out for your own girlfriend!” Cheongsan says

“Me? She’s your sister!” Su-heyok says

“She’s your girlfriend! You said you’d look out for her! Now she’s dead!” Cheongsan says going into the corner to cry and about his sister

Everyone looks a Suhyeok with a frown.

“Is something going on between you too?” On-jo asks

“Of course not! You know Yn’s my girlfriend!” Suheyok says

“Enough! Just cut it out!” Ms.park says

“Got damn it!” Yn whispers as she runs through the halls

She had been on the other side of the room when everybody had escaped out the window. As the zombies rushed in she went out the other door and had been running trying to get to the broadcasting room ever since.

As a Hoard of zombies came rushing her way, she ran the opposite way into an empty classroom. When she got inside she slid down the wall covering her mouth as the zombies ran past the classroom looking for her.

“Yn?”

She turns around quickly seeing Gwi-nam hiding in a corner

“Gwi-nam?!”

The boy rushes over to her wrapping his arms around her.

“Oh I’m glad too see you!” Gwi-nam says

The girl awkwardly pats his back. She hadn’t spoken to him since the night he confessed his undying love for her.

She had been doing a great job avoiding him up until this point

“Where have you been?” He asks

“In a classroom.”

“Where’s your brother?”

“We got separated”

“Where’s your boyfriend”

“With my brother” Yn says in an annoyed tone

“Your boyfriend allowed you to be separated from him? Some kind of boyfriend he is” Gwi-nam scoffs

It was quiet for a moment

“You know…you should have chose me” Gwi-nam says bitterly

“Gwi-nam I told you! We’re nothing more than friends! You didn’t even want to be that so you lost me all together” Yn says rolling her eyes

“But with me I would make sure your safe. Not chasing after the class prez” Gwi-nam says chuckling

“Su-hyeok loves me” Yn mumbles

There’s was no doubt in either of their hearts or mind that Su-Hyeok loved lee Yn. The first day he laid eyes on his friends sister he knew he had to have her.

Gwi-nam just wished he could be in Su-hyeok’s place. He wanted Yn’s eyes to shine at the mention of his name like they did when ever someone brought up Su-Hyeok.

“Doesn’t stop him from having feelings for somebody else” Gwinam says harshly

Cheongsan sat in the corner softly sobbing. Hearing his sisters scream was just horrible

“I’m sorry cheongsan” On-jo says rubbing his back

“I’m such a terrible brother” he says sniffing

“No you aren’t” On-jo says

“I am! How the hell am I suppose to explain to my parents that I left their daughter behind while saving my own ass?!” Cheongsan says

On-jo gets quiet not know what to say next. She was just trying to comfort her friend.

“How could we forget about yn” joon-yoong says sighing

“We were so worried about saving ourselves we forgot she was on the other side of the room” Dae-su says sighing

“Hey! Your alive right? Stop crying” Naeyeon says

“How could you say that?! That’s his sister! His bestfriend! My girlfriend” Su-Hyeok says

“Like you actually care. You were so worried about the class prez you let the zombies slaughter your girlfriend” Naeyeon says with a bitter chuckles

Su-Hyeok sighs taking a seat. It was true. And he felt bad. He missed Yn to the bottom of his heart

Nam-ra puts her hand on his shoulder but Su-Hyeok just shrugged her off. Nam-ra sighs and goes to sit in the corner alone.

“I’m sorry Yn.” Su-hyeok whispers wiping his tears

“We have to get out of here. Here take this” Gwi-nam says handing Yn a knife. She hesitantly takes it and follows Gwi-Nam’s lead.

“Slice any zombie that comes our way” Gwi-nam says making her nod 

On Gwi-Nams count, the two ran through the school halls avoiding every zombie that came their way. As the two ran up the stairs Yn trips on the stairs

“Yn!? We don’t have time for your clumsy ass!” Gwi-nam says

“Shut the fuck up!” Yn says kicking her leg

Gwi-nam peeks around her body seeing that a zombie had grabbed her ankle. Yn continues to stomp her foot on the zombies faces

After about four kicks the zombie was tumbling down the stairs but quickly gaining its strength to chase the two.

“Let’s go!” Yn shouts grabbing Gwi-nam’s hand and running up the stairs

The two run some more avoiding more zombies.

“In here!” Gwi-nam says opening the door to the principal’s office. The two rush in killing every zombie in the room.

Yn’s chest moves up and down as she looks around the room at the body’s on the floor. She sigh throwing the knife to the side sitting down at the big desk.

“Shit I’m tired” Gwi-Nam says

Yn was silent just thinking of her brother, bestfriends, and boyfriend. She should be holding hella grudges right now but she couldn’t in this situation. She just wanted them to be alive

“Hey, idiot! Look around for something to eat” Gwi-nam says pulling on one of her puff balls. She smacks his hand away rolling her eyes

“Don’t you know not to touch a black girls hair?” She asks

“Yeah I know, you were pretty serious about it back when we were friends” Gwi-nam says

“So don’t touch it” Yn says

“Just look for food. I know it has to be a mini fridge or something” Gwi-nam says

The next day, On-jo wakes up to Cheongsan looking out the window.

“Nobody came” he says

“They’ll come” On-jo says

Cheongsan scoffs and walks away from the window. Soon everybody was starting to wake up.

“Hey, Cheongsan” Su-hyeok says

Cheongsan looks up to See Su-hyeok standing in front of him holding a purple bookbag with colorful pins and patches. He recognized it. It belonged to yn.

“How’d you get this?” He asks

“She…told me to hold. Thought you might want it” Su-hyeok says

Cheongsan slowly reaches for the bookbag slowly opening it. Cheongsan sadly smiles at the things she had in her bag. Nothing school related just the things she felt like she needed

He pulled out a picture out of one of the pockets. It was a picture of him and her when they were kids. Their parents had took them to the beach and the two of them had a “sand fight”. Sand got in both of their hair and it was all over their skin

Cheongsan laughed at the memory,a tear dropping onto the photo.

Yn woke up to a lot of talking. She groans turning over on the couch

“Gwi-nam stop talking to yourself” She mumbles

“I’m not! I’m talk to the dumb ass principal” He responds back

Yn shoots up at the mention of an adult. Maybe he could help

“Sir! Have you been here this whole time?” Yn asks

“Yes! Now I need you and Gwi-nam to go and get my car!” The principal says making the two frown

“Yeah no. Not happening” Gwi-nam says

“You idiot kids! Do as your told” the principal says making Yn sigh

“He will be no help” Yn says walking over to the desk. She starts going through it to find something that could possibly help the two out

She was so focus on the task at hand she didn’t noticed the principal and Gwi-nam fighting over his knife.

“Yn come help me tie him up” Gwi-nam says

“No” Yn says

“No?! What do you mean no?!” He asks in shock

“Why do we need to tie him up?” Yn asks

“I’m tying him up to protect you!” Gwi-nam says

“Protect me? From what? Him?! He’s harmless!” Yn says

“Yn I swear…if I Die protecting your ass I’ll bite you first” Gwi-Nam says

“Your trippin. There’s literally nothing to protect me from!” Yn says

“Yeah there it is! Those flesh eating things out there! He could be one for all we know!” Gwi-nam shouts

“I am the principal! Let me go!” The principal says thrashing around in Gwi-nams arms

"Honestly sir I don't think titles matter at this point in time" Yn says

"You idiot kids! Do as your told!" The principal shouts. Finally getting out of Gwi-nam’s grip.Before Yn could speak again Gwi-nam raised his knife at the principal

"Whoa Gwi-nam wat are you doing?" Yn asks

"Grab his keys. Me and you are getting out of here he says

“Like hell you are!" The principal says

"Grab his keys then something to tie him with" Gwi nam says

"Uh no." Yn says

"Why not?!' Gwinam asks

"If the police find out a black girl tied him up l'm fucked!” Yn says raising her hands in surrender

"Fine l'Il do it myself" he says. Then the door opens and in runs Cheongsan

"Cheongsan! Great your here help me tie him up your dumbass sister won’t help”Gwi-nam says

Cheongsan frowns at the mentioning of his sister. He looks over seeing Yn. Standing over the desk alive. Well and healthy. Cheongsan starts tearing up walking over to his sister

“I thought you died! I heard a scream” he says wrapping his arms around her

“Oh please! It’ll take more than a couple of zombies to kill me!” Yn says smirking

“Su-Hyeok is crying over you. We have to go” cheongsan says

“Su-hyeok, Su-hyeok, Su-hyeok…what’s so important about that idiot? Huh yn? What’s he got that I don’t?” Gwi-nam asks

“Your a bully…why would she want to be with you?” Cheongsan asks

“Please. Suheyok use to hang with us” Gwi-nam chuckles

“Stop being Human trash. Your not hard” cheongsan says

“Excuse me?!” Gwi-Nam says

“You’ll just always be the bully’s gopher. Your just a loser” Cheongsan says

“I’m not!” Gwi-nam shouts

“Prove it” cheongsan says

Just then Gwi-Nam pushes the knife into the principal’s neck shocking the siblings

Yn gasps as cheongsan lowers the phone. Cheongsan wastes no time grabbing Yn’s arm,running through the hallway.

“Get to the broadcasting room! That’s where everybody is!” Cheongsan says

“No! I’m not leaving you!” Yn says

“Yn stop being stubborn and do what I say!” Cheongsan says

“No!” Yn says

The two rush into the library filled with zombies and Gwi-nam hot on their tail

“Cheongsan! Give me the phone and Yn” Gwi-nam demands

“Give you?! Excuse me?!” Yn asks

“Yn! Come here! I love you got damn it!” Gwi-nam says

“I’m not giving you the phone nevertheless my sister” Cheongsan says

“Shall I kill you for them both?” Gwi-nam asks

“You think I want to be with you after threatening my brother?” Yn asks

“I’ll kill your brother and that punk Su-hyeok if it means I can have you!” Gwi-nam says launching himself at cheongsan on the shelf

Yn watched as the two tussled back and forth. Yn tried her best throwing books at Gwi-nams back.

Yn watches as Cheongsan digs the corner of the phone into Gwi-Nam’s eye. As Gwi-nam was focused on the pain in his eye cheongsan took that as an opportunity to throw him over the shelf

Yn flinches at Gwi-nam’s screams. Cheongsan jumps over to the next shelf grabbing Yn

“Let’s go! Now!” He says as they get up and make a run for it.

“There he is! Someone’s with him!” Dae-su points out

“Who?!” On-jo asks looking at the screen closely

“It’s Yn!” Su-Hyeok shouts

“Are you sure?” Wu-Jin asks

“I think I know my girlfriend when I see her” Su-hyeok says

Nam-ra flinches at the term girlfriend

“That’s definitely her!” Joon-yoong says smiling

“She’s not dead!” Dae-su shouts hugging woojin

Everyone in the room start to cheer and jump around.

“Well we have to get to them!” On-jo says

“Yeah, let’s make a plan” Suhyeok says

“They are idiots! Why would they come here! They could get hurt!” Cheongsan says walking back and forth

“Honestly chill out. I bet on-jo didn’t want you to come down here and you still went” Yn says making cheongsan quiet

“Exactly!” Yn says

It was quiet for a moment. Cheongsan takes a seat next to his sister grabbing her hand

“Do you think mom and dad are okay?” Yn asks

“Most definitely! Moms spirt will keep her alive” cheongsan says smiling making Yn laugh

Su-Hyeok gasp as Gwi-nam kicks him in the stomach

“You were always the better fighter than me. You got the girl I want, and for that. I will kill you” Gwi-nam says smirking

“You think Yn will be with you after killing me?” Su-hyeok asks holding his stomach

“SHE HAS NO CHOICE!” Gwi-nam shouts going to punch Su-hyeok but Su-hyeok grabs his hand

“She does! And she’ll choose me every time” Su-Hyeok screams

Gwi-nam growls before snatching his hand away and punches Su-Hyeok in the face.

Nam-ra took the opportunity and jumped on Gwi-nam’s back. The two struggled with each other before Gwi-nam bit her on the arm then threw her to the ground

While Gwi-nam was focused on her. Su-heyok jumped up and pushed him out the window.

All you could hear was heavy breathing and zombie growls

“Yn’s your girlfriend?” Nam-ra asks

“Yeah…come on” Su-heyok says making the girl frown

Yn and cheongsan’s laughing stopped as the doors busted open and in runs their friends closing the curtains so their zombie-fied classmates wouldn’t see them.

“Are you guys okay?!” Cheongsan says

On-jo quickly sends a kick to The boys ankle making him fall over onto the desk

“You idiot I told you not to go!” On-jo screams

Su-Syeok looks over Cheongsan’s head seeing Yn trying her best not to laugh. He smiles before it turns into frown

He slowly walks over to Yn trying his best not to tear up.

“Y-Yn” he says

Yn stops her cackling looking up at Su-hyeok. She smiles pushing her long box braids out of her face. She opens her arms making Su-hyeok run into them

“Yn baby I’m sorry! I-I thought you were dead! I-I thought I lost you forever” Su-hyeok says sobbing into her neck

“Ew your getting snot on my edges!” Yn jokes

“I’m serious Yn! It all happened to quick…I thought you were dead” he says

“Well I’m alive” Yn says smiling

“You don’t know how sorry I am Yn. When we get out of here I’ll treat you to a meal” Su-hyeok says with a weak smile

“I’ll hold you too that” Yn says returning the smile

Su-Hyeok leans in connecting their lips in a passionate kiss.

Nam-ra stood in the back sulking. She really thought she had a chance. She thought,he liked her.

His love for Yn was strong. There was no way she could beat that. Or beat Yn for that matter.

“I’ll never leave your side again” Su-hyeok says rubbing his thumb across yns hand

“Alright that’s enough! Get your sweaty hands off my bestfriend” Joonyoung says going to hug Yn

“I happen to like Su-Hyeok sweaty” Yn says smirking. Su-hyeok blushes while Joonyoung gags

“Gross” he and cheongsan say at the same time

“Uh Nam-ra…were you bitten?” Hyeorang asks making the attention turn to nam-ra

“No! It’s not a zombie bite” Su-hyeok says jumping to her defense instantly annoying Yn

“So what is it” cheongsan says holding up a paper stand

“It’s gwi-nam, he bit her”Su-hyeok says making The two siblings look at each other in shock

“Your lying” cheongsan says

“I’m not!! He bit you didn’t he” su-hyeok says to nam-ra who didn’t say a word

“Baby…Gwi-nam died” Yn says looking at Su-hyeok sadly

“No he didn’t! I fought him!” Su-hyeok says

“No. He died. He fell into a bunch of zombies and was bitten” cheongsan says

“It’s true. I seen it” Yn says

Su-hyeok looks at Yn with a confused face

“You sure it was Gwi-nam?” He asks

“Positive. I wouldn’t lie to you” Yn says looking up at the taller boy

Su-hyeok looks over at nam-ra with a sigh

After a long,dangerous trip, the group made it to the rooftop. After facing disappointment that the helicopter flew away and not looking back for them. Night had fallen and they had to spend yet another night at the school.

After an awkward confession, Joonyoung decided to lighten the mood

“So Yn, Su-hyeok…how’d you two end up together?” Joonyoung asks

Nam-ra’s ear perked up at the question. She too would like to know

“Your my bestfriend, you should know” Yn points out

“But I don’t, so tell us” Joonyoung says smirking

“Well, his English was, and still is, ass! And Ms.park made me tutor him” Yn says making everyone laugh

“My English isn’t that bad” su-heyok says laughing

“It’s terrible. Anyway I would tutor him at my house. The more and more our sessions went on the more and more we fell for each other” Yn says smiling up at Su-hyeok

“You just couldn’t get tutor. You HAD to make my bestfriend your girlfriend?” Joonyoung says in an annoyed face

“I couldn’t help it, she was super cute and super sweet..and super flirty” Su-hyeok says making the group laugh

“How i fount out, I walked in on them making out” cheongsan says rolling his eyes

“Knock first” Yn says sticking her tongue out at her brother who scoffed

The friendly conversation was stopped by the scream of On-jo. Everyone turned their heads in her direction gasping at the sight of a bloody Gwi-nam. Cheongsan and Yn gasp. He was alive

“Cheongsan…give me your eye” he says smirking

“Gwi-nam?” Yn whispers

Gwi-nam turns his attention to the girl smirking.

“Ah,love. Come here” Gwi-nam says smirking as he walks closer to the girl

“S-stay back! Your suppose to be dead!” Yn says holding her arm out

“Ah, I was. But I’m a god and gods don’t die” Gwi-nam says walking closer to the girl

“Stop! That doesn’t make sense! I seen you die”Yn says as he grabs her wrist

“You left me to die. I know it’s not your fault. Your dumbass brother made you leave. It’s okay I forgive. I still love you, you can still be my goddess” Gwi-nam says making Yn shake her head

“Goddes? Gwi-nam wat are you saying?” Yn asks

“Be my goddess and we will rule this school”Gwi-nam says

Su-hyeok grabs yn’s wrist

“She’ll pass” Su-hyeok says. You can see the anger in his eyes

“Ah, Su-hyeok you punk. She can make her own decisions. Leave. Before I kill you too”Gwi-nam says pointing his head to the door

“If I leave she’s going with me”Su-hyeok says pushing the brown skin girl behind him

Gwi-nam sighs before running a hand through his hair

“Yn come here”

“No Gwi-nam. Just leave this little feud is stupid” Yn says

Those words made the mullet boy throw a fit.

“Damn it yn! I love you! Can’t you see. This idiot isn’t man enough for you! He left you for dead to save another girl! He.doesn’t.care.about.you.I’m the man you need! I’ll take better care of you!” He shouts at the top of his lungs

“GWI-NAM STOP! You’ve bullied her friends! Tried to kill her friends! You tried to kill her brother do really think she wants to be with you!?” Su-hyeok asks

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” Gwi-nam shouts pushing Su-hyeok across the roof

He stalks over to the boy grabbing him by his shirt about to punch him but Yn jumps in front of his fist

“Just stop! Just fucking stop! I don’t love you gwi-nam. My heart is with Su-hyeok” Yn says

“Wow. You’d really chose this prick over me in the end? I’m your god Yn!” Gwi-nam says standing up

“Your no god. Your a fucking imbecile. Even during the apocalypse your still human trash” Yn says

“DONT SAY THAT!!”

Hearing that from the girl he loves hurts. She couldn’t feel that way. It was her dumb brother filling her ear with lies.

“I will NEVER love a person like you” Yn says hurting the boy even more

Gwi-nam takes a step back in shock.

“That’s how you feel? So be it….everyone who isn’t cheongsan, Su-hyeok, and Yn leave” Gwi-nam says

Nobody moves.

“You choose this dumb fuck over me? I’ll just have to kill you too”

Hearing this, cheongsan charges at Gwi-nam. He won’t be killing him or his sister.

The group of friends follow his actions and helps him out.

Su-hyeok lands a punch on Gwi-nam just for him to throw him across the roof. Yn runs up roundhouse kicking gwi-nam.

“I loved you, you should have chose me” Gwi-nam whispers to Yn before shoving her, not as hard as he did Su-hyeok.

Nam-ra finally had enough and decided to throw his ass off the roof.

It was quiet as everybody was out of breath and tired from jumping their common enemy

“You okay?” Cheongsan asks checking Yn for any wounds

“I’m fine, are you okay?” She asks making the boy nod

Yn quickly gets up running to be by Su-hyeoks side.

He groans in pain holding his side

“Su-hyeok baby are you okay?!”Yn asks cradling the boy’s head in her lap

“I-I’m fine. Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Su-hyeok ask

“I’m fine” he says slowly sitting up with yn’s help

“Your not! Let me see” Yn says lifting his shirt seeing a purple bruise

“I’m okay Yn I promise” Su-hyeok says standing up

“Your not so stop lying” Yn says grabbing his arm

“As long as your okay I’m okay”Su-hyeok says smiling

“I’m fine. Learn to put yourself first Su-hyeok please. I don’t want to lose you” Yn says with a frown

Su-hyeok grabs her chin making her look up at him

“You’ll never lose me. Thank you for choosing me” Su-hyeok says smiling. Yn returns the smile wrapping her arms around his waist

“I’ll always choose you in the end” Yn says

“It’ll always be you Yn” Su-hyeok says staring into the girls eyes

“It better be” Yn says making the dark haired boy chuckle. He rests his forehead on hers.

“Your so beautiful, I love you so much Yn”Su-hyeok says staring into her eyes lovingly

“I love you too Bare-su” Yn says making the boy chuckle again

Nam-ra watched from the corner as the couples lips connecting for a sweet and passionate kiss. She sighs

As long as he’s happy.

#ambw #ambw fic #black girls are beautiful #black reader #black reader insert #kpop #kpop poc #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #aouad headcanons #aouad imagines #aouad fanfic #aouad x reader #aouad smut #aouad suhyeok #suhyeok imagine #all of us are dead suhyeok #suhyeok x reader #lee suhyeok #gwi nam #gwi nam x reader

[selen0phile-co]

intro 😌

I write stuff(mostly women...) And it's mostly All of Us Are Dead.

I'm Selene, 23 years old, and a bisexual woman with a preference towards women.

l will write about:

-Smut(mainly write this)

-Fluff

-Angst

-All of Us Are Dead(mainly write this)

-Squid Game

-BUCK-TICK

-(G)I-DLE

-AESPA

-XO, Kitty

-Red velvet

-Arcane

-Blue Period

-Most kinks(even monsterfucking!)

I will NOT write:

-Scat

-Watersports

-Noncon(Dubcon yes👍)

-P33d0ph1lia

-1nc3st of any kind

-feet fetish

-armpit fetish

-CBT(cock and ball torture)

-z00pj1lia

NOTE: I do not mind if you have most of these, just not my thing, yk? I will not write p2doph1lia and 1nc4est even for fictional characters because of past experiences. Please respect that.

Final notes:

please be kind to everyone, block if you feel uncomfy, and requests are always open! I'll start posting soon 🤭

#aouad smut #squid game smut #buck tick smut #gidle smut #aespa smut #xo kitty smut #red velvet smut #arcane smut #blue period smut #aouad #all of us are dead #squid game #buck tick #gidle #aespa #xo kitty #red velvet #arcane #blue period #fanfic

[komasworld]

" Heart-shaped strawberries. "

Lee Na-Yeon/Reader.

Genre: Fluff, bit of smut at the end.

Words: 723(I'm so sorry this is short but um I had no motivation💀🤙🏻)

Slash: F/F(Femslash)

Requested by annon

A/N: I'm so bad at writing Na-Yeon I'm so sorry 💔 But I hope this isn't doo doo trash.

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Being Nayeon's friend was great. It really was. Even though she comes off as a spoiled brat, a bitch and an asshole in general, if you get to know her well she's really not that bad. She was enjoyable and good to hang out with.

That is what it felt to you. Though, after a while, you noticed she acted a bit..Different around you.

You could notice the small amount of blush every time you were with her. But you never thought much of it.

That is until today. Today would be a rollercoaster, for sure.

――――

" Just be glad there isn't any school today, you don't have to study, seriously! Just come hang out with me! " You whined through the phone, making Na-Yeon sigh. How could she deal with you? She never knew.

" Okay, dumbass! But if my grades go down I'm blaming you. " She chuckled while closing her study book as the sound could be heard from across the phone.

" Hell yeah! So where should we meet up? " You asked as you walked to your closet. You couldn't go out in only underwear. That would be pretty bad.

" In front of your house is fine, I'll be here soon. " She answered, getting up from the chair she was sitting on beforehand.

" Alright, see you later luv! " You answered in your usual playful tone. God, you really did love her though. It felt sad to call her a best friend.

" See you. Bye. " She answered before she finally hung up. She was excited to hear the sound of your actual voice soon. On the phone, it felt distorted. 

Your voice was like music to her ears.

――――

Your clothes were so simple, yet you still looked absolutely beautiful to her. Her eyes widened a bit, her eyebrows raising as she felt the immense heat from the blood rushing to her cheeks. 

The hanging crop top revealed your stomach area, which did not make it better.

She gulped before her expression went back to normal. Except the fact her blush never faded away.

" Hey Yeon, I brought strawberries! And they're shaped in hearts, because I love you~! " You giggled, moving closer to her face.

Fuck.

 You looked even prettier up close.

" I-Uh- Wh- I um. Love you too. I guess? " She blurted out in slight panic about what to say.

Shit.

" ..You love~ Me~? " Your lips were inches away from hers, your forehead and noses touching. You raised your eyebrow as you continued teasing her.

" I…Um- Wh- " Her eyes moved to your lips. They looked soft, so kissable. 

You obviously noticed. But why would she stare at your lips?

" Lee Na-yeon wants to kiss me so~ Bad! " Your smile grew bigger at her flustered up reaction. You didn't really mean it, but you still found it funny.

" I-I don't! I'm just..Um…" 

An awkward(Not really awkward actually.)silence grew as you waited for her answer. She wouldn't really want to kiss you, would she?

No, her feelings couldn't be the same as yours. Could they?

…

They could. You figured as her lips parted with yours.

Your eyes widened, but slowly shut closed as you placed your hands on her hips.

You felt her arms wrap around your neck as you deepened the kiss.

Your tongue slid to her mouth as it eventually made contact with hers.

Her hand slid to your torso as her other hand rested to the start of your shoulder.

The kiss eventually broke after a couple seconds, a line of drool hanging from your mouths. It seems you were right, Lee Na-Yeon did want to kiss you after all.

After all the hints, the staring in class and faint blushes around her, you finally realized she did love you back.

" …Shit. That was- " Na-Yeon started, but she wouldn't continue her phrase.

Your hand reached up her skirt, making a gasp escape the mouth you had just kissed so, so passionately.

" Fuck…Just- Don't go too hard. My parents will probably be here soon- Dumbass. " She groaned, tossing the strawberry basket elsewhere as she placed on of the slices in your mouth.

She kissed you again, taking the strawberry away in progress.

" You thief! I'll need to punish you, little criminal. " You teased, your hand sliding slowly to her crotch.

" Sure, go ahead and punish me you cop. "

#lee na yeon #aouad #aouadfluff #aouad smut #lee nayeon #lee nayeon x reader #aouad x reader #fluff #smut #femslash #f/f fic #this is so bad #so badly written #i'm sorry

[veerapii]

Read My Gwi-nam x Reader book on Wattpad.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/313016274?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=jeniloveban&wp_originator=6bhJvDuoFmhMOZAJPY1eG556CMoebZl8CwfOqsAZZVvbeaxEzKVpLWOlZYl4oHmrexqseoArFp%2FfERHKZf%2FpM0dQwDseBb48tYxaVGX1Tls8PriQlAtxZ%2BkAU49SIhuO

#all of us are dead #gwinam smut #yoon gwinam #kdrama #yoon gwinam x reader #aouad x reader #aouad smut #aouad #wattpad #book #fanfiction #yoo insoo #kaelovet

[allofusaresimping]

Hi y’all, I’m back! I got locked out of my account cuz stupid me forgot the password AND email…damn. But anyway, since AOUAD is coming back for another season, I’m all here for it! I’m a little rusty on the characters but I’m rewatching it as I type! Here’s just a reminder of my rules and what I write, etc!

THIS LIST OF CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR IS LIMITED RN BECAUSE I NEED TO GET ACQUAINTED WITH THE SIDE CHARACTERS AGAIN.

Who I write for (boys) (for now)

* Suhyeok

* Cheongsan

* Gwinam

Who I write for (girls) (for now)

* Nayeon

* Namra

* Onjo

All characters are aged up!

What I write about:

* Smut

* Fluff

* Angst

* Or all of the above ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

* Fem! Or GN! Reader ONLY, no Male!Reader because I really don’t know how to write as a dude T^T

* Character x Reader

* Character x Character

Feel free to request anything! I’ve missed this fandom so much ;-;

#all of us are dead #aouad #aouad imagines #aouad fanfic #aouad x reader #all of us are dead smut #all of us are dead imagine #aouad smut

[plentyoffandoms]

Glittery Blue (Final Part) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

is willing to perform anal sex

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Anal Sex. Choking (but barely) Creampie. Oral sex (m receiving) riding. Fingering

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

WC: 2112

Well, it is time for the story to end. I had so much fun writing this.

YN'S POV

"She is staring at us again." Sun-Hee said as we were walking to school. Gwi-nam had something else he had to do this morning, so he couldn't pick me up. Which was fine. Gave my mouth and throat a break at least for a couple of hours.

"Jang-Mi is the one who pushed us away because we are hooking up with Gwi-nam and Myeong-hwan." I said to my friend, after glancing back just in time to see Jang-Mi glare at me. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead once more.

"You know she likes Chang-hoon?" I stopped walking, which made Sun-Hee stop walking. "Really?" I asked her.

"Yeah. She has since we were kids, but never did anything about it."

"Maybe we should tell him to ask her out. Maybe she needs a fucking."

"YN!" Sun-Hee exclaimed, covering her mouth as she gasped.

"Don't you try act all innocent on me. I see the way you walk after "studying" with Myeong-hwan."

She thought about what I said about Jang-Mi needing to get laid, as the two of us walked to school.

"I guess you're right. I'll bring it up to Chang-hoon and see what he says." I changed the subject to me telling my parents I am spending the night at her place again.

It has been a few weeks since I first had sex with Gwi-nam, and any time the two of us are even remotely alone, he pulls me into his lap, taking his cock out of his pants and making me ride him, or him fucking my face.

"You ready for it?" She asked me.

"As ready as I will ever be." I pulled my skirt down a bit further, biting back a groan as I felt the plug in my ass.

"He tell you to wear it all day?" She asked me.

"Yeah. He wants me to be a hundred percent ready for tonight."

"At least he doesn't want to hurt you too bad."

I could have laughed at her sweet comment, but no matter what, his cock in my ass is going to hurt.

No matter how ready I am for it. No matter how long I have this plug in there, stretching me out all day.

Gwi-nam is bigger than the plug, and I know he is just going to wreck me.

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I saw Gwi-nam in our class together. He was waiting for me by the door to the classroom. I smiled when I saw him, instantly getting wet as I wanted nothing more than to take him somewhere and have him fuck me.

He has me hooked.

He is like an addiction to me.

He looked me up and down, and he just smirked at me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against his body.

"Lunch. Car." Was all he said to me before kissing me. Our classmates hurried around us, not saying a word as they didn't want to get on his bad side.

"Come on, you two." We broke apart at the sound of our teacher, who did not look happy to be breaking up another makeout session.

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Thank goodness he drove off of school property for lunch. My hands were flat against the ceiling of the roof of the car, my shirt unbuttoned just enough for him to pull my bra down and wrap his lips around my nipples, taking turns between the two.

My pussy full of his cock as I bounced atop of him. "Still so fucking tight." He groaned as he leaned his head back against his seat, pulling me forward so I was leaning against him.

He wrapped his arms around my body and held me in place as he fucked up into me.

I was basically babbling at this point, to drunk what he was doing to my body, that I didn't notice his hand move to my ass. Not until he started to twist and pull on the plug that is still in my ass.

I cried out his name as I came, gripping his cock with my pussy.

"Fuck." He groaned, willing himself not to to cum inside of my pussy. He fucked me through my orgasm, and then pushed me off of him. I quickly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock just as he moaned at my name, making sure to swallow it all down my throat.

He pushed my head further down until he was in my throat, still coming, mind you. He had to pull my head away from him the moment it all became too much.

I reached into my backpack and took a sip of the travel size mouthwash and popped in some gum.

"You tell your parents?" He asked me as we headed back to school.

"Yeah. Told them I'm not coming home until Sunday as Sun-Hee and her family are taking me up to cottage."

"Good."

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I could hardly pay attention to what was being said in my final classes of the day. I just stared at the clocks, waiting as each second ticked on by.

The final bell rang, and I packed up my stuff and headed to my locker to grab what I would need for this weekend.

I will eventually have to do my homework, but thankfully, it was only some math homework that won't take too long to finish.

I took the usual path to meet Gwi-nam as his car, which he was already waiting at. He was on his phone, probably scrolling through some form of social media.

"You ready?" He asked me without even looking up from his phone.

"Yes."

"Good." He said as he opened the passenger side door. I took one last deep breath, knowing once I step foot in his car, I would no longer be a virgin, anywhere. He may not know this yet, but he owns my body.

No other man will ever bring me pleasure like how he is done. Just the thought of his cock makes my pussy clench around nothing.

The car starts up, and we are peeling out of the parking lot towards his condo.

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Gwi-nam had me folded in half as he fucked me. My own ankles, I was gripping in my hands, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off just enough oxygen that it had me seeing spots.

His other hand was between our two bodies, rubbing my clit, trying and succeeding to bring me to another orgams.

"Shit." He hissed as he pulled out of me, making me moan in disappointment. He let go of my throat as well, but continued to rub my clit. I moaned out his name as I came, tired from being fucked for so long.

"Stay there. Don't move." Gwi-nam said as he got off the bed. I did as he asked. I stayed folded in half, my hands gripping my ankles.

He grabbed some lube that I had not tried to look at, from the bedside table. Before he got on the bed, he quickly snapped the Glittery Blue one.

The final one.

The one to end all of this.

Is willing to perform anal sex.

He got back on the bed, already squirting lube into the palm of his hand. I watched as he wrapped his lubed up hand around his cock and started to jerk it up and down, making sure to coat every inch of it.

"Relax." Gwi-nam said to me as he pulled the plug out of my ass. "I need a photo."

I wanted to say no, but deep down inside, I knew I wanted to see what I looked like.

"There, the before photo before I fuck your ass."

Gwi-nam tossed his phone aside and squirted even more lube onto his hand. I jumped slightly when he placed his cold fingers against the entrance to my ass.

"Relax." He cooed once more. "I am going to be as gentle as possible, but you have to relax." He said as he moved his fingers back and forth inside od me.

I did as he asked and waited for him to finish what he was doing. Once he was satisfied with how much lube there was, he cleaned his hand off with a blanket.

He gripped the base of his cock and placed it at the entrance to my ass. I looked down between my spread legs, watching him watch himself start to push.

I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth, trying to stay relaxed as he inched slowly into my ass.

"That's my girl."

"Taking me so well."

"Made just for me, weren't you?"

I clenched my ass around his cock at what he said. He stopped moving, his head fell against his chest as he let out the biggest, loudest moan I had heard from him yet.

"Don't do that unless, you want me to finish before I get a proper chance to fuck you." He looked into my eyes, and I knew not to play with him, so I didn't move.

"Oh fuck." Was all I said once he completely bottomed out. His hips flushed against my ass.

He didn't move for a long while, probably wanting me to get used to him in my ass.

Gwi-nam then pulled back slightly and thrust back in, testing the waters.

He did this a few times, going a bit harder each time.

"Harder." I whimpered, surprised at myself for wanting him to go harder.

"Harder? Are you sure you can take it?" I nodded my head frantically, wanting him to ruin me.

He nodded his head once, pulled out of me, and dragged me to the end of the bed, flipping me onto my stomach and forcing me onto my knees.

Gwi-nam lined himself up with my ass once more and thrust into me, making me cry out his name, not in pain but with pleasure.

Gwi-nam's POV:

My hands were gripping her hips so hard, trying not to cum the moment I thrust back into her ass.

Her crying out my name caught me off guard, thinking she was in pain, but it was a cry of pleasure.

"Say the safe word if it becomes too much." One nod of the head from her was all I needed to start to thrust in and out of her.

My pace started off slowly, making sure to watch her body and listen to the sounds to see if she was in pain.

"For fuck sakes Gwi-nam, fuck me." She growled out what I can only assume is clenched teeth.

"Hold on, then Princess." Was all I said before I started to really give it to her, making sure to fuck her ass as hard and fast as I could.

She collapsed on the bed, and I followed right along with her, practically rutting into her at this point, but I pulled back and flipped her over onto her back once more, wrapping her legs around my waist to continue our fucking.

"Play with your clit." I said to her, but she was gone. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open with a bit of drool at the corner.

I slapped her tits to bring her back down.

"Play with your clit." I repeated once more, and she pouted by did as I asked.

"Come on, YN. Cum for me. You know you want to cum with me in your ass."

"Need help." She gasped out.

I swatted her hands away and shoved 2 fingers in her pussy, making sure to match the speed of them with my speed of fucking her ass.

"Oh fuck, Gwi-nam." Was all she said could get out before she came so hard, she squirted all over my hand and my chest.

"That's what I am talking about." I groaned, willing myself not to follow right behind her.

But it was too late. With a cry of her name, I stilled and came in her ass for what I am hoping isn't the only time.

"Gwi-nam." She gasped as I filled her.

Once I caught my breath, I pulled out of her, groaning to myself as my cum started to leak out of her ass and onto the sheets below.

I grabbed my discarded phone and took multiple photos of this moment.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, the two of us not knowing what to say.

The bracelets have all been snapped.

Where the hell do we go from here?

Finished

Black (Part 15) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: line through, won't let me tag @thefrogqueen8 @leia2cool @skz-tua-txt-storytimes @withered-rxse @aburned-outgiftedkid @vanillezucker230 @kpopaddict2000 @vanillezucker230 @ihaterule14

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[poisonedprose]

perv gwi-nam who is always trying to sneak pictures of you when you're changing

perv gwi-nam who always drops something when he has multiple things in his hands so he can watch you bend down to pick it up for him

perv gwi-nam who 'accidentally' grabs your waist and slides his hardened cock against your ass when he needs to get past you

perv gwi-nam who can't help but stare in complete jealousy when you eat a popsicle or a lollipop

perv gwi-nam who put cameras in his bathroom so he could record you when you took a shower at his house

perv gwi-nam who would make all the random people he fucked pretend to be you and threatened to kill them if any of them said anything about it to anyone

#! ☣ ₊˚✧ aouad . #gwi nam smut #yoon gwi nam #gwi nam #gwi nam x reader #gwi nam blurb #all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead smut

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Disgustingly vile and evil men with sunshine babygirl smiles>>>

#gwinam #aouad #shadow and bone #interview with the vampire #the darkling #star wars #x reader #smut #ethan landry #scream #Ghostface #slasher community #slasher fucker #slashers #harry potter #tom riddle

[writinganything]

Gwinam Dark headcanons

Warning: Toxic, abusive behavior, nsfw content at some point

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The relationship is toxic, I’m sorry but you know damn well it would be

Maybe he wouldn’t abuse you physically, but he would physiologically

Gaslight

I know he would claim you as his and his only, but not in the good way babe.

“You don’t need friends, I’m already here for you”

When you vent about a fight you had with friends or family he would say things like “I could never do such things to you” “See? I told you they’re not good enough for you”.

He always grab you by the neck

If you try to leave him, he either try to sweet-talk you into not break up or blackmail/threaten you.

“I do all this because I love you”

Love language? He could maybe do act of service

He has a god complex. Come on don’t be surprised we’re talking about Gwinam🧍🏾‍♀️

He would do the thing narcissists do. He spoils you a lot at the beginning of the relationship, then slowly starts revealing his true self.

After you told him to stop bullying, he only stopped doing it in-front of you but still does it behind your back.

Dominant as fuck

This man is into some intense shit during intercourse. Choking, degrading, edging, breath play, blood sometimes, bdsm, blindfold you, gaging, spanking, overstimulation…Sorry I got lost a bit but you get what I mean😭

Favorite thing to do is taking you from the back (not anal) in doggystyle, one hand either pulling your hair or choking the back of your neck and the other one giving you backshots. He would put mirrors in front so you both could look at him fucking you and the expressions on your face.

Easily jealous

Controlling and manipulative

He must know every single one of your passwords and if you want to change them, he has to know what the new ones are

His kisses are always rough

He could do anything for you and that’s not always a good thing…

He’s obsessed with you, like he deadass stalks you.

Sometimes follows you without you knowing, so he knows what you’re up to when he’s not with you

No need to say that no guy approaches you, scared of what he could do to them if he learns about it

Your parents? They’re a bit skeptical about him, but since he always put on the perfect-boyfriend mask when he’s with them, they don’t suspect a thing

Pet names? “Mine” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore”. He sometimes add adjectives during intercourse like “Such a greedy whore for my dick huh?”

During the apocalypse, he wouldn’t hesitate before killing anyone who comes near you two.

After he turns into a hambie, he would definitely threaten you that he’s gonna bite/kill you if you don’t listen to him. You suspect that it’s not true since he protects you, but don’t want to test his limits, by fear he really does kill you

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Humm….Did I went too far?😭 But yeah I think that’s how he would be like. If you don’t like what I wrote DNI please. Maybe I really went too far, but after I read again the other headcanons I realized I sugarcoated him too much so to make it balanced I wrote this.

#all of us are dead #aouad #aouad headcanons #aouad imagines #aouad x reader #yoon gwinam #gwinam #gwi nam x reader #gwi nam smut

[enhabliss]

SOUR-PJS

profiles- 1

y/n : the sister of jeon jungkook, she moved to america when she was a kid to pursue her acting carrer.

yeonjun: the oldest member of txt, met y/n through jungkook. They both became close in a short period of time

yuna: the maknae of itzy, met y/n through social media.

beomgyu: member of txt,also met y/n through jungkook, is the crackhead of their friend group.

wonyoung: member of IVE, met y/n through social media, is the angel of the friend group

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:: y/n never ever imagined her perfect relationship with jay would never even last 1 year just because of a "𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭" the girl he told her to not worry about. But after the breakup, y/n ended up releasing an album called "Sour". Which turns out to be super hit and jay starts to feel guilty...is he catching feelings for her again?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:: (open!) @flwerfield @hoonlv @xuxis-pretty-devil-boy @city-of-lov

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