#yoon Gwi-nam x reader

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Glittery Clear (Part 9) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

wearer will let the snapper "feel up" or touch any body part

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

Warnings: Some swearing. Fingering. Dry humping (yes again, but different). Gwi-nam

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 @dramastream 2nd gif I found on Google images.

Gwi-nam's POV:

I didn't leave my room for the rest of the weekend. Not with the photos and memories of what happened at the party and after the party.

So when Monday morning came along, I woke up nice and early for once and actually drove to her place to take her to school.

I didn't tell her this plan, so to see her shocked expression when she saw me leaning against my car had me hiding a smile behind a smirk.

"What are you doing here?" She snapped at me, her body tense.

"Well shit, I was just trying to be nice and drive you to school." Her body seems to relax a bit at that.

"Fine." Was all she said as she walked to the other side of the car.

The moment we were in the car, it was pure silence. She was angry about something. I actually tried to do small talk, but she wasn't having any of that.

Her body was turned slightly as she looked out the window. Well, this just won't do.

I parked the car and only unlocked my door. She had to wait for me to open her door. I could hear her struggling with the car handle and I waited just a moment to open the door.

As I opened the door, I looked around and noticed that there were a few people around, but they were not paying us any mind.

I held my hand out to her, and she just looked at it. Then at my face and then back at my hand. She hesitantly placed her hand in my mine.

The moment I could, I closed the door and pushed her against the side of my car with my body, my hand gripping her throat.

I noticed that she tried to cover my bites up with makeup, but I could still clearly see them.

"You can fucking thank me for picking you up, instead of acting like a little brat." I sneered.

"I never asked you too." My grip got tighter, but she didn't change her facial expression. I leaned my head closer so I was muttering against her lips.

"Did you even do what I fuckin' asked?"

"Me not wearing underwear? Why don't you check for yourself?" She scoffed.

The one hand that wasn't gripping her neck reached down to grip her ass through her skirt. Her hands reached up, and tried to push my hand off of her neck as I tightened it even more.

"You really are being a brat today. Take them off."

"Gwi-nam," my name fell from her lips as she was trying to gasp for air. I let her go, and she collapsed against the car.

"I better have them in my locker by the beginning of first period."

YN'S POV:

He practically stomped away after he demanded I take off my underwear.

Am I gonna do it? Yes. I wanted to get him riled up. I wanted him to get angry, because fuck, it is hot.

I haven't been able to stop touching myself after what happened on Friday night. When he left me, laying on my bed, my face covered in his cum.

The look on his face as he came will be forever burned in my mind. I even thought about it when my parents came home in the early hours of the morning, waking me up and demanding to know who I brought home.

That I knew the rules about having no boys come over without at least one of them home.

I quickly explained that I left the party early, and Gwi-nam drove me home. That I invited him inside our home because he was a friend who needed to use the bathroom.

I continued the lie as I told them he all of a sudden felt sick, and I had him lay down on my bed since the couch wasn't long enough for him to stretch out.

They said they believed me, but I knew they still had their doubts, but I still kept with the same story every single time they asked about it.

Sun-Hee and Jang-Mi, on the other hand, when I saw them yesterday at the mall, they were questioning why the hell I was seen all over Gwi-nam at the party and why I was seen leaving with him.

"We are just having some fun." I told them.

"Really? Fun with him?" Jang-Mi asked.

"Yes. He is fun and exciting. I never know what is going to happen."

"How the hell did this....whatever it is, even start?" Sun-Hee finally asked the question.

So I lied again.

"You know how he was always staring at me? Well, I confronted him and here we are."

The two of them looked at one another and seemed to talk to each other with their eyes. "So what are? Are you dating? Just friends?" Jang-Mi questioned.

"I don't know. Like I said, for now, we are just having fun."

Speaking of the two, they came running towards me, talking about how they needed to borrow my Math work to make sure they did it correctly.

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I didn't get to put them in his locker by first period or second. I was too distracted by my friends and forgot about it until I saw him leaning against my locker.

The look of anger on his face had people practically running past him. I just walked past him, with my head held up high.

I expected him to walk behind me, but he walked beside me and put his arm over my shoulder.

He then directed me into the boys' bathroom. The few male students that were in there looked at us and then at Gwi-nam.

They practically ran out of the room. Even one guy came running out of a stall, zipping up his pants.

Gwi-nam locked the door once we were alone and stalked towards me. I was leaning against the sinks, and he turned me around, so I was facing the mirror and made eye contact with him in the mirror.

We didn't say anything as he flipped up my skirt. I heard him mutter something under his breath. I just gave him a confused look.

"Snap the glittery Clear one, now."

"No." I knew what that meant. Wearer will let the snapper 'feel up' or touch any body part.

"No? Okay." He reached up and ripped open my shirt. I gasped when I saw the buttons go flying.

I was going to say something when he placed his hands on my breasts and started to play with them.

I flung my head back against his chest, and he wasn't looking at me, but focused on what he was doing as he watched himself in the mirror.

"Look at us."

I did just as he asked, and I watched as his one hand trailed down my chest, down my stomach. He moved my panties to the side, and my mouth fell open as he inserted one finger in my pussy. I heard him curse under his breath.

"Just fucking soaked aren't you." Not even a question, just a statement.

"You like me manhandling you? Like it when I take control?" He inserted another finger, and I had to cover my mouth to stop the squeal from being too loud.

"I gotta feel you." I cried out as his fingers left my pussy, missing the feeling of being full by his hand.

He pushed me further over the sink, and he pulled my panties to the side once more. I felt him prod my entrance, but he didn't slip in.

His cock is now fully lodged against my pussy, and he started to move back and forth. I made eye contact with him as dragged his cock.

"Shit, it is like we are fucking. I should fuck you right here. Let everyone hear you scream my name." I whimpered. That is all I could do.

Gwi-nam was hunched over my back as he gripped my hips. He was kissing and biting my neck and shoulders.

Then he pulled himself straight up and pulled me back. He kept one hand on my hip as he reached up and gripped my chin and turned my head, and kissed me hard. He bit my lips, and I swear I could taste blood slightly.

I didn't notice his hand left my hip until I felt it against my clit. I squealed against his mouth as he quickly brought me to the edge.

He moved my panties to cover me as he was still nestled against me. Just in time for him to cum.

My mouth fell open at the feeling of him coming. He groaned out my name. The two of us stood there as we tried to catch our breaths.

He pulled his softening cock out of my underwear. "You still want them?" I asked jokingly.

"No, keep them this time. I will be checking in the car."

"The car?"

"Yeah, I am driving you home. Now, clean yourself up and go and get something to eat."

I looked down at my ripped shirt and was going to say something sarcastic when he thew his shirt at me. He was wearing a black shirt underneath.

"My car, right after the bell rings. No stopping."

Pink 18+ (Part 8) ♣︎ Blue 18+ (Part 10)

[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

[written-in-flowers]

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.

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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

[writinganything]

HI sooo I was wondering if you could write Soft Gwinam x reader from all of us are dead like in the apocalypse and like how it would go with those two like what would they do when he turns into like half zombie thing stuff like that (I don’t know if you do Soft Gwinam so sorry if you don’t😭😭😭)

Sorry I’ve left Tumblr for a bit but here it is

Warnings: Kinda depressing, talking about kys

He’d protect you at all costs

I feel like he would ask you if you want to become a halfbie like him. If you do, he would bite you the less painful he can. If you refuse, he’d still respect your decision.

He kills every zombies in a room and throw them out before hiding you there because he knows you would be too scared to stay near them even if they’re dead

He’s the one to go find food for you to eat

One day, when he was cuddling you to sleep, he confessed on how if something ever happened to him he wanted you to take his knife and look for Cheong-San and everyone else. Because even if he does everything to keep you happy and safe, what if something happens?

If you know your constellations/stars ect, I imagine you teaching them to him at night when the sky is clear. It makes the world stop for a while and you guys forget that flesh eating monsters are hunting you down.

He tries his best to make you forget about the apocalypse I could say. He goes to find food for you to eat, take a shower if it’s available and keep a conversation.

He teaches you how to survive

“I would still love you if you decide to go with them you know?…” he said one day, referring to the other survivors. He gets insecure about himself on if he can really protect you and that you must find him annoying or smtg but you always comfort him.

But after all this time in an apocalypse that didn’t seem to be ending, you were getting tired. Seeing your old friends now laying chasing you around to make you become one of them or laying dead on the ground was becoming too much for you to handle and your mental health had deteriorated. You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks and despite your efforts to keep it up…giving up didn’t look so bad.

Plus, your boyfriend’s rivalry with Cheong-San was upsetting because it was all he could talk about sometimes.

Ofc when Gwi-Nam saw your state, he blamed himself and damned the whole world for letting this happen.

The same night, you had an argument with Gwi-Nam.

You tried talking to him about how he should stop blaming everything on Cheong-San and because you were becoming sick of it, but he didn’t listen and took it personal. This soon transformed about your mental state, then how dangerous it was outside, then how he wants to make you join them to make you happier.

Then you started getting angry at how he wasn’t making any sense. He hated Cheong-San but wanted you with him and his friends??

“As long as you’re safe, I’m surviving and if I have to leave, I will” is the last thing he said.

The next day, you thought he was taking you out to take a shower like he usually does but instead, he took you somewhere else.

And there, there was your friends. Still alive.

You ran toward them, happy to see them and when you turned around, Gwi-Nam wasn’t there anymore.

Time went by and you missed your boyfriend, wondering how he was doing and where he was. The only updates you got were from Cheong-San.

Until there wasn’t any updates anymore. Cheong-San and Gwi-Nam were dead. From an explosion.

[unbloomedrose]

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No plagiarism

This is pure a fictional story as I wrote this from my own ideas

No hate or anything towards the characters

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Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed

Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and checked my arms while looking in my eyes

Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no

Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say

nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him

What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.

I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me

It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again

You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said y/n ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention

"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them

Y/n ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me

No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again

Don't go i believe you

I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there

Shit

I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down

Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze

I'm ---",i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion

I've never seen you here before?..

I'm a new transferred student from ___", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face

Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him

It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me

Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something

Where do you think you going ?

[iheartcake123]

Hii, i like your Gwi Nam postsss, i have a request, can you do a "Gwi Nam x Reader" Where Gwi nam was already a Hambie and he is crying and sad because he can't find y/n around and once he found y/n he hugged her immediately and crying because he misses her, like they were close friends when the zombie apocolypse was still not spreading but because of he was a bully, y/n didn't wanna be friends with him anymore but Gwi nam changed and apologized to y/n, he tried his best to get along with Cheong san and the others and also confessed to y/n and accepted it?

Here is your request <33 i didn’t know how to end is so sorry about the abrupt ending💀

☁️missed you-yoon gwi-nam☁️

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gwi-nam had searched the whole school, yet he just couldn’t find you. the fact that he hadn’t seen you as a zombie gave him some hope but his hope was running thin.

tears brimmed his eyes as he thought about you, the last time you both spoke was when you decided not to be friends with him anymore. when you found out he was a bully, you instantly cut him off. you didn’t want to be friends with someone who hurt people.

gwi-nam missed you like crazy. when he became a hambie, it was an eye opener for him. he’d been given a second chance to change and it would start by making things right with you.

“where are you” gwi-nam whispered under his breath holding back tears as he was unsuccessful in finding you yet again.

it had been days since he’d last even seen a human being. with a sigh, he decided to try once more. he couldn’t give up easily. gwi-nam dragged his feet up some more stairs and headed down the hallway, he entered the first classroom on the left which was the music room. as his eyes scanned the room all he could see was zombies.

with a sigh be turned on his heel to leave but he then noticed a familiar smell. it smelt like you. your perfume was very distinct as it was very floral and sweet. a glint of happiness filled gwi-nam as he then went to look around the room, maybe you were hiding behind a desk?

after searching, he still couldn’t find you.

and that’s when he heard it.

your voice.

it was extremely quiet but with his new hambie senses, he could just about here you.

you were talking to yourself. about a plan to get to the roof.

“if i wait for the coast to be clear, i could maybe slip past the zombies when they aren’t looking” you were muttering to yourself.

gwi-nam let out grin as he then approached small closet that was in the music room.

he knocked on the door gently, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to bring attention to the zombies in the room.

when you heard the knock, you instantly froze. had zombies figured out how to knock?

with a gulp, you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anything. silence. and then you heard it.

gwi-nam’ voice.

never in a million years did you think you’d be excited and happy to hear his voice again. but, what was he doing standing there and leaving himself a target for zombies?

“y/n is that you?” his voice was soft.

you quickly unlocked the door and pulled gwi-nam in before locking the door again.

“you’re an idiot you know that? standing there like bait, the zombies could’ve gotten to you. seriously, how childish-” you began to scold him but immediately stopped speaking once you felt gwi-nam envelope you in a hug.

he was surprisingly warm and you found yourself returning the hug.

“i missed you so much” he whispered into the hug and you sighed slightly “im glad you’re safe y/n”

“im glad you’re safe too” you hummed before pulling away from the hug, when you finally looked at him you gasped slightly.

gwi-nam was missing an eye.

“w-what happened to you?” your brought your hand up to cup his cheek.

you couldn’t help but be nurturing towards gwi-nam. even though you stopped being his friend, you were once really close to him. you couldn’t stop yourself from caring.

“it’s a long story..y/n im so sorry for everything. im sorry for being a fucking bully and im sorry for being a bad person. i should’ve realised earlier but i regret everything, im sorry that my actions broke our friendship off. i care about you so much. please forgive me” gwi-nam took a hold of your hand that you had on his cheek.

you looked at gwi-nam’ facial expression and it broke you. he had tears in his eyes and he was definitely being genuine. you nodded your head, you were more than willing to forgive him. you now also had tears in your eyes and gwi-nam wrapped his arms around you again.

“thank you” he said into the hug and you tightened the hug.

after pulling away, you let out a small smile before rubbing his cheek.

“now tell me, what happened to your eye?” you questioned him and gwi-nam explained it all.

how he killed the principal and how he and cheong-san had gotten into a fight, how he was now a hambie and how he regretted it.

although it shocked you, you knew he trying to better and you could tell how much he regretted all of his actions. you thought about it before telling gwi-nam your plan. which was you were trying to get back to your friends including cheong-san who were now on the roof.

in an instant gwi-nam agreed to help you get to the roof so you both planned how to get to the roof.

you then soon found yourself knocking on the roof door. gwi-nam was fighting the zombies off while you desperately knocked to be let through to the roof.

“guys! it’s me, please open the door!” you yelled through the door and eventually it was opened.

you hastily called out to gwi-nam and you both quickly went through the door before slamming it shut. adrenaline pumped through you as you caught your breath, when you looked up you saw all of your friends stood watching you and gwi-nam.

“y/n why have you brought this asshole with you!?” cheong-san picked up a large piece of wood and held it up like he was ready to his gwi-nam.

you understood why but gwi-nam was going to be better so you instinctively put yourself infront of gwi-nam.

“look, i know you guys aren’t the best of friends but-” you began.

“not the best of friends? this asshole tried to kill me!” cheong-san yelled and you sighed.

“i know…but, i’ve spoken with him and he’s trying to be better. he asked for my forgiveness and i gave it to him. im not asking you to forgive him or to be friends with him..just give him a chance to prove himself” you said your part.

it took a while but eventually your friends agreed to give gwi-nam a chance. the only condition, was that you had to stay with gwi-nam no matter what to keep an eye on him.

you were more than happy to do so, you were just grateful your friends were even giving him a chance.

all of you were waiting for the army to hopefully arrive. you needed saving. a fire was burning in the middle of the roof and you all sat around it in a circle. cheong-san to the left of you and gwi-nam to your right.

“so what’s the plan if the army don’t arrive?” gwi-nam spoke up and cheong-san kissed his teeth in annoyance.

“we haven’t thought of that yet” you answered gwi-nam since no one else would.

“we should all start thinking about that, we can’t trust that they’ll come”

“i know, but we’re all trying to have some hope” you patted his leg.

“maybe it’s time to just breifly start thinking about it though”

“don’t tell us what to do! you just want to get us killed! you’re just the bullies gopher so know you’re place” cheong-san spat at gwi-nam while staring daggers into gwi-nam.

you paused as you noticed gwi-nam’ jaw clench and his fist roll up into ball.

god, this couldn’t be good.

you looked between the two who were glaring at each other now and gwi-bam for a split second looked at you before taking a deep breath in.

he then stood up and walked away into a corner.

“cheong-san please just give him a chance” you sent your friend a small smile before going to check on gwi-nam.

he was taking some deep breaths in and out while pacing up and down.

“that was really big of you to walk away” you told him and he stopped what he was doing.

“im trying to be better, for you” he looked at you and you nodded.

“i promise you y/n, i will be better. this might sound crazy to you but, y/n i care for you a lot. i didn’t even know it was possible to care this much for someone. i missed you so much and now that im here with you i feel things” gwi-nam was now standing directly in front of you.

your heart began to beat fast.

“i feel things that i’ve never felt for anyone before. y/n i love you and want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?” gwi-nam finally admitted while placing a hand on your cheek.

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard as gwi-nam rubbed soft circles on your cheek. you then let out the biggest grin while nodding.

“yes. a hundred times yes” you told him.

in an instance, you leaned in and pressed your lips onto gwi-nam’ lips. he kissed you back and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as your hands rested on his torso.

after the kiss was over, he rested his forehead onto yours and you both just appreciated each other’s presence.

[nessinborderland]

Hungry for You

Pairing: Yoon Gwinam x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You want to stay alive.

In your school, zombies roam the halls and death is certain. Unknown to you, a bigger threat lingers nearby, and he's hungry. Lucky for you, he doesn't want you dead either. He just wants you as dead as he is.

Warnings⚠️ Extremely Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Character Death, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore

Notes: This work was inspired by a request that was sent via my google forms. Thank you to the anon that requested it, this was a fun one to write ;)

If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a heart and reblogging <3

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Plunk! Tink! Bum! Bang!

You can’t listen to that fucking piano anymore. Your head hurts for a multitude of reasons, and the goddamn piano noise just outside is going to make you lose your mind, you’re sure of it.

Who are you kidding? You feel like you have lost it already. The last thirty-something hours have been nothing but a hell straight out of your foulest nightmares, and you can’t wait for it to end so you can go home and sleep the headache away. But that seems something further and further from happening with every passing hour.

A zombie apocalypse. A fucking zombie apocalypse. You can’t believe that something as unbelievable as the dead rising is fucking real. You refuse to believe it.

All you want is to sleep – beyond tired from all the running, the crying, and the fear that still makes your heartbeat race – but that seems to be impossible. Your back and neck hurt from your half-sitting, half-lying position against the wooden closet behind you, and your eyes sting from hours of crying and lack of sleep. You sigh; what you wouldn’t give right now to be safe and sound in your bed.

Tink! Bang! Plunk!

You cover your ears with a grunt and change positions on the bench you’re in, stretching your legs that are starting to tingle from being bent for so long. Your feet collide with your companion’s thigh, and you mumble a quick apology before bending your legs again with a sigh.

“It’s okay,” comes the weak reply.

You glance at the girl in front of you, eyebrows furrowing as you take in her almost catatonic state. Lee Nayeon; that’s her name.

She saved your life.

You had been so close to being a zombie meal, your legs almost giving up on you as you tried to find someone or something, or somewhere that would help you stay alive. You got inside that classroom by sheer luck, and it was by Nayeon’s grace alone that you didn’t die outside that room. If she had never opened the door for you, you would be growling with the other monsters in the corridor, waiting for the chance to sink your teeth into the flesh of the living.

So here you are, you and your companion, seemingly alone in a school that quickly became a death trap, with zombies growling in the halls and a piano grinding on your nerves.

“That’s it, I’m stopping that thing,” you proclaim as you rush to get up, limping on prickly legs as you make your way to the door.

You hesitate, your hand on the handle; is it safe? You know the answer to that: a big, fat, NO.

“What’re you doing?” Nayeon questions, her tone hesitant as she glances at your hand before looking at your face. “It’s not safe.”

“I know,” you say with a nod, followed by a gulp as you take up the courage to unlock the door. The sound of it unlocking makes you slightly jump, and your shoulders tighten as you slowly open the door just a crack. “I wanna stop the noise, that’s all.”

The adjacent room is messy, with broken furniture and musical instruments painting a chaotic scene together with the blood on the floor, but at least it appears to be empty. You are aware of the couple of zombies trapped in the room, their growls making it easier to pinpoint where they are in the dark room. You open the door a little more before remembering that the sliding doors that access the corridor are wide open.

“Nope,” you say to yourself as you close the door again, cringing as it makes a loud noise. You let out a small whimper as the zombies in the room start a wave of agitating noises, no doubt alerted by the sound of you carelessly closing the door.

You hold your breath as you wait for them to calm down, hoping that no zombies were alerted by their ruckus. The last thing you need right now is even more zombies in the area.

“Do you think that the piano will attract others here?” Nayeon’s voice right beside you startles you, and you turn to face her.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m trying to make it stop,” you answer in a whisper, “but I’m scared more will come. The sliding door is open.”

“I’ll help.”

You nod, taking a deep breath before forcing yourself to open the door a second time. Everything seems as calm as before, the growls of the trapped zombies now back to normal. You glance at the lit hallway, relieved at seeing it empty.

“Okay so,” you start, “I’m going to stop the piano while you close the door and keep watch, okay?” Nayeon nods and you give her a brief smile. “Cool, let’s do this then.”

~+

“You were supposed to keep watch!” you loudly whisper, trying your best not to shout your words. You shoot a fearful glance at the door, where new zombies bang against it with all their might, and you feel like sobbing. Fresh blood slides down your arm and drops to the floor, and your whole body shakes as you try not to panic from the burning scratch on your forearm. You see red from how furious you are. “I was almost bitten back there because of you!”

“I’m sorry!” Nayeon pleads with tears in her eyes. “I got distracted and–”

“And I almost died!” You push her then, unable to control your rage as your voice raises in tone. She falls back against the bench, eyes on the video camera in her hands. You feel your anger grow. “And all for a goddamn camera?”

“I said I was sorry, okay?” she snaps, sending you a look that reminds you a lot of the Nayeon you are more familiar with. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, it’s not like they bit you!” You were never friends, or even in the same class, but you always knew her as the preppy rich girl with a superiority complex. And here she is, proving herself as exactly that.

“Fuck you,” is all you say as you remove yourself to a corner of the room, grabbing a roll of toilet paper with shaky hands from a nearby box before sitting back on the floor against the shelves.

You do your best to clean up your wound as you try your hardest not to panic. Is a scratch enough for you to get infected? Is this how you will die? By turning into those awful monsters?

At least I’ll eat her as revenge, you think to yourself before shaking those thoughts away. You don’t want that to happen, doesn’t matter that you almost died because of her recklessness. You want both of you to live. That’s all you want right now.

A sound from across the room makes you look at Nayeon, that is focused on the video on the camcorder like nothing else matters. Some voices and names sound familiar, but you’re too tired and dizzy to focus exactly on what they’re saying. Still, hearing other people brings you some comfort, and you’re dozing off to sleep before you realize it.

~+

A sudden noise startles you awake, and you open your eyes wide to search the dark room, fearing the worst. Nayeon is standing across from you, filling her bag with the food and drinks from the shelves with a vigor you can only describe as desperate. You can still hear someone talking from the video camera.

How long have I been asleep? you ask yourself as you feel your injury burn. A look at it tells you that at least it has stopped bleeding.

“What’re you doing?” you ask her, hating the way your voice sounds. Your head hurts now more than ever, and you consider going back to sleep.

“I’m just–”

She interrupts herself before finishing her words, and you look up at her with a raised brow, sensing that something is wrong but unable to realize what.

“It’s my fault he died,” says someone in the video, grief clear in the boy’s tone. “Please let his grandma know.”

Your eyes widen at the words, and you think you just realized why Nayeon is staring at the camcorder with such intensity, a tremble to her lower lip.

“You know them?” you ask. She nods, and that’s all the answer you need. “I’m sorry.”

You stay quiet, deep in your thoughts as the words in the background go by you. You don’t know these people personally, but their faces are familiar. They are students, just like you. Teenagers with dreams and hopes that suddenly don’t matter anymore. All that matters now is surviving; at least to you. Still, most die, as shown by the dead walking just outside this door you’re hiding behind. Kids are dying in here. Outside the school grounds too, for all you know.

Maybe that’s why no one has come to our rescue after almost three days, you think to yourself, quickly shaking those thoughts away; losing hope won’t help you stay alive.

A beep snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look back at Nayeon to see that the camera has seemingly run out of battery. She’s looking in your direction; but not at you. At something beside you.

You glance in the direction of her stare, relieved and confused by seeing nothing but a wall and more furniture. There’s no one there, but the look on her face makes you believe she’s seeing a ghost.

Nayeon suddenly drops the bag in her hands, and you watch as the look on her face deepens into something you can’t quite comprehend, but looks a lot like grief and regret. She hugs her knees to her chest and buries her face against them. Her shoulders start to shake.

“I killed them,” you hear her whisper in a tone so low you have to force yourself to comprehend her words.

“W-What?”

“I killed them,” she repeats in a shaky voice. “They’re dead because of me.”

Before you can process her words, she stands up and reaches for the bag on the floor, refilling it with food and beverages with newfound vigor before heading for the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” you ask with wide eyes, forcing yourself to get up and follow her. Your scratch still hurts like hell, but at least it has stopped bleeding. That – and the fact that you’re yet to crave the flesh of the living – brings you some relief.

“Got to go back to them,” is all she says as she opens the door and walks out.

You follow, hesitating by the door as you see her peek into the corridor. You quietly walk towards her and pull her by the hand, hoping that the zombies lurking in the hallway aren’t attracted by your presence.

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, trying to pull her with you back inside the room. She shakes her arm off your grip. “This is dangerous!”

“They’re on the roof,” she explains, eyes wide as they lock on yours. They look desperate as she passes by you to search for something near the wall. “They don’t have any food or water, so I’m bringing them some. I have to help–”

Bang!

The sound of a door shutting roughly behind you makes you both jump, and you turn around to look at the source of the noise. Relief floods through you as you see who it is, the sight of seeing someone else alive – even if it’s him – filling you with hope. You had avoided thinking about him at all since this all started, but part of you was sure he was dead. You should’ve known better.

“Gwinam!” you exclaim at seeing the tall boy, a smile gracing your lips as you take a step closer. Your smile quickly drops as you take in his appearance.

Something isn’t right.

He’s covered in blood, white jacket stained red. But that is not what worries you.

“W-What happened to your eye?” you ask, gulping at the expression on his face. You reflexively take a step back as he takes a step forward, the way he looks at you sending a chill down your spine. Something is very very wrong. “Gwinam?”

“What’s that?” he asks instead with a nod in Nayeon’s direction, ignoring your questions.

“It’s… nothing.”

“Well…” he says, passing by you, his eyes locked on Nayeon. “I have to go to the roof. But the door’s locked. So, I’m going that way,” he says while pointing at the window.

You stare at him in surprise; what is going on?

“You’re not a zombie, are you?” Nayeon asks in a hesitant tone, her eyes jumping to you before she focuses back on him. You can see the growing fear in her eyes.

Something is very very wrong.

“Zombie? Fuck that!” You can’t help but flinch at Gwinam’s tone. He might not be a zombie, but he is starting to scare you almost as much as one. He was never kind, but this is not normal – even for him. “So, is that food?”

“Yes, we–”

He interrupts your attempt at claiming his attention. “Are you hungry?”

“Gwinam, what’s–”

“I’m not talking to you, am I?” he snaps at you, turning his bad eye in your direction before focusing back on Nayeon. “Are you, huh? Are you hungry?

Nayeon nods.

“Me too.”

You hear it more than you see it. The scream; the gurgling sounds; the blood spraying the room – spraying you – and dripping onto the floor.

The look on Nayeon’s face as Gwinam buries his face in her neck and starts to feed.

It all happens so fast that you have no reaction but to freeze for the first few seconds. Your heartbeat quickens and your knees tremble, and you do anything but stare as Gwinam pulls Nayeon to him before biting into her neck with a disgusting, wet sound. Blood spatters and dribbles onto the floor as you watch him feed on the girl like she’s nothing but a bag of blood, the slurping sounds coming from his feeding making you retch as you double over and fall to your knees, eyes unable to leave the carnage in front of you.

You see the moment life vanishes out of Nayeon’s eyes, her body going limp before falling to the ground. Then slowly, he turns to you, and your eyes lock.

“What about you,” he takes a step forward, a gory smirk on his bloodied face. “Are you hungry?”

You have to run, or he will eat you too, screams the voice in your head.

He’s so much faster than you. Or maybe your eyes give it away. Either way, he’s grabbing you before you can even attempt to escape.

His strong hands squeeze your wrists in a tight grip, and you gasp as he forces you to stand up and shoves you against the wall with so much force it pushes the air out of your lungs. The look in his eyes is predatory. Hungry.

“Do you have any idea how good you smell?” he asks, leaning towards you to run his nose against your pulse. You jump at his touch, whimpering as his tongue licks your skin. “I bet you taste fucking amazing.”

You’re about to die; you’re sure of it. He’s going to eat you alive, just like he did with Nayeon.

“Please,” you beg, shaking your head in supplication. “Please don’t.”

He laughs. Like you said something funny. Nothing about the last three days has been funny.

“Lucky for you, I’m not hungry anymore,” he says, and you almost relax in his grip. But the look of bloodthirst in his good eye doesn’t let you.

Gwinam was always… complicated, to put it simply. You’ve known him for as long as you’ve attended Hyosan High School. In the beginning, he was just another classmate. Yes, he was cute, but he was also mean most of the time and liked to hang out with the wrong crowd, so you avoided him as much as possible.

Until you couldn’t.

When he asked you on a date – all red ears and avoiding eye contact – you had half a brain to say ‘no’. In retrospect, that’s exactly what you should’ve done, but the younger you was beyond happy to have a boy like you enough to ask you out.

So, you said ‘yes’, a shy smile on your face and the fantasies of a naive girl running through your head as you accepted his request.

Your relationship evolved naturally from there, and before you knew it he was stealing kisses when no one was around and touching your hand when you passed by each other in the hallways. It quickly became something more, with heated make-out sessions that ended with both of you naked and panting.

It was good; until it wasn’t. It broke your heart to end it, but you couldn’t ignore what he did anymore. How his group – him – treated others so badly that they dropped out or hurt themselves. Even to you, he was toxic; jealous, possessive, pushy… It took you some time to realize, but you knew he wasn’t good for you.

That was almost a year ago. You’ve barely said a word to each other since then, but – to your surprise and relief – he never tried to seek revenge after your breakup.

You hope that part of him still likes you enough to keep you alive.

“Are you going to- to eat me?” you can barely choke out your question amidst your sobbing. Funny; you were sure your tear ducts had run out of tears. Apparently not.

“No.” His answer makes you relax just a bit; you know he’s not lying. He’s not going to eat you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to hurt you.

“T-Then are you–”

“I’m not letting you go either,” he says in a decisive tone. That’s when he leans his head to the side, observing you like he’s seeing your face for the first time. One of his hands releases your wrist to catch a falling tear, following its path up your face until his palm is cradling your cheek. It’s surprisingly gentle. “Why are you crying? You never cried before.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whimper, not able to control the tremor in your voice. “Please let me go.”

He scoffs, thumb wiping away your tears.

“Remember when we used to fuck after school? I swear I can still smell you on my sheets. Fuck,” he swears, pressing his forehead against yours. A sob escapes your lips at the proximity, and he chuckles. “You used to make the prettiest noises. I wanna hear you moan like that again. It’s been way too long.”

His body presses against yours at the same time he forces you into a kiss.

“No!” You cry out at the feeling of blood on your mouth and face, gagging when he deepens the kiss. You push him away with all your strength, but he barely budges. “Stop!”

A loud crash from behind you is what finally has him release you. You scream as a hoard of zombies barges into the room, you the clear target of their hunt. Gwinam barely reacts to the intrusion, grunting in frustration as he throws you into the other room before any of the dead can get you.

You fall to your knees as he closes the door behind him, and you do nothing but stare as you hear what goes on outside, the swears of Gwinam indicating that he’s fighting them off in some way. How he’s doing that, you can’t even begin to imagine.

Whatever he is, you’re sure of one thing: he’s not human anymore. Not completely.

The commotion outside lasts a few minutes, and you hold your breath as the last growl gives place to an eerie silence. Then, the doorknob turns, and in comes Gwinam, alive and well despite the blood on his clothes, skin, and hair. You can’t believe he’s alive. A small part of you wonders if he is alive.

You say nothing and stay on the floor, waiting for him to do or say something. But Gwinam barely sends you a glance before walking to the couch and sitting down with a sigh, his good eye closing as he leans his head against the wall.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask after your sobs have subsided. You can’t take the silence anymore.

“Why shouldn’t I?” he scoffs with a shrug, opening his eye to finally look at you. A chill runs down your back at the intensity of his gaze. You want him to look away.

“You ate her.”

“Be glad I didn’t eat you.”

That makes you shut up. You could be like Nayeon right now, body rigid and growing cold as your own blood sticks to your skin. Dead. But you’re not. That’s when you remember the blood in your mouth. Her blood. You rush to clean your bloodied face, gagging at the taste of it on your tongue.

“Are you going to kill me?” You rasp out after a moment of dry heaving.

“Not thinking about it, no. Why? Feel like dying?”

You shake your head, new tears falling down your cheeks. You want to live. You really do.

And that’s why you stand up, eyes not daring to meet his as you straddle his lap, hands hesitantly going on his shoulders as you try not to gag from all the blood on his face. The same blood that is also on your face, even though you did your best to clean it off. The blood that belongs to neither of you.

Without a word, you use the sleeve of your shirt to wipe off the blood on the bottom half of his face. If you’re going to do this, you’re not doing it with Nayeon’s blood on his skin.

He watches you in silence, a light smirk on his lips that only widens when you start to unbutton your shirt, button by button. You can feel his heated gaze on you, burning you in a way that makes you want to press your thighs together. You know what he wants, and you don’t think you have any good options but to give it to him. It’s not like it’s your first time, anyway. Sex with him, if anything, is familiar.

Gwinam’s impatience gets to him, and he’s soon ripping your shirt open, buttons popping to the ground. You yelp as he roughly palms your breasts, ripping your bra apart before pulling them into his mouth. You close your eyes at the sensation of his warm tongue on your nipples, trying not to think about how he was eating someone not even twenty minutes ago.

This all feels like a nightmare, and you want it to end. But fuck, does he know how to touch you.

His mouth trails its path up your chest to the curve of your neck, marking your skin in ways that make you shiver and wonder when he’ll break your skin and turn you into a monster. Just like him.

You shiver at the thought, and he must take it as a sign of enjoyment because he’s pulling you down for another kiss before you can stop him, soft lips roughly forcing yours to respond to him as he tastes your mouth. A whimper escapes you as his teeth graze your bottom lip, his smirk clear as he stops you from pulling away.

So, you quickly give in.

When he breaks the kiss to pull your body under him, you let him. When he lifts your skirt and rips off your panties, you open your legs wider, ashamed of the wetness that shows him just how ready you are to get him inside you. His fingers are rough and fast as he touches you, thumb pressing on your clit as two of his fingers stretch you for him, making you arch your back and sway your hips as you chase more of that shameful pleasure.

“I’ve missed this pretty pussy of yours,” he groans against your ear as you hear him pull himself out of his pants. You gasp as he starts sliding his dick up and down your folds, making you moan every time his shaft bumps against your clit. “Always so wet for me.”

When he finally slides into you, it’s agony; the good and the bad kind, all mixed into one delightful experience. The head of his cock inside you makes you shake and moan in pleasure as he fills you up to the brim, your legs trembling as he lifts them over his shoulders before starting to thrust into you so roughly you have to cover your mouth to muffle your screams.

He doesn’t slow down as he fucks you, hands squeezing your tits as he leans over again to suck at your nipples, your legs still bent over his shoulders just making him fuck you even deeper as the angle shifts. You lay there as you let him use you, eyes closed tight as tears slide down your temples and your palm stops your moans of pleasure from escaping.

This shouldn’t feel this good. But it does. Fuck, it does.

If you try hard enough, you can imagine you’re still dating, and this is just another normal school day where he fucks your brains out after school. He wasn’t always the most giving lover, but he knew how to make your legs cramp from pleasure and make you moan the loudest.

And it seems he hasn’t forgotten how your body works.

“Look at me,” he orders with a thrust so deep it makes you whimper in pain. “Open those pretty eyes and look at me while I’m fucking you.”

You do what he says; that’s when the illusion is shattered. He’s not your boyfriend anymore and you’re not in his room, having sex just like normal teenagers. No.

Gwinam is a monster who just ate another human being and forced you into having sex with him. What choice did you have anyway; dying, just like everyone else? No, that’s not a choice. Not to you.

So, you endure it, all the long minutes it takes him to fuck you to completion, his gaze never leaving yours till the moment he comes with a groan and a shudder, burying his face in your neck. His thrusts get shallow as he comes in you, the feeling of it overwhelming as the weight of this whole situation throws you back into reality.

You just lay there as he comes, wincing at the burning feeling in your core that only grows when he pulls out of you, his cum seeping out of you to stick at your inner thighs. You stay still as he rests on you, your heart beating like a galloping horse as you catch your breath. You’re surprised to feel his fluttering heartbeat against your breast, fast and shallow, but there.

For whatever is worth, he’s alive, somewhat.

You lock eyes again when he finally pulls himself up from your body, a satisfied glint in his eye that shows you how satisfied he is. His features are relaxed and there’s a light smile on his lips, an expression that reminds you so much of the boy you used to date. It brings you some comfort; he won’t hurt you now, will he? You want to believe he won’t.

No words are shared between you as he stands up in all his naked glory, and that’s when you see it; the very gruesome, very recent marks that scar his body. You hadn’t noticed these before, but now they’re very clear in the contrast they make against his pale skin.

He shouldn’t be alive.

“What happened?” you ask before you can stop yourself. You slowly rise to a sitting position, leaning over to grab your mangled shirt off the floor. “What is wrong with you? Your body…”

He halts his movements and his eye narrows.

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” He looks almost offended, like you’re the weird one. “I’m better now than ever before,” he continues as he finishes dressing. “You’re the one that should ask herself what is wrong with you.”

The look he gives you is enough to make you recoil, and you flinch as he kneels before you, grabbing you by the arms with so much force you cry out.

“Please,” you beg, in a shaky tone. “I gave you what you wanted, now let me go.”

He shakes his head as he cradles your cheeks, pulling your face to his.

“You could be like me,” he starts, growing excitement in his voice as he pulls you in for a short kiss that you don’t return. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I don’t.”

“Too bad,” he shrugs, followed by a low laugh. “It would be a waste to watch you die. I can do you one better.” The grip on your face tightens slightly, and you tense under his touch.

“Gwinam–”

The feeling of his teeth on your neck feels like blinding pain. He moans as you scream, trying to push him away, but he acts like you’re not even trying. You can feel it in his grip, the moment he tastes your blood. You’re going to die; you can feel it.

“No!” you cry out, thrashing against his hold.

He stops then, pulling away from your neck with a groan, mouth covered with your blood. You shakily cover the wound, eyes wide as you take him in, breathing deeply with a satisfied smirk on his lips. You shake as the feeling of pain intensifies, the blood running down your still naked chest warm against your cooling skin. You’re terrified, and you know he can see it in your eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he says as he forces you to lean back, long fingers brushing your hair from your face. “You’re gonna thank me for this later, I promise.”

“Am I-am I going to die?”

“Nah,” he laughs, kissing your trembling lips. “You will live forever. We will. Together.”

[quack-quack-snacks]

The Star Crossed Masterlist

Lee Su-hyeok x Fem!Yoon!Reader

Author's Notes: For the sake of fanfiction - and this applies to all of my aouad stories unless stated otherwise - we shall make it so that Gwi-nam never sexually assaulted/harassed Eun-ji and neither did his friend group because what they did WAS SA/SH and I feel like so many people gloss over that fact. They have never SA/SH anyone and are just regular bullies who just harass and beat people up normally. In this story, Gwi-nam and his friends are all seniors instead of juniors as I’m pretty sure they were juniors in the show.  Warnings: Violence, zombies, slight bully!Su-Hyeok in the beginning, (maybe) ooc Gwi-nam, extra extra fluffy fluff, (more to be added as the story progresses)

My Navigation and Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

Being an outcast based off of the boy you are the younger sister of for the entirety of your high school experience has been a roller coaster of emotions. Even more so when you include the fact that the only person who doesn’t treat you differently is the ex friend and fellow bully of your older brother. When the zombie apocalypse begins, when feelings arise and friendships are made, you begin to realize life isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Funny how you only learned that while the world was ending.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 Coming Soon!

I am taking a hiatus for a little while but I’ll get back to the series soon (hopefully after my finals stop)!

[willori-writings]

Hidden in a classroom together.

Yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader

Warnings:fluff, cringe(?), cute stuff, cold but soft gwi-nam, blood(ig?), swearing/language

I was currently running as fast as i can and trying my hardest to avoid getting bit by zombies. I was hoping and trying to find an empty classroom to stay for awhile. I got separated from the group a little more than a while ago, I kept running until i found an empty room, a music class quite like room. I went in and closed the doors as soon as possible and blocked it with chairs and tables but while doing so, a mirror dropped and shattered. I looked around for any signs of zombies, and nothing.

As i was finished i sunk down to my knees and cried for some time until i set my hand down on my side and surprise, surprise, there was shattered glass from the mirror that fell from the wall earlier. Oh great.As i looked down on my hand there was so much more blood than i thought and it was stinging so bad, i looked around for something to wrap it up in until i hear a clink on the window.I looked at where the sound came from and was shocked to see, Yoon gwi-nam?! Wait, he was still alive? I asked myself while looking at him opening the window.

I step backwards and try to look for something to protect myself with, and i found a big piece of shattered glass on the floor. I quickly picked it up and pointed it to gwi-nam who was now inside of the classroom, oh jeez why does this guy look like that?

"What do you want?!" i asked him harshly, still pointing at him with the glass in my hand.

"Nothing, really. I just smelled something really sweet, so i followed it. Then it lead to me, finding you so, yeah." he said looking at me with the same cold expression he always has everytime.

"How did you smell me? That's just fucking weird."

I said with a lace of aggressiveness still prominent in my voice.

"Did you get bit or anything? I asked him my voice getting more defensive.

"Yeah, i did actually." he asked still with the same expression as before. As he slowly walked towards me.

"What the fuck?! Stay away!" i asked getting more nervous and aggressive while pointing the glass at him.

"Hey, hey calm down okay? I got bit like two hours ago, im fine alright? Im immune." he said looking at me with a genuine expression this time.What the hell did he just say, he's immune? No, that can't be right in any way hell no.

"Hell no! Why should i believe you? Asshole!!" i yelled at him, and his expression quickly dropped.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he said looking directly at me, it sent shivers down my spine.

"Asshole! You're an Asshole!!" i said still pointing the glass at him. He quickly went towards me and grabbed the piece of glass throwing it on the ground and it shattered of course, there goes my weapon. Im so done for.

"Listen here sweetheart, im not gonna eat you or anything, i went here cause i heard crying and smelled something sweet. My senses are higher than the average senses of a human being, but i can still control myself, don't worry ok?" he said genuinely, that was new but i can't help but feel the tingling feeling in my heart when he gave me that nickname.

"O-ok, i believe you i guess" i said still flustered by the nickname, he looked down on my hand and saw blood. He gently touched my hand and brought it up to his face for inspection. He took of the pieces of glass stuck in my hand and let go of my hand for a second, ripping a piece of his shirt underneath the white jacket he had on and wrapped my wound in it. His actions caused a bunch of butterflies to erupt in my stomach, he was being so gentle and nice, which was something i would least expect from gwi-nam, but im not complaining.

"Hey sweetheart, have you eaten yet?" he asked me.

"Uh not yet, i wasn't able to find anything cause zombies would pounce on me if i went out alone."

"Here, take it." he said handing me a bag of food where did he get this from and why is he giving it to me?

"Uhm, thank you, why did you give it to me though. Are you not hungry?" i asked him, he nodded his head slightly.

"Yeah, im not hungry and i eat human flesh now."He said looking at me.

"You're not gonna eat me, are you?" i asked him, slightly nervous of his response.

"Nah, im full and i wouldn't want you to die anyway." he said looking at me in the eyes.

"You, don't want me to die?" i asked him, he nodded his head no with a slight smile and pink hue on his face. I crawled over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He froze in his place unable to move. I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

"Why wouldn't you want me to die? I mean don't you like, despise me or something?" i asked him holding his shoulders. He avoids my eyes as he rambled.

"Because i like you alright? I wouldn't want you to die because who would i annoy now? Who would i admire in class? Who would i love now? I just wanna protect you." he said, daring to look into my eyes, he saw shocked expression on my face but quickly faded into a grin.

I grabbed his face and kissed him, his lips were cold against my warm ones but it still felt, good and passionate. I pulled away to look in his eyes but only to be interrupted by him pulling my face again for another passionate kiss. We both pulled away for a breather.

"I, like you too gwi-nam" i said with a grin on my face and pulled him in for another kiss, i felt him smile against my lips, i felt my heart melt at that and we both spend the rest of our time in each others presence, while still trying to survive the zombie outbreak.

Second writing, this is a bit more longer than my past one so, i hope ya guys like it!^^

[plentyoffandoms]

White (Part 5)

wearer will flash what they have

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

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. Mentions jerking off, but nothing descriptive. The use of the word slut.

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 @dramastream 2nd gif @soledadytorturainfinita

YN'S POV:

I could hardly focus in science as my mind kept replaying what happened earlier. I tried not to think about how he felt against me as I moved my hips.

His words are playing back over and over again as I tried to take down proper notes for the upcoming test.

"Just like that pretty girl. Fuck, you are soaking me."

As I leave the science room with my friends, I can feel how sticky my thighs are. I try to think of anything that would help calm me down, but I see Gwi-nam leaning against a set of lockers.

He is laughing at something that Myeong-hwan must have said, and I can just make out bits of their conversation as I went by.

Talking about some party that is being thrown tonight. I have no urge to go as I am not one for parties, but Jang-Mi and Sun-Hee have been talking nonstop about this party.

Apparently, Myeong-hwan throws some of the best parties around. No one misses it, and if you do, you may be the next person that gets put on their radar. The cops get called, but they never show up.

"Why is that?" I asked the two of them.

"His Dad is the Chief." I was told. That makes sense on why they don't come when they are called.

I went to my next class and I had to pay attention in class this time. Mr Hak decided to do a pop quiz today.

I finished early, and we were allowed to leave so as not to disturb the other kids who were still taking the test.

I went to my locker to change out books for my upcoming classes, when I saw my underwear that I gave to Gwi-nam, folded as neatly as he could do, on top of my books.

I grabbed them and noticed that there was a fresh stain on them. I looked at them, wondering what the hell it was when I remembered he didn't finish earlier. He told me that he was fine.

I felt my pussy clench at the thought of him jerking himself off into them. I wonder what else he did with them?

But I hid them in my pocket and grabbed the books I needed for this afternoons class. I went to the washroom and put on the panties.

What the hell has he done to me? Just a few weeks ago, the thought of this would have grossed me out, but not today.

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The day is finally over. The school week is done, but I needed to go to the library before I head home. I still haven't picked a topic for my history essay, and one of the stimulations is that the book must be from the school library.

As I was browsing the history section, I could hear the few students that were still here, leaving. I didn't pay them any mind, but did find it odd that every single one of them left at the same time.

I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't have time to turn around to see who it was as they slammed both of their hands against the shelves on either side of my head.

I felt their breath on my neck and was starting to panic when I heard him say my name. "YN, did you like my gift I left for you in your locker?" He asked me as I turned around.

"Yes. I see you added to it as well." Our faces were extremely close. "Yeah, I figured you like that." I felt my body heat up at that, and I have no idea why.

"What did you do with them, may I ask? Throw them away?" I shook my head no, which he gave me a surprised look.

"No? Then what did you do with them?"

I was going to tell him but then I had a better idea. I held up my arm.

Gwi-nam's POV

I watched as she held up her arm, and all she said was, "White." Okay, I tried to rack my brain to remember what the White one meant.

Wearer will flash what they have.

I quickly snapped the white one off her arm and placed it in my pocket with the other ones.

"Either step back or get on your knees, Gwi-nam."

I got on my knees, letting her feel like she was in charge of this whole thing for once.

"Next time you're on your knees for me, pretty girl." I said to her as I placed my hands on the hem of her skirt and bunched it over her hips.

I groaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard me. She was wearing the panties I jerked off into earlier.

She didn't try to clean them, I could see my cum stain clear as day. "Fuck me, who knew you were such a filthy slut YN."

"You want to know what I was thinking about when I did this?" She nodded her head shyly but looked away when I stood up. I let her skirt fall back into place as I gripped her chin to look at me.

"The same position we were in this morning, but nothing in our way. You bouncing on my cock, me choking you as I make you cum. That tight fucking pussy milking me dry as I cum deep inside of you. But what finished me was the thought of me finishing down your throat as you looked tearfully up at me."

"Gwi-nam," She breathed out my name before I crashed my mouth against hers in the most heated kiss we've had.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer to her. My own hands were making their way down her back to grip her ass once more.

But then there was a throat clearing not far from us. I groaned as I pulled away and looked to see the librarian bitch looking at us with disapproving looks.

"Leave before I write you up." Was all she said. She probably wanted her day to be done and over with and didn't want to write up a report on us.

"I'll see you at the party tonight." I said to her before I left her standing there to deal with the librarian on her own.

Glittery Purple (Part 4) ♧ Purple (Part 6 )

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ touchy, feely

yoon gwi-nam x gn!reader

warnings: pre apocolypse, nsfw, perverted nsfw, uncommon pet names (babydoll, lollipop), curse words

masterlist

based off perv but can be read as a stand alone

You were stood between two tables in the lunch room. Your friends chatting to you about their previous classes. The room was loud, everyone having the same idea as you and your friends. 

You gasped when you felt hands graze your waist and a hardened object on your ass. "Sorry, babydoll." You recognized the voice that belonged to Gwi-nam. His mouth hovered over your ear after whispering his apology. 

He took his time squeezing past you through the tight space. "You coulda said 'xcuse me." You bit your lip and tried not to acknowledge the uncomfortably hard object. "You were just so interested in your conversation, I didn't wanna interrupt." 

He finally slid past you, his hands no longer on your waist, but they still felt like they were. "Sorry, lollipop." He winked. "It's okay." You quietly forgave. He turned around, heading to where he was going before your exchange.

You watched as he talked to his same jerkass group. He looked over at you while he was mid-conversation and you quickly looked away, with a blush coating your cheeks. You could feel the smirk he was sending toward you burn into your body.

[stxrryk]

Gwi-nam with a reader who’s very touchy? Like she can’t get her hands off him TYTY <3 😇

yes, I wrote it the way you wanted it or I thought it was fine. a little short, here!♡

— drabble gwi-nam x fm!reader | master list

—⁠☆—cw: swearing(not too bad), mild violence.

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Again everything happened. As you gently waved at Gwi-nam, he just ignored you rolling his eyes, which by the way you were already out of sight. As usual, you prepared lunch for the break, properly separating the portion for you and the boy. "Good, here it is!" Lifting your hands, you gave a sincere smile to Gwi-nam, who looked at you with displeasure and arched an eyebrow, returning his attention to the food in the bowl. Maybe he would accept it if you complimented him, by the way, you had very silly ideas just like he thought. Before you could say a word he had yanked the bowl out of your reach at the same time an evil smirk was on his face, taking advantage of the situation and eyes glazed over you, waiting for some move to make. Agreement. . with what the bully wanted. But nothing turned out as he had hoped, you put absolutely all your effort into the cafeteria, seeing all the people and students around you laughing and whispering, stopping to think, you were just a lovesick fool. You thought. So you were standing there with your eyes full of tears, which looked like they were going to fall at any moment, not that that was important to anyone right now, let alone you. For a while, the smile still remained on Yoon gwi-nam's face, but it soon disappeared when you noticed the damage he did to you. Well, you even thought he had feelings for you, however now it made sense that you would never end up in a relationship. "Sorry." You shook your head in disgust, quickly walking the fuck out of that place, ignoring other people's thoughts of you thereafter. And him too.

[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.

[lilmissheartbroken]

||Class President|| Part 3 (Gwi-nam x reader)

You frantically looked about the kitchen as you pulled yourself further back under the table. You knew you couldn't stay there for long and that eventually you would both be spotted. There were too many of them for you to fight off, especially not on your own.

Gwi-nam taps your shoulder, pulling you from your daze. You look over your shoulder at him and follow his gaze to the set of kitchen knives on the counter. Bingo.

" That little pussy wouldn't go get it. " Gwi-nam sneered before looking to you. " Go get it. " You gave him a look of hesitation, but he just glared down at you. Right now, he was much more terrifying than the things he would throw you to if you disobeyed. Thinking for a second you nod at him. You crouch down under the table as you move closer to the edge. You scan your surroundings carefully, waiting for the right moment... Go.

You dart from under the table. Moving quickly to avoid the girl Gwi-nam had thrown to the wolves earlier. You grab 2 large knives and spin around just in time to dodge another zombie from flying at you. You crash ungracfully into a sink. You could feel the zombies grasping at your hair from outside the kitching but you pull away as you kick the zombie which had clambered ontop of you in the chest. Climbing out of the sink you slide the second knife across the floor to where Gwi-nam was still hiding under the table. He grips it tightly in his hand and climbs out from the safety of the table, joing the fight.

You get slammed chest first onto the ground painfully by the boy from earlier, you attempted to shove him off but he was much too heavy. You feel his weight be lifted off you and you can hear his snarls turn into gargled noises. You turn around to see hat Gwi-nam had stabbed his knife into the boys neck. The sight made your stomach churn and you fought back the urge to throw up. You didn't have time to dwell on it. Jumping to your feet you fight off another zombie coming at you. Following Gwi-nams actions you forcfully stab the large knife into the womans neck. Her snarls turned into gargles as she choked on her own blood. The feeling made you ill. She slumped forward as you pulled the knife out and watched her crumple to the floor. You stare at your bloodied hand, You had just killed someone... Tears wekked in your eyes as you tried to process what you had just done...

" Move! " Gwi-nam yelled as he gripped your arm and dragged you through the kitchen and out the emergency exit door. Your vision was blurred and your mind was clouded as you were dragged along in a daze. You collide harshly with Gwi-nams back as he stops abruptly. Only now did you realise it was dark.

" Watch it! " He whispers angrily. He had dragged you to the corner of a wall. Peaking around the corner you spot a dozen zombies lurking.

" We just need that bike.." Gwi-nam mumbles. You glance at the bike in question. It was Seol-ya's, she had mentioned thismorning how the chain had come loose on her way to school thismorning, leaving it completely usless.

" It's bust, the chains come loose.." You remark. Gwi-nam groans angrily before turning to glare at you.

" Got a better plan, Class Pres? " He snides. You roll your eyes before thinking. There most likely wouldn't be any zombies in the principles office.. It would be a safe place to hide until help arrived..

"...there.. they're might still be empty classrooms... or even the principles office since it has a phone we could use for help." You think out loud as you stair into the courtyard. Gwi-nam scoffs.

" Its crawling with zombies.." He remarks with an eye roll.

" We'll just have to move fast and be quiet.." He looks at you, as if about to argue with it but decides its worth a try. You both ready yourselves for the run. You notice him adjusting his grip on the blade and so you do the same with yours. You move slightly ahead of him and look back witha soft nod, indicating that your ready when he is.

Taking a breth you sprint out from behind the wall as fast as you could. The soft noise from your shoes hitting the ground seemed to alert the zombies as they turnred towards you and Gwi-nam. They all rushed at you both, teeth snapping. You shoved the first few out of your way before taking your knife to one that was particularly close. Adrenaline feuled your escape as you bolted through the courtyard towards the main school building, Gwi-nam not too far behind. You were a good runner, being apart of the track team. Your best bet was sprinting past them while leaving the brute strength to Gwi-nam since that was his speciality. Making it to the entrance you shove open the doors. By now you barely acknowledged the zombies, just shoving them out of your way as you focused on getting to the nearest empty classroom. You scanned every classroom you passed, eachone containing zombies that snapped and growled at you through the windows as you darted past them. Eventually, you made it to the principles office. Thankfully, muc to your relief, it appeared to be empty bar one or two. Taking your chances you dart inside. The girl in the far corner rushes at you but you quickly take your knife and slit her throat in your panic. Gwi-nam enters just intime to grab the other and repetedly stab him in the neck.

You both take your times catching your breaths, The only sound being your heavy pants as you both calm your breathing. You once again look down at your bloodied hands. They were shaking. Your whole body was hsaking now that you thought about it. You shakily rub your hands on your skirt, attempting to wipe off some of the blood. Gwi-nam flops down onto one of the arm chairs and props his feet up onto the table.

" Fuckin' hell, you can run." He remarks with a chuckle. He seemed suprised.

" You in track or somethin'?" He asks jokingly. You nod in response. He looks at you shocked but drops it.

" You're surprisingly useful.." He mutters and you smile sarcastically at him.

" Wow. Thanks Gwi-nam, that is such a complimet coming from you! " You joke, he rolls his eyes.

" Whatever."

You sit down on the couch and set your knife down on the coffee table infrint of you. You hadn't realised how much your body ached until you sat down. Your whole body felt so heavy as you melted into the soft leather. You breathed a sigh of relief as you flet your muscles relaxing.

You both sat in uncomfortable silence. There wasn't much to say, but it didn't make the tension any less awkward.

" What a monday." Gwi-nam speaks up as he readjusts himself in his chair, propping his arms under his head. You laugh a little.

" Don't fucking chat...not exactly how I thought school would go." You indulge in his mild attempt at small talk. You found yourself relaxing slightly, atleast he wasn't trying to kill you...

And this was how the next few hours went.. small talk, the odd joke and then silnce.. you didn't mind it, there wasn't much to say but the company was nice, You couldn't help but think back to your friends..how they had just abandoned you. You wondered where they were now, were they safe? Were they okay?...You pushed the thought aside.. no point dwelling on it.Right now what you needed was a plan.

Think of a plan...survive.

[gwinamwhxre]

let me // gwi-nam

explanation: the bombing of hyosan left little to no humans left for those infected who survived. gwi-nam and the girl he turned, and doesn't specifically like, are left starving and weaker by the day. the food they get enhances nearly every nerve in their body, making them feel better and stronger than ever. after finding a living human, gwi-nam wants to take advantage of that feeling.

tws: smut, aggression, breeding kink, dom!gwinam x sub!fem!hambie reader, blood, (very bloody), *very descriptive and potentially disturbing death/murder (gotta feed the hambies somehow..). also hambies eating obviously. really gory and kinda disturbing. but!

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the sweet scent i could spot in any situation invaded my nostrils, urging me out of my hazy trance immediately. my eyes opened slowly, my back slouched against the wall as my support. my lips slightly parted, my mouth forming sweet saliva at the scent i hadn't been able to indulge in in what felt like weeks.

the scent brought life to my frail body, nearly hypnotizing me as i somehow found the strength to stand up rather quickly. the more i walked the sweeter the scent, and i fell towards it like a magnet.

i left the classroom i was in and drifted towards the womens' restroom, opening the door as if under a trance. the smell was enough to make me drool, and there was no physical way to stop myself from opening the door.

i did, though, manage to stop when my eyes took in the sight before me. a freshly deceased body lay straight before me on the bathroom floor, blood pooled due to the inflicted wound. gwi-nam sit comfortably on the floor, gripping the body tightly, eating like a starved animal. it was clear he could see my figure and hear my footsteps through his peripheral abilities, but he didn't even look up, too engaged in what was before him.

my eyes scanned to the bloody knife on the floor, and i was quickly able to understand gwi-nam's intentions. he had killed the person prior to eating because he didn't want the person turning and up and leaving him. he didn't want them tasting any less sweet.

the sight would've disgusted me if i wasn't so driven by the smell of it all. i quite literally felt weak in the knees. after nearly a minute of me standing and staring quietly, gwi-nam managed to bring his head up and make eye contact with me. the lower half of his face was drenched in blood, not a speck of his skin color bleeding through the crimson.

"help yourself," was all i heard him say as he watched me diligently. he looked as if he was beginning to slow down. i wondered how long he'd been on them.

i took a step towards the body and fell to the floor in weakness and desperation, looking to gwi-nam as if asking for his consent to me sharing his prey one more time. he nodded subtly, closing his eyes and leaning back so his face was towards the ceiling, looking like he was feeling better than ever at the moment.

without any further hesitation, my body fell onto the corpse. the contact with my tongue was no other description than pure bliss -- i never imagined a mouth could hold so many nerves. i never imagined the level of hunger i'd feel after over a week with no food.

i felt gwi-nam's head come down and his eyes now piercing through my back as i turned into a creature that i never imagined i'd be. i fed without barely giving myself time to breathe for nearly five minutes -- the amazing thing was that the blood never turned sour because it wasn't flowing -- the sweet taste lasted forever. that was also the difficult thing. i couldn't tell when i needed to stop.

but i noticed that the amount of matter i ingested gave me a feeling i'd never had before. somehow every single sense, every single nerve in my body was stimulated. i'd never felt like this when i could feed how i wanted. when i felt satisfied, but not full because i couldn't manage to get to that level of satisfaction. once i had that, my body felt on drugs, my mind sober.

"you feel that too," gwi-nam softly spoke, his teeth a mixture of white and red as he smiles. i pulled back at his words, feeling like there was nothing in the world that could make me feel any better than i felt right now. his voice rang in my ears again. "it feels so good."

i look into his eyes and smile and laugh, probably looking like i'm on drugs but it's really just because i'm so happy.

his eyes are droopy and pleased -- he returns the gaze, but not to my eyes. all of a sudden, the only thing he sees is my lips.

we're sitting criss-cross like children only inches away from each other, and he leans into me without further notice. i taste the sweet trace of blood on his lips, my mouth opening in response to take in what i can. his tongue slips in slowly as i suck in a breath through my nose. my body shivers in response to his hand, now gripping my face at my jawline, smearing it in blood, the feeling so much more intense than usual. he pulls me closer to him, craving the feeling of being close just about as much as i was now.

i felt his breath soak into my skin as he began to grow more intense in his actions, building up the kiss.

he pulled away quickly, breathing heavily. "stand up."

my senses controlled me, made me so needy and obedient for him, because i could see it in his eyes, all he wanted to do to me. so i rose to my feet and he picked me up, walking over to the sink where he sat me down. i was more his height now. he sunk back into the kiss, leaning forward, when i felt his hips hit my core softly. i swore to myself i'd never let a man hear me moan with such little contact, but with my nerves so stimulated i couldn't help a whiny sigh from leaving my lips. it made me genuinely nervous how such brief contact felt so fucking good.

he smiled cockily when i made noise, kissing me again and bringing back the pressure, because he now understood what exactly he was doing to me. "you wanna let me do things to you, baby?" he whispered into the kiss.

i kissed him harder in response. our bottom lips attached as i pulled away to let a heavy sigh out. his arms now were securely wrapped around me, holding me tight as his hips grinded straight over my clit through the fabric of my clothes.

his hands wandered to his belt, undoing it as his lips felt mine. we both were panting heavily by now; each second without contact made us more breathless.

“take these off,” he instructed me, tugging at the waistline of my skirt. as i did what he said, i felt his hot breath on my neck as he laughed to himself. “if i knew all this time you never wore shorts under that skirt, i would’ve fucked you long ago.” his eyes traced down to my panties. “you’re a little slut, aren’t you? you like to take chances wearing a skirt that short with that nothing but that pretty little thong on?”

he kissed me before i could answer, rough and quick, moving down to my neck. i gasped with his lips against my neck as his finger made sudden contact against where i was hot and pulsing, nice and gently moving in circles as he teased my neck.

i sighed in response to the contact. he pulled away from me for a moment to raise his shirt above his head. my eyes wandered to his bare chest. he was so thin and toned, my eyes were magnets to him. for once, i didn't want him to move closer so i could stare at him for a moment.

his finger grabbed the bottom of my chin and pulled it up so i was forced to take my eyes away and look at him again; he kissed me.

when he pulled away to stare at me, i took my shirt off slowly and looked back to his eyes. they were already at my chest, his hands wandering behind me to unclasp my bra.

once he did so, he fell to my lips with his own again, pulling me closer so our chests fell together. his skin was so warm and soft against mine, and i loved hearing him suck in breath to kiss me harder.

he unbuttoned his pants while he kissed my neck, only making me squirm with neediness. i dare not let him know how much i need him right now.

he wandered back up to my lips and my eyes fell closed. i gasped when i felt his tip tease my clit unexpectedly, and he smiled against the kiss with my reaction. his thumb replaced his tip when i felt him travel down and slowly start pushing into me.

he groaned at the feeling; i tried to keep my head up. holy shit, did it feel better than ever. he let me warm up to the feeling by moving shortly and slowly for few seconds. he eventually picked up his speed, soft moans pouring out my lips.

i was holding onto him tightly, still tense and adjusting to the feeling. his thumb stayed on my clit, moving in circles with the perfect amount of pressure. i could barely take it combined with the way he was moving inside me.

"feels.. fucking.. amazing," i spoke in between thrusts, holding onto him tightly as he started pounding into me, a tear running down my cheek, my face buried somewhere in his chest.

"i know, baby. i know," he spoke back. he moaned right into my ear, making my pussy clench around him tighter. i earned another noise from him.

his thrusts slowed down to be long and slow. a moan spewed out my lips, and then he carefully pulled out of me.

he turned me over so i was bent over on the sink, only a foot away from the mirror. i saw him tilt his head and smirk behind me, bringing his dick back up to my entrance and slowly pushing himself back in.

"want you to watch yourself when you cum," he said, making my breath hitch when he started thrusting long and fast inside me.

it was hard to keep my head up in this position when i was this close. i noted blood all over my face and on my neck from what we did earlier. i glanced up and noticed gwi-nam was covered in blood, as well.

his hand wrapped around me and found its way back to my clit. when he saw my head falling down, his hand grabbed me by the forehead and forced my head up so i was looking at myself in the mirror. "your head goes down again, you don't cum," he ordered.

with that, he moved faster inside me, filling me up so fucking good. i whined and closed my eyes, only to be brought back by a tug of my hair.

"i mean what i say, baby. eyes open and head up," he said, voice getting tired with all the pleasure building up inside him.

my own pleasure built up gradually, and i was reaching my breaking point. "i can't take much more," i whispered and looked at him through the mirror helplessly.

"cum, baby," he said, kissing my neck. "i need to see you."

i looked at my eyes in the mirror as he wanted, mouth falling open as my body was overridden with a state of euphoria. my head involuntarily fell down a few seconds later and he let me, now falling into his own world as he thrusted into my repeatedly contracting core. he moaned, cumming deep inside me as i kept contracting around him.

he surprisingly hugged me from behind me as he came down, sweaty and panting heavily. i stayed weak against the sink for a moment, allowing him to hug me while he recovered.

i always, though definitely wished not to, thought gwi-nam was sexy, but never cute. this was the first time he's done something cute, though i'd never say it out loud.

[fireofjudgement]

Pretty in pink

Requested here

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Gwi-nam x gn!reader

Summary: You've never realised just how jealous Gwi-nam was, nor what the result of his jealousy would be.

Word count: 696

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, mentions of jealousy, slight angst but mostly fluff, ooc Gwi-nam

A/N: Good lord, this isn't my best work or my longest one but this past month has been quite bad and I didn't have the time, energy nor the motivation to write at all, but I also made this blog with the goal of posting at least one thing every month and I didn't want to break my streak so early on. I'm doing a little better now so I'll be writing more of the requests soon, hopefully 😌

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"Gwi-nam, stay still! I swear to God.."

"But it buuurns, how am I supposed to stay still? You're doing this on purpose, y/n!" 

"It will burn even more if you won't stop moving, you silly! Are you trying to get it in your eyes?" You pretended to be annoyed with his impatience and childish behavior, but in reality you had to try really hard to contain laughter and focus on what you were doing. You didn't actually want to hurt him, obviously. 

It was still hard for you to believe he agreed to do this. You and Gwi-nam have been together for almost a year now and you could, with all confidence, say that you knew him better than he knew himself. And yet, never in a million years would you imagine he'd let you dye his hair. Pink. Pastel pink to be more specific. But, as unbelievable as that fact itself was, the reason why he asked you to do it in the first place was even more absurd. 

It was no secret that Gwi-nam was the jealous type, possessive even. You were his and he was yours, you knew it and he made sure everyone around you knew it too. You didn't know however that his jealousy went far beyond the people you surrounded yourself with, or so happened to meet in your day-to-day life. Oh no. But it wasn't till a few weeks earlier that you learned your boyfriend doesn't like for you to look at any other man. Not even celebrities you've never met before and most likely never will.

One of those celebrities, a young actor from a very popular Netflix show, posted a few pictures of himself with his new haircut and without thinking much about it, you made a comment about it to Gwi-nam. 

"You know, he kinda reminds me of you a little. Just with a way cuter hair color."

You didn't think he'd react so emotionally, an innocent remark apparently hurting him more than either of you expected. It took a few days of radio silence, countless unanswered texts and missed phone calls for him to finally talk to you again. And when he did, it wasn't what you expected. He wasn't mad. He didn't want to break up with you. Instead, he asked for you to.. dye his hair. It would be nice to try something new, he said. And you didn't ask any questions. You were just happy to have him back.

"Okay, I'm done! Now you have to wait about forty minutes, then we can wash it off."

"Wait, forty minutes? That doesn't sound right. What if it burns my beautiful hair?" He asked, pretending to be genuinely concerned. 

"Well.." You hesitated, pulling him closer to you. "..I guess I'll still love you. We'll just get you a pink wig." You couldn't contain laughter any longer when he tackled you, leaving a bunch of kisses on your face and neck. It was adorable how careful he was to not get the dye on you or any of your furniture. 

You spent the next hour cuddling, trying to pay attention to the movie quietly playing in the background, completely forgetting about the timer. It was nice to have Gwi-nam by your side again, it was even nicer to feel his lips on yours, your bodies complimenting each other perfectly. It wasn't until you tried to brush your fingers through his hair that you realised you still haven't washed off the dye, dark pink stains forming on his forehead and neck. You could only hope his hair has survived this unexpected attack.

"And?" Gwi-nam asked, nervously shifting his gaze from the mirror to your face. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew how much your approval meant to him. "Don't be like that, just tell me what you think?" 

"I think..Well, pink is definitely your color." You answered honestly, before giving him another kiss. You could feel him smiling against your lips, your next words only causing his smile to grow bigger. "You'll always be the most attractive guy I know, Gwi-nam. And I wouldn't want anyone else by my side."