synopsis: The real infection here is horniness pt.4 ( i am running out of caption ideas pls help me)
content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex (?), no apocalypse AU, dry humping, anal, reader is the school president
word count: 1.3k
The school hallways were mostly empty, save for the occasional echo of a rushed student or the muffled chatter from classrooms. But near the lockers, that peace was utterly destroyed by none other than Yoon Gwi-nam and his pack of glorified background characters—Jae-ho and Min-jae.
They had some poor kid cornered, Gwi-nam’s voice full of that cocky, drawling amusement as he pushed his victim up against the metal, making some smartass remark that had his minions laughing on cue.
You weren’t having it.
“Hey,” your voice cut through the noise, sharp and demanding, making all three freeze like deer caught in headlights.
Gwi-nam turned, eyes narrowing when he saw you. His posture didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his expression—annoyance, maybe? Resentment? Or just the instinctive urge to challenge anyone who thought they could talk down to him?
“What?” he drawled, turning slightly to face you, shoulders loose, cocky smirk already forming. “School president’s got somethin’ to say? Gonna give me a lecture?”
You exhaled slowly, stepping forward until you were right in front of him. He didn’t back up. Neither did you.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked, voice steady. “What, picking on people makes you feel big?”
Gwi-nam’s expression twitched, but he didn’t lose that arrogant smirk. “Yeah, actually,” he said, tilting his head. “What, you wanna try it? Bet it’d look real funny seeing you act all tough.”
Jae-ho and Min-jae chuckled behind him, but you ignored them completely, eyes locked onto Gwi-nam’s.
You sighed, then—fast as a whip—grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the lockers. The metal rattled loudly, echoing down the hallway. Jae-ho and Min-jae immediately shut up, wide-eyed, but didn’t make a move to help their so-called leader.
Gwi-nam let out a sharp grunt, hands instinctively coming up to shove you away, but you were stronger than he expected. Your grip stayed firm, forearm pressing against his chest. His breath hitched for half a second—not in fear, but surprise. He hadn’t thought you had it in you.
You leaned in, dropping your voice. "You’re all talk, aren’t you?" Your breath was warm against his ear. "But I know what kind of guy you really are."
Gwi-nam tensed. "The hell’s that supposed to mean?" he hissed, voice just barely steady.
"You act tough, but the second someone stands up to you, you fold." You smirked, pressing him harder against the lockers. "Like right now."
His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, but he didn’t have a comeback. His hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of your blazer, but he didn’t push you off.
“Apologize,” you said.
Gwi-nam scoffed. “The fuck?”
You yanked his head back by his hair. His breath hitched audibly this time, neck arching slightly. His hands twitched where they gripped your blazer.
"Say. You’re. Sorry," you repeated, slow and firm.
For the first time, Gwi-nam hesitated. His pride and instincts were at war. He hated this—hated being told what to do, hated how you weren’t scared of him. And yet, his body wasn’t moving away.
Jae-ho and Min-jae looked so uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly like they didn’t know whether to intervene or run.
“Alright, fine,” Gwi-nam bit out, voice tight. His teeth were clenched like the words physically pained him. “I’m fucking sorry. Happy now, boss?"
You let out a soft hum, tilting your head as you let go of his hair. "See? That wasn’t so hard."
His glare was deadly, but he didn’t fight it.
You turned to the kid he’d been bullying. “Go,” you said. “You’re good.”
The kid didn’t need to be told twice. He practically bolted, sparing one last glance at Gwi-nam, then disappearing around the corner.
Min-jae awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, we’ll—uh—catch up with you later, man.”
Jae-ho gave Gwi-nam a look before mumbling something under his breath and following Min-jae down the hall, leaving the two of you alone.
The silence was heavy.
Gwi-nam rolled his jaw, flexing his hands before glaring at you. “Hope you feel real fucking proud of yourself,” he muttered.
You gave him a once-over, then grabbed his wrist.
“Hey—?!” He barely had time to react before you dragged him down the hall, pushing open the door to an empty classroom and shoving him inside.
The second the door clicked shut, he whirled on you. “What the hell is your prob—”
You had him against the wall before he could finish.
This time, the silence was different.
Gwi-nam’s breath was uneven, his head tilted back slightly against the wall as you crowded into his space. The tension was thick—but not the kind of tension that led to a fight. Not anymore.
You could see it in the way his lips parted slightly, the way his pupils had dilated just a little. He liked this—he just didn’t want to admit it.
"You like being put in your place, don’t you?" you murmured, watching the way his throat bobbed.
His jaw clenched. "Fuck off."
But he wasn’t pushing you away.
You tilted your head. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”
He sucked in a breath, but still—no answer.
Your smirk widened. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."
And then you kissed him.
It was rough. You weren’t giving him a choice, and he wasn’t taking one. His mouth opened under yours before he could think better of it, teeth clashing, breath uneven.
It was sloppy—desperate, hot, full of the kind of tension that had been bubbling beneath the surface for months. His hands finally moved, gripping at your shirt, tugging you closer.
He growled against your mouth when you bit down on his lower lip, yanking at his hair again. His hips twitched forward before he could stop himself.
“Shit,” he mumbled, half against your lips, half under his breath.
You grinned. "You like this."
He didn’t answer.
But the way his breath came faster, the way his hips kept shifting ever so slightly against yours—yeah. You knew.
You ran a hand down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt just slightly. His skin was hot, muscles tensing under your touch.
His eyes fluttered shut for half a second—just long enough for you to grind against him, making him gasp.
"Fuck," he hissed, grip tightening on your clothes.
You chuckled against his lips, slow and deliberate as you rolled your hips against his again. He was panting now, forehead resting against yours, trying to keep himself together.
"Still wanna act all tough?" you murmured, dragging your lips down his jaw, then his neck.
His response was a low, strangled noise—half a growl, half a groan—as his fingers dug into your back.
—
Gwi-nam was a wreck.
His breath hitched, his fingers grasping at your blazer like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His usual arrogance, his defiance—it was gone. All that remained was the mess you’d turned him into, his body betraying him in ways he’d never let anyone else see.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, your voice slow, teasing. "You think you’re tough now, huh?"
A choked noise left his throat—something between a whimper and a groan.
You rolled your hips again, drawing another desperate noise from him, and smirked. "I thought you wanted it rough, love. Can’t you take it?"
Gwi-nam’s grip tightened—not in control, but in surrender. His forehead thumped against your shoulder, his breathing ragged, his body reacting to the way your cock slipped in and out of his hole, hitting his sweet spot with almost every thrust.
"Shit, shit, shit—" His voice was nothing but a broken murmur now, his pride shattered under your hands.
You chuckled, enjoying this—enjoying him like this. "That’s what I thought."
And just when things were reaching their peak—when he was fully lost in you, when the only sounds in the room were his breathy moans and the way you were wrecking him—
click.
The door unlocked.
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you breathed.
The handle twitched like someone was testing it—but then, after a second, they hesitated.
You swore you heard a muttered, "Nope. Not dealing with that."
And then, silence.
You exhaled a laugh, barely even phased. "Guess they know better than to interrupt."
Gwi-nam groaned, burying his burning face into your shoulder. "Shut up."
Lee Suhyeok was the kind of boy who never lowered his eyes.
Not to teachers. Not to cops. Not to gang leaders. Not to anyone.
Except for you.
With you, he bent. Softened. Listened. And tonight—he’d fall apart.
It started with a shove.
A simple one. You pushed him against your apartment wall after school, his uniform shirt rumpled, lips slightly parted, breath heavy from the tension that had been building for months.
You didn’t even say anything.
Just looked him in the eye.
His hands twitched at his sides, like he didn’t know whether to fight or drop to his knees.
“You want this?” you asked, voice low, calm.
His nod was barely visible. But it was there.
You stepped closer.
“Say it.”
“I want it,” he breathed. “I want you.”
That was all you needed.
His clothes hit the floor one by one, your hands stripping him down with slow, calculated authority. He let you. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t run. Just watched you, eyes wide and hungry.
He looked beautiful like this.
Bare. Vulnerable. Hard already.
You grabbed his jaw gently, tilting his face up.
“You follow orders tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
The words slid out of him like sin.
You pushed him onto the bed, stomach down, and climbed over him.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
He obeyed.
So fucking obedient.
You dragged your fingers down the smooth expanse of his back, watching the muscles shift under your touch. When you reached his ass, you gave it a firm squeeze—and he gasped.
“So pretty when you listen.”
You spread him slowly, deliberately.
Suhyeok whimpered into the sheets, but didn’t move.
You leaned in, licking a long stripe between his cheeks—feeling him shudder beneath you. He gripped the sheets tighter, face burning.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Not yet.”
You took your time preparing him, fingers slick and patient, curling inside until he was writhing under you.
“Please,” he whispered, breath breaking. “Need it.”
“You don’t beg like that for anyone else, do you?”
“N-No. Only you.”
You slid inside in one slow thrust.
He gasped, back arching, muscles taut.
“Mine,” you growled, leaning down to press your chest to his back. “You’re mine like this.”
“Yes, sir.”
You rolled your hips deep and slow, drawing out every sound from his throat.
He moaned, helpless and sweet, pushing back into every thrust like he needed it to breathe.
“You take me so well. So fucking tight.”
His eyes fluttered shut, jaw slack, drool starting to pool against the pillow.
He loved it.
Being ruined like this.
Loved the way you praised him while filling him up, claiming him from the inside out.
When you grabbed his hips and went harder, he cried out—broken and breathless.
“Gonna come,” he whimpered.
“Not yet.”
You reached under him, stroking his cock just enough to keep him at the edge.
“You come when I say.”
He was shaking, sweating, body wrung out and overstimulated.
But he obeyed.
Every second.
Every command.
Only when you were sure he was completely gone—eyes hazy, body trembling—you thrust one last time and groaned, spilling deep inside him.
Then, and only then, did you wrap a hand around him fully and let him come.
His body convulsed under yours, crying out your name, cum streaking across the sheets, thighs quivering.
You collapsed on top of him, holding him close, pressing kisses to his neck.
“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re safe.”
He nodded, breath still ragged, voice wrecked.
“Thank you.”
Aftercare followed like instinct.
Warm washcloth. Clean clothes. Quiet praise while stroking his hair.
Suhyeok curled into your chest, silent but glowing.
And for once, the strongest boy in town didn’t need to fight.
Because he belonged to you—and you never let him forget it.
Lee Suhyeok was the kind of boy who never lowered his eyes.
Not to teachers. Not to cops. Not to gang leaders. Not to anyone.
Except for you.
With you, he bent. Softened. Listened. And tonight—he’d fall apart.
It started with a shove.
A simple one. You pushed him against your apartment wall after school, his uniform shirt rumpled, lips slightly parted, breath heavy from the tension that had been building for months.
You didn’t even say anything.
Just looked him in the eye.
His hands twitched at his sides, like he didn’t know whether to fight or drop to his knees.
“You want this?” you asked, voice low, calm.
His nod was barely visible. But it was there.
You stepped closer.
“Say it.”
“I want it,” he breathed. “I want you.”
That was all you needed.
His clothes hit the floor one by one, your hands stripping him down with slow, calculated authority. He let you. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t run. Just watched you, eyes wide and hungry.
He looked beautiful like this.
Bare. Vulnerable. Hard already.
You grabbed his jaw gently, tilting his face up.
“You follow orders tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
The words slid out of him like sin.
You pushed him onto the bed, stomach down, and climbed over him.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
He obeyed.
So fucking obedient.
You dragged your fingers down the smooth expanse of his back, watching the muscles shift under your touch. When you reached his ass, you gave it a firm squeeze—and he gasped.
“So pretty when you listen.”
You spread him slowly, deliberately.
Suhyeok whimpered into the sheets, but didn’t move.
You leaned in, licking a long stripe between his cheeks—feeling him shudder beneath you. He gripped the sheets tighter, face burning.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Not yet.”
You took your time preparing him, fingers slick and patient, curling inside until he was writhing under you.
“Please,” he whispered, breath breaking. “Need it.”
“You don’t beg like that for anyone else, do you?”
“N-No. Only you.”
You slid inside in one slow thrust.
He gasped, back arching, muscles taut.
“Mine,” you growled, leaning down to press your chest to his back. “You’re mine like this.”
“Yes, sir.”
You rolled your hips deep and slow, drawing out every sound from his throat.
He moaned, helpless and sweet, pushing back into every thrust like he needed it to breathe.
“You take me so well. So fucking tight.”
His eyes fluttered shut, jaw slack, drool starting to pool against the pillow.
He loved it.
Being ruined like this.
Loved the way you praised him while filling him up, claiming him from the inside out.
When you grabbed his hips and went harder, he cried out—broken and breathless.
“Gonna come,” he whimpered.
“Not yet.”
You reached under him, stroking his cock just enough to keep him at the edge.
“You come when I say.”
He was shaking, sweating, body wrung out and overstimulated.
But he obeyed.
Every second.
Every command.
Only when you were sure he was completely gone—eyes hazy, body trembling—you thrust one last time and groaned, spilling deep inside him.
Then, and only then, did you wrap a hand around him fully and let him come.
His body convulsed under yours, crying out your name, cum streaking across the sheets, thighs quivering.
You collapsed on top of him, holding him close, pressing kisses to his neck.
“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re safe.”
He nodded, breath still ragged, voice wrecked.
“Thank you.”
Aftercare followed like instinct.
Warm washcloth. Clean clothes. Quiet praise while stroking his hair.
Suhyeok curled into your chest, silent but glowing.
And for once, the strongest boy in town didn’t need to fight.
Because he belonged to you—and you never let him forget it.
[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]
Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.
(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!
"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“
You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.
“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."
As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.
"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"
You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.
"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."
Your eyes widened in anger.
"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"
Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.
“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."
Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.
"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"
Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.
SLAP.
“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."
Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice.
“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."
You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.
"Harder..."
He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.
Whumpee: 지수헌 (Ji Sooheon) played by 박솔로몬 (Park Solomon)
Synopsis: Ji Sooheon's mother is in need of constant medical care. The costs start to wrack up and he must find a way to make more money. A friend approaches him with a proposition: beat up school bullies for money. As things do in life, their situation became convoluted and he got wrapped up in a murder case!
Genre: Cop/Crime, School (Highschool), Terminal/Chronic Illness, Romance
Watch On: Hulu, Disney+, DramaCool, KissAsian
GIFs: Once again I'd love to bring your attention to the amazing @knights-in-whumperland who is responsible for the gifs tagged! I'm always grateful and happy to link your posts!!!
⚠️ WARNING: the whole storyline is centered around finding a killer but everyone thinks it’s a s**cide so there are frequent mentions of s**cide ⚠️
⛔️ In episode 1.02 - mention of sxual assault at 6:00 and attempted s**cide at 24:00⛔️
WARNING: POSSILE SPOILERS BELOW!
1.01 : feeling unwell, ringing ears, holding his head, collapsed, passed out, cut cheek, concern for him ::: getting an MRI done, cheek still cut ::: speaking to his doctor, cheek still cut ::: angry, fought, hit over the head with a flower pot, ears ringing, holding his head, groaning, walking down the road still in pain, nearly hit by a truck, saved, still in pain ::: told he has an inoperable brain tumor that may only allow him to live six months to a little over a year, in shock, emotional, concern for him ::: in a depressed state
1.02 : (flashbacks: told he has an inoperable brain tumor that may only allow him to live six months to a little over a year, in shock) ::: intense head pain, holding his head, concern for him ::: blurry vision, dizzy, intense head pain, concern for him, nauseas, throwing up, heavy breathing ::: (flashbacks: fought) ::: concerned for someone, emotional ::: crying ::: angry, violent outburst
1.03 : stressed, sorta in shock ::: talking about his traumatic past, near tears ::: shoved, hit his head, eyes rolling into the back of his head, barely conscious, concern for him, passed out, carried ::: asleep in the hospital, woke up ::: in a lot of pain, really bad nosebleed, heavy breathing, startled ::: protecting someone
1.04 : concerned for someone ::: face grabbed, attacked, fought, kicked, at knifepoint, losing control
1.05 : emotional, crying ::: crying ::: angry, emotional, yelling ::: sobbing, found sobbing by himself, held, crying in her arms ::: manhandled, beaten, kicked, bloody, bruised ::: bruised face, bloody lip, anxious ::: panicked ::: at gunpoint
1.06 : at gunpoint, shot in the arm (grazed), fought (sorta), holding a gun to his head ::: holding his arm ::: arm wound treated, wincing
1.07 : intense head pain, wincing, holding his head, collapsed, eyes rolling back into his head, concern for him ::: in the hospital ::: sorta talking about his illness with a detective ::: anxious
1.08 : attacked, fought ::: collar grabbed, pushed up against a wall, punched ::: scared ::: holding back tears ::: in a depressed state, concern for him, crying
1.09 : crying ::: sobbing, grieving
1.10 : sobbing, grieving ::: emotional, eyes rolling back into his head, collapsed, concern for him ::: strapped to a stretcher, being rolled into an ambulance, concern for him ::: in the hospital ::: in the hospital, has a nightmare, wakes up crying ::: at knifepoint, fought
1.11 : at knifepoint, angry, losing control ::: ambushed, fought, electrocuted until he passed out, collapsed, manhandled, abducted, concern for him ::: restrained in a chair (tape), hair grabbed, gagged, threatened, hair grabbed, hit, threatened, kicked, heavy breathing, punched repeatedly in the face, heavy breathing, zoning out ::: barely conscious, still captive/gagged/restrained, heavy breathing, kicked in the chest, fell, groaning, gag taken out, coughing, threatened, heavily lidded eyes ::: repeatedly hit in the chest, gasping for air, bloody and bruised face, hit in the chest, spitting out blood, threatened, fingers cut, bleeding, struggling, screaming from the pain, saved ::: trying to stop the bleeding ::: bandaged face and hand
1.12 : hit on the back of his head, knocked unconscious ::: head bleeding, heavily lidded eyes, barely conscious, passed out ::: woke up, head bleeding, groaning, wincing ::: leaning against a wall, concern for him, helped to walk ::: bandaged forehead ::: forced to kneel, kicked in the head, repeatedly kicked in the stomach, blood coming from his mouth, arm slashed, at knifepoint, grabbing the blade with his hands, hung off the side of the roof, scared
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NOTE
The title actually translates to "3rd Person Revenge" but the English title is more commonly known as "Revenge of Others".
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