may i request dom!suhyeok smut x sub!reader where reader gets jealous abt him and namra and take out for revenge when the red thread scene reader choose woojin to be partner with instead of suhyeok…..then suhyeok out of jealousy and rage fuck reader dumb 🫰🏻
thank youu xixixixi <3
Title: Mine, Not His
Pairing: Dom!Lee Su-hyeok x Sub!Fem!Reader AU: Canon Divergence - During the "Red Thread Game" Word Count: ~8,200 Tone: Darkly passionate, possessive, filthy Warnings: 18+ ONLY, jealousy kink, rough sex, brat taming, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, marking, possessive behavior, dumbification, creampie, mild manipulation, swearing, canon setting altered for spice
You never meant to actually play the game. It was a joke at first — a distraction in the hellish reality of zombie-infested Hyosan. But the second they said it: red thread of fate, you saw the way Nam-ra’s eyes flicked toward Su-hyeok.
And something inside you burned.
So you did what any normal, mildly feral, emotionally unstable girl with a crush would do — you chose Woo-jin.
He blinked in surprise when you stepped forward and tied your string to his. Everyone was giggling and whispering, but you didn’t care.
Su-hyeok stood stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, hands buried in his pockets like he was keeping himself from ripping someone apart. His eyes met yours for just a second, unreadable.
Good.
Let him stew.
That night, you snuck off to the library to sulk — because, well, maybe this wasn’t such a victory after all. Woo-jin had been nice. Too nice. Not Su-hyeok.
You were halfway through regretting your life choices when the door slammed open.
“Get up.”
Your heart leapt into your throat. Su-hyeok.
You stood slowly, eyes wide. "W-What are you—"
He stalked toward you like a predator. "You picked him."
You backed up until your knees hit the table. "It was just a game—"
“Don’t lie.” His hand slammed down beside your head. “You think I don’t see you? The way you look at me? You wanted to make me jealous.”
“I—”
“Congratulations.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. Not soft. Not sweet. Possessive.
His hands dragged you closer, gripping your hips like he was trying to brand you. You whimpered, grabbing at his shirt, and he pulled away just enough to growl:
“Mine. You hear me?”
“Yes—“
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He smirked, satisfied. Then he shoved you down on the table.
Clothes flew. Panting breaths. The room filled with heat.
He knelt between your legs like a man starved.
“You wanna tease me?” His fingers dragged up your thighs. “Then I’m not stopping until you cry.”
And he didn’t.
His tongue made you scream. His fingers curled cruelly. By the time he stood and undid his belt, your legs were trembling.
“Color?” he asked, eyes softer for a heartbeat.
“Green,” you gasped. “Please.”
That was all he needed.
He slid inside, slow, deep, unforgiving.
You moaned like something broken.
“Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “That’s right. Cry for me. Not for Woo-jin. Not for anyone else.”
He fucked you like he was erasing every other man from existence. Like the red thread never touched anyone but you and him.
Over and over, he pushed you past the edge. Until you were shaking, whimpering, babbling his name.
“Who do you belong to?” he hissed.
“You! You, Su-hyeok—“
“That’s right. Mine.”
After, he didn’t let you move. Just pulled you into his chest, buried his face in your hair.
“I hate when you look at anyone else.”
“I wasn’t going to—I just… I wanted you to see me.”
He cupped your cheek. “I see you. Always.”
You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Then prove it again.”
۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! LADIES one at a time.. im only one sexy woman.. but since y'all asked so politely (and 10 times in my inbox) here is your GWINAM SMUT.. also i'm so sorry if i haven't gotten back to you but rn based on requests i'm also writing a gwi-nam fluff and a thg story! plus updating cheong-san fic tmrw prob idk whenever i feel like it okay?!?!?!
y'all know the smut gonna be good when you never even HEARD of the warnings (i didn't know the names of the kinks until i googled them)
tw: somnophilia, dom!gwinam, sub!reader, humiliation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, begging, p in v, oral (f receiving), begging, hybristophilia, hair pulling, slapping, creampie, no use of y/n (though no name or features are described).
as always, you're responsible for the media you consume. read if u want, don't if you don't.
wc: 2.3k
۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ
The hours had dragged on, each second thick with tension. One moment, you and On-Jo had been sitting close, sharing a quiet laugh as she nervously gushed about Bare-Su. Her voice had been light, teasing, but there was something raw in the way she spoke—something unspoken between you, an energy you couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the world had shattered around you. The laughter faded into the harsh reality of your classmates turned monsters—feral, mindless creatures, chasing you down with a hunger you could feel deep in your bones.
The panic had set in quickly. The hallways had become a maze, the sound of shuffling footsteps and eerie growls echoing around you. You’d lost On-Jo, lost track of everything. Alone, terrified, you had found a classroom to hide in, slamming the door behind you, and for a brief moment, it had seemed like you were safe. But that security was short-lived.
The zombies had found the door, clawing at the wood, their nails scraping as they drew nearer. You knew you couldn’t stay here forever. The fear gripped you, cold and suffocating. You refused to let it end like this—not after you’d had to kill one of your own. You had to survive.
Taking a deep breath, you checked the door one last time. The sounds of the undead grew louder, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. Without thinking, you darted out of the classroom, running as fast as you could, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each step was desperate, each breath labored. Your heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the raw terror that fueled you forward.
You spotted the music room just ahead, a glimpse of hope in the chaos. You pushed open the door, slamming it behind you, your back pressed against it for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The quiet that enveloped you felt surreal after the chaos outside. The room was still, untouched, as if time had stopped. The air smelled of dust and old wood, but there was a certain calm to it, a strange peace you didn’t think you’d ever feel again.
You quickly scanned the room. It was empty, save for a broken piano and scattered instruments. In the corner, there was a closet—small, tucked away from view. You moved toward it with quick steps, but then froze. A body lay crushed under the piano, clawing at the air above you in a desperate attempt to eat your brain, a grotesque reminder of the horrors outside.
Shaking your head, you pushed the thought aside. You needed to focus. The last thing you wanted was to think about the things you’d just barely escaped. You moved to the farthest corner of the room, a chair in the corner catching your eye. With a tired sigh, you sank into it, your body aching, your mind still racing.
The room was silent again, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Your muscles, tense from the fight and the fear, finally started to release. Your breathing slowed, but it was difficult to let go completely. You hadn’t let yourself rest in what felt like forever. The memories of the chaos—of your friends, of the ones you had lost—were fresh and raw in your mind.
You closed your eyes for just a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. The outside world felt far away, the sounds of the zombies muffled. Here, in this room, you were safe—for now.
And that was all that mattered.
۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ
A growing sense of pleasure blooming in your cunt snapped you out of your slumber, each sense reawakening. Your eyes shot downwards, the sight of an all too familiar boy filling your vision as he looked up from his seeming frenzy against your now throbbing clit.
Every part of you screamed to run, to get the hell back in that supply closet. It wasn't normal to be awoken by a tongue fucking into your hole, yet something about the far-from-vanilla scene had you gripping the sides of the chair.
"G-Gwinam.. What the fuck are you do..doing?" You stammered out, chest heaving. Your question was left hung in the air, filling the silence surrounding you. The only sounds able to be heard were the sound of his tongue lapping against your clit. The sight was erotic, your hands scrambling to catch a grip on anything, finally settling for his hair. You tugged instinctively, Gwinam's mouth opening in a groan that reverberated against your pussy.
Your legs twitched, nose and brows scrunching as you felt your climax arriving. The coil in your stomach was tightening, like the feeling at the brink of a rollercoaster. "I-I'm gonna.." You muttered out, lips curling into a pleasure-filled frown.
"You better fucking hold it, you slut," He warned, stopping his abuse against your clit. You grimaced, staring down at him as your hips jutted upwards.
His tongue swirled and delved deeper into your hole, two fingers joining his mouth. Your legs shook, hands pulling tighter on his hair.
Gwinam could feel his hard-on rub against his pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to focus on the overwhelming pressure he felt as you tugged on the strands of his black hair.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.
"I-I can't.." You whined out as the coil inside you unleashed and broke. The rollercoaster had fallen, and your cum was now spilling out onto your thighs and his face.
He licked and slurped at your clit as you rode out your high, a post-nut clarity washing over you as your eyes widened. You were far too loud, and the zombies would surely come. Without thinking, you pushed him down, stumbling as your legs shook while you tried to make your way to the supply closet.
Suddenly, Gwinam's strong forced pushed you against the wall, forearm against your neck. You attempted to claw at him, but he simply used his free hand to pin them upward. "Where y'gonna run now, huh?" He teased, biting down on your neck, "You don't wanna listen? I'll show you how to fucking listen, whore."
A loud slap emitted, a pink stain echoing against your cheek.
Tears brimmed your eyes, slowly falling down your face as a choked sob escaped your throat. You struggled against him, watching the sadistic smirk plaster on his face, eyes widened as the pupils traced the line of your salty cries.
"Please, Gwinam. W-We'll die." You stammered out, eyes widened as you tried to search for any trace of humanity in his eyes.
You didn't find it.
"You're so fucking hot when you cry." He groaned, pushing his mouth against yours roughly. It seemed he didn't have a care whether you kissed back, shoving his tongue down your mouth.
You wanted to resist, really, you did.
But the way he rutted his hips against you knew that you didn't want anything more than for him to fuck your brains out.
A moan fell from your mouth and into his, Gwinam's grip on your neck finally releasing as he used that hand to pull up one of your thighs. In a synchronized daze of horniness, you both grinded against each other in a desperate attempt to chase your high once more.
He grabbed your arms, dragging you to the window. Your face was pressed against it, breasts smushing against the glass as his hands carelessly fondled your ass.
Gwinam stuck in two fingers, stretching your tight pussy for what was to come. "If you cum before I let you, I'll kill you."
You knew he was serious. You just didn't have it in you to care.
One hand snakes up your back, wrapping around your neck as if he was the serpent and you were the forbidden fruit.
Squeezing, you let out a broken sob, purple bruises forming in the shape of his fingertips. He pressed his hips against yours at your cries, eyes rolling to the back of his head. There was nothing more erotic to him than fucking you while there were zombies mere metres away from you.
Agonizingly slow, he pulled your skirt down. With a huff, you impatiently forced the fabric down, pooling at your ankles. With a raspy chuckle, he leaned in close and pulled your ear lobe, "You just really can't wait to have me cum in you, isn't that right?"
He had you at a loss of words, biting your lip until it bled. Gwinam pulled you back by your neck, back pressed against his hard chest, "Answer me when I talk to you, slut," He warned, squeezing tighter.
With all the might you had left in you, you breathed out, "Y-Yes.. I can't wait.." Hearing your tears behind your words had precum dripping and his cock practically begging to burst.
Knowing he wouldn't last much longer if you both kept up with the constant teasing, his hands finally let their grip off you and to his pants. Your hands now pressed against the glass, your head dropped to avoid the painstaking scene of dead and dying classmates on the field outside.
As Gwinam finally dropped his pants and boxers, he let out a freakish grin seeing your distaste toward the chaos outside. Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to stare ahead as his pink tip circled your soaked hole.
It was all too much. You felt your pussy throbbing as you tried to find any way to make the dominance Gwinam was exhibiting less arousing.
"Watch them as I fuck you, Mouse," He purred into your ear, pushing his hard cock in slowly. You felt him stretch your fleshy walls, a soft groan sounding from both your throats simultaneously, "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"
You nodded with a whine, turning back to look at him with round eyes. He ran a finger across your lips before turning your head back to the window, angling his dick at your entrance.
As per his usual style, he gave no time in letting you adjust, immediately setting his rough pace. Each thrust let out a loud slap that echoed, angering the zombie under the piano further.
Your senses were slowly diminishing until you were just as brain-dead as the zombies—minus the dead part. Your hair pulled back by his hand, the one on your jaw now letting go and squeezing your ass. Though he had now let go of your face, you still remained looking out the window.
You wanted to be good for Gwinam. You were good for Gwinam.
Your emotions built up in your chest. Every erotic and devastated emotion. You wept as you watched the few survivors that made a break for the schools gates get eaten alive, slowly cracking and turning.
"Fuck—I love it when you cry, baby," He moaned, throwing his head back as his pace quickened.
Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the slight overstimulation only enhance the pleasure you were feeling. Gwinam reached down, thumb instantly finding your clit and rubbing fast circles, matching his perfect pace against your throbbing cunt.
Your hole squeezed against his dick, and he 'tsked', "Don't you think about cumming." You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach. You could feel his dick sliding in and out of you, each time stretching your hole so that it would only ever be the right size for him.
He was marking you as his, and you didn't want it any other way.
Gwinam's hips stuttered, pace growing sloppy and uneven, "I'm gonna cum in you, okay baby?" He growled in your ear, licking a stripe down your jaw and to your collarbone, "I'm gonna make you mine, and you're gonna take my cum."
You felt yourself reaching the edge at his words, soft cries releasing from your throat as all you wanted to do was squirt all over his veiny length.
"Please.. Please let me cum, Gwinam, I'll be good," You whined, rutting your hips backwards against his, meeting them in the middle and bringing you both so much closer to your edge.
He shook his head, pulling your hair and causing a shriek to emit from your throat. He wanted nothing more than to have you creaming all over him, but he knew the pleasure he felt from commanding you was even better.
Gwinam bent forward against you, and he groaned as you reached back and pulled his hair. He grabbed your neck as he felt his high approach, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.
Finally giving you permission, Gwinam bit his lip, nodding his head, "Yeah, baby. Cum with me. I want you to cum." He muttered almost incoherently, and his approval was enough to snap the coil once more.
Following after you seconds after, you both continued your desperate movements against each other until the ropes of his semen remained inside your vagina.
The floor underneath you was dampened by your shots of cum, legs faltering. You fell against the window, Gwinam grabbing you by your waist and carrying your half-naked body into the supply room.
You were practically asleep as your body fucked-dumb was weak. He lay you on a sofa in the closet, not bothering to cover you up.
He knelt down, licking a stripe in your pussy filled with his cum. He could taste himself, salty and warm, the overstimulation causing your hips to jut upwards as your half-asleep self muttered under your breath.
Gwinam stood up, staring at you for a moment, before turning and heading toward the broadcasting room.
Maybe when you woke up, you'd think it was all just a dream, and would go back to fearing for your life—But the cum spilling out of you made you know that whatever had happened was real—and you knew you would want more.
I'm probably blind and couldn't find the rules so sorry if I mess up!
anyways, can you do a smau for main characters of aouad?? or you can just do your favs if it's too much! :)
I don't really have a specific idea, I just need more aouad stuff so maybe idk reader randomly sending a silly photo of them with no context or maybe one of those 'tiktok trends' like "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" yk, silly stuff. if you have another idea that you'd rather do than I'd take that too!!
have a good day/night<3
All of us are dead main characters when: you say "can I tie a bow around your wrist?" ──★˙🍓̟!!
SMAU (social media au - texts)
gender neutral!reader
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: nothing just fluff!
note: hey anon <3 I love love love you sm for requesting all of us are dead! and no you're not blind! I don't have a rules page just yet, only whats on my pinned. I def will make one soon though! I hope you enjoy this!
Hii ! Wondering if you could write a fic for a Suhyeok x fem reader and they’ve known each other since they were little, eventually start dating and during the apocalypse fem!reader gets bit and turned to a halfbie and at one point bites Suhyeok? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense this is my first request!
Anon- 🧁 (if it hasn’t been taken)
Bitten
Pairing: Lee Su-hyeok x reader
A/N: Thank you so much for the request. I did change it a little bit, but feel free to send me another request with a bit more specifics about what you might want to happen in a scenario that part didn't get cut out (it might make more sense once you read).
I don't remember perfectly how much time passes between all the events, so I hope I stayed somewhat plot accurate.
I’m so happy the All of Us Are Dead fandom is getting requests, I really thought it might be pretty dead. Keep the requests coming :)
Credits for borders
“Why would we go to the skatepark?” You looked to your boyfriend, who was trailing slightly behind you as you walked through the school.
“It could be fun,” He smiled at you sweetly, as you narrowed your eyes at Lee Su-hyeok.
“I don't think I even know how to use a skateboard anymore,” You pointed out. “We haven't been in years.”
He shrugged. “Then we can go and just hang out.”
You stopped walking, eying your boyfriend up and down. “Is this because In Deok-su still goes to the skate park?”
“No,” Your boyfriend spoke in a very unconvincing tone as he shook his head. You groaned, being able to see right through him. “Really?”
“It’s just because he said you would never be my girlfriend. I want to prove him wrong, show off our relationship. You looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. “Yeah, he said that when we were five.”
Su-hyeok looked at you blankly. “So?”
This seemed to be a trend with your boyfriend. Since you had been friends for so long, he seemed to have a list of people he needed to “show off to” and “prove wrong. You found it sweet how long your boyfriend spent pining after you, even before dating.
But the many trips of showing you off were starting to lose their charm.
Still, your boyfriend looking at you with pleading eyes always seemed to work, no matter how hard you resisted. You groaned. “Fine”
"Yes!” he cheered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. Even a year ago, Su-hyeok would have "been disgusted" ever pleading or cheering in a public space for you. MAYBE it was because of his bad boy attitude at the time, or his insistence that you would never like him back, but he never thought it could be true.
Now, even with his new popular, golden boy persona, he didn't give a damn if anyone saw him acting like a fool. It was all worth it to be with you.
“Can we please just go on a day that isn’t too busy? I don't need to-” Before you could finish your words, a student bumped into you as they ran past, not even turning to apologise.
“Hey punk, watch where you're going!” Su-hyeok yelled after the student, fulfilling his boyfriedn duty to defend you. “Are you alright?” He asked in a much more gentle tone as he turned to you.
You didn't answer his doting question as you stared wide-eyed straight ahead. His eyes followed, as you both saw more students running towards you in a panic. Behind them were a handful of students who were covered in blood, growling and snapping their jaws.
The only word you had to describe them was: Zombies.
“It’s fucking train to Busan,” You muttered, as your boyfriend grabbed your arm, dragghing you through the hallways. Quickly adapting to the new rapid pace, you broke out in a sprint, moving yourself so you were next to Su-hyeok.
“What’s going on?” You yelled out to your boyfriend, who was frantically looking around for a way out of the school. “Just keep running,” He called back, dragging you further into the halls.
You rounded a corner, coming to a halt as you hit into something. You let out a shriek, opening your eyes to see that it was only Nam-ra. It was the first time you had seen your class president show any real emotion, as her face was shrouded in fear.
Unfortunately for you, your shriek had attracted more zombie students. "Come on," Your boyfriend ordered, dragging you to safety. You quickly grabbed onto Nam-ra's wrist so she wasn't left behind, making an almost chain between all of you. Once you were all at the same pace, you let go of each other, allowing you to dip and duck through other obstacles.
"Help me!"
You didn't know why, but the shouting voice caused you to freeze. Turning, you saw a student being bitten from the hallway to your left. You didn't recognise the student, or the zombie that used to be a student. Still, your heart ached for the loss of a classmate.
"Y/n!" You turned back to your boyfriend, who was with Nam-ra at the end of the hall in front of you. They were both gesturing for you to follow. You stepped forward to join, only for the door of the classroom between you to swing open, and a student stumbled out.
You all froze as the body lay on the floor. Before it started shifting and cracking, it was clearly about to go through the transformation. There was no way you could walk past the student without getting bitten.
You slowly stepped back, looking down the hall to your left, hoping maybe there would be an escape. Instead, a zombie stood there, the student it had just bitten slowly finishing its transformation.
It wouldn't be long until they noticed you.
You watched as Su-hyeok assessed the situation, clearly about to run towards you. “Stay there, I’m coming,” he muttered, about to take a step towards the now rising student. It growled at Su-hyeok, about to charge at him.
“NO,” you yelled, and the three zombies all turned their attention to you. The cracking of their bones as their eyes narrowed down on you made it clear they had a new target. “No, please just leave me,” You yelled back, clearly not talking to the zombies.
Not letting Su-hyeok protest, you turned around to run back from where you came. You ignored Su-hyeok's pleading as you began sprinting down the hall, only to find another zombie rounding the corner at the end.
You turned back, looking through the zombie charging at you to Nam-ra, who stood watching with sad eyes.
“Stop him,” You mouthed to her, knowing Su-hyeok was going to try and be the hero, even if there was no logical way he could save you.
Nam-ra shook her head. She didn’t want to just leave you wither. She wanted there to be a way to save you.
“Please,” You yelled, only motivating the zombies to further target you.
Grabbing Su-hyeok's wrist, Nam-ra followed your final request and began dragging him away. You couldn't see it, but you could hear your boyfriend yelling in protest. You just hoped he would quiet down enough to survive.
You turned around, just in time to be met with a zombie pouncing and feeling the sinking teeth in your flesh.
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You groaned as you woke up.
Not a zombie groan, but a groan like you had been sleeping on the worst mattress. Being on the floor of your high school was basically the same thing.
“What…where am I?” You mumbled as your eyes adjusted to the light.
You gasped as you saw the zombies, memories of the apocalypse flashing through your head. At the sound, several zombies whipped their heads towards you, scrambling in your direction.
You winced… but no attack came.
Opening your eyes, the zombies seemed indifferent to you, slowly moving away. They didn't want to attack you. You looked around in confusion, hoping to see a familiar face that wasn't decomposing. Instead, you caught your own reflection in the window of a classroom.
On the side of your neck was a big bite mark, clearly from one of the zombies. You inspected your hands and body, which were covered in small scratches and teeth dents. Seems several zombies had a go at you.
You sat still as you waited for the transformation to start. You expected cracking bones as all your humanity slowly drained from your brain.
But nothing happened.
You looked around in confusion. Was this just how all zombies felt on the inside?
There was a sudden crackling, and the voices of your classmates started playing from the loud speakers. You watched as the zombies all rushed to get to the speaker crawling and clawing at it. Though your ears rang from the sound, you didn't feel any urge to follow it.
You didn't feel the urge to attack every sound you heard.
You could vaguely recognise the words of your classmates: calling for Cheong-san. You were more focused on trying to wrap your head around what on earth was going on.
There was one part of the message you heard loud and clear.
“And y/n, I know you're still out there,” The voice of your boyfriend spoke. “Please find us.”
You smiled, tears welling in your eyes, knowing both that your boyfriend was not only alive but looking for you. You stood up, about to happily reunite with your classmates, when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your leg.
You looked down to see that your foot had been twisted completely backwards. In absolute fear, you let out a scream as a few zombies glance towards you. You shook your foot, as if doing so would get it to go back into place.
You were even more disgusted as you watched the foot crackle back into place; the only sign that it had been like that was the dark bruise on your foot.
You stared at your foot.
Then your arms.
Then again, at the clear bite mark on your neck through your reflection.
You may not act like a zombie, but you sure as hell looked like one. The speakers no longer had the voices of your classmates; instead, they played quiet music.
You knew you couldn't reunite with your classmates.
You couldn't handle them seeing you like this. You were a danger to them.
You weren't too sure how long you sat there in the hallway. There weren't any clocks around, and there was no one to ask…or keep you company. You didn't even notice your frozen state, just staring mindlessly at the bodies that walked past. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.
Your thoughts paused as one particular zombie walked past you.
“Gyeong-su?” You asked, as you saw your classmate… your friend, not even registering that you had called his name. “Gyeong-su,” You called out again, finally standing up. Again, you received no recognition.
You ran after him, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. He snapped a few times at first, but sensing you weren't prey, he began to move away again.
“No, Gyeong-su, it’s me… please,” You pleaded, shaking the boy as if the sudden movement would snap him out of it. As if it would bring him back. He just growled at you. “Please, Gyeong-su. You can be like me, ok? I got bit too”
You didn't even know you were crying until the tears began hitting your hand. "I don't know how to activate it, but we can work together and-"
Gyeong-su just growled lowly, thrashing his body harder as he tried to get away from you.
There was no getting him back; you knew he was gone.
You dropped your hands, allowing the zombie that wore the face of your friend to wander away without a second glance. You assumed he was just going to wander aimlessly, but you suddenly became aware that he was trying to get to the speaker. A new sound of choir singing rang from the speaker.
You raised an eyebrow, wondering if somehow a group of idiotic singers had made it through.
There was the sudden noise of pots and pans and voices yelling from somewhere in the school. You knew it wasn't from this floor, yet somehow, you could still hear the noise so clearly.
Those idiotic noise makers were not singers; they were your idiotic friends.
You had been lucky that you didn't turn out the way Gyoeong-su did, but there was no telling that they would be lucky. You were determined to make sure none of your classmates had to suffer that fate.
You ran to the stairs, which were already flooding up with zombies, trying to push through the mindless crowd. They seemed more desperate than you to get to your friends.
You felt like you were drowning in this sea of snarling creatures, but you were determined to get to the top. You don't know how long it took you, or how many zombies you had to hit out of the way first, but you broke through the barrier as you arrived at the top of the stairs.
You didn't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't Nam-ra kicking Gwi-nam out of a window.
“Holy shit” You muttered and Nam-ra’s eyes widened.
“Y/n?”
The meere whisper of your name made suhyeok whip around, making eye contact with you. He could tell your eyes weren't lifeless.
It was you.
“Come on” Nam-ra called to you, though you could barely hear it over the banging on the door coming from above you. You stood there stunned when a familiar hand grabbed your wrist.
Like so many times before, your boyfriend pulled you forward, getting you to safety. By the time you reached the door, it had swung open, revealing a helicopter just taking off.
As your classmates waved for its attention, you and Nam-ra used your strength to get the doors closed again. You could hear the zombies banging on the other side, but the door wasn't budging.
That moment of relief instantly left as you turned to see that the helicopter was making no attempts to turn around and collect you.
Your group was left to just watch as your last hope for a saviour flew away without them.
You let out a sigh as you tried to catch your breath from everything that happened. Suddenly, you felt an arm wrap around you, and a pair of lips on yours.
When the figure separated, you were happy to see that it was infact your boyfriend.
“I knew it, I knew you were ok,” Su-hyeok spoke with teary eyes as he looked at you fondly.
“I wouldn't let you get rid of me that easily,” You responded, trying to muster up as much positivity as you could.
He slowly tucked your hair behind your ear, but his hand stopped. You could tell from his gaze that he could now see the giant bite mark on your neck. You sighed as he stepped back, finally taking in your appearance.
From your deshiveled state you could tell he was piecing it together.
“Wait, I can explain.” You started, but were cut off by Dae-su, “You’re a halfbie.”
You looked at him, confused. “What?” You looked back at Su-hyeok, who reached out for you but you stepped back. “What am I?” You asked, looking at your classmates for an answer.
Nam-ra stepped forward “Your a halfbie” She held out her hand, revealing a bite mark on her own wrist. “You’re like me”
---
You watched from afar as your classmates sat around the makeshift fire they had created, talking amongst one another. Even Nam-ra sat next to them.
Despite them insisting you joined, you had used your new strength to climb to the spot above the escape door, where no one could reach you.
“You should really come down.”
That didn't stop your boyfriend from insisting on standing by you the entire time.
“You should go and be with them,” You retorted, and he shook his head.
“Not without you”
You sighed. “I’m too dangerous to be around-” Su-hyeok groned loudly at your statement. “How many times do I have to tell you, you’re ok? Nam-ra jas been with us all day, and she hasn't done anything dangerous.” He purposely left out the part where she almost bit him.
It was his fault anyway; he had prodded her too much. He had just wanted to prove that if Nam-ra could survive the bite, there was a chance you could.
And in the end, he was right.
“It’s different,” You spoke, and Su-hyeok looked confused. “What do you mean?”
There was silence, only the sound of steps as you jumped down from your spot, now standing in front of Su-hyeok. You held out your arms, and he took them as you were about to hug him, but you didn't. “Look at me”
He looked over you. “So what, you have a few scratches. You’re still beautiful,” He insisted, but you shook your head.
“That’s not the problem,” You pointed out. “Nam-ra is pretty much untouched; her bite mark is hidden, she can pass as normal. How am I meant to hide the fact that I’m bitten to authorities?” You asked, and Su-hyeok paused. “We can…. We can hide the mark with your hair.”
“Which will get blown out of the way as soon as a helicopter arrives,” You rebutted.
“But-”
“And even if it didn't, you don't think they’ll want to check out my injuries instantly. What are they gonna do when they realize my bruised foot is healed, but the markings are permanent?”
Su-hyeok went silent as he watched tears flow down your face.
“I may be able to control my urges around you, but that doesn’t mean I’m safe to be around. I have to be ready to hide as soon as people come to save you.”
Su-hyeok shook his head. “No, no, you're coming with us. You are going home with us.” You shook your head, equally as stubborn as your boyfriends. “We don't know how they’ll react. They might shoot me as soon as they see me. They might shoot all of you for even being around me.”
“Then bite me.”
The words felt heavy in the air as you processed what he had said. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “What?”
“Bite me. So then whatever they do to you, they do to me too.” He stepped closer to you, holding his arm up to your mouth. “I don't want to go anywhere unless you're coming with me. So if I have to be a halfbie too, I will take that sacrifice.”
Having his arm so close to your mouth was appealing. You could hear his blood pumping as the flesh seemed more and more delicious. You took his arm in your hand, and he winced, turning away so he wouldn't have to witness the bite.
Instead of a bite, he felt you intertwine your hand with his.
He looked at you with an almost hurt expression on his face. “What-”
"I know you want to stand by me.” You spoke slowly, “but…But I NEED you to survive suhyeok.” He opened his mouth, but you shook your head. “None of this is worth it if you don't make it out. I need you to survive,” You repeated, not letting him come up with any other excuses.
He sighed as he nodded, resting his forehead on yours. “I will," he spoke, rubbing your shoulder comfortably. “We both will”
And with that, he led you to the campfire, where you were welcomed by your classmates.
There was still the lingering realization from everyone that you would not be surviving with them, no matter how much Su-hyeok insisted.
But getting to be at that fire with your classmates was not just surviving. It was the last time you really got to live.
[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.
Summary: You're a new transfer in Hyosan High School! Have fun with your classmates while you can, we never know what could happen...
Pairings: none,
Genre: fluff,
Warnings: none (mention of Weak Hero bc im obsessed),
AN: English isn't my first language, please excuse any grammatical errors :)
/!\ The reader is gender neutral but I don't like using y/n so only the name "Yoon" will be used as your name (and no it does not mean you guys are part of the asshole's family (Gw!-n@m)).
"Ya! Shut it brats!"
Ms. Park yelled through the classroom. Students listened—barely—and sat back at their respective seats.
The teacher's gaze swept across the room and sighed as it locked on one silhouette.
"Sleeping in on your first day?"
The student didn't move, face first on the desk, resting shamelessly on their arms. Ms. Park sighed.
"Class president, wake them up."
Nam-ra looked towards you, nudging your shoulder until you woke up with a flinch, groaning through half-lidded eyes.
"What—?"
"It's so kind of you to join us Yoon." Ms. Park smirked sarcastically. "Try to stay awake through the lesson mh? Wouldn't want you to get detention your first time here."
It took you a second to answer, a lazy smirk on your lips.
"No problem ma'am."
Ms. Park sighed once again and looked away from you as the lesson started. Some—or most—students had turned to look at you, like they'd just now noticed the new face among them. You ignored them and stretched before resting your chin on your palm, turning to your desk mate—Nam-ra.
"Hi." You smiled. "So, class president uh?
The girl gave you a look, as if wondering why were you even talking to her, before slowly nodding and going back to studying—her expression not changing once.
You grinned and gave a small nod.
"Fair enough."
You yawned quietly and rubbed your eyes before resting back on your desk.
"Wake me up for lunch yeah?"
You didn't wait for an answer before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.
* * *
The bell had never been enough to wake you up. This time was no different—yet you opened your eyes as someone kept shoving lightly your shoulder.
You groaned and looked up, an eye closed and the other barely open. Standing besides your desk, towering over you, was that same girl.
"It's lunch."
Her voice was flat and low, lacking any warmth yet not dismissive nor mean either.
"You actually woke me." You grinned, stretching and slowly getting up. "Didn't expect that."
The girl didn't answer, watching you silently before turning around to leave, earphone in her ears. You watched her for a moment, still grinning. A student approached before you could add anything.
"Hey, you're new right?"
You turned to look at the guy smiling at you.
"My name's Woo-soek. Don't mind Prez, she thinks she's just better than anyone."
He sneered, like he said something funny. You looked at him, then back at the closed door Nam-ra had exited through.
"Well, I think so too. She's just so cool, isn't she?"
Woo-soek's eyes widened as you smiled brightly at him and left without another word. He was joined by his friends as he looked at you, still dumbfounded.
"What the fuck?"
* * *
Once in the cafeteria, it wasn't long for you to find Nam-ra. She sat alone—if you except her notebooks—, and ate silently with her earphones still on.
Smiling, ignoring the evident stares that came with being a new transfer in high school, you walked chin high to her and sat besides, beaming.
"Hey there." You smiled. "On a date with your books?"
She looked up at you, her eyes reflecting a surprise her face hid.
"What do you want?"
She asked, her voice calm and somewhat gentle as she took an earphone out. You shrugged.
"Oh you know. Just passing by, admiring people's beauty. You're pretty cool you know that?"
This time, the girl couldn't hide the surprise that etched her features. And somehow, the way she seemed genuinely confused—watching you like you were a new species she tried to figure out—, it stung a little.
"What do you mean?" She asked, still serious despite the hint of warmth you swore you saw in her eyes.
"You're class president." You replied, grinning. "Top of the school I bet. That's cool."
Nam-ra kept quiet, observing, before looking back at her lunch tray—seeming genuinely moved by your words.
"I guess." She muttered.
"It is." You retorted.
When she looked at you again, you were stuffing rice into your mouth and spoke up with your mouth still half-full.
"You're like the nerd characters in dramas." You blurted out. "Everyone bullies or dislikes them but they're actually the best. Well, most of the time."
You chuckled before turning serious.
"You're not gonna stab me with a pen are you?"
She frowned.
"What?"
"What?"
There were a silence where you both looked at each other, confused.
Nam-ra slowly shook her head no and you gasped like she'd actually stab you.
"Aish, we'll have to watch it together—can't let you stay uncultured like that."
She blinked.
"Together?"
You froze, chopsticks in the air and mouth open as you were about to take a bite. You turned to her—meeting her confused eyes yet much warmer than the first time you'd crossed them.
"Yeah." You smiled. "I mean, if you want to of course."
There was a small silence between you two as you kept eating and Nam-ra watched you quietly.
"Yes."
She spoke softly, making you turn to her.
"I want to."
AN: This is the first part of either a small series or a bigger fic if im inspired :) felt bored and wrote this but kinda like it tbh and now i have too many ideas 😔 tell me what you think! I'll write the next parts and post them as soon as I can, it might be long though. Please tell me your thoughts in the comment and if you wish to read the rest (i might do a taglist as well so put ☆ in the comments if you want to be tagged when I post the next chapter).
The first chapters will most likely be platonic with all characters and I'm still thinking if I should make this a romantic x reader by the end but idk :/ tell me your thoughts in comments!
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 (reader name)___ ", 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
(reader name) ? 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
