Zerobaseone Hard Thoughts - Tumblr Posts

— WHISKEY . . . P.GW

GENRE - smut (18+)

PAIRING - outlaw! gunwook x fem! reader

WORD COUNT - 2,005

SYNOPSIS - you meet a particularly interesting outlaw at your bar who seems more interested in you than his whiskey.

NOTES - unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint, clothed sex, semi-rough sex, gunwook has a massive cock, use of nicknames (doll, baby, etc.)

TAGS - @seoktized @teaxeee @woongiez

© taeraelicious. do not steal, plagiarize, translate or modify any of my works on any platform. reblogs are appreciated!

“What can I get for you?” You asked a man, dressed all in black. You were standing behind the bar, leaning against the counter. This bar was filled to the brim with all sorts of outlaws, you wouldn't be shocked in the slightest if one or more of your customers were a wanted criminal. The man you were serving was young, far too young for the vibes you were getting from him. “Whiskey, neat.” he said in a bland tone, his deep voice initially unamused as he cleaned his revolver. He reloaded his bullets, sliding it back into his holster before he finally looked up at you just in time for you to slide his drink across the counter.

He was honestly expecting an old hag or a slutty barmaid, but you… you were incredibly sexy, clearly strong yet still having a unique elegance to your movements. He studied you for a short moment and couldn’t help but crack a small smile, looking you in the eye as he took his drink. “Thank you, dollface.” He charmed, his tone having a hint of sensuality to it.

You brushed it off, most men and women that come through these parts tend to flirt with you anyways. It wasn't like he meant anything by it. At least that's what you were made to assume.

As the night wore on, tending to customers and scattered glasses, you noticed the same man lingering for longer than the typical bargoer. He had only ordered two drinks and was drinking them slowly. Occasionally you would sense his gaze on you, sometimes you’d catch him staring, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shamelessly checked you out. Though numerous others did the same thing, something was different… Maybe it was the way the other men usually cat-called you and he didn’t utter a single word. Maybe it was just that he was so mysterious, you didn’t know his name or his story. All you knew was he was fine as hell and he clearly thought the same about you.

It was nearly two in the morning, the moonlight providing a crisp glow to the dim bar. You were trying to close up, most of the customers had already left. Most… except him. The man in question was on his fourth drink since his arrival around eight o’clock that same evening. His glass wasn’t even half empty. “I need to close up.” You said clearly, grabbing a rag to wipe down the tables with. The man simply picked up his glass, putting it to his lips. “Just give me a little to finish my drink, love. I won’t cause you any trouble.” He mused, a chuckle dying on his tongue as he sipped his whiskey, the warmth of the alcohol burning his throat in the most devine way.

As you worked on cleaning the first of many tables you let out a hum. “Fine, but finish it before I finish my cleaning.” your voice came out firm and he didn’t dare question your authority. “Yes ma'am.” He echoed. The next ten minutes were an oddly comfortable silence, your cleaning going uninterrupted. As time ticked on you couldn’t help but begin to feel more intrigued by the man sitting silently at your bar. You finished up your tables, working up the courage to break the silence once more.

Walking across the room you grabbed the broom, beginning to sweep up the sand and other nuisances that kept you busy so late after business.”So what’s your name, outlaw?” You ask, trying to prevent yourself from seeming just as interested as you were.

“Now why would you want to know that, darling?” He remarked, a dry chuckle echoing throughout the bar. “Why ruin such a beautiful mystery? Do you want to turn me in or something, sugar?” His words took a moment to register in your mind, but you couldn’t help but scoff. “Turn you in? Do you have any clue how bad for business that would be? I couldn’t care less about what you’ve done, sugar.” you sniped back, a look of intrigue crossing the man’s face as you finished sweeping the floor.

“The name is Gunwook.” He took a swig of his drink, the glass clunking as he sat it against the counter, a smirk playing against his plump lips. His gloved fingers tapped the counter, something impatient as you moved to the task of wiping down the bartop. You slowly cleaned in his direction, tackling the barstools as you went. As you reached him, you could see a playful grin tug at his features. “Seems I need a bit more time to finish my drink.” He murmured, looking at his drink.

You rolled your eyes. “How much time do you need?” He had probably had that one drink for going on an hour now, Gunwook knew he was testing your patience, you could tell by how he spoke. Through the slight annoyance, you had to assume he had another intention lurking at this bar in the middle of nowhere. “How much time can you give me, baby?” your stomach churned at the nickname, a blush rising up to your ears. Gotcha… Gunwook smirked, gripping your hip with his large hand. He could sense your growing desire and decided to seize the moment, the slight buzz he had acting as excess confidence.

You felt your breath hitch, his firm touch searing into your skin. Your eyes scanned his, lust glimmering behind his deep brown eyes that matched the same desire you could feel growing between your legs. “I suppose there’s a few ways you could… occupy me..” your voice was not but a hushed whisper, Gunwook’s thumb massaging your hip with a sly smile. “I’m sure I can arrange that.” His hand slipped under your shirt and around your waist, his strong arms pulling you closer. His eyes darkened as he looked at your lips, not wasting a single second more before his lips crashed onto yours. His plush lips were intoxicating, his tongue slipping into your mouth seething with silent desperation. The malty flavor of the whiskey he’s been drinking making you feel dizzy.

His lips break the kiss only to move to your neck, muttering against it in between kisses. “Tell me gorgeous, what do you want?” Your breathing was already uneven, your eyes fluttering shut as you relished in his kisses. “You.” you whispered, feeling dazed. He didn’t wait for confirmation, his hands flying to the button on your pants, unfastening it and flipping you around to press you against the counter. You let out a slight whimper, looking over your shoulder. His lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll make you feel good…” He cooed, pushing your pants and underwear down in one swift motion.

Gunwook’s clothed cock presses against your now bare pussy, your slick coating the front of his black pants. “Please.” you writhe, pushing against him. His cock wasn't just a want anymore, but a need. He takes the glove on his right hand, biting the leather at the tip and pulling it off, tossing it onto the counter haphazardly before dipping between your folds with two fingers, spreading your lips, feeling just how wet you were. “God darling, you're dripping.” His words were laced with a tantalizing level of lust. You whined, but were quickly shushed by the sound of his zipper being swiftly yanked down and the sound of fabrics moving as he pulled his dick out.

Within seconds, his tip was sliding against your entrance, teasing you. You could already feel his swollen tip and just how thick it was. “I might just break you, sweetheart.” He mused, one hand on your hip, keeping you bent at the waist over the counter and the other gripping the base of his cock as he slowly pushed in. He was massive, stretching you out seemingly more and more every centimeter he slid in. His lips met your neck, kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin to help distract you from the discomfort. You were relieved he was taking it slow so as to not hurt you. He may not be a good guy, but he wasn't a monster at least.

As he bottomed out, his tip was pressing against your cervix. Gunwook let out a deep groan as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. “You are so fucking tight.” He breathed, halting all movement, giving you both a short minute to adjust before he slowly pulled out. You could feel the veins lining his cock as he moved, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your mouth fell open. When he was almost out he pushed back in quickly, causing you to jolt forwards. “Fuck!” You yelp out, your pussy instinctively clenching around him.

A gravelly and amused chuckle coming from behind you as he started to repeat his action, the yelp slowly morphing into a series of high pitched moans as his hips slowly sped up into a steady pace. His hips were pounding into yours, one hand both pressing your back into an arch, pushing your shirt up out of the way and stabilizing your jostling from his harsh thrusts as his hand reached next to you both on the counter, picking up his whiskey from the counter.

The water ring that had formed under the beverage from condensation clinging to the bottom of the glass as it was lifted, Gunwook placing the glass to his lips sipping it as the cool water dripped onto your lower back. His thrusts didn’t falter as he held the glass, your moans echoing throughout the empty bar as his cock abused your pussy. “G-gunwook,” you mewled, looking over your shoulder at the outlaw, his eyebrows furrowed in focus as he watched his length moving in and out of you. “G-gonna cum!” you warned, the coil in your stomach tightening more and more. Gunwook looked at you, amused. “Already baby?” he taunted, though he had to admit, he wasn't doing any better himself, his balls were already tightening, yearning for release.

He downed the rest of his whiskey, discarding the glass onto the counter before slapping your ass, gripping your hips with both hands. He sped up, fucking you faster, harder, deeper. You were practically seeing stars, strangled moans and curses practically being screamed as he fucks you into your orgasm, you were squirting on his cock, your gummy walls fluttering around him as pure ecstasy washed over you. With a fucked out expression, the additional squeezing around his dick, your angelic moans and the surprise of you squirting causes Gunwook’s hips to stutter, him pushing his length into you as far as it’ll go as his orgasm overtook him suddenly. A guttural moan makes its way out of his throat as he rocks his hips slowly, emptying his load into you. He’s still dazed as he pulls out slowly, his cock still letting out little spurts of his thick cum, his cock slowly softening, beginning to hang heavily between his legs. His cum started to leak out of you, dripping out and onto the floor where the puddle of your own release was.

Gunwook grabbed his handkerchief, using it to wipe his length off before tucking himself back into his pants and gently cleaning you up. You whimpered in overstimulation, to which he shushed you, putting your garments back over your body and giving you a kiss to your shoulder as you stood up on shaky legs. He then dug in his wallet, sitting a good amount of money on the counter. “This should cover the whiskey, no?” He chuckled, gathering his things. “Seems I kept my promise to be finished before you got done cleaning up. Have a good night doll, maybe we will run into each other again sometime.” He winked at you as he left, leaving you to finish tidying up the bar with a bruised cervix and a limp that lasted the rest of the week.

back with links ;3 two this time!!! hope you all enjoy <3

nsfw, mdni

jiwoong loves when you let him fuck your face. fingers you while he does it, making you moan around his cock. jiwoong always makes sure to fuck you good after, fucking his pretty girl dumb for being so good for him.

hao getting you all worked up. fingers slowly circling your clit through your panties as he plays with your tits. once you’re all needy & wet, he makes you ride him. praising you while you bounce on him like a good girl.

hanbin punishing you for being a brat. tying you up and stuffing you full with a dildo. you can only stand there and take it while he thrusts the toy in and out of your needy cunt. if you’re still acting up, he has you on all fours, spanking your pussy to remind you that he’s in charge.

matthew loves corrupting you. making a mess of you in front of all your stuffies by degrading you, telling you that you act so innocent but really you’re a little slut for him. something about you holding onto your big teddy while he rails you ignites something in him,, only making him want to corrupt you more.

sucking taerae off while he games. feeling his cock grow in your mouth as he desperately tries not to moan cuz he’s playing with friends. after he cums he turns the game off and leads you to the bed where he eats you out. he loves when you suffocate him with your thighs so he’s moaning into your pussy the whole time.

ricky letting you grind against his face, desperately lapping at your juices as you roll you hips on his tongue. ricky lives for pleasuring you so he’s bending you over the couch, railing into you from behind. he loves watching you shake and cry because his long pretty cock in bullying your insides. always praises you for taking him so well and gives you the most mind blowing orgasms ever for being his good girl.

gyuvin fucking your thighs. he gets so lost in the pleasure and ends up cumming quickly. paints your thighs with thick ropes of cum while he’s moaning for you.. makes up for it by fucking you fast and hard, secretly trying to make you cum fast as well.

being so needy to the point where you’re desperately grinding on gunwook. he sits there and lets you rut against his clothed cock. tells you if you want him so bad you can have him; so you ride him. at first he tells you he’s not gonna help you, but when he feels how tight you’re clenching around him, poor wookie caves in.