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Tips for going down on a girl?
Don’t be a bitch. If you’re gunna do it, do it well.
Tease the fuck out of her before going in. Put that tongue away. Kiss every inch of her, except her pussy. Inner thighs, neck, lips, nipples. Start at her mouth, work your way down. Did you get her neck already? Good, now do it again. Build the anticipation. She’ll love it even more.
When she can’t handle the anticipation any more, go in for the kill. Eat that pussy like you’re on death row and it’s your last meal.
Most girls respond really well to clit stimulation, but don’t over work it. Some girls like it when you stick your tongue in, some don’t, so be cautious when exploring that option.
The best way I’ve learned to do it is to start off slow. Long licks. Cover all of it. Slowly work your speed up. Go a little faster. Every been told to write the alphabet with your tongue? Fuck that. It’s stupid.
Have her lay on her back, put her legs over your shoulder. That’s the one of the best positions for her to get max pleasure. It also allows you to use your hands. While your mouth is going to down reach up with your hands, grab her breasts, (some girls like their nipples squeezed when getting eaten out. Try exploring that option if she’s down). You also have the options of using one of your hands to finger her or rub her clit while you lick. If you get into a good motion of licking while you rub her clit with your tongue, I can almost guarantee that she will go crazy.
Think you’re done after she cums? WRONG. You’re not done until she grabs you by the hair and pulls you up because she can’t take it any more.
Now go my student, go and eat that pussy like it’s your sole purpose in life to make that girl scream your name, Gods name, and every swear word she’s ever heard in her life.
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going down! (sneak peak)
synopsis: taking a trip to South Korea and somehow managing to catch the same flight as the famous Jeon Jungkook was sheer luck. but getting off the plane to a virus outbreak that has turned half the city into flesh eating zombies was not; but hey, at least you were stuck with the golden maknae. now, you two must battle through a zombie infested Seoul, to get to Daejeon where safety and survivors are promised.
rating: e18+
warnings: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, character deaths but not really major?, angst heavy angst, horror, reader is the generic damsel in distress at first, JK has to protect reader a lot lol, he’s kind of an ass at first but he warms up, there’s fluff but not like.. your basic description of it, heavy sexual tension throughout the story, heavy petting, kissing at weird times, hand holding cause anxiety, JK has to reassure and baby the reader a lot, smut at the end cause you deserve it LOL (i’ll add the smut warnings when the story comes out). Writing this for my baby Rose; she deserves something good n long to read during her quarantine.
tagging: @kinktae , @riasmithharren , @tiberiaxs
Something felt wrong. It was so quiet, and the first class cabin seemed to be deserted. You nudge Jungkook, shrugging your shoulder and shaking him, your voice quiet, “Jungkook”, you whisper. He doesn’t budge. After a few more failed attempts, he finally arises, groggily grunting into your neck before looking up at you, “What is it?
“We’re landed. But something’s wrong, the plane is empty, I think”, and he perks up at that, looking around. Once he takes in the atmosphere and scene, he peeks his head out of the little chamber before closing the door shut and muttering, “Yeah.. I think the plane is empty. Why wouldn’t they wake us up”, he asks quietly.
You don’t answer him, instead pulling out your phone. Immediately you notice that you have no service at all. You can’t call anyone, and text messages weren’t sending. That’s weird.
Unbuckling your seat belt as quietly as you can, you slide out of your seat and crouch down to the floor. “What’re you doing”, Jungkook asks, unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over your seat to look out the window. It’s almost dark outside. ‘It’s night time here’, he thinks to himself, his eyes wandering up to the sky. There’s a hint of smoke in the distance, almost like multiple fires are burning. His lower lip is sucked between his teeth when he feels the plane shake, like something’s exploded nearby.
You fall back against his legs with the force, hissing quietly as you bump your knee on his steel toe boots. Looking up at him, you tap his thigh, eyes laced in confusion, “What the hell was that”. He shrugs, “I’m not sure, but it was close. It seems like the city is on fire, there’s a lot of smoke in the sky”.
You’re about to speak before you hear a loud, bone-chilling scream before it’s cut short.
Now that was close.
Panic starts to set in, you don’t know what’s happening. Your anxiety bubbles over but before you can utter anything to Jungkook, there’s a loud pop and you cower.
That had to be a gunshot. What the fuck is happening?
going down! (01)
synopsis: taking a trip to South Korea and somehow managing to catch the same flight as the famous Jeon Jungkook was sheer luck. but getting off the plane to a virus outbreak that has turned half the city into flesh eating zombies was not; but hey, at least you were stuck with the golden maknae. now, you two must battle through a zombie infested Seoul, to get to Daejeon where safety and survivors are promised.
rating: e21
warnings: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, character deaths but not really major?, angst heavy angst, horror, reader is the generic damsel in distress at first, JK has to protect reader a lot lol, he’s kind of an ass at first but he warms up, there’s fluff but not like.. your basic description of it, heavy sexual tension throughout the story, heavy petting, kissing at weird times, hand holding cause anxiety, JK has to reassure and baby the reader a lot, smut at the end cause you deserve it LOL, smut (later in the story). Writing this for my baby Rose; she deserves something good n long to read during her quarantine.
taglist: @kinktae @riasmithharren @gukkiecuddles @shubhiixxx @fuck-expectations-people @jenryu @fullsunkook @fancykoos @jeonbis @tiberiaxs @jennie-rubyjane (comment if you’d like to be tagged. all current people that are on the taglist will be tagged unless asked otherwise.)
part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4
Exhaling as you stepped through baggage checking, your run a distressed hand through your tangled hair, black curls bouncing back as you thank the staff and move forward to your gate. It was four in the morning, the sun not even risen as you rub crust from the corner of your eyes, yawning behind your mask.
You were scheduled for a plane to Seoul for a job opportunity, going to check out the city and go apartment hunting. Majoring in English and studying Korean, you would be a paid tutor while you focused on your own field of choice; Medicine. Only Twenty-Two, you were almost a fair way through college. This chance to teach English while also juggling College would be a breakthrough for you; and a bonus, your college tuition here would be free due to the Study Abroad program.
With all that in mind, instead of flying your usual coach, you’re in first class, and you couldn’t be more grateful as you approach Gate 5. Your eyes wonder and you notice there’s only a few people sitting around, mostly older couples and a few teenagers. You see one guy sitting all the way towards the back with his face covered by a black mask and his hair tucked away with a black bucket hat. You can’t see his eyes but you’re sure you’ve caught them.
Instead of staring at the mystery man, you take a seat a couple rows in front of him where there’s a middle ground; no one’s behind you and no one’s in front of you. Plugging in your headphones, you shut your eyes and wait to be called for your flight. Somewhere between Zayn’s ‘Pillowtalk’ and Travis Scott’s ‘Highest in the room’ you doze off, head resting in your palm.
You’re awakened a little bit over an hour later by a hand gently shaking your shoulder. Eyes fluttering open, a bit blurry, the mystery man is standing over you, looking down at you. His eyes look familiar but you can’t quite pinpoint why. Instead, you pull your ear buds out of your ears and he nods his head to the line of people boarding the flight.
“Thank you, oh god”, you mutter, standing up and grabbing your bags. He doesn’t say anything, just turns and heads to the gate, showing the flight attendant his ticket and he boards.
‘He’s first class too?’
Shaking the thought from your head, you sigh and shuffle forward, showing the flight attendant your own ticket and she let’s you through. Not before you hear a shout from the end of the corridor towards baggage claim, and your head turns to peek. You see security scrapping with someone, but they don’t seem to be winning. The scene seems to unfold even worse when it looks like the aggressor bites one of the officers and they let out a shout.
The flight attendant next to you ushers you in and you stumble a bit before catching your balance and making your way to the plane. Once on it, you began to look for your seat, and once you find it, you sigh in content. Putting your carry on in the overhead storage cabinet, you take a seat next to the window, thankful that first class had more sofa like seats. Kicking your feet up, you look out the window as you watch the sun try to break through the dark sky.
Someone sits down beside you but you don’t bother to look their way, instead pulling out the foot rest and letting your legs prop up. The plane would be taking off soon, currently speeding down the runway.
“Can you move your arm over a bit”, a deep voice mutters from beside you. Head turning, you almost choke on the saliva in your mouth, gawking at the celebrity glaring at you. Mind frozen, you stare at the perfect features so up close. You almost want to cry, his face more beautiful the more you stare, “J-”, you can’t even speak, your voice catching.
He tilts his head before smiling a little at you, “Yeah, Jungkook, it’s me”, he chuckles a bit dryly, motioning at your arm. You feel like you annoy him with you fangirling, so you hold it in, completely removing your arm from the arm rest and gluing yourself up against the window. If he feels bad, he doesn’t show it, instead turning his head to watch as the seat belt light comes on.
Once up in the air, things seem to ease up, Jungkook kicking his own feet up and relaxing next to you. Dozing off once again, you sleep the flight away, only awaking to stretch your bones a few times. At some point, Jungkook’s head slumps against your shoulder, his hair fanning across your neck and his breathy snores in your ear. Instead of getting annoyed or shaking him off, it lulls you deeper into rest, and your bones nearly turn to jelly.
Awaking a few hours later, the plane is quiet and dark, the dark haired boy still sleeping soundly beside you. Peeking out the window, you notice that you’re landed, plane pulled safely up to the airport.
Something felt wrong. It was so quiet, and the first class cabin seemed to be deserted. You nudge Jungkook, shrugging your shoulder and shaking him, your voice quiet, “Jungkook”, you whisper. He doesn’t budge. After a few more failed attempts, he finally arises, groggily grunting into your neck before looking up at you, “What is it?
“We’re landed. But something’s wrong, the plane is empty, I think”, and he perks up at that, looking around. Once he takes in the atmosphere and scene, he peeks his head out of the little chamber before closing the door shut and muttering, “Yeah.. I think the plane is empty. Why wouldn’t they wake us up”, he asks quietly.
You don’t answer him, instead pulling out your phone. Immediately you notice that you have no service at all. You can’t call anyone, and text messages weren’t sending. That’s weird.
Unbuckling your seat belt as quietly as you can, you slide out of your seat and crouch down to the floor. “What’re you doing”, Jungkook asks, unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over your seat to look out the window. It’s almost dark outside. ‘It’s night time here’, he thinks to himself, his eyes wandering up to the sky. There’s a hint of smoke in the distance, almost like multiple fires are burning. His lower lip is sucked between his teeth when he feels the plane shake, like something’s exploded nearby.
You fall back against his legs with the force, hissing quietly as you bump your knee on his steel toe boots. Looking up at him, you tap his thigh, eyes laced in confusion, “What the hell was that”. He shrugs, “I’m not sure, but it was close. It seems like the city is on fire, there’s a lot of smoke in the sky”.
You’re about to speak before you hear a loud, bone-chilling scream before it’s cut short.
Now that was close.
Panic starts to set in, you don’t know what’s happening. Your anxiety bubbles over but before you can utter anything to Jungkook, there’s a loud pop and you cower.
That had to be a gunshot. What the fuck is happening?
Jungkook scoots you over before sliding open the cubby door a bit, peeking through. Immediately his gut sinks. On the chamber across from yours is a bloody hand print, smeared as if someone had slapped or banged on it. There’s papers everywhere, suitcases are all over the place, clothes are scattered, and there’s blood splattered around. ‘What the fuck happened? How didn’t you two hear any of this? Where is everyone? What are we gonna do?’
He shakingly closes the door back, looking down at you with a quiet exhale, “We need to get the fuck off this plane”. Fear settles in you once he says it. His face is paler, almost like he’s seen a ghost. What the fuck is out there?
You’re scared, and Jungkook can see that.
“We have to go, okay? I don’t know what’s happening, but we can’t stay on this plane, we can’t stay here. I don’t think we’re safe”, he whispers, looking at you intensely. You’re all he has for now, and he’s all you have. He doesn’t wanna leave you here to fend for yourself, his conscience wouldn’t survive the guilt.
With your eyes watering, you look up at him, sniffling softly, “Jungkook, I’m scared. What’s gonna happen to us”, you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks. He shakes his head, sighing to himself as he wipes your tears gently, looking down. “I don’t know, but I won’t leave you here. I’ll protect you, okay? So let’s go.”
Taking a deep breath, you nod, letting Jungkook step out of the chamber first. Once you’re out, you get a good look at what had him so terrified at first. It looked like someone was murdered here. Your lower lip quivers at the sight of all the blood and Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, lacing his fingers through them before pulling you towards the front, picking up a metal bat that had been tossed from somewhere on the way.
You were right, the plane was completely deserted.
Quietly easing towards the front of the plane, you hear a crack behind you, almost like someone just stepped on a piece of glass. You and Jungkook both turn your head to see a flight attendant, but something’s off about her; with a limp to her walk, her skin is pale, and hair tangled. A piece of flesh dangles from her teeth and blood is all over her. She looks.. dead.
No. Fucking. Way.
Jungkook yanks you behind him, “Y/n, get that door open”, he mutters, watching the woman carefully, “STAY BACK”, he demands, but it falls on deaf dead ears. She keeps shuffling until she’s within arms reach, and Jungkook shoves her back with the bat, growling under his breath, “Y/n! The door!”, he snarls.
You snap back into action, trying your best to twist the handle, pushing and pulling until your hands are aching. Jungkook curses when the woman lunges at him, ducking back until she’s standing between you two. You don’t notice her coming behind you until there’s a loud snarl and she grabs at your arm. Screaming, you shove her away, punching and kicking at her until she crumples to the ground.
That does nothing but slow her down a bit as she’s already back on her feet lunging at you all over again. This time, before she can manage to bite a chunk out of your pretty face, Jungkook clonks her in the back of the head with the bad hard, effectively killing her.. again.
Shaking, you start crying, tears running down your cheeks as your hands shake, “W-why didn’t she stop.. what’s wrong with her”, you sob. Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t know, but you have to stop crying. We have to go.”, he says gently, using his own strength to force the door open, and you grip the back of his shirt, walking out into the unknown behind him.
I'm happy to do this at any time!
Well, someone had to take the first step.