The adrenaline still ran through your veins as your dance instructor permitted you guys to “disperse” from the atrium. Your dance group, along with all the others, had a ‘pow wow’ where you performed the pieces you would dance at the showcase only just a month away. Your mind drowned in the hoots and hollers of the other performers as they watched your group perform, it was a well-needed confidence boost.
Jungkook was at your side in an instant as you gathered your belongings, putting on your sweater.
“So, you were pretty amazing today,” he complimented shyly. You smirked.
“Really, for which group?” Both you and Jungkook belonged to one dance group, Dance From Motion (DFM), while Jungkook belonged to Tertiary Movement and you also danced for Evolution of Dance (EoD).
He gathered his backpack, following you though he should have been the one leading the way. “Both, idiot. You’re an incredible dancer.”
You heart warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. You were pretty amazing, too.”
His smile fell and you instantly thought of what you could have said wrong. “Really? I wasn’t feeling the set for Tertiary.” You nodded instantly, having an idea of what he meant.
“You look a little bit uncomfortable when the couple dances of the set come in.”
He shrugged while nodding at your critique. “Maybe it’s because I’d rather have someone else all up on me for those parts of the set.” He bent towards you, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively as you rolled your eyes. It was no guess that he liked you, and you liked him back. You had already had that conversation with him, but neither of you said anything about it after your confessions. You guys had, what you believed, a healthy flirtationship.
“Either way,” you countered, “you need to get into it. It’s not like I can take the girl’s place just cause you want me in there.” His silence only made you think he was actually considering that as a possibility, so you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going back to your dorm?”
Jungkook nodded as you walked outside to the fresh, cool autumn air. “Jin is making dinner tonight. You wanna come over? Or will it be too late for you?” You were a commuter on campus, meaning you didn’t live there but came to class from home everyday. It was only 8pm, not too late. You gave a confirmation that coming over wouldn’t hinder you at all.
You got to the dorm building in less than 10 minutes; the trek there has gotten easier since the first time, seeing you’ve frequented Jungkook’s dorm countless times. You’d already met his other six roommates, and they’ve grown accustomed to your company.
“[Y/n]!” You heard Seokjin exclaim as you followed Jungkook inside. The other boys were in the living room, as well, playing video games and conversing with one another. The others greeted you as you did them, and Seokjin called you over to their small kitchen.
“I already baked the cornbread muffins,” he said with a low tone, as if it was a secret. Before you could either decline or accept, he slipped the muffin into your hands, staring at the guys in the living room to make sure none of them were looking.
“So, what’s wrong with my face, exactly?” Jungkook asked, stealing a bite from the small muffin as you dropped your stuff into the corner of his room. It was rather expansive, meant to fit two beds, but there was an odd number of boys, and he lucked out as the last addition to their roommate arrangement.
You plopped into the seat by his desk as he pulled another chair from by his bed. “You just weren’t convincing me, y’know?” He shook his head, silently saying he didn’t know.
“The song, the dance, it’s all sensual,” you explained. “It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face.”
He sat quietly, letting your words marinate properly, before he finally looked with a grin. “You maybe want to demonstrate what you mean?”
You shrugged, getting up to go to your bookbag and retrieve your phone, already scrolling through the songs.
“Woah, what are you doing?” Jungkook questioned, watching as you placed your phone on his desk and you stood in front of him.
“Lapdance,” you answered nonchalantly. “Lap dances are all about the tease. They’re very powerful.” You waited patiently, watching as he measured how serious you were. Seeing your sincere, leveled expression, he nodded.
“There’s only one rule: no touching,” you state, shuffling from foot to foot as the music slowly builds. The beginning is on the longer side, and fortunately so, since your rule ignites curiosity out of Jungkook.
“Is that, like, an actual rule?” His head cocked to the side, eyes trained on yours and attentive on getting answers. “How do you know that? Who else have you given lap dances to?” His genuine wonder made you smirked before giving a heavy sigh of exasperation before focusing again.
“Are you jealous? Do you not want me to continue?” He shifted in his seat at your threat of stopping before you even started. You allowed the music, amplified by the hard surface of his wooden desk, to take over once again, your swaying becoming more pronounced with every beat.
It starts off as an act - the sensual swing of your hips, the arch in your back, the way your hands fell limp as they slid down your neck and lightly down your chest - all of it was just to get into the mood, more focused on the way the music controls your movements. Your eyes had closed when your act started, the spotlight you imagined shining down on you all behind your closed eyelids. But as you open and meet the fire burning in his brown eyes, it’s simply not an act anymore.
Soon your hands are burning a trail that his eyes ignite, a fire that flickers to life in your stomach as your movements become more purposeful, exact. He’s guiding you to drag your feet forward with the longing in his expression, but you’re the one still in control, the one on top. You slide your knee to the chair, grateful it’s big enough so you can maneuver without having to touch him so excessively. You’re there, knees digging into the plush cushion of the chair as you straddle him, hovering over him and holding his intense gaze. Your hands rest at his shoulders, moving the small distance to settle at the crook of his neck. You see his hands twitch on his lap, and you’re quick to remind him, “No touching.”
“But you’re touching me,” he argues with the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.
“Keep your hands to yourself unless I say so. That’s how this works in the real world,” you pause, moving your hips back and forth and letting your head fall to the side with a heavy breath, “so this is how it’ll work in here.”
He pouts, his eyes unable to keep from roaming over your motions, begging for more. “You’re really no fun, [y/n].”
Even with his complaining in the beginning, soon you’ve gotten his full attention, entranced with the way your thighs lowered you ever so slightly, just a hair away from grazing his lap. You could forgive the burn in your thighs from all the work when you saw his jaw slackened from awe, staring intensely with a hitch in his breath every time your hips went down. You let one of your hands move down his chest, his skin burning through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your eyes followed your hand, glancing up through your lashes to see he did so as well. He was still in the palm of your hands, right where you needed him.
His throat bobbed with the heavy gulp as you took his hand in yours, placing it firmly on your hip, his palm damp from heat. Almost unconsciously, his thumb slid under the hem of your shirt, aching for more contact than he was allowed. You stilled, a glare burning your gaze before you yanked at the collar of his shirt until it pulled over his head and threw it to the side. You weren’t sure how long you could keep up this act, what with the rise and fall of his chest giving away his desire as much as his tensing muscles as you continued to caress softly at his torso.
Your skin began to prickle with heat and sweat under your efforts; you took both his hands, placing them on his hips before letting your arms wrap around his neck, your mouth moving to his neck, nipping at the skin before whispering, “Do you what you want,” before dropping into his lap, sharing a groan as you ground heavily against his hard member through both layers of clothing.
He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter as you continued your grind, while the other moved over your skin, sliding up your thigh, making its way up your torso, your skin jumping under his blazing touch. He grabbed at your breast as he bucked upwards, sending a jolt through your core that brought a moan to your lips, muffled by the burning skin of his neck. He twisted his face, catching your lips with his as he ground against you. The song had ended, you noticed through the lust-filled fog of your brain, and the room grew quiet safe for the smack of your lips, the heavy breathing as you both tried to grab onto air without breaking apart.
Your grip on his neck grew tighter as you slid your body against the hard planes of his, trying to get as much friction out of your current position. Nothing was enough, and a whine escaped between the sloppy kisses. His hand slid back down your waist, hand pushing at the hem of your shirt and you leaned back just a tad so he could keep his hands moving up and up-
“Yo, it got way too quiet in here!” Taehyung bellowed, bursting through the door with a huge grin on his face before his eyes bugged at the sight before him. You jerked away, losing your balance and falling to the floor with a dull thump against the hard carpet. Taehyung’s eyes flashed between you and Jungkook, before laughing, doubling over from where he was half inside the room. “I can’t believe I actually walked in on something, holy shit!” He continued his laugh before shaking his head and leaving the room, closing the door.
You and Jungkook shared a sigh, thinking the interruption was finally gone. But, alas, there was a yell right outside the door.
“Whenever you get your shirt on, dinner is ready!”
You huffed out a laugh, more amused by your initial embarrassment than anything else. You finally meet Jungkook’s gaze and your eyes trail down his body until you see the hard-on showing so visibly in his tight jeans and you deflate because there’s no way you can do anything now.
“I should probably go.” You find your voice to be rather low and small since it fills the room so easily. When your statement receives only silence, you nod and stand up, stretching out your legs and not letting yourself walk as if your knees were bent for too long. You grab your sweater and book bag, heading to the door when Jungkook finally reacts, standing in front of the door before you can reach the handle.
“You don’t...have to go,” he says, his voice wavering with his still heavy breathing. You lick at your lips to hide the smirk, watching his bare chest move and the way he shifts from foot to foot faintly with his body still reacting to your makeout session.
You used your finger to push him aside, enjoying how easily he let you pass. “Just use what I did,” you said as you opened the door. “It’s not just the moves, it’s the facials. I hope you were paying attention.”
The light clicked in his head as he watched the way your teeth grazed your lip. “Yeah, I’m a fast learner,” he said. You waved your goodbyes to the guys sitting in the living room as you walked towards the door, not showing how obvious their stares were as they watched a shirtless Jungkook escort you to the door.
He opened the door for you. “I promise to show you what I learned tomorrow in practice,” he paused, gnawing at the inside of his cheek, “and maybe afterwards?” The hope in his eyes was too childlike for you not to giggle at. Goodness, what had this boy done to you?
“I’ll see you at practice, Kookie,” you cooed, walking towards the elevator.
Jungkook sighed as he watched you enter the elevator, closing the door and tugging at his pants again to try and relieve some pressure from his still ever-so-present issue. Taehyung poked his head from the the corner of the living room before sashaying to his position against the door. He presented Jungkook with a bottle of water.
“You want this? You look a bit thirsty.” He barely got the joke out before he laughed out, doubling over again. Jungkook only cursed under his breath before heading back to his room. Your words echoed in his head: It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face. The only thing that filled his head as he headed to the bathroom was the run of your tongue against your lips as your hand trailed down his chest.
“You gonna take care of something, Kookie?” Jimin called out, followed by a howl of laughter from the rest of the guys as he pushed on the bathroom door and slammed it shut. You’d played the tease until the very end and one day he’d pay you back.
*A/N: Since this is a repost, Part 2 will be coming soon ^-^*
THE HOLY GRAIL OF 3D PRINTING UTILITY. FURBY!
This model, printed on a zcorp at Hasbro Providence, is one of the first prototypes hasbro developed for the working parts of the original FURBY. Gears are in back. Electronics were test fit on this actual print.
The FURBY sold over 5 million units in its first year.
Printed by Paul Sardinha
3d prototyping and modeling instructor
Sgt Lionel S Pilkington, F/L Reginald E ‘Unlucky’ Lovett and F/O Newell 'Fanny’ Orton of No 73 Squadron RAF, standing by a Hawker Hurricane Mk.1, enjoying a brief respite from operations at Reims-Champagne, Bétheny, France in April 1940.
Pilkington KIA 20/9/41, Lovett KIA 7/9/40, Orton KIA 17/9/41
22 year old F/Lt Lionel Sanderson Pilkington DFM was shot down over Hazebrouck in France, he had been due to get married six days later. He is commemorated on the memorial at Runnymede
26 year old F/Lt Reginald Eric Lovett DFC was also shot down and killed in combat. His Hurricane, P3234, crashed on Fritze Farm, Stock, near Billericay, and he is buried in Hendon Cemetery.
26 year old S/Ldr. Newell 'Fanny’ Orton DFC was shot down over Saint-Omer and neither his body nor the wreckage of his Spitfire W3772 were ever found. He has no known grave and is remembered on the 28th Panel of the memorial at Runnymede.