#then they literally strapped me in to what I can only describe as a cripple bus. yeah.

[lovelyisadora]

love love love when wheelchair assistance at the airport is so fucked it makes you miss your flight, and the gate agent tells you to go fuck yourself as she looks you right in the eye and closes the flight in front of you 🙃

[kandyrezi]

Offers you some pocket lint and also a bag of chocolate buttons and an actual button or two

Can I get some uhhhhhh Yandere Ziki stuff?

—esurient;

pairing: yandere!ziki x reader

warnings: dismemberment, amputation, blood & gore

(a/n: I have no idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with those assortment of items you just electronically gifted me, but thank you anyway -

- yeah, not me thinking to myself upon seeing this ask ‘who tf is ziki?’ ……. OH, THE MOUTH WITCH. moment of enlightenment after that. (there are some bonus headcanons as well at the bottom of this fic! <3))

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

SHE DIPS HER FINGERS into the crimson stain, placing the blood-stained digits on her tongue, identifying the one it belongs to. Unmistakable, no doubt. Her lover's blood isn't as tasty as some of the others' she's consumed – but it's inconsequential. The taste bears no meaning in comparison to the adoration she feels for the one who brightened up her world like no one else ever has.

(she remembers the look in your eyes – lost and confused – the very look you gazed at her with the first time when she spotted you.)

The blood splatters leave her darling's scent lingering, yet they themselves are nowhere to be found – most likely having somehow wandered off to somewhere. You must have hurt yourself, as she doesn't remember you bleeding when she'd left you on your lonesome.

(she fell in love with you the day she'd met you.)

It's too bad no one in this world will come to your aid, not like she did when she first met you. The other witches are all selfish and only acting in their own self-interest.

(not wanting to lose someone so precious and wanting to consummate your love, she took you back to her little place of residence hidden away in the witch world.)

Finding you is laughably easy when you didn't even make it very far in the first place; you're awfully noisy and the tongues on her body have excellent taste receptors. One of the mouths on her braided hair maims you in the thigh, hardly a challenge at all as you're still drowsy from your escape— rather, your impolite, unannounced departure. As you look up at your pursuer hovering on her broom with your one still-intact eye, instead of ghostly white, her eyes shine a captivating yellow much like the mysterious sphere resting in the skies.

You must have seen her then for who she really was.

A witch of hunger and rage.

She didn't want to inject you with her venom. Weaker creatures such as yourself were easily susceptible to it and would likely die from it ("cardiac arrest" Ptomain had described it as) as opposed to becoming immobilised.

You are not the human who had the prettiest lilac eyes who escaped from the mansion of a vampire lord. You are not the leopard seal girl with broken fangs she came across beached on an island.

But you're you, and that's all she cares about.

. . .

The source of light provided by a stream of orange glow from the skies reflected off of the leaves from the trees yet the bright hues do nothing in ways of giving comfort. It could be pitch black and your heart would threaten to beat out of your chest from terror in equal measure.

You're partially blind due to your missing left eye and your surroundings are alien to you. Never would you have willingly entered a maze of unknown woods, yet at this moment you're desperate. You wish some ghastly beast would emerge from from the underground to devour you right then and there to simply end it so you wouldn't have to endure it – anything at all to avoid the deadly clutches of Ziki.

The soles of your feet no doubt have developed callouses and your toes burn from how long you've been running while avoiding getting your ankle stuck in vines or treading on one of the many-eyed endemic snakes. You momentarily lean your weight onto a (hopefully) harmless tree trunk with your dismembered, two-fingered hand.

The wind blows, howling right next to your ear, causing a tremor of shivers to trail down your spine. You feel like you're being taunted, watched with a calculating gaze – you push yourself upright and are ready to sprint (to your death if you have to), but it only takes you less than a second—

The jolt of sharp pain in your thigh forces you to freeze up like an icicle as the painful sensation rapidly spreads through your body. You fall into the dirt with no way to brace yourself with painful collision. something (but you know it's in fact, a someone) has bitten you in the leg and the juncture above your ankle is maimed next.

Ziki might not be hunting you for the purpose of killing you (—or so she's claimed) yet obviously natural predator-prey instincts kick in when the one being hunted down isn't so keen on allowing the one doing the hunting to sink their sharp, sawtooth-like tusk into your thigh so she can't let you get away. Especially now when one of her twin-tail mouths latch on to and break through muscle and tissue, the stream of red running down your leg creating another warm shade of color to paint the woods with. You're too weak to struggle much due to injuries you've sustained back at the witch's residence and on the run, and the fight ends before it can even begin.

You slip in and out of consciousness many times – the words shifts and moves around you, but you aren't sure where you ended up, not until after you wake up again.

The braided witch is saying something but you can't make out all the words.

"Neither your eye... your fingers... enough."

Were you really taken back...?

"It seems... you still don't... the conjoin of our love, so..."

What is this lunatic saying?!

"...Zi-Ziki..."

Your head barely becomes clearer yet it still hurts, you realize it when you feel the tight hold of belts strapping you to a familiar chair by your ankles and shoulders. It must be her kitchen. Where she keeps her jars and other glass containers full of substances you don't want to know about. The herbs and flowers hanging from the walls can't block out the stench you feel oozing from them. You can't really see her, but a smile on her face was normally her default expression, so it's far from a stretch to assume so.

"But I'm not complaining," Ziki keeps on talking, "Not when the meat from your flesh is so... tender. I've been keeping you well-fed and nourished, you can thank Ptomain for giving me some tips. Not sure how she knows so much about the health of your kind, but..."

She leans forward to hold your hand with farce tenderness, her other fingers stroking the outlines of the veins on your wrist below.

"...it's good that you're here now! After this, you'll tell me how much you feel the same way that I do for you~! Don't worry, I won't let you die. A witch's promise."

All the mouths on her body open to showcase their sharp teeth right in front of you. you vaguely register her biting your arm off from the elbow with the mouth on her face while the rest hold your body still to keep you from struggling. It's not a clean bite – she twists and yanks as your bones crack and shatter while tissues come apart under her immense strength. It all happens in less than a few seconds yet your nerves are on fire and you can't remember screaming or crying or pleading – nothing – as your body forces itself into unconsciousness from shock and agony.

You pray you won't wake up again after this time.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

• Ziki has a desire to consume a part of her lover so they're with her always - probably a body part like fingers, an entire limb, earlobe, or an eye (rarely) - possibly keeps some in a jar as well. She "falls in love" easily but is unable to "keep them"for long because she becomes too overzealous in her treatment of them.

• She hates it when her darling runs away from her. It's enough to make her lose her composure and almost kill them when she finds them again - it's mainly a stroke of luck when she doesn't violently lash out at the moment of seeing them.

• Despite how much of a whacko she is, she is actually strategic when it comes to anatomy and knows best places to injure to keep a darling immobile or crippled.

• Ziki doesn't have any healing abilities like some of the other witches. If her darling were a human, they would most likely end up dying from the injuries which she inflicted.

• She is kept under careful watch of the Great Witch to make sure she doesn't go overboard but will sometimes turn a blind eye if it's some stray, weak human (since they don't usually survive under the harsh conditions of PBW anyway).

• While she will otherwise go for anyone, she has a bit of a fetish for humans in particular because she likes how frail and docile they are.

• Feels lonely since the death of her familiar (not caused by her). This might correlate with her desire to keep a plaything to fill in that void (...or it might not).

• The mouths on her body can open and eat things, but can speak with only the one on her face.

• Ziki is friends with Ptomain and Kagimori. Since they can do types of witchcraft that fundamentally differ from one another, Ptomain has given her tips on medical care and health without the need for magic usage. Kagimori sometimes complains about the mess from blood stains on the hardwood floors of Ziki's cottage when she goes in for a visit.

• Her eyes change color depending on her mood; her pupils are pure white when she's feeling more docile, but they turn yellow when her emotions become intense and she feels them strongly.

• Aside from her appetite for flesh, she also likes mandarin oranges.

- - -

(a/n: ziki is literally a blank slate with just a visual appearance, so I got a little creative with her in ways you normally can't with established characters. I wrote the headcanons while i was trying to figure out her personality for just myself initially, but then decided to share them anyway.)

[i-want-to-be-manhandled]

more trans ramblings (tramblings?) - to T or not to T, that is the question

so i’m writing this so i have some thoughts to show my therapist next week instead of scouring my brain for them but im posting it on the internet instead of keeping it in a word document or some shit cause i need some of y’all to relate and i’m already way too personal on here anyways. and also at this point this is my personal blog too, i’ve given up entirely on keeping it just for video games. tl;dr: please tell me i am not the only one with stupid amounts of doubt going against the stupid amounts of evidence that i am very transgender. 

tw: long post, doubts, testosterone/hrt effects discussed in detail, (don’t read this if you know me irl and haven’t personally talked with me about being trans? otherwise go ahead), nsfw cause we’re talking about genitals but mostly towards the end of the second to last paragraph (i’ll strike the nsfw stuff), mention of rape but no discussion of it happening, lemme know if i missed anything

so as my last transpost said im very excited for my hysto that im nowhere near getting but im flip-flopping as to whether or not i want to go on t. i know i can get it fairly quickly if i decide i do want it. there’s a trans health clinic in walking distance from where i am moving in 23 days, i have 3 therapists who will write me a letter of recommendation for testosterone, and my mother even found me the trans health clinic so she’ll try to find me somewhere else to go if they don’t take me in for some reason. (having a supportive mom is great i don’t miss her crying about how hard it is to have a trans kid in january and february.) and i’ve looked thoroughly at the effects of testosterone and have sorted them into pros, neutrals, and cons. (posting it here again mostly bc i need to do it but i also need some of yall to relate and/or validate me and/or answer my weird questions)

pros:

voice drop. im so tired of having a squeaky voice which is exacerbated by me always being anxious, and my sister has a deeper voice than me and always tries to sing ridiculously low parts to stretch it for some reason which makes me feel insecure. and apparently my voice is “always squeaky” according to my dad and like? shit man i pass until i talk that’s just the tea. 

i dont even care if i have a super deep voice, i actually think i’d rather be a solid tenor because that’s the vocal range of most of my favorite songs, but i want to sound like a man when i talk and not an 8 year old girl

side note apparently a lot of trans guys have male “internal voices” but mine just sounds like how i sound when i talk because i’m a very literal person and that’s why it took me forever to figure out i was trans and not having a male internal voice makes me dysphoric sometimes and even doubt that i’m trans at all... that’s dumb af i know it’s just my literal personality type not me actually being a girl

more muscle. i dont work out as it is right now but if i knew i’d see results the way i want them then i probably would. also im getting ripped during the school year anyways bc i walk everywhere with a 15-20 pound backpack strapped to me so i’m at least gonna look semi muscular which is what i want anyways. please give me strength quite literally i can barely lift bro

bottom growth. ik it’s still not going to be ~enough~ or whatever but i’d have... something? that would be nice. 

side note would packers start to be uncomfortable with something there bc i wonder about that sometimes. not that mine is super uncomfortable now or anything (i just haven’t figured out how to make it sit right) but i wonder about that

NO PERIODS NO PERIODS NO PERIODS NO PERIODS NO PERIODS

if im one of those guys whose periods dont stop on t i am actually going to perform a hysto on myself

fat shifting from hips, thighs and butt to my stomach. i don’t care if i have stomach chub or not, but i DO care that my hips are Like That and my things are Really Girly and i have a fucking Girl Butt TM like please just let me Not Have These Problems

having a more angular face. doesn’t happen to everyone per se but because of my facial structure as it is and also what my dad looked like when he was my age, i probably will get this change. i have actively wished for this since i was 13 and didn’t even know dysphoria was a word. hopefully it makes my lips a little thinner too or at least more masculine.

veins becoming more prominent. i have this one pic of me where it looks like i have Guy Arms and i just wanna look like that all the time ya know

lookin like a dude and passing? that counts right

neutrals:

facial hair. i know a lot of trans guys want this but i’ve never wanted one. i just want a jawline to cut a bitch tbh i’m never having more than stubble except the beard imma wear to my high school reunion

body hair. this is more of a pro-neutral ig bc i want it on my arms and legs but would prefer not to have a lot on my chest and stomach. fortunately i dont think my dad has a whole lot but i’m a pretty hairy afab person as it is i just dont wanna be a werewolf lmao

hair loss at temples. i just don’t care about my hairline enough for this to really bother me. maybe i will when it happens but *shrug*

scents of sweat/bo/urine changing? idk i feel like it will be weird, maybe gross if it turns out bad but honestly i don’t really care what i smell like as long as i don’t smell like a dumpster fire? i shower it’s fine lmao

rougher skin? i dont know if i’d like having rougher skin but i also dont like being an uwu soft boi so

acne. nobody wants it but like... i already have stress-acne right now and don’t really give a shit because i hate how my face looks anyways. not that i want a fuckton of acne because nobody does but im not gonna cry myself to sleep over it ya feel? it’s an annoyance but not really a con

cons:

increase in sex drive. not to be nsfw but masturbating is a chore as it is. it hasn’t been fun since i realized i had crippling bottom dysphoria and even then i can’t get off unless i’m completely distracted from my body (either through porn or being too tired to care). also i have like a 2% chance of ever having a partner so i really dont wanna have to deal with having the sex drive of a 12 year old boy when im 19, single, depressed, and dysphoric. im not even asexual but this is the worst con

emotional changes. yall know at this point i dont have the best temper, and i dont want t to exacerbate that. now, some of my friends have said that t has made them much calmer and actually less irritable, but the rest of my friends said t makes them angry. i have poor anger management and i know it. i don’t need it made worse. it’ll fuck my life up for real

increase in appetite. listen i have gastritis, ibs and acid reflux i cannot afford to be needing to eat more than i currently do

so as yall can see i have a fair number of all 3: 8 pros, 6 neutrals, and 3 cons. and what’s more, all of the cons are things that don’t have anything to do with my appearance (which my therapist and i noticed during our session a couple weeks ago and really made me think i should go on t). so then the answer should be clear: i should go on t, right? deal with having a fucked high sex drive and be pissed off because of it but finally be able to see my reflection in the mirror. so it should be obvious. what the hell am i waiting for?

the main reason i’m hesitant is i’m afraid i’ll want to detransition. even though i KNOW it rarely happens and the women who do thought they were trans because of unaddressed traumas relating to being female or have a personality disorder. i have neither of those things: the only female-related trauma i have is being slut shamed by my mom for wearing tank tops and any shirt that wasn’t a crew neck and one guy saying he’d rape me in 9th grade because he thought rape and sex were the same thing (for his sake i hope he’s grown the fuck up!! i’m not traumatized from this i just made my teacher not let him sit next to me in class and told him to stop talking to me. sadly this is the most sexual attention i’ve ever gotten), and the only mental illnesses i have are depression and anxiety (unless we’re counting dysphoria, which i definitely have). i also sometimes feel like i discovered it too late: i didn’t say “i’m not a girl” until i was 14, refused to explore my gender until i was 17, and didn’t fully accept i was trans until i was 18. and other dumb shit: i never tried to pee standing up so im not really trans even though i didn’t know what a penis was until i was like 9, ive caught myself twice recently wishing for longer hair which made me feel feminine and gross and dysphoric (even though i know hair length =/= gender??), and im not in danger of suicide if i don’t get testosterone and top surgery RiGhT nOw. the prospect of me detransitioning isn’t likely, when you look at all the facts, but the prospect makes me anxious because everything makes me anxious. i am the poster boy for anxiety. and yes, i know i would have said that even when i accepted that i was technically the poster girl but i would have said poster boy anyways because it was “gender neutral” and didn’t rub me the wrong way like poster girl would have. same reason i insisted on being a dude instead of dudette and only described myself with words that didn’t have a female equivalent in french class even if it wasn’t true. so what the hell am i waiting for.

like i know i shouldn’t be doubting at this point because it’s so, so obvious that i’m trans. just because i didn’t try to pee standing up when i was little or ask why i didn’t have a penis doesn’t mean i’m not a guy. i logically know this. like when i was 11 and i insisted to myself i had a male brain but knew i shouldn’t say that out loud because that was weird and i wanted to be a normal girl who didn’t have a weird male brain, and when i was 7 and at my friend sarah’s house and her room was super pink and girly and i literally thought the sentence “is this what i’m supposed to be like?” and when i was 14 and cut my hair into the Typical Queer Girl Pixie Cut and my hair was just??? gone like i wanted it to be when i was 9 and ended up with a bowl cut instead, and instead of looking in the mirror and thinking i looked like an owl when i was 9 i smiled at how “androgynous” (masculine) i looked, and when i was 11 and only hung out with boys at summer camp and they treated me like one of them and the girls were really mean to me but it was the best summer i’d ever had, and when i was 15 and my friend chris joked that i was the “guy” in my lesbian relationship and i was so fucking happy, and when i was 15 and starving myself because i loved my “angular” figure and jaw,  and when i was 16 and wearing a dress to winter formal because my ex met me in one and i wanted to be cute for him but i picked the dress that looked like a suit because it looked very “queer” (masculine), and when i was 14 and literally went “hmmm im gonna bind my chest just because i wanna know what it would look like” and it made me so euphoric and i knew in that instant i wasn’t a girl but repressed it for 3+ years because dealing with it would just be too hard, and when i was 11 and knew it was going to be my last day going to school without a bra on and just being so ashamed even though i wanted breasts so i’d be a normal girl, and when i was 16 and wearing that backwards snapback all the time and my friend said it was what tops did and i was so happy that nobody would consider me a bottom or whatever stupid shit because i couldn’t imagine myself being penetrated ever in my cisgender gay life, and when i was 16-17 and scouring the lesbian section of pornhub for pov/strap-on videos bc i wanted to know what it would look like to fuck a girl with a dick without watching straight porn because i’m 100% a gay female because the word lesbian is too girly im not a trans guy or anything haha, and when i was 14-and-onwards wondering why it felt so empty between my legs and why it felt like i was supposed to have a dick lmao im totally a girl though haha, and when i was 15 and had to google how to masturbate bc i couldn’t figure it out naturally and still felt like i was doing it wrong, and when i was 15 and looked at my vagina in the pocket mirror i got from selling like 30 boxes of girl scout cookies in 2007 and my first thought was “that is not my body,” and when i was 16 and actually very upset that i couldn’t ejaculate when i orgasmed. trans who? what the fucking hell am i waiting for

seriously. i was 7 and looking at my 2nd grade yearbook photo thinking “that doesn’t look like me,” and i was 13 and looking in the mirror saying “that doesn’t look like me,” and i went through all of my adolescence waiting for “puberty to turn me into a girl” and then i was 17 and done with puberty and crying because my body was still wrong. i can’t believe how hard i tried throughout my whole adolescence to be some facet of “normal girl” so i wouldn’t get bullied and be dateless forever and thinking “puberty hasn’t turned me into a girl yet” and not stopping to think about what i was if i wasn’t a girl until puberty was done, i realized it wasn’t going to happen, and it was too damn late for me. now i’m 19 and don’t leave the house without either a binder or a sports bra/baggy layers combo and i’d wear my packer everywhere if i could figure out how to get it to sit right (and also get it past my parents lmao).  like if anyone else rattled off that list of trans shit i wouldn’t question them for a second. but because it’s me and i’m like “what if i’m transwashing my memories? what if i’m gaslighting myself?” i’m still not on testosterone and please validate me. tell me other trans people doubt themselves, no matter how obvious it is that they’re trans. tell me it’s okay to doubt hrt, even though you know it will be so much more likely to help you. tell me it’s okay to be afraid of detransitioning, even though it’s okay if i DO decide to detransition and it’s so unlikely anyways considering all the evidence of Me Not Being A Fucking Girl.

if you read this all the way to the end here’s an awkward hug and some brain bleach im not even drunk or high i can’t even blame substances for this behavior 

[tayegi]

Nerves (m)

In a lab experiment gone horribly wrong, your nervous system is merged with Kim Taehyung’s... 

Scientist!Taehyung AU 

Warning: smut and ridiculous, fake science crack 

Word Count: 12,419

It's been a long week.

You've been clocking out twelve-hour workdays at lab for all five days. So being able to finally lie down on the couch with a glass of wine is heaven. Your back aches from slumping over your computer day in and day out, and your eyes are bloodshot with strain from staring at the lines of code. It feels so good to just curl up under a plush quilt with your heavy head cushioned by multiple shams that you find your eyes sliding shut within minutes.

You haven't been able to sleep much this past week either, so stressed by the recent disaster at lab that your panicked thoughts keep you up all night. Feeling relaxed enough to fall asleep is an accomplishment in of itself, so you don't try to fight the lull of unconsciousness one bit. Sleep is washing over your mind, pleasantly buzzing in your skull, when suddenly—

Bam!

Crippling pain hits you like a shot to the side. "Ow!" You cry out, violently ripped from your precious sleep as you double over, both hands pressed tightly to your stomach.

There is no one in your studio apartment with you. You are completely and utterly alone. Yet the feeling of a hard shoulder ramming into your middle is unmistakable.

"Kim. Taehyung." You hiss under your breath. Then you're diving for your phone to angrily punch in the number you've dialed way too many fucking times this week.

Luckily, he picks up after the third ring, "Ah, ___," He chimes your name on the other end, "Hello!"

"What the hell are you doing right now?" you growl as you massage your still-sore tummy.

"I'm playing football!" he brightly replies, "But I think Jungkook won…"

"Wait, football?" you repeat in astonishment, "Tackle football?"

"Um… is there any other form…?"

"Taehyung!" you yell his name in frustration, "What did I say about playing sports or doing any dangerous activity in our condition?!"

There's a pause on the other end, and you can practically see him blinking with confusion, "… That I shouldn't?"

"Yes," you grit out in exasperation, "And what are you doing right now?"

"But, ___, it's really fun," he whines, "Do you want to come over and play with me?"

"No!" you barely refrain from shouting, "I am trying to get some rest. 'Trying' being the key word before I was so rudely awoken. Taehyung, can you please let me rest for once?"

"Alright, ___," he reluctantly agrees, and you don't need to see him to know that he's pouting, "I'll stop playing."

"Thank you," you curtly mutter before you abruptly hang up on him. Still annoyed, you irritably kick at your blankets, trying to get comfortable again on your sofa. But it's too late and Taehyung has ruined your peaceful mood with this damned stomach pain that won't go away. You'll probably have to pop a few ibuprofens before it'll leave you. Damn.

And that is how you spend the fifth day sharing a nervous system with Kim Taehyung.

A lab experiment gone wrong.

That's the nice way of describing the terrible accident that merged the pain receptors in your central nervous system with Kim Taehyung's. Before the accident, you had only known him as one of the molecular cell biology graduate students working under Dr. Bang, the principal investigator your lab was collaborating with on a pain receptor separation study for patients with chronic pain in the hospital.

The nature of the collaboration was simple: your computational biology lab came up with the technology to complete the experiment, and the Bang lab only had to carry it out in organic models. Easy as pie. The Bang lab had successfully tested the program you and your lab had slaved over for years, on mice and larger mammals, before they finally got the governmental approval necessary to move onto human subjects, exactly five days ago.

You remember the buzz of excitement around the entire biology department. A cure for chronic pain in a non-addictive way? A substitution for opiates that might combat the drug-abusing issue once and for all? This would be revolutionary. A medical advance that would go down in all of the textbooks. And you would do everything in your power to make sure you got third author on the finished paper.

Of course, the principal investigator of your lab would be first author, and Dr. Bang would be second. But you deserve to be third. You did not devote your entire academic career and years out of your quickly dwindling youth to this project for nothing. You would do anything in your power to make history as one of the inventors of this revolutionary cure. So when Kim Taehyung, the enthusiastic but asinine, third-year student of the Bang lab offers to be the first human test subject, you jumped to intervene, diving after him in the scanner without a second thought.

He should not have entered the scanner so carelessly. And you definitely should not have launched yourself after him. It's a series of ill-timed mistakes. The scanner was not meant to take such a quantity of subjects, and could not adapt to the complexity of both of your nervous systems. But before the senior scientists could intervene and save you, the machine that you've labored over for the past three years overheats, buttons lighting up by random and noisy beeping sounds filling the quiet hospital floor.

And when the smoke clears, everyone is horrified to find that the opposite objective of the experiment occurs—instead of separating the pain receptors in your nervous system, the scanner has combined them.

You can now feel everything Kim Taehyung feels, and vice versa…

You are so fucked.

Oh, and the broken scanner is just icing on the cake.

Your whole lab spends the next week frantically searching up ways to reverse the results and unmerge your nervous systems. Luckily, after a comprehensive medical exam, the doctors in the hospital determined that there was nothing physically wrong with you or Taehyung… except for the fact that you can feel everything this complete stranger is feeling, of course.

After you are discharged from the hospital, you absorb yourself in your work, beyond humiliated by your mistake, and determined to get the scanner up and running again so you can make history and get on that publication already. Although it took you and all the rest of the students years to create the first scanner, you still have the blueprints and all the coding files saved, so it shouldn't take that long to recreate. This is just a minor setback in the grand scheme of things. It's really not a big deal…

Or at least, that's what you think until you realize how fucking insane the man you're sharing your nervous system with truly is.

It only takes twelve hours of sharing a nervous system to realize that Kim Taehyung is a psycho. Every two seconds, you're bombarded with sensations. He must be the clumsiest person alive, for he's always tripping over literally everything. You can't concentrate on your work for sudden feelings of vertigo and sharp pains in your knees. He's also weirdly obsessed with furry animals. You'll be drinking coffee in the morning, and suddenly coughing it up all over yourself when you feel ticklish fur rubbing up and down your face. And always, always it's due to the fact that Taehyung is playing with his test animals… again.

The kid is in charge of decapitating mice and pulling out their spinal cords to examine under his microscope, not cuddling these death row subjects. It's so difficult to concentrate on the lines of code on your screen when you feel something furry crawling on your skin at all times of the day. But all of this is tolerable… until you realize how Taehyung lives his life outside of lab… with that insufferable meathead roommate of his.

You'll be coming home from a long day when you suddenly find yourself strapped for oxygen, an invisible force choking off your air supply as Jeon Jungkook catches Taehyung in a headlock across town. You'll be trying to enjoy a quiet supper when you feel yourself lifted off your feet and thrown across a broad shoulder. The last straw is when you are on the phone with your grandma, wishing her a happy 80th birthday, when you suddenly feel heavy slaps against your ass. The way you had screamed Taehyung's name in a high-pitched voice made your grandmother jump to inappropriate conclusions. And now your whole family thinks you're some kind of sexual deviant.

So three days after the failed experiment, the morning after your scandalous phone call with your grandmother (which she had put on speaker, to make things so much better), you march up to the fourth floor where the MCB department is located and bang on the door until someone lets you in. They take one look at the utter fury on your face and wordlessly lead you to Taehyung's desk.

The young biologist is still wearing his white lab coat as he sits back in his chair and considers an image of a mouse brain on his computer screen. He looks up at your brisk entrance, "Oh, hi there ___!" he crows, smile appearing on his handsome face in delight from seeing you for the first time since the accident, "What brings you here?"

You say nothing in response, but simply grab him by the hand to yank him out of his seat. He stumbles, making you both grunt in pain when the edge of his desk rams into his hip, but luckily catches his balance to totter after you.

"Where are we going?" He asks, eyes bright with curiosity as he cheerfully follows you out of the lab.

You ignore him as you push him into the stairwell and yank him up to the fifth floor. Then you stop outside of the neuroimaging lab. Fortunately, the door has been wedged open, so you effortlessly pull Taehyung inside, pausing as you glance over the rows of tables and workspaces.

"Ok, which one of these fuckers is Jeon Jungkook?"

You could hear a pin drop in the deafening silence that ensues. Then a short man with rimmed glasses who must be a postdoc awkwardly points to his deskmate. There's another pause. Then the oversized young man sitting in front of the computers sheepishly raises his hand.

You blink as you take in his broad shoulders and the firm muscles that are visible even under his lab coat. Good lord… This won't be easy… But you have a score to settle. So you feign confidence and wag a finger at him, "You, meathead. Come outside now." And without waiting for a response, you grab Taehyung by the elbow and drag him back into the hallway.

A few seconds later, a confused neuroscience grad student wanders outside to join you, "Um… Taehyung, what's going on?" But the older man is just as confused and can't do anything but shrug.

"Muscle pig, I'm just going to ask you a single question before we start: Are you aware that your roommate and I share a nervous system?"

"Uh…" he glances between you and Taehyung in bewilderment, "Yeah…?"

"So you knew that Taehyung and I share the same sensory receptors?"

"Yeah… Tae told me all about the accident... I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Ma'am?!" you spit back in astonishment, "What the hell did you just call me?"

"Uh oh…" Taehyung whispers under his breath, clearly feeling how your nails dig into your palms when you curl your hands to fists.

"Huh? Did I say something wrong? I don't know what you—ow!" The neuroscientist cries out in alarm, both hands darting to his backside when you abruptly kick him in the butt, "What the fuck? Why are you—ouch! Stop that!"

"Taehyung, hold him down!" You growl as you try to chase after a rapidly fleeing Jungkook.

The biologist laughs out loud in delight as he happily throws his arms around the muscular younger man, "Get him, ___!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Jungkook bellows in anguish as you launch another flying kick to his ass, "Ow! That fucking hurts!"

"Payback's a bitch!" You cry out as you wallop him again. Your foot hurts at this point, so you use the heel of your hand instead. The loud slap that echoes through the deserted hall is the most delectable sound that has ever graced your ears.

When the neuroscientist begins to squirm in Taehyung's grasp, the older man shoves him against the wall, ass out for your relentless spanks, "Hit him hard, ___!" He exuberantly cheers you on, "Make him really suffer!"

You happily agree as you spank the young man's ridiculously toned ass over and over until your palms are chafed to a hot red color. "Damn, I should've thought to bring a ruler," You mutter in irritation.

"I still have no fucking idea what's going on!" Jungkook loudly laments, "Stop hitting me!"

"You deserve it, thunder thighs," You growl at him, "If you mess with Kim Taehyung, you fucking mess with me, too!"

"You're so cool right now, ___!" Taehyung exclaims, stars dancing in his eyes as he gazes longingly at you.

"Tae, you are going to pay for this when we get home," Jungkook snarls.

"Oh, don't you dare!" You exclaim, aiming such a hard hit to his left ass cheek that your entire hand tingles, "I know where you work now, you drumstick. Mess with Tae again, and ho boy. Forget a ruler. I'm bringing a whole damn tree next time."

"Ugh fine, I won't! Just let me go!" He cries out.

You're reluctant to allow him off the hook so easily, recalling with anger the numerous times he has pounded the life out of Taehyung—and you by association. You shake your head, wringing out your wrists to prepare to smash him with your non-dominant hand, when Taehyung suddenly gasps, "Oh shit! There's his PI!"

You look up in surprise, but sure enough, there's a dignified older woman with steel-gray hair marching down the hall towards you. You'd recognize that famous neuroscience investigator anywhere.

"Run, ___!" Taehyung exclaims, grabbing your hand that is still hovering over Jungkook's sore ass, and yanking you away.

You allow him to fearfully usher you down the hall, but not without one last warning, "You better watch yourself, beefcake. Mess with Taehyung again, and that's the last thing you've ever do!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Jungkook's principal investigator demands when she finally arrives at the scene of the crime.

But Taehyung has already shoved you into the staircase.

After you so sloppily beat up Jungkook on the fifth floor hallway, Taehyung begins to idolize you. At first, it's just a minor inconvenience how he spams you with texts (well, mostly strange emojis) and bursts into the computational breakroom uninvited when you fail to respond quickly enough. He always brings cookies though, and the other computational students love his wacky sense of humor, so it's not a big deal… Until a certain time of the month comes, and Taehyung is insufferable.

You wake up on a Tuesday morning two weeks after the accident to find that Aunt Flo has paid you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night. So you shuck your ruined underwear in the hamper with a sigh and stick a pad on a new pair of underwear. You're brushing your teeth in the bathroom when a sudden dull ache invades the pit of your stomach. Damn it. Your menstrual cramps have arrived earlier this month.

You briefly consider popping a few painkillers, but then you remember that you wanted to have a drink with some friends tonight to celebrate a successful dissertation defense (or mourn a failure), so you ruefully place the ibuprofen back in your medicine cabinet. Luckily, the cramps aren't as terrible as they usually are, so you opt out of your clunky plug-in heating pad and hot water bottle for just a few hot patches. You can just slip them under your shirt during bathroom breaks at lab, and you'll be all set for the rest of the day.

Before you leave the house, you grab a few herbal tea bags to replace your usual caffeine supply at the office. And you don't think too much about Taehyung until you arrive at the lab an hour later to find him at your workstation, curled up in a ball and howling.

"Taehyung?"

He bolts upright at the sight of you, messily knocking over some of your lab notebooks in the process, "___!" he cries out your name, eyes filled with tears and nose runny, "I missed you!"

"What? Tae, I literally saw you yester—oomph!" you grunt in pain when he suddenly tackles you, nearly sweeping you straight off of your feet if not for the arms wound tightly around your waist.

"___," he cries again, "I love you!"

His passionate confession draws attention from all over the sterile work area. Your face flushes with embarrassment as your curious lab mates from the experimental rooms poke their heads in, trying to find the source of the commotion. "I love you too, Taetae," you quietly whisper to him as you attempt to push his head away from your bosom. But he clings on like a koala and burrows deeper into your chest.

"My tummy hurts so much," he drools on your right boob, "I think I'm going to die!"

"Wait what?" you ask in alarm, "Why don't I feel anything? Taehyung, are you okay?"

"It hurts!" he screeches, "My stomach is being torn in two! And my chest is so sore and my lower back is so achy. Am I going to die?!"

"Wait, I don't understand why this is only happening to you… Is it appendicitis?" you ask, sympathetically running your fingers through his soft caramel hair, even as his drool soaks through your shirt, "Should we get you to a hospital?"

"___," he moans, "If I don't make it, just know that I love you, okay?!"

The biology student has always been dramatic and generous with his affection, but this is another level of weird. "Um… Do you want me to call your mom?"

"___, is this your boyfriend or something?" A cool voice calls out from behind.

You jerk in surprise and crane your neck in Taehyung's needy embrace to find your postdoc supervisor standing in the doorway, amusement in her expression as she takes in your inappropriately intimate position. And then you're madly scrambling to break from Taehyung's grip, "No!" you cry out, "This is not what it looks like! This is just the MCB student from the accident remember? I just—stop it, Tae!" you push him away by the forehead when he starts gnawing at the collar of your shirt.

"Hmm, I didn't realize that you guys were dating already. Do you mind taking this to the lounge room?" she asks as she brushes past you to her desk.

"I'm so sorry, Jihye-ssi. We will get out of here immediately." And then you grab Taehyung by the back of the neck to forcefully drag him out of your lab.

You're just about to push him through the front door when Taehyung suddenly grabs at your hair, "Yes, Tae?" you ask in the calmest voice you can muster.

"I just… I really love dogs," and with that, he bursts into tears.

You stand there for a while, awkwardly petting his hair in utter confusion when a lab mate nearly runs into the two of you as he enters through the doorway, "Whoa, is someone PMS-ing?" he laughs before strolling past into the lab.

You can't speak for a few moments as your lab mate's lighthearted jibe sinks under your skin. Then you turn to Taehyung with fire burning in your eyes, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Half an hour later, the two of you sit side by side in the lounge room, heating patches on your tummies, steaming mugs of chamomile tea in hand, and an entire bottle of midol on the table in front of you.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung whispers for the hundredth time.

You rub your fingertips into your temples, "I told you not to talk for the next half hour."

"…Sorry."

There's a brief moment of blessed peace while you pour over your lab notebook, when you suddenly feel hands on your shoulders, making you flinch at once. "What the hell are you doing, Taehyung?"

"My shoulders ache," he explains as he kneads his large hands into your tense muscles, "Which means that yours must hurt, too. Doesn't this feel nice?"

You know that you should nip this overly touchy feely habit of his in the bud before he gets too comfortable. But then he works out a particular kink in your neck that has bliss flooding your system and you can't find your voice to complain.

"Oh god," Taehyung unexpectedly moans, "Wow, that's good."

You're confused for half a second before you remember that your nervous systems are connected. Then you're cringing with embarrassment, "Taehyung!"

"Oh, right there," he groans as he rolls the palm of his hand against the nape of your neck, "Shit!"

Your face is probably as red as a beet at this point, "Tae!" you hiss at him, "Are you doing this for you or me?!"

"For both of us," he says with a toothy grin, "Your muscles are so much smaller than mine and so easy to loosen… This feels way better on you than it does on me. It's amazing!"

You hurriedly turn around to slap his hands off of you, "Stop that! You're causing a scene with those obscene sounds!"

"There's no one in here this early in the morning," Taehyung protests, "Please let me give you a massage? It feels so nice… Also can I rub your stomach too? I'm still cramping."

A little pout appears on his handsome face as he says this, and you feel your resistance crumbling. He's surprisingly adorable, like a little puppy dog. You're so tempted to concede. But then—

"And your boobs, too? They're so sore."

Your mouth drops, "You fucking pervert!" You screech at him, turning to aim a punch at his arm, not caring when you hurt yourself in the process.

"Ouch, that's not what I mean!" he cries out, arms raising to defend himself, "I just wanted to make you feel better—wait, no," he blanches at his unfortunate word choice, "No, I swear I didn't mean to—"

"Ow!" You both scream out in synchronized agony when you kick him in the butt.

It takes a few days for you to finally get over the period debacle. And Taehyung has to grovel at your feet with ice cream before you finally forgive him… Though you continue to wear turtlenecks every day at work, despite the heat of the summer, in case he gets the wrong idea again.

Finally, it's Friday night. An older graduate student in the molecular cell biology program has passed his oral dissertation defense earlier this week, and invited you out to celebrate. Your classmates are all probably already at the bar right now, doing a quick happy hour round of drinks before heading to the club. But you can't bring yourself to leave the comfort of your sofa.

Your favorite drama is playing on the TV and you've got a six-pack of beer all to yourself. This beats going out any day of the week. You happily crack open another can and take a hearty sip. Treat. Yo. Self.

You kick your legs out on the sofa, stretching your cramped legs out like a cat, when a sudden tickle in the pit of your stomach makes you pause. Is that Taehyung…? You frown as you slowly sit up and press both hands to your abdomen. That's funny. When you talked to him earlier today, he said that he was also planning a quiet night in. Huh. Must be the alcohol then.

You squint into the can of beer in your hand, then shrug and take another swing. Even if the alcohol's gone bad, no broke ass grad student would dare toss it out. Instead, you decide to head to the kitchen to grab some snacks to neutralize the acidity. But as you're reaching for some potato chips on the top shelf, an intense sensation sweeps over your core, making you double over with a shriek.

But no matter how you grab at your stomach, it doesn't stop the dark pleasure from rolling over you in waves. This is definitely no alcohol-induced cramp. This must be—

"Kim Taehyung!" You screech his name like a curse as you run into the other room to snatch up your phone and punch in his number vigorously. You're pissed to find that his number has made it to the top of your contacts list—that's how damn often you've been angrily called him up in the past three weeks.

The phone rings and rings for nearly half a minute before Taehyung finally picks up, "Oh… hello…" The guilty unease in his tone confirms your suspicions.

"Are you… Are you doing what I fucking think you're doing right now?!"

"Um…"

"What the hell were you thinking?!" You snarl at him, "Who the fuck are you with right now?! You told me you'd be alone!"

"I am alone," he insists.

"What? Don't lie to me. If you were alone then why do I…?" your voice trails off as the revelation suddenly hits you, "Oh… my… god. Kim Taehyung, are you fucking masturbating right now?!"

He gulps on the other end, "…Maybe?"

You narrowly resist the urge to slap your forehead in frustration and cross the room to pick up your beer, chugging half the can in one go. Then you hiccup and wipe your mouth, "Taehyung!" You bellow when you catch your voice, "What did I tell you about doing these sorts of things when we share the same fucking nervous system?!"

"But, ___," he whines, "It's been three weeks!"

"So what?!" You bark back.

"I haven't been able to get myself off for three whole weeks, ___. It hurts!"

You collapse back on the couch with a deep sigh, "Taehyung, we are so close. Seriously, it'll only take a few more days—a week max—to fix the machine. Then we'll be back to normal and you can jerk off as many fucking times as you feel like. Does that sound good to you?"

He pauses for a moment, then whimpers, "I can't wait that long."

"Taehyung!"

"___," he groans your name, "I am so hard. If I don't come right now, do you even know how bad the blue balls will be? I'm doing this for your sake, too!"

"Well then you shouldn't have worked yourself up to such a state! What the hell were you even doing?!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm a man!" he exclaims, "I just pop random boners all the time—it's biological!"

"How are you still acting like a pubescent teen at your age?" you hotly shoot back, "Control yourself!"

"Who's the biologist here?" he exclaims, "It's normal and healthy!"

"Hey, wait a minute! Computational biology is still a discipline of biology, you self-centered prick! You think you're all that just because you play around with a bunch of rodents all day? Well, you ain't shit, bitch!"

There's a beat of dead silence. Then, chagrin fills you from your childish outburst. You open your mouth to apologize and backtrack, when electric pleasure suddenly spikes in your stomach, followed by a deep groan on the other end. Astonishment fills you, "Are you touching yourself right now?!"

He grunts in response, and the pleasure continues, growing in intensity you can barely think, "You sound so hot when you're cursing like that."

Your mouth dries, "Are you… are you getting off to this conversation?"

"Mmhmm," he shamelessly increases the speed of his strokes until his wrists burn from the effort. You can feel the pain as clearly as if it was your own. And as for the throbbing length clutched tightly in his fist… You don't possess that particular appendage yourself, but you can vividly feel how his long fingers caress each sensitive area until stars are bursting past your eyelids. "Keep talking, ___," he pleads with you, "It's seriously so hot."

There's no way you're going along with this ridiculous, unprofessional request. This is definitely crossing a line! So you open your mouth to deny him, but at that second, he twists his hand up his length, wrist flicking at the tip so perfectly that a moan comes pouring out instead.

He pauses at that, sucking a breath through his teeth and you can feel his erection twitch in his grip, "Fuck, that's even better," he curses, "___, moan for me again."

"Why can't you f-fucking watch some porn and—hng—and l-leave me alone?!"

"Oh god, that's it, baby," he hisses, "Keep talking to me like that. You're making me so hot."

His words pool directly in your center. You press your thighs together to resist the urge to reach for your vibrator and shakily grab your forgotten beer instead. But your hand trembles too hard to keep the can steady and you end up sloshing the drink over when you take a sip. Both of you gasp when the icy liquid trickles down your shirt and under your bra.

"Holy shit," Taehyung chokes out, "Are you pressing ice to your nipples? You naughty little girl."

"Wait, no!" You exclaim in horror, "That wasn't my intention! I accidentally—ah!" you shriek when he abruptly cups his balls.

"I'm close," he pants as he expertly fondles himself with both hands.

Forgetting that he can't see you on the other end, you nod your head, then collapse onto the couch, your eyes fluttering shut against the overwhelming bliss that consumes every nerve ending. It's so different feeling pleasure with a male body. It usually takes you forever to get yourself warmed up, with or without a partner's help. And even then, the wrong touch or a slight, millimeter's adjustment in angle will shift the budding pleasure to irritation in the blink of an eye. But with Taehyung… every single touch feels like liquid fire. It's so good that you find your hips lifting off the couch, instinctively careening forward for more.

"H-hurry Taehyung," you find yourself begging, "Please hurry."

He groans at the desperation in your tone, and jerks himself off harder, using the excessive precum at the head of his swollen dick to lubricate his movements. You can feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm so close that you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck, ___!" He groans, whole body wracked with shudders as he races towards the end. Another half dozen hard pumps of his slick length, then he releasing with a guttural shout.

Your mind completely blanks for a few seconds, with nothing but white light filling the hollow of your skull, as ecstasy inundates your system. You're not sure how long you lie there, curled up on the couch quivering from Taehyung's drawn out climax until a cold sensation on your stomach jerks you out of it.

"Sorry, ___," he whispers, his voice hoarse from his orgasm, "I'm just cleaning off."

"O-oh," you say, heat flushing your face as you shakily reach for your half-empty can of beer to take a sip. The hand Taehyung suddenly wraps around his limp dick makes you spit it out again. "Taehyung!"

"Sorry," he says again, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just came, but I already want to come again. I'm so horny, ___," he whines, reaching down to squeeze his hypersensitive length again, "Ow! But it hurts when I touch myself. What the hell is going on?!"

You are so embarrassed at this point that you pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. All you should do at this point is hang up and pretend like nothing happened. This is just a lab colleague, not someone you should be having phone sex with. This is beyond crossing the line. But somehow… for some crazy, unexplainable reason, you can't bring yourself to hang up the call, allowing the MCB student extra time to connect the dots…

"Wait a minute…" he mutters, "I just got off and I'm horny again… this has never happened to me before… which means… it's you."

Your entire body curls with humiliation, your face so hot that even Taehyung must be able to feel the heat.

"Oh god," Taehyung chokes, "How are you this turned on when you haven't even been touched?"

"Taehyung!" you yell out, turning to burning your face in a cushion, thoroughly embarrassed. He chuckles in response, his voice so deep that a new wave of arousal flows over you. Yes, he has had his release, but you certainly have not.

"This hurts, ___," he groans, "Why aren't you touching yourself?"

"This is… this is wildly inappropriate," you stammer, "The machine should be up and running by Monday. And then we can do whatever we want in our personal lives."

"Monday? Are you serious? I can't wait that long. I can't even wait another minute," he grunts when he gives his flaccid penis another squeeze, "Damn my refraction time! Please touch yourself, ___. Please."

You bite down on your bottom lip, sorely tempted by his breathless sounds of pleasure. There's nothing you'd rather do than shove your hand down your pants and grant yourself the relief you've been denied of for three grueling weeks. But you'd never survive the embarrassment, "I can't."

Taehyung huffs in annoyance, "What's the problem? Sure you can… unless…" His Adam's apple bobs in his neck as he swallows, "___... Do you need a hand?"

You're not sure what you were expecting, but you sure as hell weren't expecting that. "What?"

"If I leave now, I think I can get to your apartment in fifteen minutes," he says so quickly that his words come out jumbles, "Let me just grab my keys and I'll—"

"Wait, Tae. Stop!" You exclaim, "Don't come over."

"What? Why not?" he protests, "Are you doubting my abilities, ___? I swear I can make you cum harder than those flimsy little fingers of yours."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the filthy images that swarm your mind, "God, Tae…"

"I'm serious, ___," he murmurs, his voice suddenly dropping to a seductive rumble that you feel down to your core, "Won't you let me help you out? I'm really good with my mouth."

You don't doubt that. You've seen that irritating oral fixation of his first hand, after all. "That… That's not a good idea, Tae."

"Oh, come on," he complains, "It's not a big deal. You helped me out already and I'm just returning the favor… Please let me taste you?"

You're so overwhelmed with desire that you can't speak for a few seconds. Fifteen minutes. That's all you'd have to wait, then Taehyung's beautiful face would be between your legs, that wicked tongue of his delving into you and finally, finally relieving you of this pain. Fuck. It's an offer nearly impossible to resist…

Nearly.

"Fuck you Taehyung!" You screech as you abruptly hang up the call, then throw your phone across the room, careless even when it bounces off the wall. Your trembling legs nearly give out from under you as you scamper across the apartment, and when you finally get to the bathroom, you collapse in the bathtub. Without bothering to remove your clothing, you turn the shower to the coldest setting and allow the icy water to dampen the ravenous flames of your desire…

Still, you have to sit there, drenched and shivering, for nearly half an hour before the urge to drive to Taehyung's apartment and jump his bones finally subsides.

"Hello?" you croak into your phone the next morning. Your head is groggy from sleep deprivation and your throat dry.

"Good afternoon," Jiyoung, a fifth year student in your lab chimes in greeting, "How are you?"

"Good afternoon?" You repeat in confusion, "The hell are you talking about?"

"___... It's three pm… You aren't sleeping by any chance, are you?"

You're flustered by the accusation in her tone, "N-no, of course not! I just thought… that this qualified as evening?"

"Oh… Hmm. I suppose you could be right? Well, good evening then!"

"Good evening," you awkwardly return the greeting, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go grab drinks and go dancing with us tonight."

"Again?" you ask in surprise, "I thought you guys celebrated yesterday."

"Seunghoon's parents unexpected showed up on Friday to take him out to dinner. We had to cancel," She complains, "So I'm trying to gather up everyone for tonight instead. You down?"

You're so exhausted from a sleepless night that you really should be taking some time to recuperate. But the idea of copious alcohol to drown your troubles is too seductive to turn down. "Just text me the time and place and I'm there."

The bar is packed to the brim on a Saturday night at ten o'clock, but luckily your friends have arrived early enough to secure a booth to themselves. You congratulate the recently graduated older students before slinking into a seat in the very back corner to help yourself to the pitcher of beer.

They laugh at your eagerness and help you fill your glass up to the brim, "Someone's looking to have a good time," Jiyoung quips as she slides your beer towards you.

You take a deep drink out of it before responding, "It's been a long week," you say with a smile.

"Well, you better catch up," Seunghoon says as he grabs a shot of tequila off the table and offers it to you, "You're two rounds behind."

Normally, you would politely refuse his offer and laugh it off. But today is much different. Before he can tease you, you grab the shot out of his hand and pour it down your throat without waiting for him to grab the salt and lime. Everyone at the table turns to watch in surprise as you slam the empty glass upside down on the table with a contented smack of your lips.

"Aren't you afraid of how this will affect Taehyung?" Jiyoung hisses at you as she watches you reach for your beer again.

You scowl at the very mention of him, "Why should I be? He can't control what I eat or drink. It's not like we share a stomach."

"Yes, but the repercussions of your drinking could affect him as well," she wisely points out.

"That bitch deserves it," you mutter darkly to yourself as you take another sip.

"Deserves what?" A cheerful voice calls out from behind you.

You turn around and nearly spill the beer down your shirt at the sight of Kim Taehyung beaming at you from where he stands at the head of the table. "T-tae?!"

"Ah, I'm so glad you could make it, Taehyung!" Seunghoon warmly greets the younger man with a hand clasped on his shoulder, "Here, come have a drink with us."

"Thank you, hyung," The biology student happily accepts the beer from the older man, then slides into the booth to join the rest of you. It just so happens that the only room left is the tiniest sliver of space between you and the wall. A normal person would be mindful of the limited seating area and hover on the edge of the seat, as to not brush you. But not Taehyung. The biology student unabashedly takes over the entire seat and encroaches into your personal space as well.

You swallow at the feeling of his thigh pressed shamelessly against yours. You attempt to sidle up to Jiyoung on the other side of you, but she only laughs and pushes you away, complaining of the heat. As a result, you're stuck next to Taehyung, so close that the heat from his body easily soaks through your thin clothing to warm you to the core. Your whole objective behind going out tonight was to drown your sorrows and distract yourself from memories of the night before. It was literally your only goal… and you've been thwarted in a manner of seconds.

You hesitantly reach for your beer again, desperate for something to cool off with, but your elbow accidentally bumps into Taehyung's shoulder when you raise the glass to your lips.

"Oops, it's pretty crowded in here," Taehyung laughs, awkwardly trying to slide his arm out of the way, "Here, this is better."

You nearly choke on your drink when he swings his arm around your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he had the same hand that currently rests against your arm wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping himself so furiously that his muscles burned. You resist a shiver when his long, slender fingers begin to play with the sleeve of your shirt.

"I didn't realize that you were friends with Seunghoon," you say in as calm of a voice as you can muster.

"Hmm? Yeah, I know most of the sunbaes in your department. They all treat me well."

Any other day, you'd be almost annoyed by his popularity and his utter ease at making friends. But today, you can't think about anything other than the dexterous fingers playfully skirting under the hem of your short-sleeved shirt. All you can think about is how he had begged to bring you pleasure with these same fingers just the night before. You can clearly imagine how much nicer this would feel if he was teasing between your legs instead. And that little fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you, what you're helplessly conjuring in your mind. He has to, the way his fingers suddenly swirl in tight circles into your skin, as though he was fingering a more sensitive part of your anatomy…

"A-ah, guys!" You exclaim, instantly bounding to your feet to escape Taehyung's evil clutches, "Let's… let's dance!" And without waiting for an answer, you grab Jiyoung's hand to tug her out of the booth.

But with Taehyung sitting at the end, you have no choice but to clamber over his lap, sloppily brushing against his broad chest and grabbing a knee for support when you nearly topple over. He doesn't help you one bit, watching you flounder, but of course he instantly jumps to his feet like the perfect gentleman when it's Jiyoung's turn to crawl out… Asshole.

"Wait, no one's really dancing yet," your lab mate complains as she trips in her heels trying to keep up.

She's right. There's only a smattering of couples on the dance floor at this early hour, and you feel foolish trying to join them with only one shot of tequila to lubricate your inhibitions, but anything is better than that cramped booth with Kim Taehyung. You shake your head clear of all tumultuous thoughts and turn to Jiyoung with a smile.

"This is fun! Come on, let's go!" you exclaim with an awkward swivel of your hips.

"This is embarrassing," she grumbles as she reluctantly sways to the beat, "Everyone's a couple here. There's no one to dance with!"

"Just dance with me," you playfully reach out to grab her by the hips.

She instantly squirms out of your embrace with a squeal, "Stop it!"

"What's wrong?" you frown, disappointed by her rejection.

"You know I've been trying to score a man for weeks! I don't want them getting the wrong impression seeing us together."

You laughingly raise your hands in defeat, "Fine, fine. I'll help wingman you instead… Ooh, look over there! There's a group of cute guys coming towards us."

"What? Oh my god, they're so cute! Hurry, ___. Dance sexier!" Jiyoung hisses at you with a little slap to your pelvis.

"What? What does that mean?" But it's too late, and the guys are already here.

"Hey ladies," a tall man with mussed purple hair greets you, "Mind if we join you?"

Jiyoung tosses her long black hair over her shoulder with a sultry smile, "Not at all."

He grins, both dimples flashing as he begins to dance with her. His moves are a bit stiff, but that is the least of Jiyoung's concerns as her face lights up like it's Christmas day as she eats up his appearance.

You resist the urge to laugh as you watch your lab mate practically drool over this tall, dark stranger. He's clearly her type. She's going to have a lot of fun tonight. Damn. So caught up in your amusement, you forget about his other friends until one of them catches your attention by resting a hand on your hip.

"Would you like to dance, beautiful?"

This man is shorter than the first, but his defined muscles, clearly visible from his clingy muscle shirt, makes your mouth water. You nod your head, eager to take your mind off Taehyung, then twist around to back into his embrace. To your surprise, you quickly realize that you might have gotten the better deal between the two friends when the muscular man behind you begins to grind against you with such fluid movements of his hips that your head feels woozy. His hips are really flexible… and strong. You can't help but wonder in what other context he could demonstrate these skills….

You've only had one shot and a bit of beer, but it's enough to make your head feel woozy, like it's stuffed with cotton, as he continues to roll his hips against you, his hard body pressed against every line of your backside. You're light-headed enough to collapse entirely when his chiseled arms unexpectedly reach out to grab you by the hips.

"What's your name?" he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.

You shakily tell him, "It-it's ___. What about you?"

"Jimin," he says.

You can feel the curve of his smile against your neck and it's so sexy that you can't breathe for a moment. You're struggling with a response, when suddenly Jimin is forcibly pulled off of you. You whirl around in surprise to find Taehyung standing in front of you, his hand fisted around the front of Jimin's shirt in a threatening manner.

"Who the fuck are you?" The shorter man exclaims in confusion, both hands raising to try to wrench away Taehyung's hard grip.

But the biology student simply tightens his hold and narrows his eyes to slits, "You don't want to find out." And with that, he lets him go. Jimin mutters a curse under his breath, but is clearly not invested enough to argue any further.

You watch him walk away in despair, "Wait, Jimin!" But it's too late and you're left alone with Taehyung in the middle of the dance floor.

"Don't you think it's a bit rude to pick up another guy when we share the same nervous system?" He quips as he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you flush against him. "Do you even know how gross it felt to have another man rubbing his dick on your ass?"

Your face flushes with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Tae. I didn't think about that. I won't let anyone touch me again."

"Good girl," he purrs in satisfaction, "Don't let anyone touch you… except me, of course."

Your eyes widen, "Wait, what?" You try to twist around to look at him, but his grip on your hips is too strong.

He curls a second arm around your middle too, wrapping you in such a tight back-hug that you finally notice a pressure against your lower back. Your eyes widen, "Taehyung, what is that?"

He nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply, before responding, "It's your fault," he murmurs, "You're the one who got aroused back there in the booth. My body's just reacting."

The blood drains from your face when you realize that he was perfectly aware of your visceral reaction to his proximity simply from sitting next to him. "Oh god, Tae!" Overcome with embarrassment, you try to escape the uncomfortable situation. But your wiggling causes your ass to unintentionally rub against him, making pleasure shoot through both of your systems.

"Mmm that feels good," he groans, hands grabbing at your waist to hold you in place. He tentatively rolls his hips forward, and both of you groan at the subsequent sensation.

"Two days, Tae," you hiss, "Two fucking days until the machine is fixed. Can't you wait just forty-eight hours?"

"No," he bluntly says before leaning in to press his lips to your neck. "Please let me repay the favor for last night."

You gulp at the feeling of his wet tongue sliding across your pulse point, "Y-you're just saying that because you want to feel my orgasm."

"No. I'd happily eat you out for hours even when our nervous systems are separated on Monday… But it would feel nicer for both of us if you let me do it today."

You shake your head, trying to dissipate the tendrils of lust that curl in your mind, blocking your rational thought process, "You fucking pervert," you curse at him, enraged by the way he's so easily getting under your skin.

"Hey, you got to experience my orgasm yesterday," he chuckles in your ear, "And don't you even try to deny that you enjoyed it. I know you did. So isn't it fair that you let me feel yours?"

"Fine," you snap, "Let me go so I can rub one out then."

"Wait, why? Can't I give you a hand?" he whines, tightening his grip on your waist as he continues to rub his bulge against your ass, building the pressure in his stomach until it reaches its boiling point. You can't help grinding your hips back against him, increasing the intense sensations until he grabs your arm with a yelp, "Ah, ___, what are you doing? You're going to make me cum."

Your eyes threaten to roll back at the way he moans that statement in your ear, but you force yourself to collect your wits and roll your hips back against him as hard as you can, "Good," you pant, "Get it out of your system."

"I don't want to cum in my pants," he groans, crashing his mouth against the crook of your neck to muffle his sounds, "I want to cum inside of you."

His filthy words combined with the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck makes it hard to think. You glance around the dance floor desperately to find someone to save you from this situation. But all your friends are still in the booth and Jiyoung's completely absorbed in her tall purple-haired stranger on the other side of the room. You're entirely on your own here. And there's only one thing left to do.

So you spin around and clap both hands on Taehyung's face to yank him down for a searing kiss. He reacts instantaneously, lips parting and tongue darting forward to meet yours. It's so strange to kiss him and feel yourself kissing him at the same time. But this causes the sensations to double, and the dual stimulation is so erotic but you can't help but melt against him, hands scrambling down his body to search for more.

Both of you groan when you unintentionally brush the straining erection in his pants. Taehyung breaks from the kiss to rest his forehead heavily against yours, "My place or yours?"

"Mine," you answer at once, "I'll fucking kill Jeon for real this time if he interrupts."

Taehyung laughs in delight, long legs easily catching up with your rapid stride as you impatiently drag him out of the bar.

Half an hour later, the two of you are crashing through your front door, so thoroughly intertwined that you must have traumatized your neighbors and your poor taxi driver on the way over. Taehyung's belt is unbuckled, his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, and your skirt is pushed up over your hips, his hand firmly lodged in your underwear—a position he hasn't budged one inch from since sliding his hand down your waistband in the backseat of the taxi.

"T-tae," you stammer as you kick the door shut, "Take this off," you say, yanking impatiently at his shirt. You manage to undo all the buttons, but he refuses to remove his hand from your panties long enough for you to pull the shirt off his arms.

"I am so fucking glad that you were the one who went into the machine after me," he groans as he rubs hard circles against your clit.

You shakily laugh as you give up on his shirt and work on his jeans instead, "This wouldn't be as fun, then… unless you were actually hoping for Dr. Bang Sihyuk to run after you instead…?"

Taehyung pauses to shoot you a look of disgust, "What's wrong with you?!"

You giggle at his reaction, "No offense, Tae, but I was hoping that Dr. Bang would be the one in the machine… or maybe even Kim Sejin," you say, referencing, the tall lab technician in the Bang lab, "But alas, here I am, stuck with you," you say with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh, sweetheart, now you're just asking for trouble."

Your laughter melts to a moan when he pinches at your clit in retaliation, "Oh, come on, Tae. Don't pretend like you've been in love with me and plotting this the whole time. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that bullshit."

"It's true. I didn't really know who you were before this, nor did I care much," Taehyung admits as his free hand reaches to unzip your dress, "But then you kicked Jeon Jungkook's ass for me three weeks ago... And that's when I fell for you."

You jerk up in surprise, "What? You fell for me… Because I was beating up your roommate?!"

He enthusiastically nods, "Yeah, it was so hot! I knew I had to have you after that."

"Are you crazy?" You bark, suddenly jumping away from him in concern, "How could you actually be into weird shit like that? Are you a pervert?"

He chuckles, "You're just so sexy when you're all aggressive like that. I was so horny afterwards that I wanted to touch myself that very day, but somehow I managed to hold back until last night… Aren't you impressed by my self-control?"

The way he beams at you, eyes scrunched up in delight, you're reminded of a small child seeking praise. It's so adorable that your stomach churns at the thought of corrupting his innocence. "Oh god, you're like a baby," you groan, "What kind of adult actually goes around fishing for compliments like that?!"

"What's wrong with that?" He pouts, grabbing you by the arm when you try to remove yourself from his embrace, "I've been hard every night for weeks, ___, just thinking about you and how hot you'd look all steamed up, yelling at me to fuck you… Don't you think I deserve a reward for that?"

You can't speak for a few moments, resigned to simply gawk at his sudden shift from innocent to carnivorous in half a second flat. His eyes, clear and bright with laughter a moment ago, are now so dark that they appear lupine under the dim lighting. You can't help stagger back a step, your body unconsciously attempting to put distance between yourself and this predator.

Noticing your fearful reaction, Taehyung smirks and takes a long step forward, rudely intruding into your personal space, "Get down on your knees."

You find yourself dropping to a kneeling position before you can process your actions. Something about the darkness of his gaze triggered this visceral need to obey. Pleased by your reaction, Taehyung affectionately strokes his thumb over your bottom lip, then reaches to fumble with his belt. He's just managed to unzip his fly and shove his jeans down to mid-thigh, when he suddenly pauses.

A mischievous smile slowly unfurls across Taehyung's face as he drops his hands from his crotch, "___... I have an idea."

Dread fills you as you watch him cock his head to the side in curiosity. Uh oh. "Wh-what is it, Tae?"

His smile broadens, "Where's your bedroom?"

Your mouth dries at his unexpected question. Then you're rising to your feet, grabbing Taehyung by the wrist to drag him to your bedroom. You pause for a second by the foot of the bed, expecting him to lay back against the headboards for you to suck him off, but to your surprise, he pushes at your lower back to urge you onto the mattress. Confused, you follow his directions, crawling towards the headboards. But before you can reach your target, Taehyung grabs you by the ankle to flip you over onto your back.

Then he's climbing onto the bed after you, sliding up to cover you with his body. His shirt is unbuttoned to the waist, offering you glimpses of lean, tanned muscle before he's abruptly dropping his weight on top of you to trap you against the mattress. Then his mouth is at your neck, sucking at the ultra-sensitive flesh in a way that makes you both moan.

"This is unfair," you complain, "Y-you're only doing this because it feels good to you, too. But you're not left with ugly ass hickies."

Taehyung chuckles at this, "Don't worry; I'll let you mark me up later," and with that ominous promise, he slides down the length of your body, large hands shoving your legs apart to make room for his head.

Your breath catches in your throat when his intentions become glaringly clear. At first, you're touched by his seemingly selfless gesture, forgoing a blowjob to eat you out. But then you remember your situation. "You're a fucking pervert!" you growl as you attempt to snap your legs shut.

But he simply laughs and crams his body between your thighs to wrench them open, "I'm just curious to see how it feels, ___. They say the female orgasm is way better…"

"I'm not one of your fucking guinea pigs to experiment on, Tae!"

"They're mice, ___," he gently corrects as he attempts to coax your skirt down your legs, "And why do you always think the worst of me? I swear I'm not as selfish as you make me seem!"

You snort loudly at that, "Yeah, because you're more selfish."

His eyes narrow dangerously, "I'll make you eat your words once we're separated, baby girl."

Your eyebrows raise, "Oh, is that so? And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Like this," he says, suddenly swooping down to swipe his tongue over your drenched slit.

You gasp in surprise, hips instantly rising off the mattress to meet the heat of his mouth. It's so weird being able to feel the softness of your pussy on his tongue at the same time, but it turns Taehyung on so much to taste you that you can't help but react as well.

"Oh shit," Taehyung groans as he struggles to continue flicking his tongue over your clit, "I wanted to tease the fuck out of you… You're such a little brat, you don't deserve to cum… But this feels so fucking good. Goddamn."

Your laugh turns into a warbled shout when he suddenly wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard enough to send tears to your eyes. The pleasure is so fierce that Taehyung instantly descends into mindless lust, furiously sucking at your clit while his hips hump against the bed, uncontrollably.

"Oh my god," Taehyung moans around your pussy, "Oh. My. God. How am I so good at this?"

This instantly snaps you out of your cloud of bliss, "Wait, what?"

"Mmm, I've always known I was good at this, but I didn't know I was this good. Damn, those girls really weren't faking it."

Your arousal fizzles out, "You arrogant fuck!" you hiss at him, shoving at his head, "Get off of me!"

"Why?" Taehyung complains, clinging to your thighs, "This feels fucking awesome!"

"I'm not here to stoke that oversized ego of yours," you seethe, "Your head is already too damn big."

"It's an objective truth that I am good with my mouth," he laughs as he lightly kisses the inside of your thigh, "You can't deny it!"

"It's also an objective truth that I can shove my foot up your ass," you mimic him.

He cheekily sticks his tongue out at you, "Yes, but it'd hurt you too, babe… Unless you're secretly into that…?"

"How are you such a fucking pervert?!" you exclaim as you angrily kick him out from between your legs, "Get on your back, bitch."

Taehyung giggles happily as he happily flips over, scrambling to press against the headboards, "Are you going to suck me off, baby?"

You scowl at the childish excitement that brightens his handsome face, "No," you bluntly say, just so you can watch the smile slide off his face with sadistic relish.

"What? But, ___," he whines.

You clap a hand over his mouth before he can complain further, "I have never met anyone so damn noisy." And with that, you lean down to paw at the fly of his pants. When your fidgety fingers make contact with his bulge, both of you groan, and the sensation distracts you for a long second before you remember the task at hand. You yank his jeans down to mid-thigh as soon as you get them open, then reach in his underwear to pull out his rigid length without a moment's hesitation. You roll it in your fist for a few moments, shivering at the pleasure, before you collect your senses to reach in the nightstand for a condom.

Taehyung breaks out of his blissful trance at the feeling of you rolling the latex down his length, "Ah, aren't you on the pill?"

"Yes, but I can still catch your nasty ass diseases," you gently reprimand him as you test the hold of the rubber.

Taehyung scowls at that, "I could've checked us both out at the lab in like ten minutes," he grumbles, "But you had to be difficult and hold out on me until the last possible second…"

You roll your eyes, "Shut up."

He opens his mouth to argue more, so you have to stifle his complaints by rising on your haunches and abruptly dropping yourself on his cock. The pleasure that suddenly bursts in your system with the force of a rifle blast to the gut takes you completely by surprise. You have never experienced such immense pleasure so abruptly before, and you can't bring yourself to move as you sit frozen on his dick, helpless but to soak in the sensations.

His manhood is so sensitive, laced with nerve endings that light up at the feeling of your wet, unbelievably tight heat swallowing him whole. You're cushioning every inch of his cock so beautifully, warmth enveloping every side, and squeezing so hard that he can barely breathe. You've never imagined that sex would feel this incredible for a man. Lucky ass bastards.

Taehyung is equally as affected. He kicks his head back at the feeling, mouth hanging agape and fingers twisting around the sheets underneath him to attempt to stable himself. There's a long pause where the two of you struggle to process the overwhelming sensations. Everything is so strange and foreign that you can't think, and as a result, Taehyung is the first one to come to his senses.

"This isn't as good as I thought it'd be," he says as a small frown creases his brow.

Your jaw drops in indignation. Who does this asshole think he is? How good could the pussy he's been getting possibly be if yours doesn't match up? "What the fuck Tae?!" You spit at him, "If it's such shit, why don't you just go fuck yourself?!"

He quickly whips out a hand to grab your hip, anxiously holding you in place when you move to roll off of him, "That's not what I meant, ___," he rushes to clarify, "You feel amazing around me. But how I feel to you… Sex really isn't that great for women… Shit."

Your lips twitch with amusement at his unexpected response, anger quickly forgotten, "Yeah, you idiot boneheads all think your dicks are made of gold or some shit. But it really just feels like an irritating poking half the time."

"And it kinda hurts!" Taehyung exclaims in shock when a sudden rocketing of his hips causes pain to shoot through your system, "What the hell?! This is so unfair!"

You bite back a laugh as you gently grind yourself against him in small circles, "It's all about finding the right angle," you explain as you swivel around his cock, "It's more like a slow build. Intercourse for women is probably more similar to anal for you guys, since you have your prostate and all that."

Taehyung's brow furrows as he tries to muse over your words through the blaze of pleasure, "That makes sense. There are twice the nerve endings in a clitoris than a penis, so it's insane how we don't focus more on that during sex."

"There's also a recent study that demonstrated that vaginal orgasms might just be deep clitoral orgasms," you add.

"Really?" His eyes widen, "What was the sample size of this study? What was the data collection method?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure, but it wasn't just self-report."

"Wait, what about the G-spot, then?" he persists, "Or does that just stimulate the clitoris from the inside out?"

"That's exactly right!" You exclaim, impressed by his quick deduction, "The G-spot is on the anterior wall of the vagina, remember? Which is the location of the clitoris."

"Oh, where the clitoral crura lies?"

"Yes, under the urethra."

"Damn… I've never thought about this before… I feel so guilty now," Taehyung says, his face twisting in displeasure.

"No, don't be. This just proves that even indirect stimulation of the clitoris is sufficient in approximately—oh my god, Tae. What the fuck are we talking about?!"

"About how the human body is so flawed so I should go down on you for a century after this to make up for all of mankind's selfishness."

You chuckle at his words, "You are so lame. I've never had such a nerdy conversation during sex before."

Taehyung grunts in response, "I'm just so pissed that this feels fucking incredible to me, but so mediocre to you… Don't worry, though. I'll make it up to you."

Before you can ask him what he means, he licks his fingers then reaches between your legs to thumb at your clit. The pleasure bursts across your senses like a whip lashing under your skin. Both of you recoil at once, toes curling and moans filling the bedroom.

"Oh fuck, you're clenching on me so hard right now," Taehyung pants as he speeds up the motions of his long, slender fingers on your clit.

"Mmm, I didn't realize it felt so good when I did that," you say, clamping down on him over and over until both of you are struggling to breathe. Suddenly, it breaks into a full out war between the two of you to see who can fuck up the other more—Taehyung with his nimble fingers, or you with your incessant clenching.

The only problem is that you fuck up yourselves in the process. Taehyung's additional pleasure is not additive, but rather multiplicative… exponentially multiplicative. Experiencing his pleasure increases your arousal, which in turn gets him even more worked up, and so this continues multiplying to infinity until all you can see is blinding white light swallowing your vision as you descend into madness.

"This is s-so good," Taehyung huffs as he runs rapid laps around your clit with his slick, textured fingerprints. "So fucking good, oh my god."

You ride him harder with a whimper of response, making the whole bed shake from the force of your thrusts. It's only been a handful of minutes. This isn't nearly enough time to get you off in a normal setting. But the two of you keep building off of each other's pleasure. And the combined force of his wicked fingers on your clit, his thick cock stretching you to the hilt, and the strange, but addictive feeling of your heat wrapping and tightening around his length pushes you to the limit.

Your entire body stiffens on top of Taehyung's for a second, squeezing down on him hard enough to hurt, then you're cumming all over his cock. You can hear the sound of Taehyung's strangled shout of pleasure faintly in the back of your mind as your climax sweeps through your senses.

The two of you are frozen solid for a few seconds as you process the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. But the voracious lust quickly returns, ten-times stronger than before. You're too perplexed by this painful need so soon after your orgasm to move, so Taehyung takes the initiative to rise to his knees and slam you flat on your back. Then he's thrusting into you hard enough to send you flying if not for his bruising grip on your hips.

Helpless moans fly from Taehyung's lips as he drills into yours, furiously chasing after his high. You try to raise your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. But your strength has been sapped by the relentless pleasure and your whole body trembles too hard to meet him halfway. So you can only lie there, boneless and sweaty, as you revel in the vicarious pleasure. Another dozen desperate surges into your heat, and he snaps.

Your mind blanks of all thoughts for a long, breathless second, and your vision narrows to a pinpoint of light. Then, everything bursts back into place, white light blinding behind your closed eyelids as pleasure inundates your system like waves of a tsunami. You're left helplessly writhing in the sheets until Taehyung shudders with sensitivity and pulls out of you. Then, you both collapse onto the mattress, heaving with exertion and boneless with exhaustion.

"Damn," Taehyung gasps as he turns to nuzzle his face into your neck, "I didn't know female orgasms lasted so long."

You chuckle, "Well, I didn't realize that male orgasms caused your mind to blank like that."

Taehyung smiles as he awkwardly shuffles off the bed to dispose of his filled condom. When he comes back to join you in bed, you instantly roll over to curl your limbs around him, in need of a bit of cuddling after a great orgasm. Taehyung happily pulls you onto his chest and burrows his nose into your hair, "___," he whispers your name.

"Hmm?" you sleepily respond, your heavy lids sliding to a shut.

Taehyung affectionately peppers kisses all over your bare shoulder before responding, "I know that you're tired… But how long will it take before you're ready to go again?"

Your eyes flash open in shock, "Wait… again…? You want to do that again?"

The biology grad student bobs his head up and down in affirmation, "Of course! That was the best thing I've ever felt in my entire life!"

You pause for a moment. Then you shrug, "Ok."

Taehyung's mouth splits into a wide grin, "That was easy to convince you."

You shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster, "I'm a scientist, Tae. This is an unprecedented opportunity to examine biological differences in orgasmic experience between men and women!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Taehyung says with a roll of his eyes, "Just admit that you're horny too."

You purse your lips into a thin line, "Ok, maybe that's true… But a researcher has to be interested in her work or she won't be invested!"

"No wonder you're such a great scientist then," Taehyung happily agrees, even as he flops over to bury his face in your chest and nip at the sensitive skin.

"Are you going to eat my pussy right this time, Tae?" you teasingly ask as you thread your hands through his hair and gently push his head between your legs.

He briefly pops up to flash a smile at you, "I think you mean our pussy."

"…"

"... ___...? What's wrong?"

"… Suddenly I don't want to do this research with you anymore."

"What? No, please!" Taehyung grabs at your wrist when you try to shove him away, "I didn't mean that!"

"Why couldn't it have been Dr. Bang in the machine with me…?" you lament.

"What?! I'm a way better collaborator, I swear."

You flop over to glare at him, "You're not getting third author on this publication."

"Of course not," he easily agrees, trying to appease you, "You definitely deserve to be third! Hell, you should be second! Take Dr. Bang's spot for all I care!"

You giggle at his words, "Good boy, Tae. I think you deserve me sucking your dick for that."

"You mean our—"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence."

"Hello, ___? Why aren't you in lab?" Jihye asks in concern as soon as the phone connects.

"I'm taking the day off," you groan as you rub the sleep from your droopy eyes.

"What? No, ___, you need to get to campus immediately. The scanner has been fixed!"

"Wait, really?"

"Yes! We fixed it this morning. Hurry and come to lab so we can separate your nervous system from Taehyung's once and for all."

"…"

"Hello, are you still there?" Jihye asks, confused when she doesn't receive a reply.

"… oh shit, I think we're breaking up."

"What? The connection sounds fine to me. What are you—"

"Uh oh, this sucks. Bye!" And with that, you hang up the phone.

Your actions disturb the slumbering body in bed with you. Taehyung sleepily stretches his arms over his head with a loud yawn, "What was that about, baby?"

You simply shake your head, turning to allow him to spoon you closer to the warmth of his body, "Don't worry about it."

A/N: ... I apologize for this nonsense crack.