#to be clear both roommate and his partner were AFABs

[write-here-n-now]

what to call you?

C.(S). Hongjoong x Reader [AFAB but only slightly implied] | WC. 1056 | G. Fluff + Comedy |

You married the love of your life, your soulmate, your better half, partner-in-crime and the most wonderful person only a few months ago.

Hongjoong wasted no chance to proudly call you his, be it in front of his friends, fans or random aunties who cooed at the two of you being lovey-dovey on a random weekend afternoon.

Now you did start by calling him cute nicknames and proudly showing off that he too was yours, referring to him as your “hubby” much to the dismay of your friends who hated it whenever you used that nickname. Along the way the way you referred to him changed, much to the dismay of your husband. 

------

“Oh my, y/n is that YOU?”

You were on your weekly grocery shopping trip, Hongjoong had gone off to the drinks aisle to grab some water bottles, while you shopped for some produce. 

Turning around you see an old friend from your university days, the two of you often pairing up for labs and group assignments.

“Omg hey! how are you?” You step away from your cart to give her a hug.

It had been quite some time since you’d seen your friend as she moved abroad for a job opportunity.

“Oh you know, same old same old, work kids-” She tells you all about her trip back to South Korea for the next couple of months and the two of you begin shopping side by side as you catch up with what was new in your lives. 

Ending up in the spices aisle, Hongjoong meets you carrying the case of water bottles as well as some packs of snacks.

“Hey! I’ve been looking all over for you-,” he pauses mid-sentence as he tilts his head in confusion to the friend standing next to you.

“Oh Joong,  this is my friend my from university,” you retell. You sense that hes still trying to piece the friend to a name and face.

“..Remember? The one who moved abroad? I showed you her baby’s pictures?”

The new details click and you observe a wash of realization, remembering you showing him pictures of her baby announcement and shower at some point.

“Yes omg, sorry yes I remember now,” he chuckles sheepishly, extending a hand out to her and offering a polite smile.

“And this is my roommate Hongjoong!” you beam, definitely aware of what you’ve just called him.

“...Oh your roommate?” Hongjoong no longer has a smile on his face, rolling his eyes at you, and your friend is bewildered, as she could’ve sworn you were married—did she remember your husband to be someone else?

“Y/N...” His tone is calm but you know he’s giving you a side eye and you look between both him and your friend.

“Oh right my mistake…he’s not my roommate.” You correct yourself tapping your head as if you just remembered.

Your friend looks a bit relieved and so does Hongjoong, waiting for your next introduction.

“He’s my ex-fianceé-” 

“Husband.” he interrupts, well-versed in your antics.

Your friend is relieved that you were just messing around a bit and she wouldn’t have to ask you about what happened to the guy on your Instagram feed—the one you were hugging on your wedding day. 

“... That's what I said too, ex-fiancee is husband,” you state as a matter of fact. 

“Y/N…” you sense the unamusement in his tone, disappointed but not surprised at your actions. 

“...well..haha” your friend laughs to clear the awkward air a bit. “I should really head home, the kids must be causing a fuss.”

You two say good bye to your friend, promising to make plans for the future and also clearing up your little confusion by confirming that yes that is your husband and in turn making Hongjoong shy—still not fully used to hearing you say it—ears still beet red as you two walked towards your car after paying for your groceries. 

“You have to stop referring to me like that bubs…” He turns to you as you load the groceries together. 

“Like what?” You feigned innocence, secretly smirking as your prank worked out once again.

When you turn to face him, his lips are in a thin line but his brows are furrowed, faking “anger”. 

You find it too cute, so you place a little kiss on his lips, breaking his little facade. 

“Ok ok, I’ll stop…” He sighs in relief, he would rather be beet red at you calling him embarrassingly, sickly sweet pet names than ever refer to him as “ex” anything. 

Wrapping your arms around him, shameless letting your eyes admire your wonderful husband who put up with antics. 

“What should I refer to you when we’re outside?” You ask, tilting your head slightly and staring into Hongjoong’s eyes. 

“Sugar? Sweetie Pie? Honey? Hubs? Hubby Bunny?” You throw out suggestions, still in his arms, giggling at the ridiculous options. “Hot stuff? Boo Bear? Boo Thang? McDreamy?”

The latter few gain a raised eyebrow and a few tickles to your sides. Laughter fills the parking lot, as you two are still content in standing around, “determined” to sort out this nickname mess.

“So…?” He stops laughing to really give it a ponder. 

“How about you just call me…-” he starts, leaning in closer to your ear. “...yours...” 

It was your turn to feel the heat on your ears, pretending to cringe but internally you were melting because as cheesy as it was, it still made your heart flutter.

“That was cheesy babe.” You playfully roll your eyes, beginning to get out of his embrace and into the car turning yourself around but his arms pull you back.

“Hmmm, “your” Hongjoong?” You try to act indifferent to the way the prefix causes your heart to skip a beat. "I like the ring of that."

“...ok sure…” 

“What was that?” His lips tickling your ear as he spoke.

“Oh-kay I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re My Hongjoong.” 

“Perfect!” 

Finally, you two settle into the car, hand in hand, grinning like a couple of lovesick teenagers after confessing your feelings. 

“My Hongjoong…” 

“Yes My Y/n!”

“Can we get a little sweet treat?”

Bringing your hand to his lips, he leaves a kiss to your fingers.

“Anything you want my y/n…” You smile triumphantly, swooning once again at your husband calling you "his".

[deathsmallcaps]

To be fair, it wouldn’t be right of his wife if she talked about his sexuality without his consent, even if it was just a label he was trying for a short while. That would be his business, not the public’s. We’re both wrong for speculating about it.

Even if he genuinely has never ever in his life even kissed another man, and my above claims were wrong, that doesn’t change that maybe he tried out the label.

The only fact I know for sure was that implied he was bi in 2022, and then clarified that he misspoke.

But my point was more that we don’t get on ladies for ‘failing to be bisexual’. I’ve only seen that joke around men, and especially around gnc men or men who tried out so-called gnc looks (we restrict men a lot more) like Travis McElroy with his purple hair (afaik he’s always said he’s straight).

It’s unfair and I think shows off a common tumblr bias. Feminism can’t be achieved unless all people are treated equitably about their gender, their sexuality, and their sexual past. ESPECIALLY when it comes to label back tracking and the like.

I remember back in 2022 when this occurred and there were so many people being pissy or callous about his clarification about being straight. The same people who reblog posts about someone discovering that they were pan at age 43 or realizing that they aren’t a trans woman who uses she/her but a transfem who uses they/she.

Even IF Misha Collins did it as a clout thing (doubt it) we have got to stop policing other’s experiences so religiously. Sometimes you meet a hot lady and question if you’re straight. Sometimes you’re a lady but if she did guy shit. It depends on the person experiencing these things to put their words on it, and it doesn’t really concern the viewer.

This is less in response to you and more me just trying to clarify my stance past 2am lol. At this point, I can agree that there is no evidence straight from the man himself about being anything but a straight guy. I’m not trying to prove otherwise.

A hypothetical person can be bisexual and get never have sex with *anyone*! That person is NOT a failed bisexual. An ace person who has only ever done sex work does not lose the ability to be ace. A gay man can date ladies and transmascs and still be gay. A lesbian can date men and transfems and still be a lesbian. There is no way to FAIL being queer, no way to fail being any smaller label.

Misha Collins seems pretty cool to me, and I think a lot of people on here were awful about his misspoken label in 2022, and this was made a little worse because of his fame and gender, and I’d hate to see that shit repeated again.

college-aged obama portraying himself as bisexual in an effort to attract artsy girls is the funniest thing i’ve read all week

[ysljoon]

john price dad headcannons

wc: 1.3k warnings: fluff, angst, feelings of abandonment, found family trope, afab reader, inaccurate descriptions of adoption, tf141 cameo a/n: i have been going thorugh it ya'll and i just needed something self indulgent, but pt 2 for roommate konig is coming soon! MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Price knew he wanted to be a dad from his early twenties, but he felt like a partner was off the table due to his line of work

He was so wary of adoption because if a partner wasn’t an option for him how would he feel about abandoning a child???

Nonetheless Price knew what he wanted in life and a child was all he needed and more

He started the adoption process once he turned 30

Oh man when he saw you for the first time he knew in his heart that he would give you the world! You had that man wrapped around your little finger before you even knew it

You had been in the foster system since you were 4 years old and you had just turned 10 around the time the time that Price was interested in adopting

Needless to say it was more and more disheartening as the years went on and nobody was interested in making you part of their family especially since you were now on the older side

The day that Price had come in and the social work case manager had come in to tell you that the man wanted to see you, oh your heart was beating a 100 miles a minute trying to culminate the best strategy to make the best first impression

The social case work manager left you two alone to get comfortable and feel out how the two of you would get along

Price is embarrassed to this day about how nervous he was to talk to a 10 year old LMAO he was sweating

You guys got along great in no time and there were wholesome laughs for the whole hour

Right before he left he gave you a pat on your head and said “I’m coming right back for you sweetheart, just you wait.”

And man did you wait

Two months to be exact and it was a devastating feeling 

You felt abandoned again and it hurt even more since you thought you really found a forever home

Once he finally did come back you just couldn’t hold back the tears and you wrapped your arms around his torso and refused to let go until the social worker has to pry you off so Price could proceed with the paperwork

Two weeks after that is when you officially moved into his home and you were vibrating with excitement in the backseat the whole car ride

He scooped you up from the backseat and piggybacked you into the home and your eyes were glimmering both from tears and from how happy you were to have a place called home

Price commemorated your first day home with a selfie of you two make silly faces and his bucket hat placed on your head that was much too big on you

He printed that picture immediately to put it on the fridge

Price was a superstellar dad for you

(You were a little bit spoiled, but Price would never admit to that)

He would watch youtube videos on how to do different hairstyles for you, he tried to attend all your sports competitions, and was there for your first orchestra recital!

The first time you properly called him dad instead of John was when he came to see your flute solo that you had in your sixth grade winter concert

Once you were done you frantically left backstage to look for him and he snuck up behind you to pick you up into a bear hug

He brought a bouquet of flowers for you and placed a kiss on the top of your head

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart.” Oh man did that open the floodgates for you 

You hugged him so tight and it was muffled into his shirt but Price would hear it as clear as day: “I love you so much dad. Thanks for everything.”

The both you were sniveling messes the whole way home that night 

Though when he did miss your school and extracurricular events there was always stung a bit more than you would care to admit

He would always apologize to you about his work duties and then leave you in the care of a trusted, live-in babysitter

It got even more annoying as you got older because he was very secretive about his job and never disclosed anything he did and you just wanted to know something

What does he do that makes him gone for weeks to MONTHS at a time???

The first time you met Task Force 141 was an accident and it was when you were 16

You were home after school hanging out with Price watching movies and was waiting for pizza to come

Once he heard the knock on the door he went to go get it, but he was taking a lot longer than expected and your stomach was starting to hurt from how hungry you were

“Dad, what's taking so long with the pizza?”

You reached the foyer and saw three very large men standing at the door and one of them was wearing a mask (???)

“Who are these people, dad? Am I Interrupting something?” You had a very weary eye on them and took a step back

They all looked at you then each other with the widest eyes and Price just stood there letting out the biggest sigh

“Boys, this is my daughter. Sweetheart this is Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.”

Oh these people were weird 

The two unmasked ones were grinning at you and the masked one was looking at you with such a scrutinizing look and it made you squirm

You quickly made it over to your dad and got on your tippy toes to whisper something in his ear 

“Dad, you have weird friends. I don’t like them at all.” He let out a cough that you’re pretty sure was used to cover up a laugh 

“They’re also my…coworkers.”

This made you raise your eyebrow out of curiosity

“I see…so what is it that you guys do?”

The one with the mohawk was about to speak until Price told you to wait in your room until him and his coworkers were done speaking

You sighed and locked yourself upstairs

“Mates, I want not a single word uttered about this in the slightest.” He pointed a firm finger at each of the men

“What’s the lassie’s name at least?”

“Y/N, Mactavish now leave it alone!”

Needless to say Soap nor the rest of the 141 left it alone and you practically became their little sister

They watched you grow up and were there for the night of your prom

They scared the piss out of your date and you got so angry

Your dad escorted them all inside to let you have privacy with your date

Price mostly rushed inside because he was about to start tearing up and he didn't want you to see him cry

They were there at your high school graduation too and you have a framed picture on your desk of all of them with big smiles holding you close with your diploma in hand

Now that you're in college it’s a lot harder to be away from them and especially your dad and there are nights where you just stare at the ceiling and clutch the stuffed teddy bear Price got you when you were younger and just look forward to when you’ll see them again

They try and make visits at least once every 2-3 months and it’s never boring whenever they come

Gaz and Soap try and gossip with you about any new boys you’ve met in college and Price likes to act uninterested but you know he has his ear angled in the direction of all three of you to see what you say

No matter the distance you know you have your forever family and they are your home no matter where you are or where they are.

[jaylaxies]

THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

pairing : jay x afab!reader

genre : smut, angst, fluffy towards the end, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), fingering, confessions, body worshipping, nicknames (my girl), love making-(?), cursing.

wc : 1.9k words

synopsis : jay had only one wish — for you to come back, what he didn't expect was to see you standing in front of him right after he blew out his birthday cake candles. all he had to do was to stop you this time.

warning : 18+ content, minors do not fucking interact.

a/n : HAPPY JAY DAY <33 i've been ia but i just had to write something about our precious boy! it's not proofread so im sorry for any mistakes in advance </3 i hope you guys enjoy it! all likes, comments, shares and reblogs are highly appreciated :3 iloveyou guys <3

Maybe it was too late, maybe it wasn't meant to be for you both. You weren't there when Jay came back and he claimed to be the one who successfully drove you away, just like he wanted to.

Or so he thought, now that the regret kept seeping in slowly.

Being with you was easy, all you wanted was to forget your ex while he wanted plain sex with no strings attached. The roommate factor made the experience leisure, for he could have you whenever he wished to.

Sex was great, the best you've both had even until the third factor of 'feelings' got involved. That's the ground rule of being friends with benefits — never fall for your partner and that's precisely what happened.

It was clear in the air how he wanted you, how he hated to even see you flirt with other guys yet he stayed adamant on never confessing.

But for you, it was as clear as day that, while you've been leaving behind your feelings for a certain guy, you had grown to have them for the one who's been helping you get over it.

The previous night was intense, full of desire and unspoken feelings being poured out by how clingy you were being. He held you close while his dick slid in and out of you easily, particularly because of how wet you were and how needy he was.

Your whimpers only encourage him to pound harder as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to your smaller frame.

He unknowingly intertwined your fingers, even kissed your forehead mid-way, completely opposite to his hard demeanour. It was blissful how he made you feel like you were on cloud nine, his pace monstrous but gestures lovely.

Until you couldn't stop your mouth from uttering the sentence he so deeply wanted to hear yet dreaded it at the exact same time.

“Fuck, I love you, Jay!” and his actions halted, making you realise what you had done.

“Jay—” you started tearing up at how fast he got up, “—Please.” you stared at him with a quivering lip.

He looked defeated, even mad at himself for making you look so vulnerable, for hurting you just because you deserved better.

“I'm sorry,” it was the last thing he said before leaving your room, finally making you cry, your blanket providing you with the comfort you needed.

Jay did the same, the guilt only went up each time he heard you sob from the other side of the door. But he knew the harm was done when he saw your empty room in the morning at nine.

Now, fourteen hours later, he stood in the same apartment. The difference — It was filled with his close friends and decorations which made it seem like it was the happiest place to be, unlike Jay's heart that crumbled further when he didn't see you at the party which you had planned from the scratch.

His friends could see the conflict on his face each time he opened the door to see someone other than you, they knew this would happen, especially when you were the thing Jay would talk about.

It wasn't just sex for you both and it was very evident with how you looked at each other. Jake and Heeseung simply sighed, hoping for you guys to reconcile with each other.

They were more concerned that it would be Jay's birthday in ten minutes, the anniversary he wanted to celebrate with you. He wants to turn back the clock, tell you that he loves you back, maybe even more than you love him. He wants to show you how much he values you, and how much he wants you in his life.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon happily lit the candles for Jay's cake, trying to make him feel at peace with his silly jokes, which indeed earned a small smile from him, short but still something.

One minute until his birthday and all of his friends surrounded him, waiting for the clock to hit twelve. The room was filled with people he didn't wish to be around at the moment, yet he felt a tad bit happy to have this as a distraction.

A series of claps were heard while everyone sang happy birthday to him in the most childish way possible, which added another short-lived smile to his face. Closing his eyes, he bent down to blow out the candles, not forgetting to wish before he did so.

I want her back.

He thought that he was hallucinating when he saw you standing on the opposite side of the table, wearing the exact dress he claimed to have loved on you, looking as pretty as ever. His breathing hitched when he saw your teary, swollen eyes. He blamed himself.

Seeing his friends leaving his apartment and Jake giving him a goofy thumbs-up before locking the door shut, he quickly abandoned the idea of hallucinating. 

“Happy birthday,” you wished him quietly, trying to muster a smile that soon faltered as you saw a tear rolling down his face.

“Jay—” he embraced you, holding you tight enough to convince his brain that you, in fact, were here in his arms. But at the same time, his hold was equally delicate, as if you'd break any second.

And you did when you clutched his white button-down shirt, crying in the crook of his neck.

You both were two pieces of a broken heart.

He stepped back to look at you, eyes still glossy.

“You look beautiful,” he breathed out.

His pupils were dilated, hypnotic even as you felt your own eyes boring into his honey ones.

“I love you—” he spoke up, surprising himself in the process, along with you. The sentence came out shaky, which made him say it out again, full of confidence this time.

“I'm so in love with you.” he breathed out.

You shook your head, trying to contain your heartbeat and swirl of emotions, “You don't have to say that.”

You don't trust him.

“Let me show you,” he begged, “Please.” his voice trembled.

For the nth time in the past two days, you were at a war with yourself. Yet you managed to muster out a nod, a bit too stiff but still coherent.

His hand gently wrapped around your wrist, guiding you to his bedroom. It was messy, more than usual, sulky even — just like what he was before you came in front of him. His birthday cake was long forgotten.

He makes sure you're comfortable on his bed before he gets on it too, sitting next to you.

“May I?” he grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. He had a smile on his face, a genuine one which made you return the gesture, “Yes.”

He leaned forward, planting his lips on your neck, placing slow kisses all over. This was a common thing you did while having sex but the situation made it different, it felt real.

He held onto your waist and laid you on your back, your dress riding up which gave him enough space to caress your thighs. His warm hands made you shiver, your neck titling to give him more space as he trailed kisses till he reached your face.

You sighed as he placed kisses all over your face, even some teasing ones on the corner of your lips. But he didn't kiss you, not yet at least.

His touch ignited a fire within you, which made it impossible for you to hate him, you wanted him so much.

“Can I?” he asked for permission again, this time to undress you.

“Yes, please.” you breathed out.

And he did, opening the zipper and helping you out of the dress, the cold air hitting your nipples made you shiver but it was gone soon as his lips got attached to that very area.

He bit and sucked, his free hand fondling with your other boob. You pressed your head against the bed as his fingers trailed down to rub your clothed wetness.

“Fuck—” he groaned, coming back to bite your clavicle, trying to mark you up, something he hadn't done before, something he wanted to do before.

You were also highly aware of his hardened dick, your nails digging his back, also tugging at his shirt, which he removed at an impressive pace.

He removed your panties alongside, leaving you bare under him while all you could do was moan out his name. He coated his fingers with his saliva, rubbing it on your already wet folds before pushing it inside as your feet curled at the sudden intrusion.

“So pretty,” he chuckled, seeing you shiver with his actions.

“My pretty girl,” it elicited a moan out of you, something about Jay calling you his made you lose your mind.

His cock twitched in his pants, he needed you more than ever.

“Please!” you whimpered.

“Please what, baby?” he nibbled on your ear.

“Want you so bad.”

And he discarded his pants right after, “Let me take care of you,” he caressed your cheek, calling you all sorts of pretty names, you were flustered more than ever.

He called out your name before he grasped his cock, pumping it a few times and lining his tip against your folds.

His sharp eyes met yours, it held so much sincerity when he said his next words.

“I love you.” he kissed you on the lips, pushing his dick inside you slowly which made it easy for him, thankful that you were so wet.

And he thrusted into you, leaning back to look at the blissful look on your face. Your heart hammered against your chest, he reciprocates your feelings.

“I love you, Jay,” you confessed again, this time it made him smile so hard that you were sure his cheeks would hurt later.

“Fuck, that just made me the happiest man alive,” his fingers intertwined with yours, his pace fast enough to make you see stars but his gesture sweet enough to make you melt in his arms.

You held his nape and kissed him again, moaning in his mouth alongside as his hands roamed all over your body, appreciating each part of you.

He grinned against your skin, hiding his face in your neck while grabbing your hips to slam faster, the way you liked it.

“Ah, fuck!” your sweet moans only made his dick twitch harder inside your warm walls.

“Want you to cum in me.” you cried out, for pleasurable reasons this time.

And that was the hottest thing Park Jongseong had ever heard, he was sure to comply with your wishes.

His groans were like a melody. Your back arched with how perfectly he hit your g-spot, legs shaking with your orgasm building up.

He came inside you, warm liquid arising your walls as his thumb rubbed your clit, giving you an outward rush of pleasure. It didn't take you much time as you came undone yourself. Both of you uttered small ‘I love you’ as he stopped and got beside you, staring at your face after kissing your forehead lovingly.

“I want to be with you, I want to love you,” he smiled. “Be my girlfriend?” he bit his lip, hoping to hear a positive answer.

“You're such an ass, Jay,” you started and his heart dropped, “But you're lucky that I love you.” you chuckled at his expression.

“Yes, I'll be your girlfriend—” and he was on top of you again, giggling and kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

“Happy birthday, Jay.” your eyes sparkled.

“Best birthday gift ever,” he mumbled, cuddling closer to you.

You both were slightly dumb to have not come to terms with your feelings earlier but you wanted each other nevertheless.

Because in the end, the heart wants what it wants.

PERMANENT TAGLIST : @en-cityzen @sunghoonsworld @softforqiankun @ye0njunzp1xie @eunoia-kth @lix-freckle3 @woniebae @baekhyunstruly @heenotes @sungniverse @heeyunkist @starryjake @wntrsgf @heelariously @liliansun @hoonstrology @abdiitcryy @w3bqrl @9900z @so-jays @cha-raena @faethefairy @seo-thicc-bin @lilacboba @fallinforgyu @irockgyu @jayegalaxy @violevantae @ivyvesisi @sunshine-skz @nicksszzz @candidupped @02jzs @enhydiaries @woniecf @ultenha @kyleeanne @keixeds @j5aker @donghoonie-3 @jkmonica @neocityhoe @zhaixiaowen @seuomo @hwhjsthetic @shreyerii @jngsngie @jjhmk @jongseongsmirk @iqeot @duolingofanaccount @bunhoons @yunskies

bold ones couldn't be tagged!

PERMANENT TAGLIST OPEN! SEND AN ASK OR DM TO BE ADDED :3

© jaylaxies | tumblr

[twisted-tales-of-all]

A Snake’s Secret

human!reader x yandere!naga!Hyungwon ;; Kinktober Masterlist sub!AFAB!reader

Anon Request

Summary: After complaining about boys and sex to your best friend, he offers to help you out. He also reveals a secret about himself that makes you imagine a lot of scenarios.

Word Count: 1405

Contains: college!au, roommate!au, choking, unprotected sex, praise, make-out, fluff (kinda)

From the moment you sat next to him in the lecture, Hyungwon knew he had to get close to you. He didn't know what it was about you. You weren't wearing fancy clothes, there wasn't any effort in your makeup or hair, and you looked outright exhausted, but something drew him to you. So, when the professor described a project that needed a partner, he glowed when he heard you curse to yourself about not knowing anyone. 

When the professor dismissed class that day, he turned to you, asking, "Hey, I don't know anyone in this class. Do you have a partner in mind?"

"Actually, I don't know anyone either. Would you like to trade socials so we can be partners?"

Ever since then, the two of you have become close friends. You've found out that you're both in the same major, and you have a lot in common.

It's been nearly two years. At some point, Hyungwon realized that he needs to protect you. Now, you live with him in a two-bedroom apartment near campus, and you tell him everything. After breaking up with a partner after a year, you tell Hyungwon about the importance of sexual compatibility in your relationships.

"Is that why you broke up?"

"Well, that's definitely not the only reason, but it was a factor. I won't lie. We were both subby! It really didn't work; I was always the one doing the work because they were more of a sub than I am." You throw yourself back on Hyungwon's bed with a groan as you continue, "I just want someone to choke me and take control!"

Hyungwon stifles a chuckle at your actions, but he responds without a hint of sarcasm, "If that's all you need, I could always help."

At first, you think he's joking. He hasn't always been good at expressing whether he means what he says. However, you catch the seriousness in his eyes and sit back up in attention.

"Wait... You're into that stuff? I never knew."

"You never asked." He winks as he continues, "I have this fun little secret. You see, I may look human, but I'm really not. And if I change out of human form, there's something that helps a great deal in rough sex."

Now, you've known plenty of non-humans, so this isn't terribly shocking, but you've known Hyungwon for years now without knowing.

"You can't be any sort of demon, right? They usually have clear indicators. What are you, if not human?"

Suddenly, Hyungwon stands up. A dark cloud-like cover envelopes Hyungwon as he transforms. Once the cloud dissipates, you see a thick tail where his legs once were. You glance over him and see other changes, but they're minimal in comparison.

"You're... a snake?"

"Technically, yes. I'm a naga. We have powers, unlike regular snakes. Hence why I've been able to look and act human for so long."

Honestly, you're amazed by this information, but you're far most interested in the fact that he revealed this information to you only when discussing sexual subjects. Your mind begins to wander, wondering how it would be in bed with your best friend, especially how his tail could come in handy. Suddenly, you question how he can even have sex in that form. Your eyes fall to his tail, searching for any visible sex organs but finding none.

With a flick to your forehead, Hyungwon catches you red-handed, "I still have a dick, if that's what you're searching my tail so desperately for. Snakes have a pocket that basically hides that, just like human clothes."

You feel your face heat up as you realize how obvious you're being, but this doesn't stop your mind from roaming. You try to remember what powers naga had in religious scripture, revisiting a part of that class that Hyungwon helped you study for.

"...protectors." You mumble out, getting yourself caught again. This time, you continue, "Do you have something you protect? Is that still a naga trait?"

"You mean you haven't noticed?" When you tilt your head in confusion, he explains, "I protect you, Y/N. I help you with anything and everything. I make sure you eat, drink water, take care of yourself. My whole life centers around you."

This doesn't surprise you. Some part of you knew that answer was coming, but you needed to hear it to be sure.

"So, you'll help me get off, then, right?"

He nods.

"Right now?"

Realizing where the conversation is heading, he leans in and roughly presses his lips against yours while one hand pushes you to him by the nape. Instantly, you kiss back, and your tongues join shortly after as if fighting for dominance over each other.

At some point, you find yourself laying in the bed again, with Hyungwon holding himself above you. You feel the end of his tail wrap around your legs as the make-out continues. After a while, he slides a hand under your shirt. As he removes it, you catch your breath enough to verbally express your desperation.

"Hyungwon, please, just ruin me." You beg.

His eyes darken and his lips turn up slightly. Quickly, he removes the rest of your clothes and lifts you slightly. He slinks his tail underneath you with your legs wrapped around his waist as if you're sitting in his lap. You lean forward to go in for more kisses, but you're pulled back by the tip of his tail wrapping around your neck to choke you. Your hands instinctively fly up to the restraint, but you don't make even the slightest attempt to remove it as it slightly tightens around you.

"You're finally all mine." Hyungwon's voice is deeper than usual, but you can't think about his declaration as he follows it up by pushing himself into you with a groan, "Fuck yes. You're perfect for me. All wet and tight, just for me."

He pounds into you relentlessly. It's rough and territorial, but there's something about it that makes it clear to you that he cares about you. He doesn't chase his own high; he clearly tries hitting your sweet spots. When you realize this, you guide him.

"Yes, Hyungwon. Right there." You coax, careful not to waste too much breath as his tail remains tightly around your throat.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're shaking so much."

"I'm so close, Hyungwon. Please~ don't stop!" You beg, forgetting to save your breath as you approach your high.

He keeps his rhythm, aiming for the same spot with every thrust. As you cry out in ecstasy while reaching your orgasm, he softens his thrusts and lessens the pressure around your neck so he doesn't overstimulate you too much.

"There you go, babe. Let it all out."

Your labored breaths fill the room as you come back down. By now, Hyungwon stops moving entirely, so you look at him, confused.

"You're stopping? Don't you want to finish, too?"

"I do, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Won't you be too sensitive?"

You giggle at his excessive care, "I'll be fine, Hyungwon. Keep going until you finish."

He bucks his hips again, slowly gaining speed again. He never looks away from your face, in case you look pained or uncomfortable. Despite the sensitivity, you still feel extremely good whenever he hits the right spot. After a while, you notice his grip on your waist tighten as he curses under his breath. He pulls you off of him, laying you onto the bed, and pumps himself as he finishes, his cum covering your torso.

As he returns to reality, he smiles at the view, "God, you're so sexy. Laying naked on my bed, covered in my cum. I love it."

Even though he enjoys looking, he gets up and grabs a cloth to help clean you up. After, he lays down next to you and faces you. You cuddle into his chest, so he wraps an arm around you and rests his tail in between your legs. You silently listen to the steady beat of his heart and wonder how to move forward now that you've slept with your roommate and best friend.

"Don't overthink. I know you tend to do that. Let's just go with the flow and see what happens."

He knows you so well. You nod in agreement before closing your eyes and letting your mind drift in the comfort of your best friend's embrace.