Thread by @yoongisqrd

🔞 / nsfw thread / namkook are married but sometimes they really really really like to pretend that they aren’t (ie: infidelity roleplay)

(this is my first fic thread idk what i'm doing)

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ was wearing one of Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s big t-shirts when he stepped out of the bathroom fresh from a shower and into the bedroom.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ was in bed reading a book. He didn’t look absorbed in it, though. Only the lamp on Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s side of the bed was on.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ walked over to the bed and climbed on at the foot of it, one knee at a time, crawling over to Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ on all fours.

“What are you doing, hyung?” he asked.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ noticed how sweet and light his voice was at once. He looked up and snapped the book shut, placing it at his bedside mindlessly.

He sat up straighter, lap full of Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, and answered, “Pretending to read while thinking dirty thoughts about my husband.”

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ took his glasses off for him and set them to the side.

“You’re married, hyung?” he asked softly, tilting his head.

/Oh./ Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ nodded.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ put both hands on Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s shoulders, straddling his hips. He pouted just a little. “I didn’t know.”

“I am.”

“What’s she like?” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ asked. His fingers played with Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s hair.

“It’s a he,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ told him.

“Oh.” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ looked down, shy and grinning. “What’s he like?”

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ cupped Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s chin and tilted it up until they made eye-contact. “He neglects me,” he told him.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ bit his bottom lip. “I hate him already.”

“Thought you might.”

“Is that why you didn’t tell me about him?”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ decides. He pulled Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ in for a long, warm kiss—hands running all over.

After a couple minutes, Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ took Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s hands and pressed them back against his own chest.

“What if I don’t sleep with married men, hyung?” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ asked, pulling away from Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ. He ground down against his lap. “You didn’t tell me; not fair.”

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ—face flushed, body riled—sighed with exasperation.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ blinked serenely, waiting for an answer.

“Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ-ah,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ began, frustrated. He bucked his hips up and Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ couldn’t help but grin when he felt it underneath him—his hyung’s frustration.

“Does your husband know?” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ wondered, unmoved. “About me?”

“No.”

“Not nice,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ tutted. He still kept Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s hands pressed away from him. “You made a vow to him.”

“He broke it first.”

“So I’m a revenge fuck?”

“Aren’t you a good one, though?” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ challenged. “I’m sure you’ve seen yourself.”

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ smiled wide. “What did the guy your husband fucked look like? Were you better looking?”

“It was pathetic,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ scoffed, adjusting himself again underneath Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, jostling him up. Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s breath hitched, Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ heard it. He leaned over and whispered into Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s ear, “He fucked somebody who looked exactly like me.”

The heat of his breath made Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ shiver down his spine. He loosened his firm grip on Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s wrists and Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ took full advantage.

He ran his hands up Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s pale back and pulled the oversized shirt off of him. Naturally, he was fully naked without it.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ grabbed him by his waist and pushed him onto his back.

“Do I look like him too, hyung?” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ asked, cheeks colored pink and black hair splayed all around his head.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ didn’t answer. He tugged his own shirt off over his head. Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ was smiling at him through half-hooded eyes.

“What?” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ asked.

“Think your husband will tell me where he found somebody who looked exactly like you? I’m on the market,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ teased.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ didn’t give him a warning, he just crashed down on him with his full weight and kissed him. Opened his mouth up with his tongue and took his time with it.

“I don’t plan on introducing you two,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ eventually said, nipping Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s jaw.

“So rude. What if we’d be good friends?”

“Thought you said you hated him.”

“Oh yeah,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ grinned, kissing Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ back. “I do.”

“It’s okay,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ assured, reaching over to the bedside drawer with one arm. He got the lube. “He’d hate you too.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“You’re fucking his husband. He’s possessive.”

“Haven’t even fucked his husband yet,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ stated, raising his ankles around Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s hips. “He sounds paranoid.”

“He can be.”

“Well, you’re certainly giving him reason to be,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ sniffed.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ fought back a smile. “Have to flip you over. C’mon.”

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ flipped over and taunted Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ with scenarios about everything he could do with both his hyung /and/ his hyung’s body-double.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ exacted his own revenge with his long fingers, overstimulating Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s prostate until he was slack-jawed and pliant, wordlessly drooling onto the sheets.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ pulled him up by his hips and Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ could only squeeze his eyes shut and gasp softly when Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ replaced his fingers with his cock. Draping himself over Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s back, he slowly rocked into him, giving him a chance to adjust.

“Think the other guy would have the same cock?” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ asked Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, nosing along his neck.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ whimpered and vigorously shook his head.

“Words,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ demanded, pulling out and pushing back in.

Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ fell onto his elbows with a bent head and Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ figured he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of words. But this was okay too. He kissed Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ along his spine before holding him in place again and fucking him in earnest.

Somewhere between the gurgling and gasping and grunting, Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ regained his lucidity (and thus his spite). He pushed himself back up onto his hands and met Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s thrusts by pushing his hips back against his.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ groaned.

“Yeah?” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ goaded, clenching around him, still pushing his hips back in perfect sync. “Still thinking about your husband, hyung?”

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ half-laughed. “I already forgot his name, baby.”

“Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ,” he panted. “I want his name to be Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ.”

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ slowed down, leaned over, and kissed his temple. “One day.”

“Promise?”

“I do.”

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ slid a hand under Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s stomach, sped himself up, and stroked him in time with themselves. Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ bent his head again and almost collapsed when he came unexpectedly, overwhelmed.

“/Yeobo/,” he choked out, high in his throat, fists clenching the sheets—and Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ almost immediately followed suit, forehead pressed against Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ’s shoulder, breathing heavily.

Afterwards, relaxed, cleaned up, lights off, back in Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s t-shirts, Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ curled up against Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ’s huge chest, sighing contently wrapped up in his big arms.

“You’re terrible at this, yeobo,” he indicted sleepily. “You’re not supposed to /promise/ the side piece things. That’s Adultery 101.”

“But I /would/ marry you,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ mumbled back, already half-asleep.

“Gotta divorce me first.”

“Mm,” Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ considered. He tightened his arms around him. “No.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ said, pleased and happy.

The last thing Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ did before falling asleep was kiss his husband’s forehead.

/end/

thanks 4 reading, I am a fucking SAP ;-;