Punishment (m)

zeurin:

A fill for this request. I changed the request a bit from sugamonster to a minjoon threesome, because I couldn’t stop imagining Jimin as a sub. 

Warning: rated M for extremely graphic smut. read at your own risk

dom!Namjoon X sub!Jimin X sub!you

Word Count: 8,233

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Your knees are wobbling with nerves as you order a shot of tequila at the bar. It’s the first time you’ve ever gone to a club by yourself, and you’re beginning to regret this decision. The bartender pours you the drink and sets the glass in front of you without another glance. You stare at the amber liquid with a frown. It’s not too late to just give this up and go home. If you hurry, you can be back in your warm bed in under half an hour.

Before you can push the drink away and call a taxi, your cell phone rings. You look down at the caller ID, and are tempted to ignore the call when your boyfriend’s name flashes across the screen. You sigh and pick up anyways, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” is his snarl in return.

You roll your eyes, “Oh, how nice of you to finally return my calls, Namjoon,” your tone is every bit as chilly as his, “I hope this isn’t taking too much time away from those Victoria Secret models you’re working with. God forbid that.”

He sighs in exasperation, “You know I have to work with them for the show. It’s just a job, nothing else!”

You pause, distracted by the way a drunk college-aged girl throws herself across the table to allow sleazy older men to do body shots off her exposed belly. The crowd gathered around her grows frenzied and you can barely hear your boyfriend over the commotion.

Namjoon grows quiet on the other line, “Where the fuck are you?” His voice is deceptively low.

It only serves to rile you up more, “Why do you give a fuck?” You growl back, “You’re having so much fun with those models, why don’t you go back to them?”

“This is about our anniversary, isn’t it? Look, I know I was a bit late, but—”

“A bit late?! Namjoon, I waited for you for over two hours!”

“I know, I know, but I’ll make it up to you. Just come home, baby.”

“I don’t think so, baby. I’m done with your excuses.”

“What? What the hell does that mean?”

“Goodbye, Namjoon.”

“Wait! Where are you?!”

But you’ve already hung up on him. You smile pleasantly at the people sitting next to you and down the shot with a neat flick of your wrist. “Bartender, another one, please!”

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