Citrus and Rum
Sunghoon x Fem!Reader
Summary - The casino is bustling and you’re on a roll, that is until the owner sends his goons to collect you. He’s been watching you all night and he’s ready to collect.
Genre - Yandere
Warnings - Suggestive, yandere content, dom/sub tones (dom Sunghoon/sub reader), abusive behaviour, toxic relationship
Word Count - 1.3K
A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you for the request! <3
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Two men in cheap black suits tower over you while you sit at the blackjack table. They’re looking at the small fortune you’ve accumulated in the form of little plastic chips. Judging by their broad shoulders and angry scowls, they’re security. One’s shorter than the other, his muscles giving him a meaty look while the other makes up for his lack of brawn in height.
“Can I help you?” The question is directed at the men although your eyes stick to the table as you twirl a thousand dollar chip over your knuckles. Cards spread out across the green felt table before you and the other guests who are now paying more attention to you and your company rather than the game at hand.
“We’re gonna need you to follow us,” the muscle says, motioning toward the back of the casino with his head.
“And leave all my newly acquired funds?”
“We’ll have someone pack it up all nice for you”, the height says with a smile, his lips pulling back across his teeth.
“Somehow I seriously doubt that.” Tossing the chip on the pile with a sigh you get up to follow.
They lead you down past the slot machines, the happy whir of the spinning reels, the dings and chimes. The sound of lost fortune follows you as you walk down the row, the boxes taunting. A squeal of glee erupts from one of the gamblers as the machine offers her quarters. Most of the guests are bent over in complete concentration as they continue to offer the machine their life savings.
You continue past the slots, the games, the players and those being played. The muscle walks in front while the height ushers you from behind, keeping you at a quick pace until you arrive at a locked door near the back. He swipes his keycard and it opens with a loud clang.
“Go ahead,” the muscle says and you roll your eyes before stepping in. “You know the way.”
The door closes behind you, the jolt of metal on metal reverberating down the corridor in an eerie echo. The lights are dim. Taking a deep breath you make your way down the hall, turning left then right before you come to the door you know he’s behind.
Testing the handle proves lucrative: it’s unlocked. You inch the door open, taking your time and allowing your eyes to scan the room with each nudge. He’s sitting on the lounge chair against the back wall, masked in shadow. You can’t see his features and it makes you uneasy.
“Well?” you ask with your hands on your hips. “I’m here. What do you want?”
“Come in.” The words leave a sour taste in your mouth. You do as you're told, easing the door closed behind you. The soft sound of the lock latching permeates the room as you stand, your back to the door, waiting for his next command.
He doesn't offer you one, instead allowing the silent buzz of the room to frustrate you into blurting out, “Well? I don’t have all day here.”
“And you think I have time to deal with your insolence?” The words bite, his cool tone hiding the rage underneath them. You take a step back, forgetting how close you are to the exit, and bump up against the door. Who knew he would get this angry over a few hundred Gs?
“You got your money back,” you mutter, looking towards the opposite side of the room. There’s a small bar and a door. You know what’s behind it and it’s something you’d rather not revisit, not today. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal, my love,” his voice is curt as he says the words and you shiver, you hate it when he calls you that, “is that you never seem to learn. No matter how many times I try to teach you.”
“It was just a card game–”
“No.” He’s on his feet moving swiftly towards you before he finishes the word. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Sunghoon’s about to knock over your candlestick. “No, it wasn’t. This was a direct deviance of my orders.”
“Sunghoon…” the word drifts off, lost under the weight of his gaze. Narrowed eyes and pinched lips have you fumbling for the door handle. “Well, I mean. I should get going. I didn’t mean to get you all riled up.”
Relief floods across your skin as you locate the knob, turning it slightly before his words still you. “Did I say you were dismissed?”
“No but…”
“No but what?”
“I’m sorry,” you say, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. The obvious gesture is ignored as he steps closer, invading your space, his breath close enough to taste. Citrus and rum.
You jut out your hand in an attempt to create some space between you, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an embrace. His hand twists within your hair and pulls it tight causing you to yelp out in pain. His lips press down hard against your neck.
“Sunghoon, please. You’re hurting me.”
“Sunghoon?” His hard kisses turn to harder nips and he chuckles as you cry out. “At least show me the respect I deserve.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper as tears well in your eyes. He knows.
“I’m sorry, what?” he spits, pulling your hair hard enough to snap your neck back. You’re gonna feel that tomorrow.
“I’m sorry, sir.” The words are hard to get out over the lack of air and sound like a breathy whisper.
“Are you though?”
“It won’t happen again.” Talking hurts more than breathing and you wonder if you might just pass out when he finally releases his grip, moving his hand down to your waist. “Sunghoon, I–”
“I’m sick of your games. It’s time you realised who you belong to,” he says, venomous and cold as he circles his hands around your arse, pulling your body into his. He grinds his hips up against yours, sending a jolt of pleasure to your core. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“I belong to you.”
‘I belong to you what?” He continues to move his hips back and forth as heat spreads across your skin.
“I belong to you, sir,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulls you up to him, your back flush with the door. “Only you, sir.”
“If you know that then you shouldn’t test me.” His lips find yours, crashing together in desperate need. Sucking on his tongue you hum and rub your body against his as hot trails of fire dance across your skin.
He pulls back, pushing against your chest to hold you at arm's length. Furrowing your brows you reach out but he flicks away your hand. You unwind your legs and slink back until your toes are on the floor.
“What are you doing? Stop teasing me.” You try to lean in again to no avail.
“You tried to run away, my love.” Swallowing hard you watch as the previous moment of lust falls from his face to be replaced by calm indifference. “Did you really think you were about to be rewarded for that?”
“I didn’t–”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
Looking down at your feet you shake your head. “What are you going to do?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, digging his fingers into your jaw. “I’m gonna punish you, of course. I’m going to make it so you can’t even walk, let alone try to leave me again.”
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