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creativechaoticloner · 2 years ago

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16 - ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴍ - ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

ʟɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ

pairing: mafia boss! jongho x fem! reader

genre: mafia/gang au, thriller??, smut

summary: as the leader of an infamously cruel gang, jongho makes sure his men, as well as his pretty plaything, know their place.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: *possibly triggering content* violence, murder(s), use of a gun (gunplay...), blood, sadism, hard dom! jongho, sub! reader, mention of sex work, exhibitonism, pet names, name calling, heavy degradation, one single slap, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex

a/n: idt you guys are ready for this ;; truly this is the most out-of-pocket thing i've ever written like i saw sadism and my brain just did all of this …. like just be warned bc this one's reallyyyy intense!

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“Your tea, sir,” you spoke softly, setting a black tray holding a small jade teapot and a single celadon teacup down onto your boss's mahogany desk, trying to hide your trembling fingers by lowering them to your sides, giving him a bow out of forced respect.

Jongho held out a single hand, pressing two fingers together and making the ‘come hither’ motion. You swallowed, heading around the desk, waiting for further instruction. He reached up to grab you by the jaw and brought you down to his level, his lips just barely brushing over yours. “I love it when you act all proper, like you aren’t just a filthy little whore that I use day after day. Weren’t you just on my cock a few hours ago?”

“S-sir, please…” You gripped his shoulders, your cheeks burning, loving and hating that he treated you like this in front of all his men, who you prayed were still talking to one another and not paying you any attention. A swift smack to your cheek brought your focus back onto the powerful man below you.

“How do you think you’re ever going to please me if you don’t cater to my every whim, lily?” Jongho questioned, calling you by his nickname for you, his voice sugary sweet, despite the rough squeeze he had on your jaw.

You previously worked at a popular massage parlor in the red-light district, coined The Flowerbed. Of course, it was owned by Jongho; he owned and ran most of the places of business on his side of town. He visited once in a while to see how things were running, always making sure to see you, enticed by your seemingly innocent persona, despite your ability to suck and fuck him with unwavering enthusiasm. Finding himself coming back time and time again, he set you free from your debt that you owed when he brought you home to his residence — though you weren’t really free. You still had to share your body with someone, though this time around, it was a cruel, bloodthirsty gang leader, rather than some sweaty, drunken man who had a couple hundred dollars to spend.

Jongho's eyes narrowed. “Now, admit you were just riding me in my office earlier, before I get upset.”

“Y-yes, I was…and S-sir, I’d love nothing more than to please you. You know that,” you replied, with a small smile, before glancing downwards, taking note of the still steaming tea on his desk, pointing to it. “Your tea, sir. It’s going to get cold.”

Jongho’s cold, unfeeling eyes bored into you, studying your nervous features, his fingers running along your jaw. “Such a sweet, caring girl.” He leaned in to run his lips and tongue up your exposed neck, stopping just underneath your jaw near your ear, whispering, “You’re just an innocent little flower that’s living amongst a sea of thorns, aren’t you? How will you ever grow without getting ripped to shreds?”

Shuddering when he sucked on your skin, your hands drifted down his sleek black suit, feeling his muscles through the expensive material. “A little pain never hurt anyone, sir. I can take whatever you give me.”

Satisfied with your answer, your boss slowly let go of your jaw and patted your still stinging cheek. “That’s what I like to hear. Now, go sit down somewhere and look pretty for me.”

Once you were free from his grasp, you brought your arms to your sides and bowed again, before scurrying off to the opposite side of the room. You weaved past various members of his gang who were watching you with hungry eyes, some of their hands settled inside their pockets, some of the more trigger-happy ones running their calloused fingers over their glocks.

You sat down on one of the leather couches nearby, trying to leave enough space between yourself and the large man sitting beside you, anxiously fiddling with your skirt. Your eyes remained on Jongho, your body tense as you watched him bring the teacup to his lips, only to set it down. He picked up his vibrating phone instead, answering a call.

A strong hand settled down on your thigh, his fingers squeezing into your soft flesh, the man’s body leaning over to yours to inhale your scent, his tongue sliding out of his mouth to swipe across your neck. “Mm, I can see why the boss likes you so much. You taste so good. I bet your pussy tastes just as sweet.”

About to crawl out of your skin from repulsion, you pushed his hand away, only for him to grab you by your arm, yanking you closer to him. “Please, stop it…”

Ignoring the concerned looks of his coworkers, their eyes practically bulging out of their skulls from how hard they were staring at him, the man scoffed, slipping his arm around your waist, holding you with an iron grip. “But you’re such a whore for the boss. Why don’t you like it now?”

Just as you were about to explain yourself, the sound of Jongho’s leather chair groaning as he pushed off of it made you close your mouth back up. The men in the room quieted down, some of them backing up out of their boss’s way, their heads lowering out of respect, but mostly out of fear. The tension in the meeting room was so intensely palpable, you’d probably need a chainsaw to cut through it.

Jongho’s heavy black oxford shoes clicked against the floor as he walked around the leather couch and rested his hands on the top of it, standing behind you and the man who slowly let go of you. He cleared his throat, making you both crane your necks to look back at him with wide eyes. “You know, you’re right,” Jongho started in a low tone, reaching out to wrap a lock of your hair around his finger. “She is a whore. A dirty little bitch that’ll get on her knees anytime I ask her to.”

The man chuckled nervously, nodding his head in an exaggerated fashion, a few strands of his slick backed hair starting to fall into his face. “Right? I knew you’d agree, Boss.”

His expression turning sour, Jongho slipped his hand into his back pocket, glaring down at his subordinate with so much ferocity, the man was seconds away from pissing himself. “The thing is, she’s my whore, and mine alone.”

“Boss, I didn’t mean–” Before the gang member could explain himself, Jongho pulled his revolver out and fired a single shot in between his eyes, making the man’s face freeze up, then go completely lax. He slumped over onto you, making you scream and shove his lifeless body onto the floor, his bullet wound leaking onto the blood-proof mats below.

Jongho snapped his fingers, causing a few of his men to jump into action, picking up the man’s body and slowly dragging him away, most likely taking him to the incinerator in the basement. Someone else grabbed the cleaning supplies in the corner of the room and got down onto their knees, cleaning up the blood while whistling a simple tune. You simply sat there, staring forward at the full tea pot on Jongho’s desk, wiping the blood from your forearms, in a state of shock. It was time for Plan B.

“Apparently, some of you don’t understand your place,” Jongho informed the surrounding men, giving some of them immediate stomach aches. He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning himself down to press his lips to your ear. “Darling lily, don’t you think you should demonstrate your loyalty to me so that all these fuckheads know who you belong to?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, sir,” you replied in a somewhat shaky voice, of course terrified of him, but finding yourself to be turned on as well. Maybe being around a bunch of monsters who found solace in murder, sex, drugs and the combination of the three rubbed off on you. Or maybe you were always this way, simply waiting for outside influences to corrupt you further.

Jongho sat down on the couch next to you, pushing his raven hair back, his large thighs spreading apart. “On your knees.”

You obeyed him, climbing off of the couch and sitting on your knees before him, looking up at him for further instruction. The men in the room made themselves comfortable against the wall or on the other couches, waiting for the show to begin.

Jongho looked down at his revolver, admiring the sleek black edges, thumbing the chamber to watch it spin. “You know, my father, may he rest in peace, gave this revolver to me before he died.” He rested it down on his crotch for a moment, studying your timid expression, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips in anticipation. “You know what he said to me when he put it in my hands?”

“What did he say, sir?” you asked in the softest voice you could conjure up, jolting slightly when Jongho leaned down to slide his fingers into your hair, stroking it.

“He said this gun isn’t just good for killing. It has other uses.” Jongho lifted his revolver to your mouth, nudging your lips with the cold steel tip. “Such as watching pretty whores suck on it like they would with a cock.”

Shivering with fear and arousal, you placed your hands on his thighs, your fingers clutching them tightly. “Th-there’s no bullets in it, right, sir? You wouldn’t do that to me, right…?”

Letting out a low chuckle, taking delight in the way the color slowly drained from your face, Jongho gripped your chin and tilted it up, commanding, “Suck. If you do it right, I won’t blow your brains out…and maybe I’ll let you have the real thing.”

Glancing at one of the men standing behind Jongho, you begged for his help with your eyes, making a small whimpering sound. The man slowly shook his head, mouthing the words ‘not yet.’

Jongho growled, tugging your face forward, his fingernails digging into your skin. “You better show me what you got before I paint the walls with your blood, little flower.”

Already sniffling, your thighs squeezing together, you parted your lips, allowing the barrel of the gun into your mouth. “M-mm…” you murmured, slowly sucking on it like you would when you gave Jongho head.

Jongho licked his lips, grabbing you by your hair near your scalp and holding you still, sighing, “Look at you, about to cry for me. You’re so sweet and soft for me, pretty girl. It makes me want to break you…”

With your body trembling, you allowed the entire barrel into your mouth, your eyebrows drawing togther after tasting the cold metal. You felt a surge of nausea overcome you when you watched him cock the gun, making you let out a few small whimpers, your eyes wet with incoming tears.

“Cry for me, baby,” he groaned, his cock straining against his black tailored pants, clicking the trigger three times in a row, sending you into a state of shock.

You shut your eyes instinctively, letting out a muffled cry, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, dragging your black mascara down. When you opened your eyes back up, you were still alive, still sucking on the gun like your life depended on it, which it did, in a way. And you've never been wetter in your life. Maybe you were just as fucked up as the rest of them.

“Alright, that’s enough, petal,” Jongho sighed, his cock too hard to be ignored at this point, needing direct stimulation. He tossed his gun to the side and unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing length out, using his pre-cum to lube it up. “Show everyone why you’re my favorite hole to use.”

Eyeing the same man behind Jongho, you lifted your skirt up and sat down on his lap, reading the man’s lips. Almost, he says. Well, you guess you could hold out a little while longer. “I love being your favorite hole, sir,” you sighed, as you slowly sunk down onto your boss’s cock, setting your hands on his wide shoulders.

“There’s my filthy little whore. I was wondering where she went. I bet you’re soaked just from having my gun in your mouth,” he sighed, grabbing you by the hips and slamming himself into you, not even allowing you to get used to his large size.

“Yeah, I’m so wet for you, even when you treat me like this,” you cried out in a strained voice, tears stinging your eyes from the burning sensation in between your legs, wrapping your arms around Jongho’s neck, holding onto him for dear life. "Don't you fucking stop..."

“God, you filthy fucking bitch,” he grunted out, in between harsh breaths, slamming himself into you as quickly as possible, his cock rubbing rapidly against your plush inner walls, making you moan incessantly from the combination of pain and pleasure. “Look at you, already ready to cum for me and I’ve barely fucked this cunt for a few minutes. Brain dead whore. All you’re good for is taking my cock. Aren't you?"

You could barely speak from how hard you were being fucked. He was always like this with you, always using you like a cocksleeve and nothing more. “Y-esss, sir…!” you gasped, your throat starting to hurt from how hard you were breathing. Looking at Jongho's unnervingly evil facial expression reminded you of the deep hatred you felt for men like him. You were just a doll being used by your Master for his own personal satisfaction. All throughout your life, you’ve had different Masters that used you for the same selfish reasons, never giving you your own choice. Well, it was about time you cut the strings.

Jongho grabbed you by the throat, squeezing his fingers tightly around your delicate neck, his cold rings pushing into your skin. He drilled himself into you, able to feel your arousal leaking down to the base of his dick, your hole locking around it like a vice. “That’s a good toy. I can feel your cunt clenching around me. Are you going to cum while I choke you out like this?”

Though you were growing intensely dizzy, you reached one arm out past Jongho’s head, taking the knife that the man behind him handed to you. “Yeah, I am…” you whispered, barely able to get your words out from how hard he was clutching your neck. When you sent the knife across Jongho’s exposed neck, you finally felt relief, able to take in a deep breath, your cunt pulsing and throbbing intensely, knowing you were right on the edge of euphoria.

“Fuck…” Jongho mumbled, coughing up blood, the large droplets splattering on your sweaty face. He grasped at his neck, not understanding what happened in the span of mere seconds. How his entire empire was crumbling before his eyes. Everything he had worked for was disappearing, and it was all because of his favorite plaything. The very one that was gazing down at him with a bloodlust, your cunt so tight around his cock that he thought he might cum just before he took his final breath.

You were finally about to be free. Truly free. It felt so good, so good you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing your high, bouncing on Jongho’s stiff length with a fervor you didn’t know you had. The men around you, who had seen some fucked up shit during their lifetime, were shocked even by your actions, whispering amongst each other. Were they scared of you? That would be a turn of events. It pleased you.

“What’s wrong, sir?” you asked sweetly, panting heavily, your eyes barely open from how hard you were cumming in that moment, your arousal mixing with the blood that was spilling out of Jongho’s neck and dripping onto your inner thighs. “Why do you look like you’re about to cum too? Does it feel that good to die for me?”

“But...why?” was all Jongho could get out, looking for his men to help, though they simply stared back at him, not a single shred of sympathy in their soulless eyes. When you grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look at you, he coughed harshly, grabbing at his throat, unable to keep the crimson from slipping past his ringed fingers. “I thought you were my lily…my pretty…little flower…”

You licked some of the crimson liquid that splattered onto your lips, letting out a series of giggles, completely overwhelmed with bliss and borderline insanity. You were finally your own Master. There were no strings left for someone to control you with. Bringing his face close to yours, you pressed a kiss onto his blood-stained mouth, whispering, “Like you said, I'm surrounded by thorns. I have to protect myself, right?”

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