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Yoongi x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Namjoon word count: 13.6k (wtf?!?!?!) mafia au, strangers to lovers, descriptions of violence and death, minor character death, reader treated as commodity, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+  chapter warnings: difficult conversations and heavy feelings, threesome (oral sex, vaginal & anal sex, a train-like position? you’ll see.)

beta read by @neoneunnajimin! <3 

note: this chapter is a mess. whew! you may get frustrated with how i decide mc feels throughout this one, but she’s my character, and i want her to be a little broken.

The restaurant Yoongi brings you and Namjoon to is a dinky sushi spot in some back alley downtown. You always enjoy these spots the most—the unassuming-on-the-outside, amazing-on-the-inside restaurants that Yoongi seems to prefer. 

The three of you are led to a private room, and before you have a chance to sit on the thick, red velvet cushions which line the back wall, servers are coming to fill glasses with rice wine and water, and informing you that dinner will be ready shortly. Yoongi must have called ahead. The servers exit and nervousness settles in.

There is probably no need to feel nervous since it makes sense that Yoongi would already know everything about your past. But what if he was directly involved in what happened to you back then? What if Yoongi’s family was in charge of the honeybees who sent you to kill Seungri? You’re not sure you can handle the ramifications of everything being a setup from the start, knowing just how little control you have had this entire time. 

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Vowed in Blood: Chapter One

Synopsis: Born in a world where choices are a privilege not bestowed upon women, Mariah’s father establishes an arrangement with the deadliest mafia of New Work City to have her married off to its heir. In this world, a handsome exterior often hides the monster within; a monster who can just as easily kill as kiss you.

Pairing: Mafia!Namjoon x OC

Chapter Warnings: OC is underage but nothing inappropriate happens this is all just backstory. Namjoon is not even in the building yet. lol

Chapter one: The Arrangement

“3 years ago,…”

           There was a stark contrast between the loud sounds of my typing compared to the silence that reverberated through the corridor walls just outside my bedroom door. Something about today has felt off. The home that I’ve grown up in has constantly been filled with people bustling in and out and today has been nothing but complete and utter silence. What is more concerning to me is the fact that my mother has been invited into my father’s cabin for the daily morning meeting. Unusual… My father, the great and powerful dictator of this household who has strictly prohibited the women in his life from ever entering his office has specifically indicated for his wife to join him. Did I mention he also happens to be the Godfather of the Cassian Mafia? 

Yes. You heard that correctly. Father of three girls, one son, and an entire crew full of mobsters. What a multi-tasker. Only, he’s never been much of a dad to us anyway… 

           My thoughts were interrupted when my mother walked into the room with her complexion pale and her lips turned into a straight line. “Did something happen?” I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows. She took a deep breath before answering, “Your father needs to speak with you…in his office.” I slid my legs out from under my desk and approached her, “Did I do something wrong?” I did not know what I could possibly be in trouble for. My youngest sister Leah and I were usually the obedient ones. My middle sister Jade was the troublemaker who always broke the rules and always got punished for it. “Mariah just go. You know what happens when we keep him waiting” she dismissed.  

           I entered my father’s office carefully hiding any emotion from showing up on my face. He sat behind his overly large desk in a wide black leather armchair placed in front of various shelves filled with books that had never been read. However, they hid a secret entrance to the basement and a corridor leading off the mansion’s premises. That I knew for sure. I placed myself in one of the chairs sitting opposite of the desk across my father’s form. I waited for him to start speaking with my hands folded in my lap.

           “The Russians and the Taiwanese Triads are trying to mark their claims on our territories and they are gaining strength every day we do not make a move.” He declared. To say I was even more confused than when the day started was an understatement. Father never spoke of the business with us. Women did not need to know such details. They were just meant to carry along as they were told by the men of the house. I knew better than to interrupt. “As a result, we have to mend our grievances with the Bangtan Clan of New York in order to garner enough capital and strength to stave off our enemies.” Father carried on.

           Peace with Bangtan? I questioned myself. Every member of the Cassian mafia including my father despised Bangtan with every fiber of their beings. Although women were supposed to be kept in the dark about these things the feuds that have been happening for decades were no secret. Our families have been killing each other off for years and only within the recent past decided that it was more practical to kill off members of other crime organizations that were bigger threats such as the Russians and the Triads that had come to impact both territories negatively. “At least Bangtan got one thing right, there is no stronger bond than blood” father continued as I frowned, “Born in blood, sworn in blood. That’s their motto.” I nodded but understood nothing.

           “I met with the head of Bangtan yesterday and we agreed that in order for us to establish peace between ourselves we are to become a family.” My father’s eyes bored into mine and a sickly feeling crept up my spine. Surely he wasn’t suggesting what I think he would be suggesting. “We have decided that you are to marry the heir of Bangtan Kim Namjoon. That is the arrangement we have agreed upon and given that you are the oldest it is your duty to ensure the security of this alliance.” The finality in my father’s words ensured that there was no room for debate or question but that was not going to stop me.

           “I can’t get married! I’m only fifteen!” I countered back as if that would make a difference in my father’s eyes. “That is where you are wrong. If I say you have to get married you would do it no questions asked because I said so.” Father’s eyes bored into mine and I knew my fate was sealed. “Luckily for you, your mother was adamant about you being of age and finishing school before leaving the walls of this house.” He continued. Any sort of relief his words were meant to bring me never came to fruition.

           There were only two things I knew of Kim Namjoon. One was that he was the heir to one if not the deadliest mafias to have ever existed and two he received his nickname ‘The Vice’ for the vice-like grip he used when crushing a man’s windpipe with his bare hands. “Father, please don’t make me do this.” I pleaded as a last resort. There was no way out of this if my father didn’t create one. His expression tightened, “You will marry Kim Namjoon. You will be a good wife to him and when you meet him for the engagement you will act as an obedient lady. End of discussion.”

Mafia!Hyung Line (Reaction: you being a brat)

(Asks are always open!)

KNJ:

“What is it that you’re trying to do?” Namjoon asked.

You said nothing.

“Because I can promise you that whatever it is, it isn’t working very well.” Namjoon put his pen down and took his glasses off. He turned around in his office chair so he could face you.

You sat on the couch in the room with your arms and legs crossed. 

“I’m not trying to do anything, Namjoon.” He clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow while turning his head to the side.

“You’re the one who called me up here anyway.” You whispered under your breath. 

He stood up slowly, both of his hands in his pockets as he approached you. You knew better than to move to avoid him, so you sat there with your gaze trained on his face.

He liked it when you looked into his eyes.

“I know that you haven’t been with me that long, so let me run a few things by you.” You jumped a bit at his touch as he ran one of his hands up towards your chest and over your collarbones.

He used that same hand to lightly caress the skin of your neck, before he wrapped his large hand around your tiny throat.

He held his hand there as he walked around toward the back of the couch, so he could lean down to whisper in your ear.

His hand tightened around your neck.

“I’m not much of an attitude person, darlin’.” He whispered, using his thumb to push your chin up so he could cut off some of your circulation.

“And I’m never going to hurt you, but I will embarrass you.” He laughed lightly as you gulped.

“Unless you’d like to keep up your attitude, that is. If that, for some stupid reason, is what you’d like to do, then I’ll be sure to give you a tour of the torture room once I get a chance.”

KSJ:

“Why aren’t you eating?” 

You continued to ignore him, typing away on your phone as his anger grew.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” You took a glance at him from the living room couch as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

“I’m not hungry, Jin.” He gave himself a couple of seconds to register what you said.

He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, before he began to walk toward the living room.

Your attitude toward him was growing day by day, and he was sick and tired of it.

Although you knew this, you were definitely surprised when he snatched your phone out of your hands and dropped it against the hardwood floor.

He leaned down a bit so he was eye level with you, and grabbed the fabric of your shirt and balled up into his fist.

The house servants stood in shock.

“You are dismissed.” Jin said to them.

When there was no movement, he turned to look behind himself at them.

“Get out.” He growled. You watched in fear as they all scurried out of the ground floor and either went up the stairs, or ran into another room to try and busy themselves.

He turned his attention back to you.

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He grunted. You sat silently.

“You’ve had nice meals prepared for you every single day this week by the house cook. You’ve been giving me attitude constantly, and all you do every single day is sit there and stare at your fucking phone screen.”

He let go of your shirt and picked up your phone off of the ground and held it in his hand.

Your eyes widened.

“I’ll be going through this. You haven’t got anything to hide, do you?”

MYG:

“Y/N?” Yoongi yelled. You were in the room next to his office which was where he was, so you just opened the door and poked your head inside.

“Yes?” You smiled lightly. He returned the small smile and held up his hand.

“Come here.” He curled his pointer finger toward himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows and hesitantly stepped inside.

“Close the door behind you.” He said nonchalantly, as he began to type away on his computer.

You gently shut the door, and walked over to his desk. You stood a good distance away like he had taught you to a while back.

Well, he never taught you-- you learned the hard way.

“You can come a little closer, baby.”‘ He laughed.

You took one step closer to him.

His smile fell, and he reached out to grab your arm and yank you into his lap.

He wrapped his left arm uncomfortably tight around your waist as he began to click away at his computer again.

“We promised to always be honest with each other, right?” You nodded, smiling a bit as you did so.

“Good, good.” He hummed to himself, clicking a few more buttons on his computer before he pushed the screen toward you.

“Could you tell me who Jinsoo is, then?” You froze.

“I--”

“I think it’s a pretty stupid idea to make the password to your email your birthday, darlin’. It wasn’t difficult whatsoever to hack into.” You felt like crying.

How could you forget to delete the fucking emails?

“I guess I should be glad that you didn’t flat out text him. Maybe you do have a little bit of respect left for me.” He laughed.

“He’s just a high school friend Yoongi, I swear. He found me through my social media and asked for my email.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He was a high school friend.” He corrected you lazily as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” Yoongi ignored you and soothingly ran a hand up and down your back, before his hand trailed up to your scalp and he gripped a fistful of your hair.

He forced you to lay over his lap, as he pulled up your shirt to reveal your ass.

“How many spanking are we thinking, hm?”

JHS:

Hoseok smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

The two of you were going on a date today.

He grabbed the bouquet of flowers that he bought for you off of the counter as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where he told you to wait for him when you were ready.

He told you to get dressed before him, because he knew that it’d take you some time. He didn’t mind at all, though.

He enjoyed it when you made yourself up just for him.

He entered the living room, the flowers behind his back as he saw your beautiful figure lax against the couch.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“I thought I told you to meet me down here when you were ready?”  He smiled out of confusion.

You turned to face him, unaware of his presence until now.

“Oh, I am ready!” Hoseok shook his head and set the flowers down on the coffee table.

“No, you aren’t.” You knew what he was referring to-- the dress.

Hoseok bought you a different dress for every single date. You appreciated the gesture, but you decided to just wear something that you could actually move around in without worrying about something slipping.

“What the hell is this?” He stepped closer to you and raked his eyes up and down your body.

You looked delectable as always, but that didn’t mean that he was satisfied with your appearance.

“I decided not to wear the dress today.” He opened his mouth, but you continued to talk anyway.

That was his biggest pet peeve.

“I thought that it was a little short-- and p-plus I know that you don’t like it when other people look at me, s-so I figured that-- ah!” You yelled when he pulled you up off of the couch.

“You’re right. I don’t like it when other people look at you.” He tore your flimsy shirt apart with his hands.

“They’ll never get a chance to be with you, though, so I don’t mind showing you off. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles.

You let him-- you knew better than to fight him.

You wanted to leave the house with fully functioning legs.

Just as he began ordering you to take the jeans off completely, his phone dinged.

“Limo’s here.” He smiled evilly, and grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the door with him.

“Hoseok!” He said nothing.

“Baby, please!” You yelled. 

He looked at you over his shoulder.

“I can’t go out like this. You know that.” He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion.

“No?” He asked. You shook your head slowly.

He scowled.

“Then you better go put that fucking dress on.”

disturbance.

(This was a request from @knjkitten​! @bitchyaus​ gave me the idea of continuing this from the reaction about Joon that I wrote. You don’t have to read that to understand this, but it could give you some context, I suppose. Also! Don’t worry. There’s going to be a part two to this. ;) )

“You’re not understanding what I’m saying, and I’m not in the mood to repeat myself to someone who should know their job.” Namjoon’s loud voice rang throughout the hallways.

You knew that he didn’t like to be disturbed when he was taking business calls, so you busied yourself by doing some work of your own. You finished rather quickly though, which left you with nothing to do.

You could do some household chores, but Namjoon had taken care of all of that while you were burying your face in textbooks for the past two weeks.

You smiled. He was such a thoughtful man.

That’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to bother him. Even though he keeps the door open, you’d feel bad if you were to distract him, especially after everything that he does for you.

Then again, he’s been locked up in that room all day. 

Plus, when you’re doing work of your own, Namjoon always manages to divert your attention to his tongue.

And then to his fingers....

And you always end up fucking him. 

You could interrupt him just this once.

You knocked on the open office door to alert him of your presence. You didn’t even owe him that, really, because anytime he attempted to bother you while you were working he would immediately begin by slamming the door open and gripping any area of exposed skin.

He didn’t answer your knock. You didn’t expect him to though, so you invited yourself in.

“Jooooniiiieeee-”

“I never asked you anything about where those shipments came from, Yang. I asked you where they were going.” You stepped further into the room. He completely ignored your presence.

“Namjoon?”

“If you act like this with a simple weapon delivery, then how do you expect me to assign you any other tasks that take much more skill?” Namjoon sighed, and leaned back in his chair. 

You rolled your eyes and walked over to him. He couldn’t ignore you now.

That’s what you thought, at least. He still continued his call as if you weren’t in the room.

“You can’t be serious right now.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned on your heels to leave the room.

“I’m this fucking close to...” You drowned the rest of his voice out when you slammed the door to his office shut. You were almost certain that he would chew you out for that later, but it was nothing that you couldn’t fix with some sweet talk.

He’d never stay mad at you for long, but after what you were about to pull you couldn’t be too sure of that at the moment.

“If he wants to play, then we can play.” You smirked to yourself as you began your walk to one of the upstairs guest rooms. You hid some of the new lingerie sets that you bought in the closet that was attached to the room because you knew Namjoon wouldn’t find them. He never came into the guest rooms.

You walked into the closet and briefly scanned your options. 

The pieces that you bought were all quite nice, and you looked hot as hell in them, but there was one set in particular that you were saving up for a special moment.

It was a black two piece that consisted of the typical bra and panties, and a silk robe to cover for a ‘surprise effect’.

You grabbed the set out of the bag and examined it for a moment.

Did you really want to waste this lingerie on something petty?

Hell yeah. It’d be worth it in the end to see Namjoon’s face when you walked into the room.

It didn’t take you long to change. You spent a few minutes staring at your ass in the mirror before you slid the robe on.

You wanted to make him suffer.

You grabbed the robe and slid it loosely over your shoulders. You tied a knot that wasn’t too tight, but would take more than a tug to get off.

You walked to the room and opened the door again, not even bothering to try speaking to him. 

Namjoon quickly noticed your change of clothing, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he placed his hand over the bulge forming in his pants.

You maintained eye contact with him as you pulled the knot out of the robe, knowing that the small action would heighten his arousal.

“Got time for me now, or what?” You smiled cockily as you held the robe open.

There was some loud chatter heard over the phone. Namjoon’s eyes turned into slits.

“Watch it.” He responded to the man on the line.

 He stood up out of his chair, pressing his phone in between his shoulder and his ear as he began to slide his jacket off. You took a few steps backward as he threw it to the ground and began to approach you.

“I want those shipments returned today, or you’re fucking dead.” You didn’t know why, but him saying that to some guy over the phone while staring into your eyes made you so fucking wet.

“Figure it out. You’ve got an hour.” You raised an eyebrow, as you began to softly tug at your nipples through your black lace bra.

Namjoon growled.

“Maybe two.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and threw it onto the couch. 

“I thought I told you not to bother me during business calls, hm?” He said, as he caged you against the wall with his arms by your sides.

“You don’t seem to mind very much.” You giggled, as he nudged your head to the side with his pointer finger and began peppering kisses along your neck.

“Mhm. Remember that offer I gave you a while back?” You mumbled a quiet “yeah”.

A tour of the torture room is what he promised. Sounded intriguing then, but you were slightly afraid now.

Namjoon pulled away from you, a scowl on his face.

“Do you know how much of a fucking brat you were?” You tried to interrupt him,  but he wasn’t having it. 

“Slamming my doors? Mumbling under your fucking breath?” He laughed in disbelief. You felt so small under his gaze.

“Are you that needy for my touch? Come on, baby. You can’t go a few hours without me, can you?” Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly. 

He raked his hand up from your clothed cunt to your breasts, and up to your neck. 

“Say it.” He choked you lightly, and shook your head gently as he leaned in toward your ear.

“Say that you’re desperate for Daddy.” He whispered.

“I--I’m desperate for Daddy.” You stuttered. He removed all touch from your body, causing you to whimper.

“Good girl.” He grabbed your arm and yanked you off of the wall as he began to pull you down the stairs with him.

“Are you hydrated?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Somewhat...why?” You laughed at his question, and at the fact that he was pulling you around like a child.

He stopped walking and turned to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His face held no other emotion.

“You aren’t leaving that room until you squirt.”