Raw Obsession of the Mafia King
Predator and Prey
“You keep staring at me like that, brat, and I’ll rip those baggy pants off you, shove you onto my lap, and fuck you so hard you’ll be begging through every filthy gasp.”
__ Kim Taehyung
The dim lights bathed the underground auction hall in golden shadows, dancing softly along the black marble floors and velvet-draped walls. As the murmurs quieted, all eyes fixated on the podium—well, almost all. The announcer wiped the sweat from his forehead and began his rehearsed speech, voice trembling with an edge of fear.
Annoncer
"Ladies and gentlemen… the auction shall now begin.”
But for Kim Taehyung, the voice was distant—like background noise to a more vivid, sinful picture seated just across from him.
Taehyung stared. He couldn’t help it.
Every time Jungkook slightly shifted in his seat, Taehyung’s gaze followed like a predator stalking its prey.
Park Jimin
"Tae" *low voice*
Park Jimin
"You’re staring again. If you keep looking like that, people are gonna think you’ve already undressed him in your mind.” *teasing*
Kim Taehyung
*coughed lightly* "I'm not"
Taehyung sat straight and looked towards the podium.
Park Jimin
"Yeah and I'm tall"
Across the room, Jungkook was no better. He had caught Taehyung’s gaze—and he was soaking it in like a cat basking in sunlight.
A sin. A dream. A fantasy Jungkook had played too many times in his mind.
The way the crisp suit hugged his wide shoulders, the way his long legs stretched with relaxed dominance, and God—those thick, veiny fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. Jungkook stared at them, imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist… around his throat… slipping between—
He bit his bottom lip, hard.
Jeon Jungkook
Get it together, Kook. He’s the enemy. *thought*
Still he couldn't stop himself and the way his thighs pressed together, his stomach fluttering like a fool with a crush
He leaned close to Jung Hoseok, who was watching the auction like a hawk, eyes narrowed.
Jeon Jungkook
"Kiiinda want to sit on his lap,” *smirk*
Jung Hoseok
"What?" *shocked*
Jeon Jungkook
"If I asked him really, really nicely… do you think he’d let me sit on his lap?"
Jung Hoseok
*rolled his eyes and side-eyed him* "We’re not here for laps, you damn brat. Focus in the front.”
Jeon Jungkook
"But his lap looks so wide… warm… dangerous"
Jeon Jungkook
*Sighed dramatically* “I bet he’d hold me tight—one hand on my hip, the other gripping my jaw, making sure I don’t even squirm…”
Jung Hoseok
"You’re fucking insufferable,” *hissed*. “We’re here to buy weapons, not get spanked by the devil in a designer suit.”
Jeon Jungkook
Hmm…” *smirk* “I wouldn’t mind both.”
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2025-05-05
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2025-05-06
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