Nsfw : minjoon, king jimin

Warning magical creatures (yes monster fucking), semi public?, voyeurism?, cock stepping, overstim

(also cock-warming)

Jimin loves his people.

The monsters, the hybrids, the humans, all of them under his care, dancing in his gigantic ballroom while he watches them mingle and chat.

He's sitting on his throne. A long table is set before him, royal red tablecloth with golden lining. The table is full with silverwares, serving a feast fit only for a king.

They have dined, and now, nearing midnight, the party buzzes on. Swirling wine in his goblet, jimin subtly leaned back. Arching his back a little. Releasing a breath. His crown dug onto the back of his head.

/Namjoon. Behave./

An advisor sidled up behind his throne and relayed a message, politely whispering. She left after he nodded, but namjoon doesn't seem to like that jimin gave her more attention while he is the one warming jimin's cock for the past two hours.

Namjoon, hidden from sight, kneeling under the high table, whines and clawed at jimin's thighs. Jimin dug the toe of his griffin-leather boot to the body underneath him, eliciting a gurgled moan around his cock.

Namjoon, his darling sweetheart, shuddered so hard to the tips of his scaly tail, jimin's boot finally giving him the stimulation he needed. Namjoon's legs opened wider, mussing the padding jimin provided for his knees. He swallowed, grazing his teeth a little on jimin's cock.

Jimin tsked.

/Namjoon,/ jimin scolded, telepathy ringing like a warning, /if you don't behave, you don't get to play./

He felt clawed hands groping his calves and thighs, over his royal garments, and then they settle with a low whine.

Jimin can just imagine his teary eyes, bratty little thing huffing from lack of attention.

If jimin played his cards right, what he had planned for tonight will be fulfilled.

Under the table, the dragon hybrid narrowed his green, cat-like eyes at jimin. He had been good, warming jimin's cock with his naturally high body temperature. He got head pats and scratches, happily purring around jimin's half-hard length. But for the past half hour, jimin

hasn't been paying attention to him.

Like right now, after sending that tingling telepathy, jimin goes back to ignoring him. Sipping wine, eyes /not/ on him.

If being good means he couldn't get what he wants, namjoon prefers being bad instead.