tender and divine. | Seonghwa/Reader/Hongjoong | kinktober 03
» summary: It is a heady thing, to hold such power whilst on your knees. Can do nothing but delight in it, with sweat gleaming on your skin and jaw sore from sitting pretty and obedient for near on an hour.
» pairing: Park Seonghwa / AFAB!Reader / Kim Hongjoong
» rating: explicit
» content warning for pwp, blow jobs, spit kink, pet names, praise kink, consensual cucking (hj), hair pulling, lowkey dom!sh + sub!hj, rutting, frottage
» author's note: does a funky dance i think more people should spit in joong's mouth. anyway prompts today were blowjobs + spitting<3
» ao3 link
You can feel the weight of Hongjoong’s eyes from across the room. Suffused with the static air of promises kept, heavy and warm to cling to your exposed skin and send a frisson of delight shooting right through your spine. He watches you almost obsessively, eyes wide and pleading in the dark, desperate little noises slipping free of his parted lips and you can hear the way he shifts in his seat, chair creaking and his feet tapping restlessly on the floor. He’s near the brink already, impatient and ready for the satisfaction long denied him this evening.
You can feel it all, simply from the weight of his stare. But your attention is kept elsewhere, drawn utterly by the man you kneel for, the one whose hands are buried in your fall of hair, and cupping your cheek with such gentle reverence you could weep for it.
“You’re doing so well, angel,” Seonghwa whispers to you, smiling softer than silk when he traces the curve of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. His touch is peaceful, serene; keeping you grounded and safe whilst he bruises the inside of your throat. His mood changes, as the evening plays out, as Hongjoong’s noises grow more desperate or quiet. He slams into your mouth and fucks you harshly when he groans, slows down to wipe your tears and praise you with whispered words of delicious affection every time he wriggles in his seat and presses a palm over the hard rise of his erection through his sweats. Seonghwa plays you both like practiced instruments, with clever fingers and soothing voice that wraps around you like a too-heavy blanket.
And you are grateful for it, in the way tears shine on your lashes when you peek up through them to watch Seonghwa’s face, lovingly tracing the concentrated furrow of his brow and the blissed smile curving his lips. The dusting of a flush high on his cheeks makes your thighs come together, needy to dispel the ache that lingers in your slick and wanting cunt. The thrill of satisfaction doesn't come from carnal delight, but rather the power you hold over them both. From taking Seonghwa to the brink with nothing save a worshipful mouth, to Hongjoong’s whiny moans each time he watches you blink away tears or hears you gag around Seonghwa’s cock.
It is a heady thing, to hold such power whilst on your knees. Can do nothing but delight in it, with sweat gleaming on your skin and jaw sore from sitting pretty and obedient for near on an hour. Warming him, at first; keeping him hard and languid to torture Hongjoong all the more as he is forbidden to touch - himself, or otherwise. Delegated to sit and watch, melting into a puddle of his own torment with lips bitten and face flushed. You cannot tell who he wishes to be more - Seonghwa, with his blissed out smile and wet heat wrapped lovingly around his cock. Or you - on bruised knees but so tenderly treated, cock halfway down your throat that feels like a benediction.
“Beautiful,” Seonghwa croons to you, tracing the line of your jaw and stealing your attention for himself once again. He’s a greedy thing, when all is said and done; behind closed doors, when it’s no one but you three and all that remains is the promise of delectation between needy kisses and wandering hands. Your core flutters at his praise, and you hollow your cheeks to better wrap around his length with a pleased little hum. He tenses, fingers curling until blunted nails rake your skin, and spears himself deeper into the tight sheathe of your throat.
Your breath is stolen but still you moan, deep in your chest, when he pulls out to watch the way your spit shines on the skin of his cock. Soaked, as well as your cheeks and chin and chest; he’s made a mess of you, and you cannot be anything save grateful for it. Seonghwa runs his thumb through the spit coating your chin, eyes bright from lust and the way you wait on baited breath for his next move. Already you miss the weight of his cock in you, thick and cloying on your palate and able to wring impossibly lovely noises from his stricken expression.
“Nothing prettier than our angel on her knees, ready to serve,” Seonghwa continues after a moment, head tilted to the side and eyes flicking from you to Hongjoong. His expression darkens with a wicked curve of his smirk, and he palms his cock to better show off your slick and salacious work.
“Always so good for us, love,” he finishes with a low brush of laughter, and you cannot tell who’s ears the words are meant for. Even still you tilt forward, mouth achingly empty and cunt pulsing with every harried beat of your heart. Seonghwa grins, lascivious and heartbreakingly beautiful, before cupping your chin. His fingertips dig into the hinge of your jaw, forcing your mouth open once again. You can barely take a breath before he’s slamming forward, your throat instinctively convulsing around the intrusion and head going breezy. But Seonghwa moans, loud and unashamed, with head thrown back and mouth dropped open to sing your praises with an approximation of your name interspersed with low moans that make your toes curl. Tears spill anew from your stinging eyes, running a river down your cheeks; but still you swallow stubbornly around his cock, breathing through your nose when Seonghwa finds enough mercy to pull out until just the head rests on your tongue, hand roving to bury in your hair before thrusting forward once more.
He fucks you rough, deep; knowing you can take it for nothing else than to please him. It burns you with every pass, throat bulging obscenely and spit drooling from your spread lips to drip down to your naked chest. But Seonghwa is close, balls tightening and chest heaving from the exertion of receiving pleasure that threatens to unravel him, fingers knotting in your hair until he pushes and pulls you along to his rhythm. Fucking your throat until his cock leaks a fountain down the bruised column, Hongjoong’s wail of desperation echoing in your ears as he finally begs with broken words for Seonghwa to let him come.
“Soon,” Seonghwa tells him with a breathless sort of laugh, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he chases his peak. Your throat aches and your head swims from lack of air but you want it - so badly it aches from your cunt to your bones. You want him to spill in your mouth, fill you with his spend and cement his claim over you, your body - everything.
Seonghwa pulls out just as his climax begins to overtake him, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded, still he has the presence of mind to grip to his length and use his hand to wrench your jaw open. Eyes locked on yours he jerks himself quickly, the slick sound of his tight fingers gliding over the mess you’ve made of him is loud in your ears, but still you open your mouth and tilt your face skyward, ready and waiting.
He comes with a stuttered moan, releasing on your waiting tongue. Seonghwa’s muscles go taut and you feel each thick rope of his spend land in your mouth, eyes closing at the taste of him. Thick and cloying as it lingers on your palate, thighs trembling and shifting together. He rubs the head of his cock over your lips when he finishes, gasping breaths filling the air and the steady thrum of desire in your core makes you wonder if you could finish just from this, mouth closing and groaning softly at the feel of his come filling every inch.
You dont swallow; instead you wait until the trembling of his hands has ceased and his eyes once more focus on you. He blinks through his haze, grinning sloppily and petting your cheeks. He taps your lips once, and you open your mouth to show him his work; come pooling on your tongue, staining your lips and oh but he’s wrecked you perfectly, throat red and face soaked in spit and tears, still looking up at him with love in your eyes for all he does to you.
He leans down to kiss your forehead softly, petting your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your naked shoulder. It’s hypnotic, your body listing lazily to the side as you sigh, blinking away your tears and nuzzling up into his loving touch. Seonghwa laughs, gentle and sweet, and helps you to your unsteady feet.
“Give it to him, angel,” he tells you, squeezing your hands and turning you around to look at your third piece. Hongjoong looks utterly wrecked, knuckles bleeding white where he grips to the chair, face flushed and you could swear for a moment there are tears in his eyes.
“Please,” he says, lips pressed into a pout, and you feel nothing save mercy for the wet patch over his groin, his cock still hard and straining and you coo and how badly he must ache. You leave the bubble of Seonghwa’s touch to close the distance, hand immediately falling to Hongjoong’s cheek in a tender rub of affection. He’d done so well, and Seonghwa tells him as such, voice soft from where he lays on the bed, watching you both with the languid relaxation of someone basking in their high. Your knee falls between Hongjoong’s thighs, leaning into his chair and looming above him with adoration banked in your gaze.
You cup Hongjoong’s cheek and tilt his face up, eyes shifting from the red of his lips to the red of his cheeks, from his wide and wanting eyes to the way he whispers your name. A thumb dragging his bottom lip down does the trick, his mouth opening obediently and instantly for you; your smile is a sweet one, when you lean down until your mouth hovers just a hair's breadth from his own. The promise of a kiss, your laughter low and hands tender. You take in a sharp breath before cupping his jaw, opening his mouth wider and spitting in his mouth. Slick and divine, your spit and Seonghwa’s come a gift from your mouth to his. And Hongjoong moans - high and loud and unashamed, tongue dipping out to better receive. His lashes flutter at the taste, your fingertips dragging in his skin when he swallows it all down.
You rake nails through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead, whispering words of praise. “Go on,” you encourage him with a wicked gleam painting the curve of your smile. Hongjoong nods, eagerly, palms connecting instantly to your hips until his fingertips drag deep into the give of your flesh. He pulls you down and pushes himself forward, hips thrusting until he can grind the hard rise of his still-clothed erection against your knee.
His panting breaths fill the room, high-pitched moans from a heaving chest as his eyes scrunch shut. Expression crumpling beautifully, he chases his pleasure by rutting like a hound against your offered leg, keening and quick and slurred-together words of thanks spilling from between bitten lips. Hips jerking forward and up, nails sinking into your hips until you suspect you’ll wear a half-dozen crescents for a few hours after this. He looks up at you like a supplicant at worship, unashamed as he grinds and pants and pathetically laps up any and all of your attention.
He comes with a cry of your name, back bowing forward until he curls around you, forehead pressing to your sternum and wet and panting breaths puffing against the curve of your breast. His hair is tangled and sweaty, but still your fingers sink into the locks with a coo of his name, Seonghwa’s satisfied laughter curling around you both like languid smoke.










