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groundintodust · 4 years ago

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In the Sheets

Fandom: B/T/S

Summary: S/eokj/in and Yo/ong/i wind down together after a long day, but a new laundry detergent makes Se/okj/in sneezy during their lovemaking.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Info: NSFW, snz-centric, humiliation/embarrassment

Word Count: 2059

Notes: This is very heavy on the embarrassment and humiliation! Read at your own risk. Inspired by this post.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36351691

After a long day, Seokjin and Yoongi finally return to their shared room. Yoongi flops face-down onto his bed, while Seokjin goes to change out of his clothes. They’re both tired, but they need to wind down and relax before going to sleep. Sometimes that means watching a movie together; other times that means lying in bed each looking at their own phones. And sometimes, they enjoy themselves by having sex together. Seokjin is naked and digging around in his pajamas pile for his favorite RJ pajamas when he remembers that last option, and he pauses to turn and look at his roommate.

“Should I even put on pajamas?” he asks. Yoongi rolls over to peer back at Seokjin, and he already looks hungry. Fuck. Seokjin is going to get fucked tonight, isn’t he. His ass clenches in anticipation, and he grins.

“Is that a no?” he teases, taking slow steps towards Yoongi. Yoongi’s mouth gapes open slightly as he watches Seokjin’s approach. Seokjin crawls onto the bed and straddles Yoongi, who puts his hands on Seokjin’s hips. In lieu of answering, Yoongi lifts himself enough to wriggle out of his shirt, and then his pants and boxers. When he’s finished, Seokjin dips down to kiss him. Seokjin starts slowly, moving his full lips unhurriedly against Yoongi’s, but Yoongi tugs him down to deepen the kiss.

As Seokjin settles onto his forearms over Yoongi, he catches a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. It’s sweet and floral, and it makes his nose tingle in a not unpleasant way, almost like the sensation of smelling spicy ramen. He leans back to ask, “Did you use a new shampoo or something?”

“It’s the sheets—Jungkookie did the laundry this morning.” Ah. Jungkook loves trying new laundry detergents.

Seokjin leans back down to lick into Yoongi’s mouth, tangling a hand into Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi runs his hands up and down Seokjin’s body, squeezing appreciatively. He rolls Seokjin over onto his back and begins kissing his way down his body. When Seokjin’s back hits the sheets, a puff of the laundry detergent’s scent hits his nose, and it’s enough to make him sniff once to dislodge the slight stinging sensation.

Yoongi nips at Seokjin’s inner thighs, making his legs twitch, and then he’s lowering his mouth down onto Seokjin’s cock. It takes all of Seokjin’s self-control not to buck up into Yoongi’s mouth, and he whines at the heat and intensity of the sensation, grasping for purchase on Yoongi’s hair and shoulders. Yoongi moves languidly up and down Seokjin’s cock, pausing occasionally to run his tongue along the underside of the head. He keeps going until he feels that Seokjin is sufficiently worked up, and then he pulls back to lean over to his nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. He squirts a dollop onto his fingers and presses them to Seokjin’s rim. After circling around Seokjin’s hole to relax the muscles there, he eases his finger inside and returns his mouth to Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin cries out from the dual sensation, digging his fingers into Yoongi’s upper back.

Yoongi works his finger in and out of Seokjin, pressing lightly in each direction to stretch him. When Seokjin starts making little needy sounds, he obliges with another finger. His mouth is still working up and down Seokjin’s length, and Seokjin’s thighs are twitching by the time Yoongi gets to three fingers—his orgasm is starting to creep up on him.

“Yoongi-ah—please—come on, you want to fuck me, don’t you?” he goads. Yoongi growls in response, and he feels the vibrations around his dick, drawing another moan from him. But sure enough, Yoongi pulls his fingers out of him and sits back on his heels. Using his clean hand and the heel of his other palm, he maneuvers Seokjin onto his hands and knees. Seokjin leans over to the nightstand to toss him a condom, which Yoongi slips on and lubes up. Gripping Seokjin’s hips, Yoongi sinks into him slowly and steadily.

Seokjin groans at the feeling of fullness and lets his arms give way, pressing his face to the sheets and keeping his ass in the air for Yoongi. “Fuck, you take me so well,” Yoongi grunts, and Seokjin moans in response. If he weren’t so far gone already, Seokjin might have felt shy from the praise, but he’s lost to the feeling of Yoongi pounding into him.

So, he doesn’t notice, until it’s too late, that the tingling scent of the sheets is starting to get to him. He’s breathing hard with his face right up against the sheets, and the slight edge to the scent is building up to a veritable itch in his nose. He wants to sniffle or rub his nose, but getting his face away from the sheets or bringing his hand to his face would disrupt the rhythm that Yoongi has set, and then Yoongi would wonder what’s wrong, and then the mood would be ruined, and that’s a whole sequence of events that Seokjin does not want to deal with. Instead, he does his best to rub his nose subtly against the bed.

Nuzzling further into the sheets isn’t doing much good for his nose, and there’s something about the knowledge that he’s rubbing his face into the very fabric that’s irritating him, that makes him feel even more restless. Plus, with the way that Yoongi is fucking into him so well, he can’t help the gasps and moans that only draw more air through his tickling nose. One such gasp hitches and turns fluttery, and suddenly Seokjin knows he’s done for—he’s going to sneeze.

He really doesn’t want to sneeze, not while he can feel Yoongi’s gaze hot on his back. It would be so embarrassing for him to have such an involuntary outburst, surely accompanied by some silly and unflattering facial expressions, while someone he cares about is looking at him so intensely. Not to mention that he can feel Yoongi approaching his climax, his thrusts becoming more wild and desperate, and it would ruin Yoongi’s building orgasm if Seokjin were to start sneezing.

A sneeze—or maybe multiple—is feeling inevitable for Seokjin, though. He cringes internally, and he can feel his cheeks and ears heating with anticipatory embarrassment. His nostril is beginning to chafe where it rubs back and forth on the sheet when his nostrils flare on every inhale. He finally brings a hand to his face, scrubbing ineffectually at his nose, and then hovering it nearby so that he’s ready to cover the sneeze that feels like it could burst out of him at any moment now.

“Jin-hyung, your ears are turning red,” Yoongi comments in between grunts. “Are you embarrassed that you’re going to come? Feeling shy about how desperate you are, how much you love my cock?” he teases, his voice low and dirty.

“I—heh...I—h-huh!...heh!...” Seokjin tries to answer, but every vocalization vibrates in his nose and makes his remaining breath come out in a shaky exhalation.

“What, do you have to sneeze? Just let it out,” Yoongi says dismissively, not stopping the pace of his thrusts. The coolness in Yoongi’s voice just makes Seokjin feel even more shy and embarrassed, and his blush deepens.

He shakes his head against the mattress, trying to explain that he doesn’t want to sneeze in this kind of situation, but all that comes out are his gasps and hitching breaths. “I d—heh!—don’t wan—hehh...hih...ahhh….”

Yoongi slows down and runs a hand comfortingly along Seokjin’s side. “What’s up? Do you want to stop?”

Seokjin tries to shake his head again, but he’s losing control, his involuntary need to sneeze taking over his body. “N—hhh!...I...hehh...ahhhh...huhh!—huh-UHSSHHOO! Heh...hah-IDDSHHOOO!” The sneezes rip through him, and he faintly registers Yoongi moaning loudly as his ass clenches around him. He sniffs, nose still itching, and he waits a moment to see if he’ll sneeze again. When it seems like he’s going to have a respite, he turns his head further towards Yoongi and mutters, “Ah, sorry.”

“Fuck, that felt good. So fucking tight.” Seokjin whines in embarrassment, and Yoongi asks, “Do you want to stop, then? Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m just...I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It’s the laundry detergent, I think. The sheets are making my nose itch.”

“It’s okay, Jin-hyung. Feels great, and anyway,” he smirks, “I like you messy.” He starts moving inside Seokjin again, and Seokjin moans in combined pleasure and embarrassment. Yoongi pauses to try to turn Seokjin onto his back, but Seokjin bats at Yoongi’s hands. “Come on, Jin-hyung, I want to see you. Let me watch you fall apart, make a mess of yourself.” Seokjin groans but lets Yoongi turn him over and fuck back into him.

Seokjin’s face feels like it’s burning under Yoongi’s attention. Normally he would be gazing back into Yoongi’s eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. But right now, his nose is twitching, and he’s sniffling almost constantly, and if he’s not sniffling then his breath is hitching and his eyes are squinting shut. Seokjin knows that he must look ridiculous and entirely un-handsome. Yoongi said he’s enjoying it, and Seokjin trusts him more than anyone—besides, they’ve both seen each other at their best and worst over the years—but Seokjin still feels particularly self-conscious about his face looking so unsexy during this otherwise very sexy moment.

Unfortunately, he’s only losing more and more control over his face as the urge to sneeze consumes him again. His nostrils flare wildly, caught between his body’s need to sneeze through them and his efforts to tame his expression. His mouth drops open, alternating between gasps of pleasure and gasps to fuel a sneeze. Seokjin is entirely overcome by this duality of pleasure and discomfort. Yoongi’s thrusts are speeding up again, angling to hit his prostate, and Yoongi starts jerking his cock as well, but his nose is so itchy, and his self-consciousness burns at the tips of his ears and mixes with the pleasure low in his belly. He doesn’t know where to put his hands—wants to put his hands everywhere—on Yoongi’s hips, on his own nipples, on his face to hide it, on his nose to rub it. His hands end up hovering over his chest, indecisive but ready to cover his inevitable next sneeze.

“Heh...ahhhn...h-hehh...Yoongi-ah, I—nnhhh—I’m going t-to—hahh!...hehhh...ahh! Huh-URRSHHOOO! Huh...UHDDSHOO! DD’SHHOOO!”

“Fuck!” Yoongi cries as Seokjin clenches uncontrollably around him. His hips stutter as he comes, still rocking forward against Seokjin’s prostate and stroking up and down his cock while he rides his orgasm.

The sudden relief from the itch in Seokjin’s nose is like a game of tug-of-war when one side suddenly lets go—the duality of his discomfort and pleasure collapses into pure heated bliss, and he tumbles into his own orgasm while he watches Yoongi shudder.

They both stay where they are, breathing harshly and twitching occasionally with aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually, Seokjin starts sniffling again, and Yoongi pulls out of him.

“Come on, let’s get you away from these sheets.” He gets up off the bed and pulls Seokjin with him, leading them both to the bathroom, where they clean up and then raid the linen cabinet for another set of sheets that hasn’t been washed with the new detergent. Yoongi helps Seokjin change the sheets on his bed, and they collapse into it together.

“Sorry I kept sneezing during that,” Seokjin feels compelled to apologize.

“Jin-hyung, it was fine. Good, even.” Yoongi curls up against Seokjin, signaling that he’s ready to fall asleep. Seokjin smiles with fondness and relief.

In the morning, the other members will probably be teasing them and asking what new sexual activity they discovered that made them so loud, and Seokjin will have to hide his reddening face in his arms, and Yoongi will be as unyielding as always while Seokjin is next to him and clearly mortified, but he’ll probably tell one of the other members eventually in private, and the two of them will be hearing about it for weeks.

But for now, Seokjin nuzzles into Yoongi’s hair and lets himself drift into a restful sleep.

#this made me feel so dirty to write lmao #i've never gone so far into the humiliation aspect of snz kink #snz #snz fic #bts snz #bts snzfic #groundintodust

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groundintodust · 4 years ago

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uh so I don't mean to hijack this post, but I did write a snz fic inspired by this clip: https://groundintodust.tumblr.com/post/668598121924870144/the-feather-on-set

just wanted to share in case anyone else seeing this clip is, like me, absolutely wrecked by it and needs more similar content

♡ i love this clip so much.

“jungkook tickles lil meow’s nose” 🥺

joon playfully tickling jungkook’s stomach 🥺🥺

THEIR GIGGLES AND NOSE SCRUNCHES 🥺🥺🥺

IT’S ALL SO ADORABLE. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#okay goodbye now lol #time for me to hide away in embarrassment #snz #bts snz #snz video #snz fic

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groundintodust · 4 years ago

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snz-centric fic where seokjin gives jungkook a massage and uses oils that irritate jk's nose pls? can definitely be nsfw! thank you :)

hi thank you so much for this request! i finally finished, i hope you enjoy!

as always, i have also posted it on archive here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28678626

read it on archive for better formatting (italics don’t transfer to tumblr)

word count: 5,076 (i definitely got a bit carried away with this one lol)

warnings: this is NSFW! jun/gko/ok gives se/okj/in a blow job. they talk openly about the kink (in an accepting and also teasing way) but if that’s not your thing, skip this one. se/okj/in has the kink in this. everything is consensual.

as a disclaimer, i did NOT proof read this.. please let me know if there are errors so i can fix it thank u

ok i think that’s all i need to say, so without further delay:

The muffled sound of the shower echoed through the hotel room, giving Seokjin the mindless noise he needed to finish some lyrics he was trying to write. Sometimes, inspiration struck at late hours, in the middle of carrying himself back to the hotel room after a rough practice. Tonight, he was sharing the room with Jungkook, something that happened a lot lately, whose aching back automatically gave him first dibs for the shower. It didn’t matter much to Seokjin; he was content to just sit on the little couch (didn’t want to sit on the bed all sweaty), relish in the sweet silence, only noise coming from the pitter patter of the water on tile. He had his phone open to the notes app where he was typing down some random thoughts that would go well with his current project open on the laptop in front of him. He could feel the makeup from the day itchy on his face, hair begging to be washed from all the sweat, the result of rigorous dancing for hours on end.

Soon enough, the shower turned off and just a few minutes later Jungkook came out with just a towel around his waist and a smaller one around his neck. It seemed like he was walking slower than usual, the weight of a hard day holding him down.

“You okay, JK?” he asked in a quiet voice, trying not to show too much concern. He faked being busy on his laptop. Jungkook had a way of avoiding people if they were too worried about him, always trying to not burden people. To Seokjin, Jungkook would never be a burden.

Jungkook nodded, “‘m okay, hyung, just my neck and my back are bad but it’s not too bad, I’m ok. Maybe cuddles will help after you shower too?” He sat down on the edge of his bed, the one littered with their clothes and luggage. He was trying to dry his hair with the small towel but it was proving difficult. His face was scrunched up in pain, and Seokjin knew it had to be bad if Jungkook was grimacing like that.

Seokjin hummed, considering his options. Sure, he could take a shower now, or he could tend to his little, pained Jungkookie. “How about you let Hyung give you a massage while you’re nice and warm from the shower, hm? Best time to do it is when your muscles are loose from the heat anyway, and I can wait for mine.”

“But hyung, it’s late at night now and we should really get some sleep. It was a long day and we have to film more tomorrow, and- you’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” Jungkook’s lips quirked up at the corners, trying to hold back his smile. They knew each other too well at this point, had too many nights that paralleled this one. They’d had the same conversation a hundred times by now, sometimes with Seokjin as the one with aching muscles that Jungkook would work through on the bed. Neither of them could even remember when it started, or when it bled into something more intimate. The times they used to sleep on separate beds felt far in the past, now.

Seokjin chuckled and shut his laptop. “Come on baby, let hyung clear off the extra bed and I can make you feel better,” he stood and started to zip up the suitcases, placing them on the floor and pushing them to make them roll away. When he got to his smaller bag, though, he opened it up and pulled out a few bottles of massage oil. “Remember when you got me these for secret santa? We haven’t had a chance to use them yet, but I kept them in my bag… want to try?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and showed them to the younger.

Jungkook looked a little embarrassed, the pink flush filling his cheeks made visible in the light of the hotel room, but nodded anyway. “Um, you can use- you can use the one with the purple label,” he mumbled, fingers playing with the towel around his waist. Seokjin thought he looked more nervous than when they usually did this, but didn’t want to push anything.

“Okay JK, can you scoot up the bed? Let hyung do you,” he chuckled at his own play on words, watching Jungkook try to hold back his own laughter as he abandoned his towel at the edge of the bed and swung his legs up to lay on his tummy. Seokjin walked to the light switch and dimmed the lights to the lowest setting, but where he could still see well enough. It was romantic, one of the features he liked about staying in the high-end hotels now. The walls were thicker, they had bigger beds.. all things that helped this thing he and Jungkook had.

Seokjin went back to the bed and straddled Jungkook, who was totally naked under him, head resting on his forearms. “You comfy JK?” He asked, and when the younger nodded, he grabbed the massage oil from the bedside table. “Okay, now just relax and let hyung take care of you,” he murmured.

He opened up the bottle and poured a generous amount into his palm, placing the bottle aside for the moment, careful not to drip any onto Jungkook yet. The liquid was cold, and he didn’t want to startle him, so he rubbed his hands together. It was so slippery and the smell from the oil filled his nose. It was really strong. He wondered what made Jungkook specifically ask for this one, considering how sensitive the younger’s nose was - it was well-known even by ARMY that Jungkook had a heightened sense of smell that was partial to softer, more subtle scents like laundry detergent, sweet perfumes, and Hoseok. Seokjin tried not to get jealous about that last one.

This oil smelled nothing like Jungkook’s usual go-to aromas, in fact, the more Seokjin thought about it, the more it smelled like the perfume Jimin got one time that set Jungkook’s nose off so bad Jimin had to shower three times for it to be fully gone. He blushed remembering that day, the younger boy so overwhelmed with uncontrollable sneezes the whole group had to cancel filming and let him have the day off. Seokjin took a deep breath and decided not to think about it anymore. He had a job to do, a pretty boy to tend to.

Slowly and gently, he placed his hands at the very bottom of Jungkook’s back, maybe too close to his butt just to feel Jungkook shiver under him. He dragged them up to his shoulders and leaned down into it, dropping his head down for a moment to leave a kiss on the top of his head before getting back to work. He lathered the oil up and down his back, applying pressure where the palms of his hands dug into the tender skin. He kneaded a particularly tight knot, trying to ignore the pretty sounds Jungkook was making under him. The younger was squirming and gasping, sounds that were not easily ignored.

Seokjin grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured a generous amount into his hand, not caring anymore if it dripped. He watched as Jungkook shivered, the cool liquid dripping slowly onto his bare back, making trails as it rolled down the sides and onto the sheets. Good thing this wasn’t the bed they slept on. Jungkook would definitely need another shower, though.

He went back to work, warm hands rough against Jungkook’s soft skin. Jungkook kept writhing under him, gasping and grabbing onto the sheets for dear life. He was definitely reacting differently to the massage than usual, increased sensitivity and more loud. It was almost like he was growling at times, deep sounds coming from the back of his throat. Seokjin almost stopped, but he didn’t want to. The noises spurred him on, wanting to coax more reactions out of Jungkook. If he was reacting this way, it must feel good, right?

Seokjin leaned forward and started massaging Jungkook’s neck, thumbs digging into the place his shoulders seemed to be tense. Suddenly, a whine escaped Jungkook. “H-hyung,” he panted, seeming much more out of breath than a moment ago. His breath hitched before he clutched the sheets tightly.

“Hhah-tschieww,” he let out a breathy sneeze, followed by a very wet sniffle, surprising Seokjin into stopping his massage for the moment.

His hands stayed by his neck, thumbs gently rubbing into the warm skin, “You ok, JK? Need tissues?” Jungkook just flushed red in the face, burning even to the tips of his ears, presumably out of embarrassment, but Seokjin wasn’t ready to totally rule out a fever. The younger wouldn’t tell him if he was sick anyway. The younger shook his head as best he could in the position before taking a shaky breath through his mouth and sniffling again. It already sounded like Jungkook’s nose was running like crazy and he had only sneezed once. “Should I keep going then?”

At Jungkook’s nod, Seokjin started to continue, trying to ignore the little whines from Jungkook that were now coming more often and more desperate. As Seokjin rubbed his hands up and down the younger’s back, he could feel Jungkook’s breath stuttering, his back rising and falling with each hitch. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side but his eyes were closed, and Seokjin took in the way his nose twitched, before he was suddenly gasping again.

“Fuck- Hap’tshh! Huhh'tsch!! Ht'kshh!!” Seokjin could feel every movement of Jungkook’s body under him, instinctively clenching his thighs around the younger to keep him steady. It was probably not the brightest idea if he wanted to keep his composure, his crotch nestled right up to Jungkook’s ass. “Fuck,” the younger cringed, upper lip glistening with wetness, “sorry hyung. Keep going?” He turned his head more and looked up at Seokjin with wide, pleading eyes, watery and red around the edges, almost mimicking how he looks when he has allergy attacks. Seokjin grew concerned, though he was also incredibly endeared and maybe a bit aroused. Who wouldn’t be? He had the most beautiful boy in the world making such indecent noises under him, and moving around like that… It had nothing to do with the fact that Jungkook was sneezing right under him, and he had never thought about this exact scenario before in his life. Definitely not.

“Babe, what’s going on?” he asked, voice soft, “You’re not coming down with something, are you?” He knew this wasn’t the case, though. After living with someone for so long, you begin to get a feel for the different sneezes they have when they’re sick versus allergic versus just day-to-day sneezing. Seokjin was sure everyone studied their friends' sneezes, noticing subconsciously what they sounded like. Right? The ones that Jungkook had now were definitely allergic sneezes, more airy and wet compared to his sneezes when he was sick, which were more thick and heavy. The only problem was that he had no idea what allergens were around that he didn’t know of. Jungkook specifically told him what massage oil to use, so it couldn’t be that. He wondered if the laundry detergent from this hotel was enough to set him off, especially with his face pressed into it like that.

Jungkook whined, high pitched, pulling Seokjin out of his thoughts, “Hyung, no, not sick, just- just- Ip'tschh! F-fuck! Just sneezy, hyung!” He was so worked up, panting and squirming so much that Seokjin had to steady him with his large hands wrapped around Jungkook’s tiny waist.

Seokjin was so confused, the actions of the younger making him embarrassed and turned on and guilty all at the same time. He hated the way his body was reacting to Jungkook’s in the moment, not appropriate for the innocent sneezes and gentle touch of a massage. Yes, their massages usually led to something more, but not when one of them wasn’t feeling well. But Jungkook seemed so eager to keep going... Did he do this on purpose? The thought of Jungkook knowing about Seokjin’s… no. He couldn’t even let that thought arise.

“Jungkook-ah, baby, what’s going on? You’re so sneezy and sensitive, is hyung wearing some kind of perfume your pretty nose doesn’t like? Is it the hotel’s detergent? Let hyung help,” he said softly, smoothing his hands on the lower part of Jungkook’s back to try to get him to calm down a little.

Jungkook didn’t answer for a few long moments, just breathing heavy. Seokjin decided to turn him over, hands lowering to his hips and gripping, “Let me turn you over and we can talk, hm?” And before Jungkook could protest, because the way his body went still told Seokjin that he was going to decline, the elder easily maneuvered Jungkook onto his back.

Oh. Seokjin’s wandering eyes scanned Jungkook’s body, and he could barely contain a gasp. It seemed that Seokjin wasn’t the only one of them who was getting turned on. Jungkook’s cock was sitting hard and heavy against his tummy, leaking precum. He whined and threw his arms up to cover his face, no doubt red with embarrassment. “Hyung please,” he whimpered, so worked up for some reason.

“Talk to me babe,” Seokjin said, gripped Jungkook's hips. He was still straddling him, his own clothed cock so close to Jungkook’s. “What’s got you so worked up? And why are you so sneezy? What’s going on in your pretty head, look at me.” He leaned forward, careful not to let Jungkook grind against him as he leaned down and moved Jungkook’s arms away, kissing his cheeks softly. He rubbed his thumb under his eye to wipe away a stray tear, but that seemed to not be a good idea because it had Jungkook’s breath hitching right away. He quickly moved his hands down to Jungkook’s chest, away from his face.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and Seokjin watched him, still hunched over the younger, feeling his chest rise and fall under his hands, as he gasped before turning to the side, “Hahh-k'tshiew!! Hehh'kshew!! Guhh…hehh'kshheww!! Fuck, sorry hyung..” The sight made Seokjin’s cock ache in his sweatpants, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from going completely crazy right then and there. It was too much to handle, the sight of Jungkook under him, writhing around in pleasure and from.. sneezing. He wondered what he did to deserve such a pretty view.

He didn’t know what to say when Jungkook was done, sniffling and trying not to let his nose drip all over the place. It was no use though, the top of his lip was totally soaked and running down the sides of his face. Seokjin thought it looked absolutely illegal, way too sexy. He had no idea what to do with himself, whole face burning with shame.

Luckily, Jungkook spoke up. “Hyung, I… it’s the massage oil. That I’m allergic to,” Seokjin looked down at Jungkook in confusion. The younger sighed and sniffled again. “Remember when, um, when Jimin got that perfume? And I spent the next day and a half sneezing every five seconds because I was so sensitive to the smell? Well, um.. I kind of noticed you watching me. And I also noticed how into it you seemed…”

Seokjin wanted to die. He couldn’t believe Jungkook found out, the thing he’d been keeping to himself for years, when he thought he was so slick about it. How could he be so careless? It was weird it was so weird, how could Jungkook still be with him and not be disgusted? His face must have shown his thoughts, because Jungkook reached a hand up to caress his cheek. “Pretty hyung, you have nothing to worry about. I think it’s sweet,” he paused, “No.. more than that, I think it’s hot. I think it’s so hot that you’re attracted to me even if I’m a sneezy mess. I want to make you feel good. So when I got you the massage oils, well, I really got them for us. But it had been so long, and you were so eager to use them tonight, I figured, might as well do it tonight. I should have talked to you first, before introducing this into the bedroom, I-” He was rambling, apologizing and sniffling between words, pretty nose leaking all the while, and Seokjin’s mind was going haywire.

He couldn’t help himself anymore, leaning down and capturing Jungkook’s lips with his own, interrupting whatever he was in the middle of saying. “Oh my god,” he whispered when he pulled away, “I can’t believe you’re real. We’re covered in this stuff! You’re gonna be sneezing all night, I can’t believe you-” This time, Jungkook reached up and kissed him to shut him up.

“Shhh, hyung,” he said, smiling against Seokjin’s lips. “Don’t worry. We can shower. But for now.. how do you want me?” He had a playful smile on his lips, eyes hooded and so intense. Seokjin shivered.

“Can we- can I. Can you suck me off? I’ve always- fuck, this is so embarassing. I don’t want to say it, I can’t say it,” he whined, letting his weight drop onto Jungkook. He buried his face into Jungkook’s neck, breathing heavily. The younger boy’s cock was now pressed against his tummy, and Jungkook immediately started grinding it up, groaning at the touch. Seokjin was sweating, overheated with embarrassment and arousal all the same, and he mouthed at Jungkook’s neck.

“Tell me hyung,” Jungkook said almost growling into Seokjin’s ear, “Tell me what hyung thinks about. What you want.” He sniffled right next to Seokjin’s ear, the noise going straight to the older man’s cock.

Seokjin shivered, “Fuck, fuck, okay, I’ve always- always thought about you going down on me when you’re, you know, in the middle of a- of a um, well I don’t have to say it. You know.” Seokjin had never felt so shy around Jungkook before, never felt so out of control putty in the younger’s hands.

Jungkook hummed, confidence seeming to grow with Seokjin’s embarrassment, “Actually, hyung, I don’t know. If I don’t know what you want… Well, I can’t give it to you, right?” The cocky little shit, Seokjin thought, just seconds ago he was whining and crying for more. Now here he was, relentlessly teasing. Seokjin should have been more careful not to let Jungkook get the upper hand on him, not to let him use this secret against him.

He groaned, the feeling of Jungkook grinding up against him so distracting and overwhelming. “Ok! Ok, ok,” he whined, “Hyung wants you to.. Want you to suck me off while you’re- while you’re sneezing.” Jungkook looked up at him with a shit-eating grin, so cocky, almost as if he was waiting for something and- oh, okay. “Please…” Seokjin added quietly, breaking eye contact.

“You should have just said so hyungie, I would love to!” Jungkook giggled, gripping Seokjin’s shoulders and bringing him down into a kiss. Seokjin still had his hands at Jungkook’s hips, not sure if he should bring them closer to the younger’s face or not. He knew now that apparently Jungkook wanted to sneeze, wanted to do this for him, but he was apprehensive. He knew Jungkook’s nose was so sensitive to this, and he didn’t want to push boundaries or make him feel bad in any way. Before he could pull away and ask Jungkook about how far he wanted to go with this, the younger pulled away first and flipped them over, caging Seokjin between his forearms.

Jungkook leaned down and ran his nose up Seokjin’s neck before whispering into his ear with a low voice, “Come on hyung, let’s get your clothes off too. Wanna touch you, get you wet with oil…” Seokjin wasted no time sitting up, running his hands up Jungkook’s naked chest and squeezing his pecs, thumbing his sensitive nipples. Everything about Jungkook was so sensitive, it drove Seokjin crazy. They leaned in for another kiss before Jungkook was pulling his shirt off of him and throwing it down near their luggage.

He pushed Seokjin back down by the shoulders and, starting at his neck, planted open mouthed kisses down his body until he had shimmied all the way between Seokjin’s legs. “Can I take these off, hyung?” He asked, already untying the drawstrings to Seokjin’s sweatpants. Seokjin nodded, of course, lifting his hips to help Jungkook slide them off him. His pants joined the other clothes on the floor, and Seokjin was left in just his boxers and socks.

Seokjin blushed as Jungkook took him in, eyes slowly dragging down his body. “Fuck, hyung. How are you so hot,” he groaned, and now it was Seokjin’s turn to be embarrassed. He couldn’t make eye contact, but he could feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, burning. After a long moment of just listening to their heavy breathing, Jungkook was set into motion. He sat up again and grabbed the massage oil bottle from the bedside table. He flipped the cap open and tilted it, teasingly above Seokjin’s chest, letting it drip out slowly, cold droplets falling onto him and cascading down the sides of his torso, making Seokjin shiver.

Jungkook scrunched his nose up, the strong smell already irritating it again, “Ugh, hyung, this oil is really- it’s really strong! Makes my nose so itchy, think I’m just gonna, hh–ih’pSCHHh!” Seokjin felt the spray from the sneeze hit his chest, Jungkook not bothering to direct it anywhere else but right under him onto Seokjin. “Sorry hyung,” Jungkook sighed out, not looking very sorry at all, “can’t help it, my poor nose is so- so sensitive, you know?” He sniffled and moved back down the bed, face right by Seokjin’s hard cock, concealed by his tight boxers.

“So hard already, hyung,” he whispered, mouthing at it through the layer of fabric. Seokjin brought his hands down to tangle in the younger’s hair, but Jungkook caught one of them with the hand that wasn’t holding the bottle of oil. He guided him to cup his face before leaning into it, sniffing the palm that was surely coated in the smell of the oils. Jungkook gasped, turning away from Seokjin’s hand quickly to let out two wet sneezes, “Hih…Ih’dYSCHh’iew! Ah’ESSHh’yew!!” Seokjin felt the spray hit him again, this time across his thighs and tummy, and he wondered if his boxers were off, where else he could have felt it. It was overwhelming, having Jungkook doing exactly what he always thought about in private.

“B-bless you,” he mumbled, almost too quiet to hear - it wasn’t something they normally did, blessing someone was not commonplace. But Seokjin thought it was intimate, hot even, and he couldn’t help but try it himself. It made Jungkook smile and lick his lips, so he guessed it was okay to say the least.

Jungkook turned to kiss the palm of Seokjin’s hand before dropping it and returning his attention to Seokjin’s cock, nuzzling it with his nose, and sticking his tongue out to lick it through the fabric. “Love your cock, hyung,” he whispered, taking the waistband between his teeth and pulling it down to let his cock come out, obscenely slapping his stomach and smearing precum around when it got free. Seokjin groaned, gripping Jungkook’s hair in his fist.

Jungkook took that as encouragement, looking up to make eye contact as he took Seokjin in his mouth, sinking down on it until he couldn’t. He threw the bottle of oil aside and wrapped a slick hand around the part he couldn’t fit into his mouth. It was a bad idea - now Seokjin’s dick would smell like the oil - but god, it felt good. The wetness of Jungkook’s mouth along with the slide of the oil was a lot, but even more so was the way Jungkook’s nose seemed to be twitching like crazy, and he had tears forming in his eyes. It was quite a sight.

“Jungkook-ah. I’m- I won’t last,” he whined, and he could feel Jungkook smiling - smirking - around his cock. “Hey! It’s not funny, your poor hyung is overwhelmed, don’t laugh at a time like this!” Jungkook just sank down further, bobbing up and down a few times before pulling off completely, split connecting his mouth to Seokjin’s cock.

He used the back of his hand to wipe at his nose, but it didn’t do any good, considering both of them were covered in the oil. Instead, he leaned his head down to wipe his nose on the inside of Seokjin’s thigh, making him go completely crazy. There was no way Jungkook didn’t notice the way his cock pulsed and leaked at that, his breath hitching right along with Jungkook’s. They seemed to gasp at the same time, Seokjin still gripping Jungkook’s hair as the younger lost control, “Hih’IiSCHYue! Hh…HEH’IESHhew!” It took all of Seokjin’s self control to not cum right then and there, the picture between his legs so hot to him. He could hardly breathe, whining as he mindlessly grinded his hips up against nothing.

Jungkook sniffled, breathing out against Seokjin’s thigh before nuzzling his nose against it, pressing to try to get rid of the tickle. He brought his hand to Seokjin’s cock, lazily stroking him as he shuffled around. Seokjin could see and feel Jungkook grinding against the bed, hips moving slowly as he mouthed at the shaft of his cock. “So big,” he whispered against it, lips brushing against him, “wanna make you cum in my mouth, how does that sound?” Seokjin nodded quickly, breath coming in heavy pants.

It made Jungkook smirk, licking up Seokjin’s cock before sinking back down, hot around him. “Fuck, Jungkook, I’m close. So close,” he panted, throwing his head back against the pillows. He looked back down as Jungkook bobbed up and down, going faster than before. There were tears streaming down his face, but he looked like he was enjoying it as much as Seokjin was, grinding against the bed in time with his mouth around Seokjin. Seokjin brought a hand to wipe away some of the tears, smearing more massage oil onto Jungkook in the process. The younger whined in the back of his throat, and that Seokjin was gone.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned, tugging on Jungkook’s hair as he came, pushing Jungkook down further until he could hear him gag. He kept him there, hands holding his hair, until he was done, and he let his hands go slack. “Good boy,” he whispered, because he knew Jungkook liked it, and also because it was true.

Suddenly, Jungkook went stiff and sucked in a breath before gripping Seokjin’s thighs and- “Ip'tschh! Hih'tchuu!” He sniffled again, right against Seokjin’s inner thigh, driving him crazy.

“Bless you,” he whispered, more confident about it this time, and dragged Jungkook up the bed to kiss him, filthy and wet. “You did so good, Jungkook-ah, so pretty for me, so hot,” he mumbled against his lips, letting Jungkook grind up on his thigh.

Jungkook whimpered, “Thank you hyung, I- I liked it too, so good, wanna cum so bad, please take care of me..” He sounded so desperate, breathy from his nose being so itchy and irritated. Seokjin brought one hand to Jungkook’s ass to grip him and bring his hips closer, encouraging him to keep grinding his leaking cock on Seokjin’s already wet thigh, and one hand to his hair, pulling their mouths together into another kiss. He could tell Jungkook was close, little whines coming from the back of his throat.

He pulled away, their lips connected by spit, and buried his face into Seokjin’s neck, breath hitching wildly against it. Seokjin whispered praises, encouraging Jungkook to cum, but Jungkook was losing control in a different way that Seokjin didn’t expect. He tried to stifle a couple of sneezes into Seokjin’s shoulder, muffling them, but didn’t exactly succeed at stifling, “hh–ih’gSCHHh....hih…Ih’dYSCHh’iew!!” Jungkook pulled away from Seokjin’s shoulder, skin glistening from the wetness of the sneezes, but neither of them could pay it any mind. They kissed again, Jungkook’s nose starting to drip between them and smear. It didn’t matter - Jungkook was close, and Seokjin wanted him to feel good.

“You’re doing so good baby, love the way you sound, how you feel,” he mumbled, and Jungkook’s hips lost their rhythm, pace quickening as he reached his climax. He panted against Seokjin’s mouth, groaning as he came hot and wet running down Seokjin’s thigh and smearing between them. They were a mess, wet with spit and oil and cum and snot, and they couldn’t stop panting into each other's mouths, coming down from the high and trying to catch their breath.

Jungkook rolled off of Seokin, “Oh my god. Oh my god, hyung, that was so good. I can’t believe you cum to sneezes, you’re such a hot weirdo. I love it.” Seokjin blushed, sitting up on his elbows to look at Jungkook with a scowl.

“You’re the one who started this! I was fine with just keeping my kinks to myself, but nooo you have to be observant and hot and pretty when you sneeze,” he teased back, no fire to anything either of them were saying. Seokjin leaned forward more to demand a kiss, and then pulled away again. “You need another shower. We need like, a hundred showers to get this smell off so you don’t have an allergy attack and make us all miss filming tomorrow,” he mumbled.

“And what if I want to miss filming tomorrow, ever thought of that?” Jungkook teased, a smug look on his face though his eyes were still watery and red around the edges. His nose was clearly itchy, sniffling every few seconds to try to hold the tickle at bay. Seokjin gave him a pointed look, “Ok, ok, carry me to the shower hyung! My nose is too itchy, can’t move.”

Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh, “Those have nothing in common! Your legs still work, you’re too heavy, don’t make your old hyung throw out his back for this!” Jungkook gave him a toothy grin before getting off the bed and picking him up instead, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom, Seokjin screaming all the way. He was so glad the walls were basically soundproof…

#oh i can't believe i forgot to reblog this earlier #i think? unless i forgot that i didn't forget #i've reread this at least 10 times lmao #so good #too good #hrrrggghhhh #snz #snz fic #bts snz

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The Feather On Set

A little while ago, I reblogged this post, saying in the tags that I might write a fic inspired by it. Miraculously, I have actually done so!

Fandom: B/T/S

Summary: After the members tickle each other’s noses with a feather on the set of Muster, J/im/in approaches Jun/gko/ok about a newfound interest.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Info: NSFW, snz-centric, Ji/mi/n has the kink, J/un/gk/ook gets induced, first time, somewhat awkward conversation about the kink but everyone is on board

Word Count: 2213

Notes: I took liberties with how I described the scene from the clip, so the first part is not an accurate depiction of what happened, but I thought it’d be more fun this way!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36351571

Jimin was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He just couldn’t have resisted. He really couldn’t have.

Jungkook had picked up the quill on the desk of their old-fashioned office-like set. He leaned, grinning, over Yoongi as the latter laid on the couch, and poked him in the nose with the tip of the feather.

“Coochie coochie coo!” he taunted, giggling as Yoongi scrunched up his face and made feeble attempts to bat Jungkook’s hand away. Jungkook turned to Seokjin next, who immediately flinched away as soon as the feather touched his nose. Seokjin was so sensitive to his nose being touched. Jimin had to wonder about that—and maybe also about why he was so interested in the subject.

Namjoon found another quill and tried it out on his own nose. It didn’t seem to affect him much, and Jungkook reached over to try tickling the leader’s nose himself. Namjoon, of course, backed away as soon as it started to affect him and started tickling Jungkook’s stomach instead. Jimin knew that Namjoon hated showing the vulnerability of involuntary reactions on camera, but that he didn’t want to admit that fact either. Jimin shivered as he imagined what it might have felt like to witness if Namjoon had actually let the tickling evoke a reaction from his nose. Huh. That was a weird thought.

Before he could dwell further, Jimin was reaching out a hand to ask for a turn with the feather, which Jungkook handed to him. He just couldn’t help himself. He was already sitting at an awkward angle to hide the growing hardness between his legs. Hopefully the staff would have the tact to keep his crotch out of all the final cuts for this bit if the bulge in his pants was at all visible to the cameras. But he couldn’t resist the chance to take this further. When would he get an opportunity like this again?

He didn’t even know what was happening. Why was he so turned on? There was no time to stop and think about it. All he knew was that he had to see what would happen if he pushed Jungkook just a little further.

Jimin willed himself to look and act as normal as possible while he brought the quill up to Jungkook’s beautiful nose. Putting on his most mischievous expression, he poked at Jungkook’s nose. “It’s not going in,” he complained. He shoved the feather up a bit, and it finally entered Jungkook’s nostril.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate: he huffed out a sort-of-cough, sort-of-grunt (...sort-of-...sneeze? Jimin couldn’t help the hopeful feeling fluttering in his gut) and backed away. “You went so deep!” he whined at Jimin. Jimin laughed and looked away to make sure that no one caught the hunger in his eyes.

The members all gathered around Yoongi to tease him further, and then they got back to filming. Jimin closed his eyes to will away his insistent boner, filing away this experience for future rumination. He could think about all this later.

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“Yeah?” Jungkook calls out in response to the light knock on his door. He keeps his eyes trained on the video game he’s playing.

“Can I come in?” It’s Jiminie.

“Yeah.” The door opens...slowly. Tentatively. And closes behind him. Normally, Jungkook would keep playing his video game until Jimin makes it clear that he wants his attention. After all, the other members often stop by just to give him a back hug or tell him that dinner’s ready. This time, Jungkook turns around.

Jimin is holding something behind his back as he stalks into the room. Something light—something small—Jungkook can tell that much from the angle and looseness of Jimin’s arm. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

“I thought we’d have some fun, Jungkookie.”

“Like….” Jungkook doesn’t even know what to suggest as the end of that sentence. The first thing that comes to mind is sex, but he’s not about to be the one to broach that topic first, even though it feels like they’ve been dancing around it for years. He raises an eyebrow in lieu of saying anything further.

Jimin takes another step closer and then pauses, lips twitching like he must be testing the different responses he could give to that. Wow, Jungkook thinks. Jimin must be really nervous. Maybe he really is about to bring up the topic of sex, after all.

“I, uh…brought the feather. I...had fun with it, last week, on set,” Jimin finally says.

“The feather?” Jungkook knows which feather Jimin’s talking about, but he’s confused as to what Jimin wants to do with it right now. It was fun playing around with the feathers on the set, but that was just them fooling around with the things that happened to be around them. In what way does Jimin intend to have fun with a feather while the two of them were alone in his room?

“I, um...I liked...tickling you with it.” Jimin sounds so unsure of himself. It just confuses Jungkook further.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so nervous?” he asks with a small laugh, trying to lighten up the tension that pervades the room.

Jimin starts to stammer out a response, only to stop himself and close his lips tightly. Jungkook sighs and begins to think. He’s going to need to guess whatever it is that’s going on with Jimin, or else they’re both going to be old by the time Jimin figures out how to say it himself.

Jungkook tallies up what he knows so far: Jimin brought a feather. He liked tickling Jungkook with it on set. He wants to have more fun with it now. And he’s very nervous to talk more about this. Why would Jimin be so insecure? Why isn’t he marching up to Jungkook and doing whatever he wants, like he so often does? Why does this have to happen alone in Jungkook’s room?

It must be something sexual, right? It has to be. It’s the one physical boundary that they haven’t broached yet. It’s not something they talk about very much, and never directly. “Is this a sexual thing?” he asks. Might as well.

“Um...yeah.” Oh.

“You...want to have sex with me? And involve the feather?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow.

“Would you...be opposed?” Jimin asks it cutely, seductively, but it’s obviously a mask slapped on top of his insecurity.

Jungkook barely needs a moment to think about that question. Heat stirs low in his belly. They’ve been leading up to this for years. He didn’t expect some fun with a feather to be the tipping point, but he’s not complaining. “I’m not opposed. What do you want me to do?”

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook nods, opening his arms to invite Jimin to sit on his lap. Jimin walks over to straddle him and presses their foreheads together. The mischievous grin on his face looks a little more real, and Jungkook smiles, tips his chin forward, and then Jimin’s lips are on his. Their arms are around each other, and everything feels warm and soft and natural.

Kissing Jimin feels exactly like Jungkook imagined. They know each other’s bodies so well that even if they’ve never done this particular activity together before, it wasn’t hard to extrapolate. Jimin’s movements are still hesitant, but his lips are plush, the drag of them is so sensual, and his tongue is hot and wet. Jungkook makes a small noise of pleasure, and Jimin presses harder into the kiss for a moment before backing away.

“Clothes off,” he tells Jungkook. They both stand up from Jungkook’s chair and strip away their clothing. Jimin pushes Jungkook onto the bed and climbs on top of him. The only thing left between them is the feather that Jimin is still holding.

“Tickle me,” Jungkook offers as an invitation to Jimin. He can tell that Jimin is still self-conscious about what must be a newfound interest.

“Can I...your nose…?” Jungkook nods. He’s wary of the impending discomfort—his nose is sensitive, and he doesn’t particularly like provoking it—but the vulnerability that Jimin is showing makes his heart clench. It’s clear that Jimin wants this so much, and Jungkook wants to make him happy, wants to watch him fall apart, wants them to feel good together. The anticipation of Jimin’s pleasure goes straight to Jungkook’s dick, which twitches eagerly. Jimin looks down at the movement and smiles hungrily.

He puts the tip of the feather to Jungkook’s nose. Jungkook’s nostrils flare slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. The feather twirls slowly, brushing along the rim of his nostril, and he scrunches his nose. The tip goes past the edge of his nostril, and his breath quivers as he exhales.

In the background, Jungkook is aware of Jimin grinding on his thigh. He uncrosses his eyes from the feather in front of him and looks up at Jimin to find that the latter’s lips are parted with arousal and his eyebrows are scrunched with the intensity of his desire. Jungkook moans at the sight, only for his breath to hitch frantically as the feather vibrates slightly inside his nose. This elicits a groan from Jimin, and Jungkook thinks Jimin might be close already.

“Heh...IHSHEW!” Jungkook can’t help but sneeze with the feather intruding in his sensitive nose. He isn’t sure whether it’s the sneezes that Jimin is interested in, or just the power trip of tickling, or if he was supposed to hold back; so he looks up sheepishly at Jimin to see his reaction.

Jimin is gaping down at Jungkook, and he brings his free hand down to squeeze at the base of his cock. Oh. Jimin had almost come. Jimin had almost come to the sight of Jungkook sneezing.

The realization shoots through Jungkook like lightning, and suddenly he needs to make Jimin come. He wraps a hand around Jimin’s dick and kneads his ass with the other. Jimin catches on and pushes the feather further into Jungkook’s nose.

“Heh...ah...Jimin-ah—” Jungkook’s hand pumps Jimin’s twitching cock, making him writhe and moan.

“I—hehh—I’m...it t-tickles,” Jungkook whines, his voice rising as his breath gets increasingly shaky. Jimin thrusts up into Jungkook’s hand and twists the feather, causing it to brush over all the sensitive spots in Jungkook’s nose.

“Hehh!” Jungkook’s reaction is immediate. His nose burns with the need to sneeze. It’s so sensitive, and the soft barbs of the feather feel like they’re teasing every surface of his nostril. He scrunches his nose, trying to hold back so that the moment doesn’t end too soon, but the movement only pulls the feather deeper into his nose.

“Hahhh—hehh—HAH-ESSHHHOOO! EHHSHEW! Huh…PSHOOO!”

Jimin’s hips stutter, and then he’s coming all over Jungkook’s chest and abs. He tosses aside the feather and collapses onto his forearms, breath coming out in moans as he rides out his orgasm. Jungkook keeps stroking him slowly with one hand, bringing his other hand to scrub at his irritated nose, until Jimin grabs both his wrists to hold them above his head and kiss him. Jungkook moans into the kiss, still sniffling against Jimin’s cheek, hips bucking up and seeking friction against Jimin’s hip bone.

“So gorgeous. So good for me, Jungkookie. So good for your hyung.” Jungkook whines and arches his back at the praise. Jimin sucks a hickey into Jungkook’s neck and finally—finally—wraps a hand around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook thrashes and cries out at how good it feels to have Jimin’s delicate fingers stroking him.

Jungkook isn’t going to last long. The novelty of Jimin’s naked body against his, the intensity of his palm rubbing over the head of his cock, the fresh memory of Jimin shaking with arousal and pleasure, the desire that still makes his eyes look darker than Jungkook’s ever seen them—Jungkook isn’t going to last long at all.

Then Jimin swipes his hand up to gather some of the come that’s pooling on Jungkook’s chest, and he uses it to make his movements on Jungkook’s cock so smooth, his hand gliding and twisting over the head, and all Jungkook can think is Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, and that’s probably all that’s tumbling past his lips as well, and he feels Jimin’s come slide over the slit of his cock, and Jimin’s hand is moving with all the strength and grace of a dancer, and Jungkook can’t help but come. He shouts as his orgasm crashes over him, his spend mixing with Jimin’s on his torso, hips twitching up into Jimin’s hand.

Jimin milks his orgasm with slow strokes from base to tip, until Jungkook feebly bats his hand away. He purses his lips into an exaggerated kissy face, which makes Jimin laugh and lean down to kiss him.

“Wow,” Jungkook says, brain too fuzzy from his orgasm to supply any more useful commentary.

Jimin laughs again, but he agrees, “Yeah. Wow.”

“Can we...do that again?”

“Like right now?” Jimin asks incredulously.

“No! I’m spent. But like, later. We didn’t even get to fuck each other. Or taste each other. And I’m sure there’s more things you want to do with that feather, right?”

Jimin blushes at the mention of the feather, but he nods.

“Yeah. Let’s do this again later.”

#snz #snz fic #bts snz #bts snzfic #i hope this is enjoyable?#i feel like i get tired of thinking about how to spell snzs #and then i just end up not writing very many of them into my fics lol #hope this is at least somewhat satisfying #to anyone else who saw that clip and was wrecked by it #groundintodust

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