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As You Wish (K/oitsuki)

Wrote this in a very sudden, horny and welcome blur because I have *missed* g/olden k/amuy and really ought to re-read it and/or re-watch the anime guhh. Please enjoy 3K of filthy smut 💦

T/sukishima is driving K/oito insane with his hayfever; K/oito needs release and T/suki is more than happy to indulge his commanding officer 😇

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, K/oito has the fetish, T/sukishima loves to indulge, manually induced sneezes, inducing with a finger / fingernail, hayfever sneezes, masturbation, spray, some mild mess, teasing, voyeurism and exhibitionism, mentions of dry-humping, mentions of anal sex, elements of dominance and submission, power play involving army ranking, handkerchiefs, nose rubbing, sniffling, mentions of semi-public sex / masturbation

CW: graphic descriptions of semen

NSFW, minors DNI!

“Tsukishima.”

“Yes, Koito?”

“Second Lieutenant Koito.”

Koito watched from the corner of his eye as Tsukishima smirked at the correction, and would have found it playfully arousing if he wasn’t already at breaking point.

“Yes, sir?” Tsukishima responded, and then – as he had done, possibly hundreds of times before, that afternoon alone – sniffled loudly enough that Koito’s cock actually throbbed in his pants, quite visibly.

“Ungh…” He grunted at the pleasure of the involuntary contraction, reaching down to grip his cock in order to – what, stave off orgasm? He didn’t know if it was working. If anything, it seemed like a mistake. Now he had himself in his grip, he wanted to jerk himself off right through his trousers. His eyes turned hesitantly towards Tsukishima, who was looking absentmindedly out of the window. A total fucking farce, considering Koito had addressed him directly - and there was absolutely zero chance he hadn’t heard that moan.

Koito swallowed, thought for a moment, then decided he didn’t care about composure and good manners or professionalism. He started to squeeze and massage himself, moaning in earnest at how fucking good it felt after hours of heart-pumping suspense.

Tsukishima snuffled again – thickly, suggestively – and Koito felt his orgasm hurtling onwards, an embarrassingly speedy oncoming of pleasure.

Sergeant Tsukishima’s hayfever had been bothering him for the better part of a week, now; bothering Tsukishima but torturing Koito. He was finding it increasingly difficult not to just lock the pair of them up in a private room and fuck every tickly sneeze out of Tsukishima, preferably throughout and up to the very end of allergy season. He’d been an insatiable mess. He’d never had so many orgasms in such a consecutive number of days, but he simply couldn’t stop touching himself. His body responded eagerly – especially when he and Tsukishima were able to sneak away together and it wasn’t just him orgasming in a water closet, or some empty room, or behind some tree like a garden-variety pervert. He’d been mildly concerned when he came the day before and didn’t ejaculate at all, then blushed deeply to realise he’d actually depleted himself of seminal fluid for his efforts.

Sneezes came frequently and easily for Tsukishima – when pollen tickled his little nose, nostrils as exposed as they were, he really had very little say in the manner. Gruff, violent, desperate and wet – so, so wet – they were everything Koito could have dreamed of and more. He did dream about them, in fact – it seemed his day-time excursions were not enough and he’d been waking up to the shivering contractions of orgasm with the imagined sound of Tsukishima’s allergic reactions ringing in his ears, fading into silence as his pleasure ebbed.

He’d long loved Tsukishima’s allergies, and Tsukishima loved that Koito loved them. This wasn’t their first time dealing with the intense arousal that springtime brought their way – and yet this time round it was so much more intense. Koito wondered if it was to do with the fact that they had had even less opportunity to indulge than prior years – limited access to private accommodation, a lot of hands on work; whatever it was, it had him rocking back and forth in chairs, unable to sit still, pacing like a little boy. The unending message his body was sending was clear – get me off, and get me off now.

Tsukishima matched his energy effortlessly; an exceptionally sexually charged individual on a day to day basis, Koito knew that seeing him so worked up was like an aphrodisiac for Tsukishima in itself. It was a perfect arrangement – or, would have been, were they able to spend hours a day fucking it out of their system. Instead, they were settling for quick and desperate hand-jobs in random office spaces and other heated exchanges. Yesterday Koito had simply wedged his thigh between Tsukishima’s and they’d unthinkingly humped their way to orgasm within moments, pulling away exhilarated but embarrassed, and fumbling to deal with the messy and obvious aftermath.

Today they actually did have an element of privacy – boring, administrative tasks that neither of them wanted to complete lay strewn on the desk that Koito currently bent over as he squeezed himself stupid. Tsukishima had taken his short break to peer aimlessly out of the window. The work needed doing, and they’d been making progress until then. Upon starting their work Koito felt, if anything, spurred on by the promise of opportunity. The work needed doing, and they’d been allocated a quiet and isolated location to do so. Once they started fucking, he doubted they’d be able to stop – and so it had been an unspoken agreement that they would work first, fuck later.

It should have been manageable. They’d fucked earlier in the day, and Koito had cum multiple times since – once into Tsukishima’s damp handkerchief following an aggressive sneezing fit he had watched intensely from across the room. Tsukishima’s sneezing had even decreased upon their arrival at their recent workspace – well away from the blossoming plants on the other side of the army base. There was no reason he, a grown man, should be unable to restrain himself. Except for one.

Tsukishima hadn’t been sneezing, but he had been doing every other manner of arousing behaviour often exhibited by the miserably allergic: snuffling, hitching, rubbing at his itchy, pink little nose until the squishy, wet clicking sound of his damp sinuses echoed out into the room – going straight to Koito’s dick. It seemed the Sergeant wanted and desperately needed to have a good sneeze, but they endlessly evaded him. Every now and then, his expression would go hazy, almost pensive; he would stare off into the distance, nostrils fluttering and mouth dropping open just so to reveal the tip of his tongue as he seemed to mentally plead with a potential sneeze to arrive. Of course, they never did, and he’d be left with an even more dissatisfied, tickly nose that needed to be rubbed and rubbed, whilst Koito would be left with a perpetually rock-hard dick and the urge to grind his teeth to dust in frustration.

There had been a small respite – several minutes, perhaps – where Tsukishima did not sniffle, or attempt to clear his sinuses, or bully his poor little nose with his fist. Koito had thought he may actually be able to get through this boring document after all. And then Tsukishima had sniffled in such a congested and obscene manner that Koito could literally feel all restraint seeping out of him.

He'd been intending to ask Tsukishima to blow his nose, maybe even leave him in peace for a while if he insisted on being such a massive tease. But now that his own hand was squeezing him tight, he didn’t care. Damn it all, he couldn’t deal with administrative duties in this state. He was merely an animal, when it came down to it. He would numb himself with this self-inflicted orgasm, and then he was bending Tsukishima over this godforsaken desk and fucking him so hard and so long that the Sergeant would hardly be able to walk tomorrow.

“…You were saying, Sir?”

Koito nearly blushed at the realisation he’d addressed Tsukishima, then actually started to fuck his fist without so much as uttering another word to him. God, this desire was something else. Ridiculous. He cleared his throat, but didn’t stop fondling himself.

“Tsukishima - you need to blow your nose, or you need to sneeze. Your incessant sniffling is unprofessional and unbecoming for a man of your ranking – not to mention in front of your superior officer.”

It was a game they loved to play – the inclusion of career-based ranking in the bedroom, and the pleasure to be derived from both affirming and uprooting their relative positions of power. Tsukishima peered back at him with devilish eyes, practically burning with desire – all whilst maintaining a veritable mask of composure. Koito didn’t know how he did it; his own poorly concealed facial expressions and ill temper were a frequent source of trouble in his personal and professional life.

“My apologies, Second Lieutenant.” Tsukishima practically purred. Koito knew he’d never been less sorry in his life. “If it’s all the same, I’d much rather sneeze.”

Koito swore, eyelids fluttering as his cock throbbed. He hesitated for a split second before unbuttoning his trousers, liberating his swollen, leaking erection and squeezing it in his hand, hard. He was so wet that he could collect the liquid at his tip and stroke it down his length, spreading it like oil and hissing in pleasure. He glanced back up at Tsukishima, satisfied to see him fully turned to face him, leaning cooly back against the windowsill and staring with striking intensity as Koito masturbated in earnest, spreading his legs and sinking into his chair.

“You’d best go ahead and sneeze, then, Sergeant.” Koito managed to maintain an unwavering firmness that he was proud of. “I cannot afford for either of us to be so continually distracted by your nasal unruliness.”

Tsukishima’s lips curled into an amused smile at that. The pageantry turned them both on immensely, especially so when it existed as the sole veneer to an unrelenting animalistic lust, threatening to boil over at any moment. He shifted, almost squirming, and Koito was delighted to see Tsukishima’s own cock standing proud, tenting the material of his uniform.

“Is that an order, Sir?” He said, reaching up to rub at his pink, fluttering nostrils. Koito shuddered, then slowed the pace he had set on himself, desperate not to cum without hearing at least one sneeze from his lover; the sight and sound of him worrying at his gorgeous, expressive nose was unbelievably erotic. If he kept that up, and Koito continued his stroking and thrusting whilst watching him, he had no doubt he’d be cumming in seconds. He swallowed, concentrating on maintaining an even and calm breathing pattern, even as his giddy heart beat bruises against his rib cage.

“It is, Sergeant. I expect you to sneeze efficiently, and promptly.”

Tsukishima offered him a further predatory grin; Koito shivered again, feeling absolutely electrified. The anticipation of the explosions to come – the numerous sneezes, and his own blissful orgasm – was the sweetest kind of torture.

“Yes, Sir – as you wish.”

Koito watched, enraptured, as Tsukishima brought the pinkie finger of his right hand up to his nose, circling the rim of his nostril, which flared delicately. He gently inserted the finger into his nose, and they both sighed simultaneously – Koito in intense arousal, Tsukishima in faint irritation.

It was a method of manual teasing that Koito had always enjoyed – not that he didn’t enjoy all of the ways Tsukishima could be coaxed to a sneeze. There was something particularly pleasing, however, about the way his love would tickle his own nose this way – by pressing a nail to the delicate tissue in his nostril and increasing the pressure until he had no choice but to erupt with a desperate, all-consuming sneeze (or many). No doubt it was the vulgarity of it – the audacious rudeness of a full-grown man sticking a finger up his nose, the sheer desperation it belied in addition to the taboo of such a self-indulgent action…it was so many things. Either way, Koito felt the temperature of the room soar as he gradually resumed the previous pace of his squeezing hand, fixated on the subtle tics and twitches of Tsukishima’s expression as he teased and teased.

This wouldn’t take long – for either of them. Tsukishima’s nostrils were already so sensitive and over-stimulated; they flared angrily, pink and quivering, the slick around the rims catching the light of the pleasant spring afternoon. His eyebrows rose higher and higher as his itchy, leaking eyes started to close, the sneeze beginning to build in earnest. Koito couldn’t hold back a groan, thigh muscles twitching violently as the pleasure gathered in his groin. The sweet friction of his hand felt heavenly; he moaned again, noticing how Tsukishima’s mouth, now hanging open and displaying his curling tongue as it pressed pleadingly against his bottom teeth, seemed to twitch at the corners in response. He had no doubt the Sergeant would be smiling in deep appreciation at his wantonness, were his face not so occupied in crumpling under the demands of his thoroughly tickled nose.

To Koito’s delight, Tsukishima’s breath started to hitch audibly – at first with delicate little mewls, then steadily into chest-jumping gasps, stretching and straining the buttoned uniform on the smaller man’s muscled torso.

“HH-!! HUHh!! HUHD’T-!!”

Fuck. It was all so overwhelming, so unbelievably arousing; Koito could hardly breathe. His limbs tingled. His head felt simultaneously heavy and floaty – his brain a useless mush in his skull, weighty yet feathery light. He was so, so excited; for hours he had suffered, and he was finally right on the edge of release. He groaned again, entirely without restraint, as Tsukishima continued to tickle himself, huffing and straining. He watched as the Sergeant’s head started to tip back, face a miasma of irritation as his finger moved ever-so delicately, bullying the tickle along. Absolutely stunning; the perfect portrait of a man held on the torturous precipice of a sneeze. Koito could look upon his face in this manner for the rest of his life and never grow bored of it, he was sure. Watching placid, stony-faced Tsukishima surrender to a tickle – the juxtaposition of the man’s regular guarded expression and this one of total submission – was truly unlike anything else.

“HUHH!! HH’GKK-!!!”

Koito willed himself to hold on, just a few more seconds as Tsukishima was teetering on the edge of his own release, long enough to observe his collapse uninterrupted by body-shaking pleasure. The Sergeant paused for one, two seconds with that definitive gasp to fuel the explosions – enough time for Koito to appreciate him in all his hideous abandon – and then he was pitching forward in a deafening exclamation of a sneeze.

“-HH’EIIIISHHH’OOOhh!!”

Ohh, god. Koito would never get over how sexy every single one of Tsukishima’s sneezes were. The utter desperation of that most recent beauty – so demanding, so utterly irresistible as it tore out of his love’s sinuses in a burst of dense, glittering spray – made his cock lurch with a pre-orgasmic spasm. Koito gasped, open-mouthed and practically drooling as Tsukishima reared back for another one, finger still pressing into his delicate nasal cavity, tickling himself far beyond his threshold.

“HEH’EEIDDZZ’SHOOhhh!! EEEIISHHHhhh-!!”

Koito’s hand was a blur over his crotch; his body started to press back further into the chair, legs tensing and tightening as his orgasm started to crest. Through unblinking eyes he watched the twirling clouds of droplets as they danced through the air; the heady result of the first sneeze disturbed by that of the second, twinkling in the shafts of light before dissipating to the ground in gentle spatters.

The thought of being caught directly in that spray, the familiar sensation of it settling over his heated, naked skin was ultimately what pushed Koito over the edge. As Tsukishima practically roared out a fourth sneeze, an impressively violent “HEHHDTZZ’SHHOOHhh!!!”, Koito was overwhelmed by an orgasm of heart-stopping proportions. He gasped, shivering in pleasure as his cock spat in rhythmic spasms, streaking across both the underside of the table before him and, to his dismay, the lower portion of the document near its edge. The dismay morphed into a perverse satisfaction that only fueled his orgasm, prolonged by a fifth and final sneeze from Tsukishima.

“hHEIHH’YIDSHHHH’OOohhh!!!”

Koito moaned weakly, able to watch in helpless, trembling ecstasy as Tsukishima sneezed twin strands of clear mess onto the shimmering floor, narrowly missing his own hand as he finally extracted his finger. The Sergeant appeared dazed for just a moment, looking as though he might be moments away from losing balance – they had been particularly fierce, unrelenting sneezes, even for him – but then he was righting himself, gazing back at Koito. He snuffled back the mess, nostrils an obscene shade of tortured pink, and his tongue darted out to lick his spit-slick lips clean. Koito’s eyes dropped to his crotch, and as if having received an unspoken command, Tsukishima unbuttoned his trousers in an instant.

If he wasn’t still winded by his own magnificent orgasm, Koito would have crawled on his knees towards his Sergeant to take him into his mouth and eagerly swallow his pleasure down. Unfortunately, he was currently incapable of anything but twitching and moaning like a total moron, and Tsukishima seemed to have no desire to delay climax any longer. He spat into his palm, almost business-like as he fucked his own fist three, four, five times, and then his cock was spasming, knees buckling as he groaned low and long, clutching the windowsill behind him to stay upright. Koito’s spent cock twitched painfully, appreciatively in filthy satisfaction as he watched Tsukishima paint the much-abused, spray covered floor before him with streaks of semen.

Tsukishima slumped against the windowsill and sighed, beatific and serene in post-orgasmic afterglow. He tipped his head back, eyes closed and a smile splitting his face, swaying gently as he relished in the full-body satisfaction Koito also shared in, watching the older man from his seat with soft, reverent eyes.

The Sergeant gathered himself, clearing his throat before dabbing with a handkerchief at his dripping eyes, then his poor, pink nose – and finally, wiping at his softening cock, squeezing it indulgently for a moment before tucking the soiled fabric into his pocket. He always carried several on his person this time of year – even more since meeting Koito, as necessary.

“Well, Sir,” He said, tucking himself away, irritatingly composed whilst Koito remained slumped and panting, dripping cock in hand. “Was that to your satisfaction?”

Koito huffed out a small laugh, resting the back of his clean hand against his forehead in semi-dramatized exhaustion.

“Indeed it was, Sergeant Tsukishima. Perhaps excessively so.” He grimaced at the damage before him. Semen on his trouser legs, on the table, on the documents…He cleared his throat, forcing himself to regain composure.

“Hajime…” He smiled sheepishly at Tsukishima, dropping their hierarchical play and acting as much the spoilt, younger party of the couple that he was - and which Tsukishima reluctantly adored. He motioned towards his cum-streaked desk, his wilting, sticky cock. “Please help me.”

Tsukishima smiled, sniffling delicately and extracting a clean handkerchief from his pocket.

“Of course, my love.”

#idk what it is about these two man #yeah like all the couples i write are kinky and overtly horny but like. THESE TWO #they're animals to me lmao #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz fet #snz kink #nametakenfic #snz fucker #snzblr #sneeze fucker #g/olden k/amuy

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nametakensff · 2 days ago

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Ended up having a totally random fetish sex moment in the middle of a long dream, so I will share it with you, my fellow perverts 💕Entirely ✨️NSFW✨️

I was at some kind of music venue with who seemed to be my girlfriend - a punky women with short, dyed red hair, wearing a cropped tank top and suuuuper tiny denim shorts with huge chunky boots.

Anyway, we're outside of the concert hall and there aren't many people around when I start sneezing. Because it's a dream I'm sneezing but I also exist as basically just a camera? So my visions doesn't change in response to my eyes closing etc. I let the sneezes out indulgently, no restraint at all - desperate and wet and almost angry sounding, like the tickle is unbearable.

It turns out my girlfriend has the fetish and is extremely turned on, so she sits down on some steps and encourages me to sneeze all over her, which I do. She spreads her legs and these shorts are hiding nothing - they're pressed right up against her clit and her cunt is leaking so much they're drenched. I can smell her arousal and see her cunt throbbing, so immediately I grab her by the inside of one leg and push her back, rubbing her through her shorts with my other hand.

I'm still sneezing, basically nonstop at this point, and she's moaning and writhing and rocking against my hand as I get down on my knees and aim the sneezes at her cunt, continuing to bully her clit through her shorts. She starts to shake and then groans as an orgasm overtakes her, but I don't stop sneezing or touching her and she starts having back to back multiple orgasms, shuddering and weakly clutching at the stairs behind her. Again, because ~dream physics~, I'm somehow able to be above her and see her face contorting in pleasure even as I make her cum with my sneezes between her legs. I almost, almost have an orgasm in my sleep!! 😔 denied again, sadly x

Eventually I stop sneezing and pull away from her. She's trembling and her shorts are basically clinging to her with her own wetness and my spray. I'm about to help her up - and then the dream moves on and I'm elsewhere with entirely different people 🤷‍♀️

#i'm gonna be thinking about this all daaaay #why isn't she real? 😩💕#i just want to make a woman cum over and over and over #so wet just thinking about it. let me go back into the dream and eat her out this time!!!!#nttalks

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nametakensff · 3 days ago

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playing with my clit non-committally and maybe allowing myself to squeeze in some masturbation before bed because my g-spot is tingling but i'm not mentally in the fucking mood 🙄

#this has not been my year for sexuality ngl #i miss being as consistently horny and my wants aligning with the few moments of free time i get #PRAYING that by the end of the year when i'm resettled the stress will seep away #and i'll be jerking it happily in my own space 😩💕#nttalks

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nametakensff · 4 days ago

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Hello! I’m obsessed with your fics. I’ve been trying to find one I used to love that I thought was yours but I haven’t been able to find. Any chance you know it? It’s Steve and Eddie trading a cold back and forth to see how many times they can catch it

Hi there! I'm so glad you like my stuff 🥰💕

Ohhh, I know exactly what fic you mean! It's this one, and it was written by the lovely @poetic-illness!

It was the first s/teddie fic I read and the one that encouraged me to actually get back into watching ST - so really it's the catalyst for allll of my own s/teddie fics! 🥳

#hope you enjoy!#just re-read it and GOD I love it so much #the amount of amazing s/teddie fics on snzblr is such a blessing #nttalks #s/tranger t/hings

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nametakensff · 4 days ago

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Hey guys, I have a *little* more time again over the coming weeks to write more. I have several WIPs rn - please let me know which you'd be interested in seeing the most! Though of course the intention is to finish them all 😤

I'm just finishing editing a NSFW M/F D/isco E/lysium (H/arry x D/ora) fic with both M and F sneezing, so will have that posted within the next couple of days ✨️

Anyway - please do lmk! I miss writing as much as I used to 🥺

#message received! happy to work on my original fic ofc #have a plan to get a ton of mini s/teddie things - like snapshots of their lives - and compile them in a longer fic #since I have a bunch of prompts just chilling 💕#i actually finished a k/oitsuki wip the other day i need to edit and post #and rest assured the rest will get written too!!#but thank you for the feedback guys!! 💕

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nametakensff · 4 days ago

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A stoic person who doesn't groan or whimper during sex BUT has really terrible honeymoon rhinitis, so their partner knows they're pleasuring them well when they start sneezing in increasingly desperate and numerous fits

#was personally picturing this big dude getting sucked off #and the giver does something with their tongue that has this statuesque placid guy erupting with sneeze after helpless sneeze #his sneezes basically replace moans #just. a thought <3 #snzario #sneeze scenario #sneeze kink #snz fucker #snz fet #sneezefucker

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nametakensff · 6 days ago

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About to fall asleep but confirmed 44 sneezes for friday in total 🤧 sneezy day indeed, wth

Not even lunch time yet and I've sneezed 21 times 😵 why the hell is my nose so tickly today?!

#the count resets every midnight so the double I just sneezed goes on saturday's tally x #i can't believe i've been keeping this shit up since nov 2023 lol #nttalks

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nametakensff · 7 days ago

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Not even lunch time yet and I've sneezed 21 times 😵 why the hell is my nose so tickly today?!

#sneezed 29 times yesterday total lol whatever was bugging me then has amped up even more today #i wish i was in an office driving a fellow fetishist crazy rn 😇#rare day where my snz fet fantasies revolve around *me* sneezing and not somebody else #nttalks

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nametakensff · 7 days ago

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Felt like sneezing and tried to say "I'm gonna sneeze", but I failed to say it all the way through even once! 😩 When the sneeze is coming on and my breath starts hitching I just can't help it

Many varied sneezes but a lot of powerful half-stifles in this one. Let out a HUGE sneeze at 01:22, which nearly jump-scared me listening to the wav back 😅

Hope you enjoy! 💕 It felt so good to tickle my nose and get some strong sneezes out (although lately I've been sneezing around 20 times a day so it's not as though I've been going without ��)

#ughhh I want to make another wav....#i never ever know when my flatmate is in or not so i just haven't been able to risk it 🙃#when I have my own flat snzblr you just WAIT 😤

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nametakensff · 8 days ago

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@bigsnzstanacct has an entire fic about this that is probably responsible for altering my brain chemistry forever 💕

I live for the concept of giant sneezes. Something about the idea of being forced to surrender your senses to a force generated within you but simultaneously more powerful than you is just... chef's kiss✨.

On another note:

In a world where giant sneezers exist, the powers that be would create infastructure to suit the needs of those who sneeze bigger than most. But realistically a one size fits all solution doesn't fit everyone, so for your consideration:

A giant sneezer who sneezes too big for the facilities that absorb the impact of their releases. They come in, storm on the horizon, holding back all day, ready to unleash a biblical fit the likes of which none have ever seen. But one sneeze in and the force absorbers are already at their limit, but they have another 5 ready and loaded in the chamber.

You got technicians scrambling to do something as the poor sneezer is trying to stop themselves from huffing, puffing and blowing the place to smithereens.

#amongst many other incredible fics. all of which are solid bangers #unrepentant and unashamed giant snz fan 4 life 😤💕

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nametakensff · 8 days ago

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Anyone else do this shit for fun? 🤡

#sorry for the jumpscare #i hesitate to call it stimming but...maybe it is lmao #also can I be genuine in the tags for a moment #i *wish* my nostrils flared more than this but. this is me. this is all i got 😩#if you have big nostrils and/or they get way bigger when you flare them...you're hot #been sitting on posting this for a few days because it's silly but! here you go haha #nttalks

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nametakensff · 10 days ago

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I was about to have an orgasm in my sleep this morning and then my alarm went off 😒😒😒🙄

#can't have shit in this life #nttalks

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nametakensff · 10 days ago

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someone who's very polite about sneezing yet cannot for the life of them restrain or quiet their sneezes in any way. I'm talking someone who politely says "excuse me," takes out a handkerchief and folds it neatly, turns slightly away to bend over double with a wrenching, uncontrolled sneeze or two, then sniffles sheepishly and excuses themself again as if the sound they made didn't just make their conversation partner jump out of their skin

#yessss....YESSSSS.....#scenario #queue

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nametakensff · 11 days ago

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Heaven (D/isco E/lysium, M/F)

So! I was possessed last year to start writing some H/arry and D/ora smut exploring their relationship waaay before the events of the game and churned out 7.7k in the end! I hope you guys enjoy some rare het stuff from me lmao

H/arry struggles to conceal his fetish from D/ora as the pair of them make their way through a particularly sneezy cold. H/arry does not do subtlety well 😩

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Content:

M/F, M + F sneezes, H/arry has a sneezing fetish, cold sneezes, spray, masturbation, contagion, sneezing on someone's face, lots of sappy feelings and caretaking, H/arry is bisexual but in denial, oral sex (F receiving), multiple orgasms, PIV sex, mentions of oral sex / handjobs (M receiving), sneezing during sex, humping, masturbating at work, fantasies about contagion, H/arry is insatiable

CW: H/arry is very ashamed of his fetish and tries to keep it secret (happy ending tho guys!); H/arry has internalised homophobia; H/arry actively masturbates thinking about people other than D/ora and feels guilty so...implied infidelity; H/arry needs to go to fucking therapy and stop literally deifying his girlfriend - pretty unreliable narrator etc etc; some romanticisation of fairly traditional gender roles by H/arry

NSFW - Minors DNI!

Harry opened the door to his and Dora’s apartment, feeling pretty fucking sorry for himself. In a matter of 24 hours, he had become entirely full of cold. He’d felt the stirrings of it last night; the dryness in his sinuses, the prickle in his throat as he cuddled up to Dora after dinner. He’d been desperately downing glasses of orange juice, popping extra vitamins and supplements in a desperate bid to avoid catching whatever bug seemed to be going round, but it had all been for nought.

He kicked the door shut behind him with more force than he had meant to, wincing as he remembered how much Dora hated when he did that. He shivered as he peeled off his trench coat, damp from the rain that the fierce wind had blown in every direction, rendering his umbrella useless. He felt too hot and yet too cold all at once. He kind of wanted to have a tantrum about it.

He’d also been at the precinct for nearly 13 hours straight, his only food a greasy sandwich left over from some department meeting he’d been lucky to scrounge. Perhaps it was somewhat of a blessing that he no longer had much of an appetite.

It was surprising that Dora, who must have been home by now, hadn’t come to greet him at the door. All the lights were on, and she had to have heard the door slam. Harry opened his mouth to call out for her but was immediately overtaken by the monstrous urge to sneeze instead.

The sneezing had started sometime in the afternoon and hadn’t really stopped since. His desk mates had ribbed him for it, at first jovially, then with increasing irritation as he failed to cover his mouth or turn away in time. He was somewhat apologetic about it, but he also wished they would stop being such fucking babies. Couldn’t a man sneeze when he was sick? Shouldn’t his fellow man offer him a supportive, brotherly ‘bless you’ in response, instead of a scornful insult? Life was unfair at times.

He could barely do more than suck in a huge gulp of air before the sneeze was barrelling out of him, a huge, bellowing exclamation that felt incredible to let out.

“HAAAAEEEISHHHHhhhttt!!”

He blinked in satisfaction and righted himself, having been bent nearly in half with the force of it. He watched for a moment as the cloud of spray he had emitted hung in the air, dissipating into glittering droplets all over the hallway floor. Whilst his own sneezes weren’t nearly as satisfying as other people’s, it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the performance of it – the masculine, powerful force and sound of them that would have gone straight to his cock if he’d witnessed it in another man.

It wasn’t gay to get hard and make yourself cum to the thought of another man sneezing – that went without saying. Harry knew it was the display of masculinity that a violent, manly sneeze encapsulated that turned him on, not the fact that it was a man sneezing. It was something he appreciated the same way he appreciated the physiques of other muscular men – a celebration of manliness that chicks adored. He was turned on by the concept of it, is all. Jerking off to a man sneezing was like jerking off to bodybuilding magazines – a healthy release of the camaraderie he felt for his fellow man. Brotherhood.

It was with this camaraderie and appreciation that he had his first orgasm of the day in the ground floor toilets, having witnessed a sergeant in his department roar out a series of body shaking sneezes, completely unabashedly and uncovered several feet away from him.

His second orgasm after lunch had been just as manly – this time due to the fact that he had masturbated thinking about the young female officer he often saw hanging around the A-wing communications box. Her little upturned nose was bright pink, like she’d been rubbing it all day – almost entirely certain to be the case; another victim of the cold making its rounds. Harry had watched as subtly as he was capable as her pretty face contorted into a mask of irritation, nostrils flaring into perfect little circles, before she sneezed a violently spraying triple of sneezes at – but not contained by – an upraised hand.

After he came 10 minutes later, chest heaving as he bent bow-legged over the spattered toilet bowl, he felt briefly disloyal to Dora. This feeling didn’t last long, due to the fact that he then just started picturing her sneezing in a similar fashion and had to stop thinking about anything but dead bodies to get his cock to go back down.

His third orgasm he’d had just twenty minutes before leaving for the day. He felt awful by then; a solid headache and congestion settling in, and a rampant tickle in his nose. He really hadn’t meant to jerk off again, only it seemed that a sneeze would sound out across the precinct every couple of minutes, making the documented evidence he’d been reviewing impossible to focus on. He’d given in after a particularly nasty, audibly-spraying double of unknown origin had bounced around the domed ceiling of the bullpen. In the bathroom, he sat down on the closed toilet lid and orgasmed into a waiting bundle of tissues, biting down on his tongue to avoid groaning too loudly.

It had been relieving, but it had also sapped him of any remaining energy and motivation. He’d taken the tram to work that morning instead of his car, which he both regretted and counted as a blessing. He would have loved to sneeze openly and miserably in his own vehicle without the dirty looks of his fellow commuter, but his eyes were now so scratchy and dry that driving would have been almost impossible.

Ah, well. He was home now, and Dora was finally emerging from their bedroom. Harry was surprised to see she had been sleeping, and felt guilty immediately for both the door slam and the immense sneeze.

“Hi, honey.” He managed in a voice far scratchier than he would have liked. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

Dora pulled him into a hug, and Harry felt himself melting in her embrace. He sniffed at her hair, wanting to take in her comforting scent, and was immensely disappointed at the realisation he was too stuffed up to smell much of anything.

“It’s okay,” She said, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and making his heart beat frantically, like a school boy. “I didn’t mean to nap for more than 20 minutes, but it’s been hours.”

“You’ve been a little under the weather, baby. It’s good that you slept.”

Dora hummed, then pulled back from his circling embrace to look up at his face, the skin between her immaculate eyebrows creasing ever so slightly in concern. Harry wanted to kiss it, so he did. Dora reached up to cup his cheek when he drew back.

“I think you’re the one under the weather, sweetheart.” She tutted, touching the back of her hand to his forehead. “Ohh, Harry. You’re burning up.”

Harry was enjoying the attention enormously, leaning into the touch like a cat begging for pets. Maybe he was warmer than he had realised, if even Dora’s sleep-warmed hands felt cool on his skin.

“Yeah, I think that fucking bug going round has finally caught up to me. I’m sorry.” He murmured, reaching up with a broad palm to cup her hand in his own.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Dora started, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Harry’s forehead. He sighed in appreciation, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and be babied by his beautiful, angelic girlfriend. God, he loved Dora.

“Let me run you a bath, okay?” She said, turning round, but Harry pulled her into a bear hug from behind and yanked her backwards as she squealed in delight. He kissed the pale column of her neck over and over until she begged him to stop, far too ticklish.

“I can run my own bath, honey. You don’t need to worry about m’be.” He sniffled, nose suddenly running after hours of stubborn congestion, and reached up to shield the sight of it from her. She hummed in sympathy again, stroking his bicep.

“Alright. I’ll fix us something to eat – you must be starving.”

Harry’s inert stomach growled in response, as though roused by Dora herself.

“You’re a goddess.” He sighed, dramatically, kissing her on the forehead before making his way to their bathroom. “I won’t take long.” He called over his shoulder.

“Take as long as you need!” Dora called back, and Harry figured he would take her up on it.

~~~~~

Okay, he seriously hadn’t meant to jerk off again-again – didn’t even know he had the energy to do so. Even so, he was setting a steady pace on himself as he leaned back in the bathtub, replaying every notable sneeze he had witnessed or overheard that day. The memories were quickly replaced with one of his favourite fantasies – Dora, naked and sneezing over and over, whilst Harry held her, which turned to enthusiastic groping, which turned to fucking, and Dora pulling both of them over the edge with her shuddering.

He felt the inevitability of his orgasm drawing nearer, thoughts bouncing everywhere, indulgent and shameless as he worked himself up to the edge. A sudden tickle in his nostrils, the warning of another sneeze to come, was the final straw. The mere suggestion of it, that he was experiencing the same helpless agony as the endlessly sneezing figures in his mind’s eye – it was all too much.

He couldn’t help whimpering when the pleasure crested, feet squeaking too loudly against the basin of the tub as his legs shot out, unable to do anything but surrender to it. He hoped Dora didn’t hear, ashamed of himself even as he came. The pleasure ultimately won out and he exhaled in shaky satisfaction, letting the sensations flow through him as they would.

“Fuck,” He muttered to himself when he was done. Running a hand through his hair, he let out a sigh of relief – before immediately sucking in an almost choking gasp of air, the lurking tickle that had pushed him over the edge coming at him in full force.

“HH’IIIEEESSSSHHHTTTtt!! AAEEESCHHHHhh’uuu!!!”

His upper torso was flung forward as they burst out of him in huge clouds of spray, dappling the tiled wall and settling onto the surface of the rippling bath water. He’d jerked hard enough to send water careening out of the tub in mini waves, little rhythmic slaps sounding out as it fell to the bathroom floor. Harry froze for a moment, light-headed with illness but otherwise swooning from the supreme pleasure of the double release so soon after orgasm.

“Bless you, sweetheart!”

Harry moaned, knowing if he wasn’t absolutely shattered by the multiple pleasurable reflexes he had recently been helpless to, Dora’s blessing would have gotten him hard again in an instant.

“Thank you, baby!”

He leaned back a moment longer, luxuriating in the afterglow that was deepened by the warm water lapping gently at his skin. With great effort, he pulled himself out of the tub.

He ate with Dora soon after, in a semi-daze. The bath had been excellent, but the exhaustion and the steam had made him dopey and weak. He brushed off Dora’s concern as he struggled to finish dinner, but didn’t stop her when she started to clear the table early. He didn’t stop her when she walked him to their bedroom, undressed him and tucked him into their bed. He didn’t stop her when she wiped his runny nose clean with a fresh bundle of tissues after several violent sneezes snuck up on him. He fell asleep in her arms as she stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

~+~+~+~+~+~

A couple of days later, it was undeniable to the both of them that Dora had officially caught Harry’s cold. It was an inevitability, really; Harry’s respiratory system had given the performance of a lifetime, forcing a spraying sneeze (or five) out of his head what felt like every ten minutes. Despite the relative clockwork reliability of them, they were sneaky when they came, and he probably only managed to cover about half the time – a generous estimate at that.

It had been a delightful experience for Harry, the discomfort of illness aside. Dora had doted on him, blessing his sneezes and tending to his tickly nose. She never complained if he caught her with the spray – which he did, over and over. She’d even used her bare hands to catch a couple of sneezes in what seemed like a kind of last-minute instinct. It’d all been sensual enough that Harry had become hard more than once whilst she tended to him – and then she had indulged him with her mouth and hands multiple times.

On the third day, his misery had significantly decreased, and they’d fucked frantically on top of the bedsheets – Harry desperate to bestow unto Dora even a fraction of her attentiveness, and Dora more than happy to receive it. She had had an impressively long climax, followed by several others in response to Harry’s enthusiastic - yet, in his opinion, truly artful - rubbing of her clit as he pistoned in and out of her. The satisfaction of his own orgasm combined with the masculine pride of making his girlfriend’s legs tremble enough that he had to get up to get her a glass of water afterwards knocked him out for the night. He slept like a baby, and even though he woke up to an ever-sniffly nose, he was truly on the mend.

That morning, when Dora, half asleep and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sneezed a delicate, spraying sneeze across his collarbone, he had crawled under the sheets to eat her out. Fully awake, Dora had sneezed twice into her hand and once more into a tissue Harry held to her face. The afterglow of orgasm did nothing to mask how truly miserable she was starting to feel. Harry cuddled up to her and pressed kisses to her too-warm face, promising to pay her nursing back with interest.

~~~~~

If Harry had thought he’d been a horny mess at the peak of his own cold, then Dora’s had catapulted him to a nuclear level of horn-dog randiness. Every sneeze – vocal yet audibly wet, gentle yet undeniably violent; the way her features crumpled into a helpless pleading as each sneeze built, gradually contorting until she pitched forward, usually into a delicately raised hand; the orgasmic little sighs and gasps as she wound down from the relief, sometimes even blessing herself and – god help him – peering over at Harry if he was in her sight and bashfully giggling…Well. It was simply too much to bear.

It was the weekend, and neither of them had to work, thank fuck. Even if Harry had had a shift to get to, he would have gotten out of it. There was just no way he was missing this experience. He couldn’t believe how worked up he was, even for him. He stood at the open fridge door, chugging orange juice directly from the carton, attempting to replenish some of the liquids he’d drained himself of throughout the day. Jerking off near constantly, though immensely fun and rejuvenating in some ways, left him feeling like a dehydrated husk of a man.

He imagined himself taking on the appearance of sun-dried raisin, which worked to postpone his onanistic impulsivity for about half an hour – right up until Dora, whilst resting her feet in his lap on the couch, fell into a gasping buildup followed by a fit of five – five! – sneezes in a row, the latter of which he felt delicately kissing at the skin of his forearm.

“God bless you, baby.” He all but growled, unable to keep the arousal from pitching his rumbling voice even lower.

“Ohh, thank you. Such a tickle I have.” Dora sighed, sinking back into the couch whilst delicately dabbing at her pink, flaring nostrils with a tissue – one she had very much neglected to use whilst sneezing openly and in his direction, Harry noted. His cock throbbed, dangerously close to Dora’s feet as he massaged them – no good.

“Just gonna hit the john, babe.” He said, willing himself to appear nonchalant – not at all as if he was slinking off to beat his meat for the umpteenth time that day. Dora smiled at him, moving her legs for him, and he smiled back – tightly, unnaturally – and walked shamefully towards the bathroom, where he proceeded to cum into a bundle of hastily grabbed tissues. He sat for a moment on the closed toilet seat, panting from the effort of keeping quiet.

His ears suddenly perked up at the unmistakable sound of Dora, his poor baby, sneezing again – a beautifully girly, desperate triple that made his flagging erection twitch several times in deep appreciation.

“Ehht’TCHieww!! ‘Tishh’uu!! Hahdt’Tsch’ooh!!”

“Bless you, sweetheart!” He called out, pulling himself together and hoping this latest orgasm would tide him over for a couple of hours. Embarrassingly, it had been an almost dry ejaculation. He was literally milking himself to capacity, like a teenager that had just discovered the joys of whacking off. Shaking his head, he washed and dried his hands before he eagerly made his way back to Dora, wanting nothing more than to hold and comfort her whilst she sneezed - preferably all over him.

~~~~~

Dora laughed softly at a joke in the radio play they were listening to, then gasped softly before her giggles morphed into a flurry of coughs. Harry cooed, stroking her hair out of her face and supporting her as she muffled them into his shoulder.

“Ugh. Sorry, Harry.” She sighed as he helped her sit up against her fluffed up pillows. “I feel dreadful.”

“Ohh, honey, no need to apologise. I’m sorry, I gave you this nasty cold.” Harry murmured, rearranging himself to lie snuggly against her side, cradling her in his arms.

He was sorry that Dora was feeling poorly – that much was true. It was, however, a bare-faced lie to pretend he wasn’t enjoying fussing over her for a multitude of reasons. He loved feeling like her big, strong man – a pathetic desire, perhaps, but it was there all the same. For the same reasons, he loved how delicate and pliable she was in her weakened state. It made him want to protect and coddle her.

It was exactly like the romance novel he had stashed shamefully under his mattress as a child, stolen from a local second-hand book shop. The cover art of a beautiful, swooning maiden in the arms of a brave Knight had sucked him in immediately, but the story itself had really left an impact - even as its pulpy, unskilled dialogue became all the more obnoxious as he revisited it throughout his life. In particular, the chapter where the beautiful Lady Marguerite caught a terrible cold and Sir Francis tended to her as she shivered with fever and sneezed into his handkerchief was practically burned into his mind. He knew it word for word, the pages dog-eared and worn.

He'd never let anyone know about the book. Even Dora had no clue it was currently stashed in a shoebox in the back of their wardrobe, under a stack of men’s magazines that he had hoped would deter her, should she ever bother to look that far. He realised that taking such measures to conceal the book was incriminating in and of itself; most people wouldn’t think twice if he left it out in the open, on their shared bookcase in the living room. But it was simply too much to bear the thought of. It was private; his mortifying little secret. Not one person needed to know about Sir Francis and Lady Marguerite, nor how often he had fantasised about being a brave, heroic Knight tending to the nose of a rotating ensemble of sneezing princesses.

He didn’t need to think about that now – he was practically living out his fantasy in real time. He could scarcely believe how wonderful it felt, even if he had to conceal it from Dora.

He ducked his head into the crook of her neck and started to kiss her softly, overwhelmed with feelings of tenderness for her. When she hummed in satisfaction and tilted her head back to give him more access, he eagerly kissed up and down the flesh of her throat.

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed against the skin, shuddering when her hand crept into his hair and started to tease at his scalp.

“I look awful.” She protested, and Harry lifted himself up to gaze at her face – her exhausted, stunningly gorgeous face. Her poor nostrils, so pink and sore and so, so erotic. The shy look she cast back at him from under her fluttering eyelashes was so sexy Harry felt he could swoon.

“You’re an angel,” he sighed again before pressing kisses to her face, drinking in her giggles and playful little ‘no’s’.

Harry felt her fingers tugging at his hair, pulling his head back gently, a sweet ache that had him groaning softly. He looked into her eyes in question, almost breathless to discover the new expression of undisguisable lust he saw within them.

“I want you to fuck me.” She said, voice thick with both arousal and congestion. His cock ached at the sound of it.

“Ohh, baby. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Dora laughed softly as Harry rolled himself on top of her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he started to kiss her, sparingly enough that she could still breathe. When she pulled away and tensed with a frantic gasp, Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from moaning aloud.

“-aAHhd’TSCHieww!! Haht’TSHh’iew!! Hahdt’TSHhh’uu!! Oh, bless me…”

Harry could just die in this moment. Draped on top of a sneezy, shuddering Dora as she clutched him in her arms, aiming sneezes down at her own chest but catching his chin and neck in the process, he would have believed that he had already passed away and was, in fact, in heaven.

“Bless you, bless you, bless you.” He crooned, pressing a little kiss to her lips after every blessing and shuddering to feel the dampness of them against his own. Her dripping nostrils caught against his nose and his cock lurched at the sensation. He had to fuck her, and he had to do it now or risk spontaneous combustion.

Harry made quick yet smooth work of undressing himself, then slipping under the sheets, lifting up Dora’s silky negligee and sliding into her pussy, which he was delighted to find soaking wet already (“I always get wet when you hold me.” She admitted, as if Harry needed yet another reason to be out of his mind with ego-swelling horniness and joy).

They both groaned and clutched at each other as Harry started to thrust, gently at first then increasing in speed and power.

“Ahhh, fuck! Are you okay?” Harry asked, head swimming with pleasure.

“Yesss…” Dora sighed, nibbling on her bottom lip the way she did when Harry was doing something right. She hesitated for a moment, then looked him directly in the eye. “I might need to sneeze again.”

With an astonishing amount of willpower, Harry managed not to orgasm on the spot after an approximate 45 seconds of fucking.

“If you need to sneeze, you go ahead and sneeze, sweetie. You can’t help having a cold in your nose.”

God, he thought, as he continued to rock into her, having nearly made himself cum with his own words. They’d poured out of him, a saccharine deluge of reassurances that turned him on even more, filthy to his ears and his alone. He hoped he sounded less to Dora like the sacrilegious pervert he currently felt like and more like an appropriately doting boyfriend. He was far too aroused, almost in a trance-like state as they fucked. He felt like a bag of flesh and nerve-endings whilst oxymoronically ascending to another realm of consciousness far beyond the barriers of the human condition. God, he thought again; it really was a good fuck if he was philosophising the constraints of biological physicality.

As much as Harry wanted to cum, he also never wanted to stop fucking Dora. He wanted to crawl inside of her and never leave. The rocking sensation of his thrusts felt like the most natural thing in the world – like he was designed for this purpose and nothing else. Balancing his weight on the forearm propped next to Dora’s beautiful blushing face, he reached down between them and stroked lovingly at her clit until she came, clenching around him in a heavenly rhythm of convulsions. He watched her as she climaxed, feeling so in love it felt as though his body couldn’t contain it.

He continued to rub her softly, not wanting to overstimulate her but knowing he could trigger another orgasm, thrusting just the way she liked it, stroking her harder as his hips sped up, knowing her second explosion was going to be even stronger, and she was gasping and writhing under him, and –

“HahP’TIShhh’ieww!! Ahhd’TSCHooh!!”

Harry’s body started to orgasm before his fuck-dumb brain could even process what had just happened. As it started to sink in, with Dora’s heavenly sneezes echoing in his ears and settling on his neck and chest, Harry’s muscles locked and his mouth dropped open in helpless ecstasy. He hadn’t even realised how imminent his own climax had been, so focused on Dora and her pleasure. He wasn’t remotely prepared for the way it mercilessly barrelled its way through him, leaving him mute and trembling in ecstasy, his face a twisted rictus of surrender.

He buried his face in the pillow next to Dora’s face and moaned so loudly he almost made himself jump, but he just couldn’t help it – the pleasure was unbelievable. He didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed, writhing and groaning as he was, because he honestly couldn’t remember the last time his body had ever felt this good. Dora’s sneezes continued to loop like a record in his brain, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, and the sensation of her body crunching and tensing as they tore out of her, spraying out onto him…by the time the pleasure released him it was all he could do to twitch helplessly and moan like a gormless moron.

Through the haze of pleasure, he managed to pull himself together long enough to thumb at Dora’s throbbing clit, feeling her grinding her hips purposefully against him, mashing his temporarily paralysed hand between them. It seemed to be the final push she needed before Harry felt her tremble and cry out with her second orgasm, as powerful as he had expected it to be. The clenching of her cunt around his sensitive cock had him reeling, gasping in pleasure-pain even as his orgasm faded with her peak.

He continued to lie face down, gasping into the pillow and listening to Dora’s mewling as she rode out her pleasure. He barely noticed the way her fingernails raked down his back, his entire body like one huge nerve-ending throbbing in ecstasy. He realised that he had probably just had the best orgasm of his life thus far, and couldn’t really form any thoughts beyond that for some time.

Dora didn’t seem to mind Harry’s braindead, paralytic deadweight on top of her. If anything, she seemed incredibly pleased, running her hands up and down his back and laughing every now and then from the endorphin high of a seriously good fuck.

Later, when Harry lay in bed with Dora - knocked out for the night and snoring softly through her poor stuffy nose – he had his wits about him enough to realise he may have seriously fucked up. He could feign innocence, tell Dora the clenching of her pussy alone had sent him over the edge, but Dora wasn’t an idiot. His orgasm was the naked truth of the matter, the correlation between Dora’s beautiful sneezes and his ungodly reaction crystal clear. Exhausted and feeling too good to linger much longer on these entirely unwelcome ruminations, Harry closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.

~+~+~+~+~+~

Over the next few days, Harry was a nervous wreck. Dora took Monday off work - too tired to make her way in - and Harry was reluctant to part with her, but she reassured him she’d be fine. He’d spent the entire day doing dog-shit horrendous police work, distracted to the point of neuroticism by the thought that Dora knew. She knew all about his fetish, this sordid, creepy little secret, and he couldn’t stand it.

They hadn’t had sex since that night, and his monkey brain was doing everything it could to convince him that she was secretly planning to leave him for a much more handsome, less perverted co-worker. Realistically, he knew, she was simply too tired to have sex – a completely normal state for a sick person to be in. She wasn’t treating him badly – if anything, she seemed to want even more cuddles than usual. And yet…One of Harry’s favourite occupations was mentally torturing himself, and so he couldn’t help but think this was the beginning of the end. The thought made him feel so awful he didn’t even want to masturbate to her (still yet plentiful) cold sneezes. Well. At least not as much as before.

Dora felt well enough to head into work on Tuesday, no longer exhausted, though still clearly under the weather. Her cute little nose was so pink and raw and drippy. Harry waited until she left for the day, making himself late for work in the process as he lay back down on their bed in his uniform and teased a heart-stopping orgasm out of himself. He fantasised about Dora sneezing her cold germs throughout the University until all of her faculty members and students – all devilishly sexy in Harry’s mind – were sneezing too. He ignored the shame the pleasure brought and buried himself in work for the rest of the day.

He got home before Dora, surprisingly – he had left early for the day but still expected she would’ve come home to rest. He changed into loose sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt before sitting on the couch, where he stroked himself half-heartedly to the thought of Dora sneezing into a tissue held to her nose by a faceless, eager to help coworker. Masturbating had morphed into a kind of self-soothing coping mechanism, but it was slowly losing its appeal; the rushing peak of orgasm was lessening, its calming afterglow almost non-existent. He was just too anxious. When he came this time, a mere trickling of pleasure that barely registered, he wished he hadn’t bothered.

Despite the ever-looming feeling of dread and a certainty that Dora was singling out her future boyfriend, Harry fell into a dreamless doze on the sofa. He was awoken by the familiar click of their door unlocking, and roused himself to the sight of Dora making her way inside. His heart beat violently in his chest as he noticed her face twisting into a pre-sneeze mask of irritation even as she slipped her arms out of her coat.

“Hiigh’TShh’ieww!! TSsHh’iew!! Hh-! IHh’tshh’uu!! Oh. Mm, excuse me.”

Harry frowned down at his traitorous cock – despite it all, the pavlovian hardening of his dick at a mere sniffle from his love was as reliable as ever.

“Bless you, honey.”

He made his way over and knelt down in front of her, unlacing her heeled boots for her whilst she snuffled into a tissue that looked rather worse for wear.

“Ahh...Thank you, baby. This cold is so tickly, I just haven’t been able to stop snee’hh!! Sneezi’hh’ing-!!”

Harry bit down on the inside of his cheek as Dora punctuated her lament with four cock-teasingly desperate sneezes. The first three rained down on him in rapid succession, spraying him thoroughly and raising the skin on his arms in a series of goosebumps. He shifted his balance from one knee to another, practically squirming as the last sneeze, a juicy, high-pitched “Iihh’TSSShhh!!” doused him in another cloud of delicate aerosol.

“Bless-“

“W-wait…I’m not…done ye’hh! Yet…”

Harry swallowed, feeling hot all over. This was truly torture – did she have any idea what she was doing to him? She had to know. So why wasn’t she disgusted? Why wasn’t she kicking him away from her and telling him to get out of her life for good? He helped her step out of one boot, then the next, as her hand rested on his shoulder for balance. With her heels off, he could press his face against her stomach – a familiar and comforting gesture - but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to move nor look at her as she built to another sneeze.

He felt, quite suddenly, Dora’s hand reach under his chin and tip his head back ever so gently until he was looking up at her, bewildered. His cock throbbed orgasmically at the sight of her expression cinching, tightening up as her release built and built, and he realised in a flurried, painful realisation of intense arousal and panic that she was about to sneeze on his face.

“-hHHiDDTssHh’uuu!!”

His eyes closed reflexively at the gentle smack of the spray, and before he could help himself he was moaning and trembling with irrepressible arousal. For a moment, he forgot that Dora was planning to leave him forever. He was living in an active fantasy; the sensation of a sneeze settling directly over his features as the sound of it looped in his mind just as filthy and mind-numbingly erotic as he had imagined it would be.

“God bless you, angel,” he breathed before he could stop himself.

Dora giggled, softly stroking at his jaw with her fingers.

“Excuse me. That felt good.”

Harry jumped at the sudden sensation of Dora’s socked foot rubbing at the tent in his pants. He gasped, buckling forward with the sudden pleasure and gripping weakly at her ankle. His face burned.

“Dora…”

“I think it felt good for you too.”

He gaped up at her. Her eyes twinkled as she gazed back down at him, smiling affectionately. He swallowed – or attempted to, but his mouth was cotton-dry.

“I’m sorry, I –“

Desperate to get away from her and unwilling to bear the weight of his emotions in the presence of her radiance, Harry began to scramble to his feet. He tried to turn away, but the gentle grip of her fingers encircling his forearm stopped him dead in his tracks. He felt his body bow towards her as if magnetised, but he stared pointedly away from her and towards a nondescript stain on the kitchenette wall.

“Why are you sorry, honey?” She asked softly, the way one might address a frightened child. Her thumb gently rubbed at the soft skin of his wrist as she spoke, and Harry felt, to his chagrin, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He cleared his throat.

“I’m disgusting. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He groaned, staring and staring at the wall. His cock was still regrettably hard, arousal thrumming through his body even as he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh, Harry…do I seem disgusted to you?” Dora cooed, pressing herself up against his side and wrapping her arms round his waist. He wavered for a moment, then looked abashedly at her beautiful face. The fondness of her expression almost knocked the air right of him.

“You don’t – mind? That I – I mean –“

“That you like it when I sneeze?” Dora teased, and Harry almost grunted as his cock throbbed approvingly.

“God…” He muttered, bringing a hand to his face, cringing and humiliated and so, so turned on.

“I don’t mind, my love. I’ve never minded.”

“You’ve – ‘never minded’?!”

“Harry…” Dora laughed softly. “You’re the least subtle person I’ve ever known. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I didn’t want to push you into saying anything, but – it’s obvious, sweetheart. The way you’re all over me when I sneeze, how you look at me – “

“Fuck…”

“- the way you sneak off to touch yourself and pretend you aren’t –“

“Fuck, Dora!” Harry brought a second hand to his face, moaning in embarrassment. He started sinking to the floor in a little crouch, and Dora followed him down, cooing as she hugged him and rubbed her cheek against his bicep.

“- the way you get so adorably flustered, like right now…Oh. And I found your romance novel. The one with the Knight and the princess with a cold. It was a fun read.”

Harry could only moan again, sinking into himself and allowing Dora to pet and cuddle him as he continued to cringe with his entire being. They sat there for a moment as she held him from behind, resting her cheek against his back and pressing the occasional kiss against the fabric of his shirt.

“Harry, sweetheart, It’s okay. I love you.”

He groaned again, then lowered his hands from his face, peering wearily over his shoulder, taking in her smile and the softness of her eyes.

“…You’re really okay with this?” He muttered. Sure, this was one of the most desperately embarrassing moments of his entire life – especially the knowledge that Dora had read The Book - but it was dawning on him in a rising wave of relief that everything wasn’t all going to shit; that, in fact, things were going really quite well indeed.

Dora’s smile widened.

“I’m really, really okay with it. In fact,” she said, softly squeezing Harry’s bicep, “I’d like to show you how okay I am.”

She leaned forward, lips pressed up against Harry’s ear, and he shuddered whole-bodily.

“I want you to eat me out whilst I get this awful tickle out of my nose. Would you like that? I want you, Harry.”

Warmth and longing suffused Harry from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. There really was nothing else for it. If this is what Dora wanted, who was he to deny her?

Dora yelped in girlish surprise as Harry swept her up in his arms, giggling in satisfaction as he carried her bridal style the short distance to their bedroom. He playfully set her down on the bed, where she sighed and sunk back into the pillows.

“Ohh, I’m dizzy,” She admitted, and Harry cooed and kissed her on the forehead.

He continued to kiss her, first on each burning cheek, then her chin, the soft skin of her neck, before continuing his downwards trajectory. He unbuttoned her blouse, feeling giddy and desperate to be touching every inch of her all at once. He reached under her to unclasp her bra, but Dora gripped at his wrist.

“Leave it. I want your mouth now, Harry.”

He nodded frantically, thrumming with heat, then crawled down the rest of her body. Her calf-length skirt – pretty, floaty and peach coloured, fairly-like in Harry’s eyes – was easily bunched up. Harry was already starting to salivate, but when the scent of her sopping wet cunt assailed him, the barrier of her visibly damp underwear doing nothing to stifle it, he thought he might actually drool.

“Fuck, sweetie…you’re already so wet.” He moaned, slipping her underwear down her legs. She giggled, then gasped as he all at once pressed his face into her core, sucking at her labia with frenzied passion. They groaned in unison, and Dora reached down with one hand to clutch at Harry’s locks, sending shivers of appreciation down his spine.

Harry wasted no time. He launched himself into the hedonistic joy of sucking cunt, savouring the taste of Dora’s juices as he lapped at her, the noises obscene and dirty and loud. Dora’s thighs were trembling, pressing against the sides of his face as if simultaneously trying to trap him there and force him away. He could tell he was doing a good job, if the fluttering of her internal muscles every time his tongue dipped inside of her and the desperate, choked groans she was making were any indication.

He squirmed on the bed, squishing his arm under his own chest so he could press two fingers inside of her, hooking and stroking just the way she liked it. Her thighs squeezed against his ears in response, her cunt throbbing and throbbing as he sucked her clit, delicately then harder, easing off and on again in a torturous, teasing rhythm.

Her first orgasm surprised them both – Dora gasped hugely then went taut, shuddering in silence as her cunt clenched hard around Harry’s probing fingers. Harry’s cock throbbed in response, and he realised he had been rocking his hips steadily against the mattress. Dora slackened, moaning his name, and Harry licked her softly, giving her a moment of recovery before renewing his efforts.

Dora’s second orgasm seized her much like the first, though this time she was able to moan weakly, the thick congestion of her sinuses adding a husky timbre to her voice that drove Harry wild.

“Ohhh, Harry, I’m-!”

Hearing her gearing up for another orgasm, pleasantly surprised by how quickly it was approaching, Harry sucked at her eagerly. It was only when the first sneeze rocked Dora, Harry and the entire bed with its invigoration that he realised he had mistaken her desperate verbal warning as an announcement of ecstasy, rather than the aggressive onslaught of sneezes that followed.

Moaning stupidly against her cunt, Harry shuddered and writhed as the spray rained down on him. He mentally kicked himself for not removing his t-shirt before diving in, wishing he could feel every delicate droplet spattering his back. He continued to suck and lick into her folds, not knowing how else to deal with the overwhelming arousal that rendered him stupid. As Dora inhaled in preparation for her next sneeze, he had enough mental capacity to reach between his legs, shuffling his ass awkwardly as he shoved down his sweatpants and liberated his cock. It sprung out of its cotton prison at once, drooling eagerly on the bedsheets as Harry ground down, hard.

“Aahh’TIShh’iew!! ITSHhh’ieww!! hHahd’TSHHh’uu!!”

Each sneeze elevated his pleasure to an almost unbearable feverishness. He was grateful for Dora’s cunt in his mouth, her body bucking against him; it felt like she was the only thing grounding him throughout the experience. It had all happened – was happening - so quickly. He felt reduced to his base parts, unable to process anything but the encroaching ecstasy. He wondered if he could handle an orgasm of the same magnitude as the last time they were fucking; the anticipation of it was thrilling.

“Ohh, I need to-!! HaAGK’Tishh’Iewww!! AHhd’TSZshhhh!!”

Like a dam breaking, Harry’s body bowed under immense pleasure as his orgasm washed over him, almost punishing in its intensity. He ground his trembling hips against the bed, groaning into Dora's core as it overwhelmed him. Through the deafening sound of his own heartbeat, he heard (and felt) Dora unleash another sneeze all over him, and he felt so unbelievably good he felt he could weep, practically cringing in ecstasy.

The rush of his pleasure gradually softened to a thrum, leaving him in a state of delicious, twitching afterglow. He felt Dora weakly rubbing her sopping cunt against his face, drenched from his efforts, and mustered up his remaining energy to resume his previous sucking and licking. It was decidedly not his best work, but Harry was feeling practically braindead in the aftermath of such an earth-shattering experience. Sex with Dora was great already, but this - this was Sex 2.0. His sloppiness didn’t seem to matter, at any rate, as a few minutes later Dora was shrieking as she came against his face, practically crushing his skull as her thighs clenched around his ears.

When she went limp, Harry emerged with a gasp, face sticky and hot. If he hadn’t been light-headed before, nearly suffocating against Dora’s pussy after jizzing his brains out had sure sealed the deal. Dora somehow looked impossibly more winded than he, twitching and gasping as the final little surges of her orgasm left her boneless. Harry’s heart throbbed at the sight of her pink nose dripping down over her top lip, and seized up a tissue from the bed-side table to dab the sore skin clean for her.

“Bless you, baby.” He managed, his voice sounding rough – presumably from bellowing like a moron when he nutted all over their duvet. He made a note for future Harry to finally do some laundry.

Dora’s eyes peered up at him, warm and hazy the way they always were after sex, and her trembling arms reached up to pull him down to kiss him. Harry’s extremely spent dick twitched painfully in appreciation; he loved when she kissed him after he ate her out – loved the idea of passing her own taste back to her. It lasted for only a moment before her clogged nose forced her to pull away and gasp for air. Harry tutted and stroked her sweaty locks back from her forehead.

“I – we need. I’m gonna get towels. H-holy fuck.” He managed after a moment of gazing down at her with the soppiest imaginable expression on his face, dumb with afterglow and love.

After Harry had cleaned them off as best he could with a damp flannel (‘We can shower after we nap’), he lay next to Dora, holding her close in their various states of undress, and giggled like a maniac. He was marginally worried that the sex had felt so good he had sustained brain damage, but when he voiced his concern to Dora she just laughed and told her she loved him. In that moment, Harry thought to himself that life was pretty close to perfect, and that as long as he had Dora – amazing, beautiful, accepting Dora – he'd be the happiest man on earth.

#self rb 💫

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