this is a bts rpf kink blog, with a focus on pussy. yes, that is actually a sentence I am typing. I mean literally if you don’t like pussies or the word pussy then this is not the place for you. if you don’t have a snz kink, this is not the place for you. if you don’t like bts or rpf, this is not the place for you.
I simply needed a place for my pussy snz fics, and I didn’t want to leave bts fandom to write them lmao.
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here are the three types of fics you will find on this blog:
BTS boypussy (#bts boypussy)
BTS genderswap (#bts genderswap)
BTS omegaverse (#bts omegaverse)
I write multiple pairings (all fictional, no real shipping), multiple dynamics, etc.
if your heart is set on omega jimin/alpha jungkook then you will need to look elsewhere because i’m more of a omega jimin/omega jungkook kind of guy (or better yet, omega jimin/omega jungkook/omega taehyung)
everyone can have a chance at being a top and/or a bottom and/or a switch, in my opinion
we will have the occasional cock here and there, but if you want more of that consider checking out @sevensexynoses instead
the main kink will be snz. other kinks may appear, but will be tagged
and finally, terminology: I will be using many different words for genitalia. my go-tos are pussy, cunt, and cock. if you are making a request, please be sure to let me know if you want certain words omitted (or included!)
we’re also going to have a LOT of boobs, boobies and tits. in fact, that’s probably going to be more of a focus than the pussies because who doesn’t love boobs??? sneezing on boobs is the hottest thing and is very likely to occur in most, if not all, of the fics on this blog
requests: I am open to requests, but may not take all requests. I am more likely to take requests from someone who reads/gives feedback (a comment or an ask). I will not write non-con, Y/N, emeto, extreme violence and gore, terminal illness and death, scat, anaphylaxis, little space, or underage characters
because I absolutely needed 13 new WIPs in my life (and I think I actually have 20 WIPs in this folder 😁)
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genderswap:
1. jimin/namjoo
“hhgsh! kiiishch! iiighhh’CHSH!”
Fuck. Namjoo needs to pull it together. But every sneeze sends Jimin’s chest bouncing wildly, her boobs jiggling beneath her sweater, and Namjoo is embarrassingly consumed with lust just watching them.
“Hey! Are you’hhh– are you looking at my boobs right now? hhHH’NNgxsh!”
2. jimim/taehee/jungha
“Thank you.” Taehee looks down at her now-socked feet, wiggling her toes. “Much better.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.” Jimin’s all stuffed up again, her voice slightly hoarse as she pulls the blanket back over Taehee’s feet. “Jungha? Socks?”
Jungha nods. “Y’splease,” she slurs sleepily.
Jimin uncovers Jungha’s feet and puts a pair of socks on her, stopping once to aim a sneeze into the crook of her arm.
3. jimin/jungha
“HH–! ISH! ISHCH! IHH’SHH!”
Jungha has never heard such loud sneezes from Jimin before. They’re forceful even despite Jimin’s attempts to stifle them, her pink nose pinched hard between her fingers.
“Don’t hold them in like that!” Jungha gasps, reaching up to tug on Jimin’s wrist.
4. jimin/jungha
Jungha pulls one leg up, wrapping her arm around her knee, and gasps again. Jimin watches her legs fall open farther and nearly gasps herself– she’s not even wearing panties under her dress.
It’s not until Jungha takes one more long, shuddering inhale, her head tipping back and her jaw going slack, that Jimin realizes she’s seen this look on Jungha’s face before.
5. yoonji/jungha
“I can hold the tissue myself,” Jungha whispers, but she doesn’t move to take it from Yoonji.
Yoonji smiles and dabs the moisture away from Jungha’s nostrils. “I know you can, baby, but isn’t it so much better to just lie there and rest? Close your eyes for me, hon. I’ll take care of this poor, stuffed up nose for you.”
6. yoonji/jungha
“ehh! ehhh–! hh-ehhh…”
“Oooh,” Yoonji chuckles, brushing the feather back and forth slowly beneath her nostrils. “That tickles, huh?”
Jungha whines, high and breathy. “hh-ehh-hehhh!”
omegaverse:
1. alpha!jk/omega!yg
“Not today, pup,” Yoongi sighs, already anticipating the hurt look that’s about to cross Jungkook’s face.
Instead, Jungkook tilts his head to one side, brows drawing together. “Why do you sound like you’re all stuffed up?”
2. omega!jm/omega!jk
“It’s just my heat,” Jungkook whispers thickly. “I’m…I’m due soon…I think…”
“Jungkookie, sweetie, you’re not in heat.” Jimin strokes his hair gently. “You have a cold.”
Jungkook’s nose scrunches up. “How do you know?”
“You have been sneezing all morning,” Jimin laughs. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
3. Kim pack (Kim line alphas)
The next morning, when Taehyung wakes up with a runny nose and a sore throat, Jimin tucks him into the nest, muttering to himself about immune systems and overprotective alphas.
“I’d do it again,” Taehyung sniffles, squirming inside the confines of his blanket cocoon. “I’ll take care of you through anything, Jiminie, no m-mat’hhh…HHDZSH’EHH!”
4. alpha!nj x ot6 omegas
“Oh, look at you,” Hoseok coos, combing his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “Finally settling for me, hmm?”
Namjoon has never felt so shy in his life. He can’t even look Hoseok in the eye. Part of him hates the way he’s feeling– the medicine in his system dragging him towards a hazy, lethargic state that he can’t climb back out of– but a part of him also feels thrilled at the idea that Hoseok and his other omegas now have so much power over him.
5. rap line alphas x vocal line omegas
“ehhh’ktch! hh’ktch!”
“Bless you, Jungkookie,” Hoseok says, with that fond yet suspicious tone he always has when someone sneezes. “Feeling okay?”
Jungkook’s nose twitches, pink at the tip. He has one blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, and a pile of more blankets in his arms. He’s standing in the middle of the living room, halfway between the laundry room and the nest room.
boypussy:
1.yoongi/hoseok (hoseok bp)
“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Yoongi chuckles, trailing one hand down Hoseok’s stomach. “Want me to touch you, baby?”
“You shouldn’t be touching me like this,” Hoseok whines, burying his face in Yoongi’s neck. “Don’t wanna get you sick.”
Yoongi dips his fingers just past the waistband of Hoseok’s underwear. “Not what I asked.”
“I already told you I was horny,” Hoseok whispers against Yoongi’s skin. “But…ohh!”
2. jimin/jungkook (both bp)
Jungkook is a sight to behold, with his towel wrapped around his waist and his chest flushed from the hot water. When he lifts a hand to his face to rub his nose, Jimin sees the towel slide down his hips just a little.
“You’re still rubbing your nose,” he comments, the concerned part of his brain kicking in and trying to override the horny part.
Summary: Taehee has a sneezy cold and sleepy Jungha cuddles her.
CW: illness (Taehee), messy sneezes, nudity
A/N: made a few edits to remove some of my more embarrassing personal interests but I did not really take the time to check for grammar/typos so sorry about those in advance! also just look at that creativity with the title! wow!
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“Tae?”
Jungha stands at the end of the sofa, her face illuminated by the dim lighting of the lamp on the end table.
Taehee startles slightly. “Huh?! Oh, fuck. I didn’t hear you come out of the room,” she sniffles, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
Yawning, Jungha shuffles over to sit down on the coffee table across from where Taehee is lying on the couch.
“Why are you still out here? Thought you were coming to bed,” Jungha pouts. She’s wearing just her oversized sleep shirt, and it bunches up around her hips as she sits, her legs slightly spread to reveal that she’s not wearing anything underneath.
God, if only Taehee weren’t so miserably sick so she could truly appreciate the view.
With a congested groan, Taehee reaches for a tissue from the box tucked against her chest. “I’m gonna sleep out here tonight.”
An adorable look of confusion crosses Jungha’s face. Taehee smiles softly and folds the tissue over her nose, sniffling into it and trying to decide if it’s worth the inevitable discomfort of blowing.
She knows Jungha is going to try to get her back to the bedroom, but she’s been sneezing so much that Jungha won’t be able to get any sleep if she goes with her. Jungha has already been missing out on sleep for the last few days, worn down from extra work shifts, and Taehee is not about to prevent her girlfriend from getting the rest she so desperately needs.
“But you’re sick,” Jungha objects, her eyes widening in horror. “You should be sleeping in bed!”
Taehee doesn’t respond right away– not because she doesn’t want to, but because she simply can’t. Her thoughts, already foggy due to her cold, get shoved completely aside as a sudden urge to sneeze starts building in her sinuses.
“Hehh…ehhhh…hhH–! HH’DSHHH-uhh!”
Thank fuck she’s already holding a tissue. All of the congestion in her sinuses is forcefully expelled, and since she hasn’t blown her nose in a while, there’s a lot.
“Ohmygod,” she hears Jungha exclaim as she pinches the tissue hard over her nose in an attempt to stop another sneeze from building.
“Hhhh…hehh…J-Junn’hh…Jungha–! Can– can you’hh…”
Thankfully, Jungha knows exactly what Taehee is trying to ask. She reaches over and starts pulling tissues from the box, sliding down to the floor on her knees so she can press them to Taehee’s now dripping nose.
“Okay,” she whispers, his fingers circling around Taehee’s wrist. “There you go.”
But Taehee doesn’t want to sneeze yet. First, she wants to figure out how to switch out the very soaked tissue that’s over her nose out with the bundle of nice dry tissues that Jungha is holding, and she wants to do it without Jungha seeing what a mess she currently is. Jungha, however, seems determined to be the one to switch them out, her hand tightening around Taehee’s wrist like she’s going to pull her hand away.
Taehee’s sinuses are buzzing with a tickle that makes her squeeze her eyes shut. She tries to pinch the soggy tissue harder over her nose and it makes Jungha gasp.
“Tae, don’t hold it in!”
Jungha sounds almost offended that Taehee is trying not to make a complete mess of herself. But it’s like there’s a little trigger in her brain that can’t refuse anything Jungha asks of her, so as soon as Jungha says the words, she loosens her grip.
Without the physical force of her nostrils being pinched shut and without the physical covering of a tissue, Taehee is helpless against the surging sneeze. It’s coming, whether she wants it to or not, and she can only briefly hope that Jungha is faster than the sneeze.
“hhGHH’ESHH-mphh!”
Jungha is barely fast enough. She gets the tissues switched out and manages to push the wad of about four tissues right up against Taehee’s nostrils as she’s in the middle of the sneeze. It muffles the thunderous sound halfway through, squashing it into a pathetic, squelching thing.
Taehee has no way of knowing if the tissues successfully contain the resulting mess or not, because it feels like her entire face is wet at this point. She lies there on the couch, panting open-mouthed as Jungha holds the tissues to her nose like she’s expecting a second sneeze.
When another one doesn’t come, Jungha slowly pulls the tissues away. Taehee whimpers and closes her eyes, unable to watch as Jungha pulls more tissues from the box.
“This is so gross,” she groans when she feels a tissue swipe firmly under her nose. “You should go wash your hands. Fuck, Jungha, now you’re gonna catch this stupid cold–”
“Hey,” Jungha stops her. “It’s okay. It’s not gross. I’m just going to…”
She trails off. Taehee hears another tissue pulled from the box. She cracks one eye open and sees Jungha leaning in closer, concentrating on Taehee’s nose. Tenderly, she uses the tissue to dab at the remaining moisture, gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt so bad but not too light that it tickles and sets Taehee off again.
Taehee’s nostrils sting afterward, the skin there raw and pink. Her entire nose feels like it’s throbbing. Her sinuses are packed, and she can almost feel the beginnings of another sneeze, a threatening tickle in a place so far up it feels like it’s behind her eyes.
But then she gets a glimpse of Jungha, still on her knees on the floor, looking concerned and completely exhausted, and she doesn’t care what her nose feels like anymore.
“Oh, sweetie,” Taehee coos, watching Jungha yawn with a frown. “You look so tired. You should be sleeping.”
“You should be sleeping,” Jungha retorts. Her face scrunches up and her nose stud glints in the lamp light. “You’re the one who has a cold!”
Ignoring the way her head starts to pound the second she shifts upright, Taehee gestures towards the bedroom. “Both of us can sleep. C’mon.”
They stop at the bathroom so Jungha can wash her hands. She makes Taehee wash her hands too, and then helps Taehee properly wash her face and brush her teeth too. Then they make their way into the bedroom, where Jungha makes sure there are tissues on Taehee’s nightstand.
Taehee is in her warmest pajamas– a cute striped set that Jungha bought for her– but she’s suddenly feeling a little cold. Jungha, however, strips off her shirt and tosses it onto the floor, flushing when Taehee’s mouth drops open at her sudden nudity.
“Stop,” Jungha whines. “I’m…I know you’re gonna make me overheat, but I wanna cuddle with you.”
“It’s just not fair,” Taehee huffs, grabbing a tissue out of the box and climbing under the covers. “I wanna be naked too.” She folds the tissue in half and lays it out on her pillow, smiling when she sees Jungha watching her in confusion. “It’s for emergencies,” she explains, resting her head on the pillow next to her tissue.
Jungha hums and gets in next to her. She pulls the covers over them both, then tugs Taehee against her chest, giggling when Taehee nuzzles her pink nose between Jungha’s bare breasts.
“You could be naked too, you know,” Jungha says after a moment.
Taehee blinks up at her.
“We can share body heat.” Jungha smooths Taehee’s hair back from her face. “I’ll keep you warm.”
It’s too tempting. Taehee sits up and starts unbuttoning her top. She shimmies out of her pajama pants without getting out of bed, and shivers at the air hitting her bare skin. Her nipples pebble instantly, tingling and exposed, and she catches Jungha’s gaze drifting down to look.
“I’m cold,” Taehee whines, diving back under the covers right away to press herself up against Jungha again.
Jungha’s side is warm against her tummy, and her arm is warm where it wraps around her shoulders. Taehee finds herself a comfortable place to lay her head again against Jungha’s breasts, slotting her nose between them once more with a contented little sigh.
“Comfy?” Jungha asks, looking down at Taehee with tired eyes and a fond expression.
Taehee nods. She can tell Jungha is fighting to stay awake, so she settles down, pressing a kiss to Jungha’s sternum and snuggling closer.
“Mm-hmm. Good night. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Jungha replies, her voice a sleepy, breathy whisper.
For a moment, they lie there in silence. As soon as Jungha’s breathing evens out in sleep, her chest rising and falling under Taehee’s cheek, Taehee feels a prickle in her nose.
“No,” she whispers out loud, tensing. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before she can do anything, the sneeze bursts out of her, so loud it echoes throughout the room.
“hhHH-EEHSH’ahh!”
She feels Jungha jerk beneath her, immediately woken by the loud sneeze.
“Tae?”
“Sorry,” Taehee gasps, patting the pillow in search of her emergency tissue. “Didn’t mean t-to…hhh…”
“Wasn’t sleeping,” Jungha protests sleepily, but Taehee doesn’t hear her, too busy trying not to sneeze again before she gets the tissue.
Nearly hitting herself in the nose once she locates the tissue, Taehee lets the next sneeze out without worry about the volume or waking Jungha up.
“HH’DSHHH-uhh!”
“Oh.” Jungha covers her mouth and yawns. “Bless you.”
“I’m so sorry,” Taehee groans, sitting up and grabbing the tissue box from her nightstand.
“S’okay.”
Taehee blows her nose, which leads to another shuddering sneeze. “hhGHH’ESHH! Ugh. I don’t know why I can’t stop sneezing. You’re never going to be able to fall asleep, baby. I think I should go sleep on the couch.”
“Come cuddle with me,” Jungha demands instead, her eyes already closed again.
And there it is again– the pull that Jungha has simply by using her words. Taehee lies back down, drawn towards Jungha’s body like a magnet.
“I’m gonna sneeze,” Taehee mumbles congestedly.
“Okay,” Jungha responds, voice soft and sleepy. “Go ahead. Do you want a tissue?”
Taehee sniffs. “No. I mean I’m gonna keep sneezing. I’m gonna keep you awake all night.”
“That’s okay.”
Frowning, Taehee lifts her head from Jungha’s chest. “No, it’s not. You’re exhausted, sweetie. You need rest.”
“Shh.” Jungha tugs Taehee’s head back down, until Taehee’s cheek is squished against her left boob. Her other arm wraps around Taehee’s shoulder again to keep her in place.
Taehee huffs out a frustrated breath. It stirs the tickle in her nose back to life, and she only has a second to realize that her emergency tissue has already been reused and she hadn’t replaced it.
“Ohno– IIITDSH’uh! Hhh– EEHSH’ahh!”
A long minute passes. Taehee sniffles and tries to sit up, but Jungha holds her firmly in her grip.
“Any more coming?” she asks, amusement creeping into her voice.
“No,” Taehee whines, even though she’s not one hundred percent sure she can actually promise that.
“Okay.” Jungha lets her sit up, and then leans over to turn her nightstand lamp on.
Taehee’s ears are on fire when she sees the aftermath of her sneeze. Not only is Jungha’s chest covered in her snot, but so is her own chest. She looks down at herself and watches a drip of moisture slide down the curve of her boob and onto her pert nipple, hanging there for a mortifying second before it drops onto the blanket below.
The laugh that comes out of Jungha sounds tired, almost on the edge of manic. She reaches up and takes Taehee’s chin in her hand, tilting her face up just a fraction.
“My poor, messy love,” she chuckles. “You couldn’t help that one, could you? God, look at your poor nose.”
She sounds too gleeful for Taehee’s liking, but she’s also glad Jungha isn’t showing outright disgust at being sneezed on. Still, she’s so embarrassed that she can’t even meet Jungha’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from the sneezes. “I’ll go get something to clean you up.”
Jungha squeezes Taehee’s chin between two fingers before letting go and peeling the covers back. “No, you can stay right here in bed. I’ll get a washcloth.”
While Jungha gets up and pads to the bathroom, Taehee quickly scrambles for the tissues. She wipes up the mess on her nose first, blowing her nose softly into the tissues until she feels like she can almost breathe again. Then she starts wiping the snot from her chest, shivering as she drags the tissue over her nipples.
Jungha returns and comes around to Taehee’s side of the bed. The washcloth she’s holding is warm and damp. It makes Taehee shiver as Jungha gently wipes her skin with it, cupping her breasts and cleaning them one at a time before leaning down to press a kiss against both nipples.
“There. All clean.”
She turns the washcloth over and uses the other side to clean herself up. She chuckles halfway through and shakes her head.
“Can’t believe you sneezed on my boobs,” she says, smiling down at Taehee. She leans down and kisses the tip of her nose. “Messy, messy, messy.”
Taehee’s ears go hot again. “You’re never going to let me forget about this, are you?” she pouts.
Jungha half-yawns, half-laughs in response. “Nope.”
She yawns again and Taehee’s heart clenches.
“We can sleep now,” Taehee urges. “I promise I won’t sneeze on you again.”
After Jungha returns the washcloth to the bathroom, she walks back to the bed slowly, heavy with exhaustion. Taehee is hopeful that she’ll fall back asleep quickly, but as she climbs back into bed she pulls Taehee back against her to cuddle.
“Good night. For real, this time.” Taehee’s all stuffed up now, her words thick with congestion.
“Night, baby.”
As Taehee settles back against Jungha’s chest once more, she can tell Jungha isn’t trying to fall asleep just yet. Instead, she’s watching Taehee, and Taehee shifts her head so she can look up at her.
She realizes that Jungha is forcing herself to stay awake so she can make sure Taehee falls asleep first, but Taehee just isn’t sure how that could possibly happen with how much her nose has been acting up. In fact, less than a minute later, she feels the tickly sensation return, fighting to break through the congestion.
“Hhhh…”
Through heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly down at Taehee, Jungha notices immediately. When she sees Taehee’s nose give a little wiggle, she brings her finger up and slides it under her nostrils, putting pressure against her philtrum.
The tickle in Taehee’s sinuses swells– builds and builds and builds– and then stops suddenly when Jungha presses her finger more firmly under her nose. Taehee is amazed that it works. It’s the right amount of pressure in the right place, and the tickle backs off, retreating to somewhere deep in her sinuses to lurk.
Taehee lets out a long, stuffy sigh of relief. She smiles, about to announce the victory, when she realizes Jungha has fallen asleep, her finger still tucked under Taehee’s nose.
Grinning, Taehee gently guides Jungha’s hand away. Jungha makes a small sound in the back of her throat but doesn’t wake up, shifting just slightly until her hand is curled in a loose fist against her chest instead.
“Thanks, sweetie,” Taehee whispers, kissing Jungha’s collarbone before changing positions so she can tuck her face into the crook of Jungha’s neck. “G’night.”
Closing her eyes, Taehee thinks she might be able to fall asleep too. Knowing that Jungha is finally getting rest makes her able to relax, and though her nose is stuffy and her headache is still lingering, she’s comfortable and cozy and warm.
Her cold has other plans for her. As soon as Taehee feels herself start to drift off, she feels another tickle teasing far up in her sinuses. This time, it grows so quickly she can only suck in a sharp breath before it’s fully building towards a sneeze.
Taehee’s mouth falls open, jaw going slack, eyes rolling up as she exhales hot, frantic breaths against Jungha’s neck.
No. Nonono. No–
“hhHH-EEHSH’ahh!”
Jungha flinches awake with a startled gasp. “Wha’?”
“Ohfuck,” Taehee groans. She scrubs a finger beneath her dripping nose, pouting. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hold it back!”
Jungha, eyes hazy with sleep, doesn’t say a word. She simply pulls Taehee closer and closes her eyes again, falling right back asleep and leaving Taehee to sniffle wetly and hope she won’t have to sneeze anymore.
CW: nose kink, sneezing, boypussy (Jimin has a pussy, Jungkook has a cock), face sitting, cunnilingus, hand job
A/N: i didn’t reread didn’t check for typos i barely even came up with a shitty ending lol
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“Your hair looks so pretty, hyung,” Jungkook pants in between sucking a path down the line of Jimin’s throat, his tongue lapping at salty skin and his lips drawing high-pitched, breathy moans out of Jimin.
Jimin grabs Jungkook’s face in both hands. “Come here.”
Jungkook pops up, his cheeks squished between Jimin’s palms. He moves his hands from Jimin’s waist down to cup his ass, tugging him closer in his lap.
“You’re so sexy,” Jimin praises. “You looked so fucking hot in those tight jeans tonight, baby. Ugh, it’s not fair–”
A small whimper slips past Jungkook’s lips. His cock is throbbing in his sweatpants, pulsing with each little movement Jimin makes.
Jimin grins. He leans forward and kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “Don’t be impatient, baby. Hyung is going to make you feel very good tonight. But someone–” he pokes the tip of Jungkook’s nose with his finger– “decided to look so fucking hot–” another nose-poke– “with his hot ass and his sexy nose–”
Jungkook whines loudly, this time in embarrassment. His cheeks flush bright pink and he tries to turn his face away.
“Hyung, it’s just my nose.”
A little shiver runs down Jimin’s spine. “Your nose is so hot. I want to ride your nose, baby. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about sitting on it for hours now.” One of Jimin’s hands slides down from Jungkook’s cheek to cup his chin, tilting it up. “Don’t think you get to stick this pretty thing in the camera all fucking night without consequences.”
“Not my fault,” Jungkook whines, squirming under Jimin. “Cameraman-nim just gets really close sometimes. It's not my fault I have a big nose.”
“Maybe cameraman-nim knows what he’s doing,” Jimin purrs, tilting Jungkook’s head back even farther. “Do you know what it’s like to see this beauty on the big screen?”
“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” Jungkook whispers, still trying to turn his face away. “They got me sneezing on screen tonight!”
Jimin cackles, head tossed back. “I know,” he croons, hips shifting back and forth in Jungkook’s lap. “Oh, that was the best thing I’ve ever seen, baby.”
Jungkook sniffs indignantly. His face is still pink. “Everyone online is saying I have a cute sneeze,” he pouts.
Poking Jungkook’s bottom lip, Jimin leans forward. “Hey, don’t pout. That cute sneeze got me wet earlier, and now it’s going to get me wet again.”
Fingers digging into Jimin’s ass, Jungkook groans in half-arousal, half-embarrassment. “I’m not gonna sneeze again,” he insists.
“Mm. You’re gonna sneeze right into my pussy.”
“I’m not,” Jungkook whines, burying his face against Jimin’s shoulder.
“You’re going to let me ride your face, aren’t you?”
Without hesitation, Jungkook nods. His cock twitches violently at the idea.
“And you’ve got a sensitive nose, don’t you?”
“Jiminnnn.”
“If you can get through the whole thing without sneezing, I’ll let you come tonight,” Jimin smirks.
Jungkook’s head snaps up. “What?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“But– but what if–?”
Shushing him softly, Jimin presses his lips to the side of Jungkook’s nose. “Lie back and get comfy.”
Jimin climbs off Jungkook’s lap and peels off his shirt. He shimmies out of his pants and underwear, then reaches towards Jungkook to stop him from doing the same.
“You can keep your clothes on. Just need your nose tonight.”
Jungkook whimpers. “Jimin.”
Chuckling, Jimin pushes against Jungkook’s chest until he flops back onto the mattress. Jungkook watches him, eyes dark and hungry, and he crawls over the top of him, pausing to lean down and rub their noses together.
“Look at you,” Jimin whispers. “So fucking hot.”
Jungkook’s hands slide up Jimin’s sides and come to rest on his hips. He keeps them there, holding on as Jimin gets into position with his legs spread on either side of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook tilts his chin up, a breathy little moan slipping out as he waits for Jimin to lower himself just a little more.
Jimin reaches down between his legs to spread himself open with two fingers, sinking down onto Jungkook’s nose with a breathy moan. “Fuck, Kook, you’re so fucking hot.”
Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose, his tongue darting out for an eager taste.
“Good boy,” Jimin praises. “Using your tongue and your nose so well, baby.”
Pausing with his tongue flat against Jimin’s cunt, Jungkook nudges his nose up against Jimin’s clit with a little whine before he resumes licking.
“My sweet boy,” Jimin chuckles, threading his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. He moves his hips in small, tight circles, letting his clit rub against the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “You feel so good, Kook.”
“Tastes so good,” Jungkook pauses to say before diving back in.
Jungkook tilts his chin up even farther, chasing Jimin’s entrance with his tongue even as Jimin shifts forward to chase his nose. The friction is delicious, and Jimin uses the grip he has on Jungook’s hair to tug him a little closer, desperate for more. He can feel himself clenching involuntarily around Jungkook’s tongue and he rolls his hips slowly, trying to savor the moment.
The second that Jimin changes the motion and starts rocking back and forth, Jungkook tenses beneath him.
Jimin can tell exactly what’s happening. In this position, the stimulation to Jungkook’s nose makes him feel it more in his sinuses. First, Jungkook’s nostrils flare, pulling in and out with soft little snuffles. Then his breathing changes, until he’s huffing out hot, panting breaths directly against Jimin’s cunt.
“Don’t you dare sneeze,” Jimin laughs, even as he’s hoping for the exact opposite.
Jungkook makes a strangled sound. Clearly, he’s not going to be able to heed that warning.
The buildup to Jungkook’s sneeze seems to stretch out forever. Jimin’s stomach clenches, his clit pulsing hotly as he grinds it against Jungkook’s twitching nose. Every hitching breath that Jungkook takes sends more heat through Jimin’s veins, until his pussy is so wet that he feels like he could slide right off of Jungkook’s face.
At some point, Jungkook stops moving his tongue. It makes Jimin move faster, rocking back and forth to keep his rhythm going. The little sounds Jungkook starts making spur Jimin on– breathy whines and broken moans– more desperate with each passing second.
Jungkook whimpers loudly when the sneeze seems to reach the point of no return. He gasps, his head rearing back, and Jimin gets the most beautiful view of the underside of his nose. He’s always loved Jungkook’s nostrils, and getting to look up them as they quiver with such an inescapable sensation makes him shiver with desire.
Jimin cannot stop himself from rutting a few times against Jungkook’s chin until he can guide his head back down, his hands fisted in Jungkook’s hair to hold him in place again. As soon as Jungkook’s nose is back against his clit, he feels the tingling beginnings of an orgasm start to build.
Simultaneously, Jungkook’s sneeze finally breaks through his defenses. Jimin can never pinpoint the exact sensation that feels so good and sends him over the edge every time Jungkook sneezes as he’s riding his face– if it’s the way Jungkook’s nose thrusts inside of him with the motion, or the wet burst of spray that covers his pussy, or maybe, the way Jungkook’s lips vibrate against his or the desperate little shake of his head the second before the sneeze explodes out of him– but he knows for certain that the image that pops into his mind of reddened nostrils straining past their limit inside of his cunt whenever it happens is the hottest thing he could ever conjure up even in his wildest fantasies.
And the knowledge that it’s Jungkook’s nose? Jungkook’s nostrils flaring right against Jimin’s heat? His beautiful Jungkook, trying so hard to maintain his composure and still failing?
It makes Jimin dizzy with arousal to know that it’s happening right underneath him.
As Jimin’s orgasm courses through him, pleasure tightening his muscles and drawing moans from his throat, it’s all he can do to hold himself up over Jungkook’s face without completely suffocating him.
Jungkook’s nails dig into his hips a second before he sneezes again, this time an open-mouthed, shivery little thing.
“Fuck,” Jimin cries out, riding the waves of his climax with unrestrained satisfaction. “Fuck, yes.”
He rolls off of Jungkook, landing on his back and pressing his fingers hard against his clit. He rubs himself in firm, wide circles, milking every last second of pleasure spasming through his body. There’s a moment where he aches for something inside, too, but it’s not as insatiable and is easily tamped down by siding one finger into his entrance and rubbing firmly there too.
Jungkook is out of breath, sniffling repeatedly as Jimin comes down from his blissful ride. When Jimin looks over at him, his face crumples.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook croaks, sniffling wetly. “Oh no, I’m sorry, I couldn’t–”
He breaks off, squeezing his eyes shut with a pitiful sniffle.
“What?” Jimin is confused for a moment, until he realizes why Jungkook seems to be on the verge of tears.
Immediately, he props himself up so his face is above Jungkook’s. He kisses his forehead, then the tip of his nose, his hand trailing down Jungkook’s chest in soothing little strokes. He can’t help but admire how absolutely lovely Jungkook’s nose looks after he’s just ridden it so shamelessly.
“Ohh, honey,” Jimin soothes, dragging his lips over the opening of Jungkook’s slick nostrils. “Fuck, baby, you did so well. Hyung was joking, okay?” He allows himself a few licks to Jungkook’s septum, then the tip of his nose that’s still shiny with Jimin’s release. “Here, let’s take your pants off, baby.”
Jungkook watches him with wide, teary eyes, barely helping as Jimin tugs off his sweatpants and his boxer briefs.
“I know I said I wouldn’t let you come if you sneezed,” Jimin says, feeling guilty. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, baby.”
“I couldn’t hold it,” Jungkook whispers, reaching up to rub his nose.
“Hyung won’t do that next time,” Jimin chuckles. He wraps his hand around Jungkook’s half-hard length and starts stroking him up and down. “I’ll just use your perfect nose to get off while you sneeze to your heart’s content.”
“Okay,” Jungkook whispers, sounding shy and a little breathless still.
Jimin doesn’t tease Jungkook at all; he gets right into jerking him off, expertly moving his hand up and down his cock until Jungkook is fully hard and arching up into his touch. Jungkook is almost silent, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Tears spill down his cheeks, and Jungkook reaches up like he’s going to wipe them away. Instead, he rubs at his nose with his knuckle, sniffing hard.
“You’ve got such an itchy nose tonight, baby,” Jimin coos, watching Jungkook continue to rub. It’s turning Jungkook’s nose a delicious shade of red. “Would you like a tissue?”
Jungkook shakes his head. He tugs his sleeve down over his hand and cups it over his mouth and nose instead, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he bucks his hips up into Jimin’s hand.
“Okay,” Jimin laughs.
Through the fabric of his sleeve, Jungkook digs his knuckles into the dip of his right nostril, then his left.
“You can sneeze if you need to,” Jimin encourages, unsure if Jungkook is still trying to hold back. “You did so well, didn’t you? Letting hyung use your pretty nose to get off. But hyung’s pussy really tickled, huh? Just think of how good it will feel to come and then blow your nose, baby. Won’t that be such a relief?”
Jungkook pauses his rubbing and looks at Jimin. He nods once, then closes his eyes again, and Jimin smiles so wide it hurts his cheeks.
Without losing his rhythm on Jungkook’s cock, Jimin grabs the box of tissues on the nightstand. He plucks out a tissue and holds it within Jungkook’s reach, an offer that he hopes Jungkook will accept.
“Why don’t you hold onto that,” he whispers.
Jungkook takes the tissue, using it to blow his nose one-handed. It seems to soothe whatever lingering tickle had been in there, because when he’s done he sighs softly, some of the tension in his shoulders bleeding out.
As Jimin works him closer and closer to climax, Jungkook’s thighs start to tremble. He has both feet planted on the bed now, hips canting up and breath hitching erratically. Jimin circles around Jungkook’s slit with his thumb, smearing precum until the head of Jungkook’s cock is shiny with it.
“I’m gonna come,” Jungkook warns him, well in advance. His nose is a bit stuffy now and it makes his voice sound like he has a cold.
“You’re gonna come,” Jimin repeats back to him, “and it’s going to feel so good, baby.”
When Jungkook comes just minutes later, Jimin praises him through it and peppers his face with kisses, pressing himself against Jungkook’s side so he can feel every tremor that runs through him. He ends it with a kiss to the very tip of Jungkook’s nose, which makes Jungkook laugh weakly.
“You love my nose so much,” he murmurs, voice a little hoarse and still stuffed up.
“Careful,” Jimin groans, slinging his leg over Jungkook’s hip. “Hearing you say ‘my nose’ in that voice is getting me wet again…”
Summary: The Kim pack’s four omegas all come down with colds at the same time. The alphas try to nurse them through it.
CW: sneezing, illness, fever
A/N: Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung are alphas. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook are omegas.
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Yoongi looks at the three beautiful sleeping omegas in his nest, his chest tightening with more than just the congestion of his budding cold– courtesy of Jungkook, he’s pretty sure.
It might not be fair to blame their youngest omega for his illness, but since all four of them started showing symptoms just this morning and Jungkook had been the only one of them who left the house this weekend, Yoongi feels confident in his accusation.
So far, the symptoms are fairly mild. They’re all sneezing a lot, and poor Hoseok has been nursing a headache all day, but Yoongi is worried that by tomorrow they’ll all be miserably sick.
“Hyung?” Jimin’s head peeks out of the blanket heap. “Hyung, I– hshh! hh-ish! kshh’uh!”
Hoseok snorts, mumbles something in his sleep that sounds like a “bless you”, and then resumes his soft, congested snoring.
“What do you need?” Yoongi asks, kneeling down. He cards his fingers through Jimin’s long hair, watching as he scrubs a knuckle under his pink nose.
“hh-ishh!” Jimin can only sneeze in reply. He blinks up at Yoongi with watery eyes, his nostrils flaring.
“Ohh, baby,” Yoongi coos, trying not to laugh when Jimin sneezes yet again. “Itchy nose?”
Nodding, Jiming scratches his fingernails down the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to scratch the itch from the outside. “T-tickles,” he whines before sneezing twice more. “hh-ish! kshh’uh!”
Yoongi looks around for a tissue. The only box he sees is the one currently tucked under Jungkook’s arm, and it looks empty. For some reason, Yoongi hadn’t thought to grab any extra boxes earlier, so he thinks they might be completely out.
“I’ll be right back,” Yoongi promises, kissing Jimin’s forehead.
As he leaves the nest room, Yoongi takes a deep breath. He’s been needing to do this all day– to let his alphas know that they’re sick– but he’s been putting it off for as long as possible. He knows the minute they find out, they will be insufferable. He’s been sneaking in and out of the nest room to get the essentials– water, painkillers, one box of tissues– but now they need more, and it’s Yoongi’s duty as the pack omega to make sure he can provide that.
Even if that means asking an alpha for help now.
Yoongi pads down the hallway. Namjoon is sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch reading a book.
“Alpha.” Yoongi is sure why he’s suddenly so nervous.
Namjoon can smell it on him, apparently. He’s at Yoongi’s side in an instant, nostrils flaring and brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, omega?”
Shoulders sagging, Yoongi sighs. “We’re sick.”
It seems to take Namjoon a moment to comprehend his words. “You’re…what?” He blinks, his face doing that complicated expression-change that makes him harder to read. “You’re sick? Who’s sick?”
“All of us,” Yoongi replies, bracing himself. “It’s just a cold. I don’t think any of you should come–”
“Hyung! Taehyung!” Namjoon is already stalking towards the kitchen, where Yoongi can hear the other two alphas conversing.
Yoongi sighs and follows him.
“Are the omegas awake finally?” Seokjin asks, peering over Namjoon’s shoulder. “Ahh, there’s my sleepy little–”
“They’re sick,” Namjoon practically shouts at him. “All of our omegas are sick, hyung!”
Taehyung shrinks back, his concerned gaze finding Yoongi’s. He lets out a whine, something that goes straight to Yoongi’s heart. Yoongi can see it in his eyes that he wants to do something, to somehow fix the fact that Yoongi is sick, but isn’t quite sure how.
Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and pushes down the very loud part of him that’s trying to seek that comfort. “We are fine. It’s just a cold. I only came out here to let you know. And to get some supplies. I don’t want any of you three getting sick too.”
Before Yoongi can even nod, Seokjin steps forward. “Sick? I thought you were all just sleeping in.”
“We were sleeping in,” Yoongi tells him. He doesn’t mention the fact that they were all up at dawn, sniffly and achy. “In fact, they’re all still sleeping, so if you could just–”
“We need to get a thermometer,” Seokjin interrupts, pacing back and forth. “We need to make doctor appointments.”
Yoongi holds up a hand. “Stop,” he says firmly, halting the worried alpha in his tracks.
Namjoon growls, low in his throat, chest puffing out. He’s always struggled with Yoongi showing any authority over the alphas– well, his alpha doesn’t like it. Namjoon, for the most part, respects Yoongi as an equal, but there’s still a fixation on biological hierarchy that trips him up sometimes.
But now, with his senses heightened and his overprotective nature in overdrive, Yoongi just knows Namjoon is fighting something within himself.
So, Yoongi waits a moment, until Namjoon seems to realize what he’s doing and backs down, taking a full step away and raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, eyes lowered. “What…” he raises his gaze again. “What do you need from us?”
Yoongi rewards him with a small smile, then addresses all three of the alphas. “Firstly, I need you all to calm down. No one is in peril. We have come down with the common cold, nothing more. Yes, I know it’s worrying that all of us got sick at the same time– it seems like a lot.”
Taehyung nods frantically in agreement. “It’s a lot,” he says. “I don’t like it.”
“Of course not, pup,” Yoongi sighs.
He opens his arms, and Taehyung practically headbutts his chest in a rush to accept his embrace. He immediately starts scenting Yoongi, pausing with a frown.
“You smell wrong,” Teahyung murmurs woefully, voice wobbly. “You smell sick. I need…need to scent everyone, need to scent my omegas, need too–”
“Remember what I just said, pup,” Yoongi reminds him, though he accepts the scenting with relief. His head goes a little dizzy with it, and the ache in his throat suddenly comes rushing to the forefront of his body’s senses.
Seokjin’s palm lands on Yoongi’s forehead. He can barely remember what he was just about to say.
“I’m fine,” he grits out, but talking makes him need to cough. He presses a fist to his mouth. “We need…need more…”
Seokjin shushes Yoongi. Taehyung whines. And yet, Yoongi can’t bring himself to be angry. He’s just– sick. He feels so, so sick, and he wants to go to his nest, and he wants his alphas to scent him and scent his omegas and he wants–
“Go get some water, Tae. And paper,” Namjoon orders.
Taehyung practically sprints out of the room. He returns in seconds with a water bottle from the fridge and a pad of paper.
Seokjin takes the water from Taehyung and uncaps it, holding it to Yoongi’s lips so he can drink.
“Tell us everything you need,” Namjoon says to Yoongi. “We’ll go to the store. Anything you need. Anything you want.”
Yoongi coughs again. “We need tissues,” he croaks out.
Taehyung scribbles it on the paper with a pencil.
“What else?” Seokjin asks, smoothing Yoongi’s hair back from his face. “Tell alphas what else you need.”
Yoongi shakes his head. It’s all he can think of right now– he just knows they need tissues.
“Hyung?” A small, congested voice comes from the doorway, and they all turn to see Jimin standing there wrapped up in a blanket.
Taehyung gasps loudly and hurries to his side. “You need to be back in your nest. You and Yoongi-hyung need to get back your nest, it’s not safe out here and you’re sick.”
Jimin startles at Taehyung frantic outburst. He looks at Yoongi, wide-eyed, and then back at Taehyung.
“You’re sick,” Taehyung repeats, pulling Jimin’s face to the crook of his neck. “All of our omegas are sick.”
“They’re panicking about it,” Yoongi informs Jimin, who is now being thoroughly scented by Taehyung. “I was just trying to get more tissues.”
Seokjin goes over to Jimin and feels his forehead. “Sweetie, tell alpha what’s hurting you.”
“Oh no,” Seokjin coos after Jimin’s sneezing fit is done. “Bless you, sweetie.”
Taehyung, who’s rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s, giggles. “Sneezy omega. So cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jimin protests, offended. “I’m gross, Tae. And I need tissues.”
Yoongi feels like his legs are getting weaker with each second they stand here in the kitchen. He turns to Namjoon and clears his throat. “Alpha.”
Namjoon straightens up immediately. “Right. Everyone, the omegas need to get back to bed. Taehyung, you go to the store and buy tissues. I’m texting you a list of other stuff we’ll need– get it all. Multiples. Buy out the whole store if you need to.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but Taehyung nods eagerly and jogs to the front door.
Then, he lets Seokjin and Namjoon usher him and Jimin back to the nest room. When they get to the door, Yoongi puts his finger to his lips in a warning to be quiet, then turns the knob.
Inside, Jungkook is exactly where Yoongi had left him– right in the very middle of the nest, burrowed under the softest blankets and sweaters, only his hair visible.
Hoseok, however, is now sitting up, his fingers massaging his temples. He looks up as the four of them enter, his face scrunching in displeasure.
“What’s going on?” he demands to know in a loud, congested sounding whisper.
“Alphas found out we’re sick and they’re trying to fuss over us,” Jimin tells him, crawling into Hoseok’s lap. He nuzzles Hoseok’s cheek with a sad expression. “Do you still have a headache, hyung?”
“What?” Seokjin yelps. “What do you mean, a headache? How long have you had a headache?”
Hoseok glares. “Can you at least be quiet?”
Yoongi sits on Hoseok’s other side, stifling a cough. “Sorry, baby. They’re just leaving,” he says pointedly, looking at Seokjin and Namjoon. “Right, alphas?”
“But–” Namjoon’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.
Jimin shivers and buries his face into his sleeve. “kshh’uh! hshh! snff. But hurry back with tissues, please? hshHH-uh!”
“Bless you,” Hoseok says automatically, wincing as his temples throb.
“Tissues. Yes. We will be back with tissues.” Seokjin grabs Namjoon’s arm and tugs him towards the door. “And headache medicine. And– all kinds of medicine.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi says, flashing the sweetest smile he can muster.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Yoongi hunches forward with another cough.
“Oh no,” Hoseok groans, reaching over to rub his back. “Don’t tell me it’s settling in your chest already?”
“Not f-fair,” Jimin complains, his breath hitching. “Mine’s– hhsh-uh! hh’kshh! Mine’s all in my nose.”
Yoongi sighs. “At least Jungkookie is able to sleep.” All three of them look to where Jungkook is sleeping. “Think he’s still alive under there?”
Slowly, Jimin crawls towards the youngest omega. He slips his hand under a sweater to feel Jungkook’s cheek. “Oh! He’s burning up!”
“Wonderful,” Yoongi groans. “Do you think Tae will manage to find a fever reducer?”
“I better go have Namjoon-hyung text him,” Jimin replies, standing up. “Need to make sure he actually gets the things we need.”
While Jimin is gone, Yoongi and Hoseok carefully uncover Jungkook’s head, revealing his flushed, sweaty face.
“Oh, my poor baby,” Hoseok coos, using the corner of a blanket to dab at his forehead. “No wonder he’s been so quiet all day.”
Yoongi slumps against Hoseok’s side, suddenly feeling weak again. “I hate this.”
Hoseok inhales sharply, his hand coming up to rest against Yoongi’s cheek. “Oh, hyung! You’re warm, too!”
“What?” Yoongi sits up again. “No I’m not.”
“You are,” Hoseok confirms, holding the back of his hand to Yoongi’s forehead. “You’re running a fever, I’m sure of it.” He moves his hand to Jungkook’s forehead, then back to Yoongi’s, nodding. “Yep. Both of you.”
“Both of whom?” Jimin asks, coming back into the nest room and shutting the door behind him.
“Yoongi and Jungkook both have fevers,” Hoseok informs him.
After that, it’s a flurry of movement– Hoseok makes Yoongi lie down, and Jimin makes Hoseok lie down, and all three of them try to get comfortable without waking Jungkook.
They are not successful.
Jungkook blinks up at the ceiling, face crumpled in sleepy discomfort. He looks like he’s about to cry, but sneezes instead– a congested, powerful expulsion. “HHH-ESH’hoo!”
“Bless you,” Hoseok coos.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Jimin murmurs, carding his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
“Can you sit up for me, baby?” Yoongi asks him, sliding his hand behind Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook resists. “Need to blow my nose,” he says. He’s so stuffed up his words barely come out. “Can’t breathe.”
“Alphas are getting tissues right now,” Jimin tells him.
Jungkook huffs out a breath, almost sneezes again, and then closes his eyes. He makes several unhappy noises, mostly through his mouth. He tries to blow air through his nose but he’s unsuccessful. “Can’t breathe,” he pouts sleepily.
“We know, baby.” Hoseok rubs his chest. “You’ll have tissues soon.”
“hshh! hh-ish! kshh’uh!” Jimin nearly falls over sideways as he twists away to sneeze. “Very soon, I hope.”
Soon turns out to be ten minutes later. Their tissues and dozens of other bags filled with the entire contents of the pharmacy aisle are delivered by all three of the alphas, who all try to hover until Yoongi kicks them out.
“I can manage the common cold,” he tells them sternly. “We do not need you three getting sick too.”
“Let us at least scent you first,” Taehyung begs.
Yoongi has them give up the shirts that they’re currently wearing instead. “You’ve already done enough scenting. You’re probably going to catch this,” he mutters disapprovingly. “You can scent us tomorrow if we’re feeling better.”
Jimin, nuzzling his face into Taehyung’s hoodie, sneezes four times in a row. “kshh’uh! hshh! hshh! HH-KSH!”
As Yoongi tries to shut the door, Namjoon reaches out and cups him around the back of his neck. “Please, omega,” he whispers, eyes wide.
Yoongi’s heart stutters in his chest. He reaches up and grabs Namjoon’s hand, gently prying it away. He reaches up with his own wrist and rubs it against Namjoon’s neck for a few seconds, then nudges him past the threshold and releases him.
“Now go wash your hands. All of you,” he says, and then shuts the door in Namjoon’s face.
Yoongi collapses back into the nest as soon as he hears their footsteps retreat down the hallway. Now that he knows he has a fever, he can feel the heat coursing through him, turning his legs into jelly and his thoughts fuzzy.
“C’mere,” he says, squirming until he’s lying next to Jungkook, who is almost asleep again. He presses himself up against the younger omega’s side, looking up at Hoseok and Jimin. “C’mere.”
Jimin lies down next to Jungkook, practically on top of him. Hoseok lies down on Yoongi’s other side, tangling their legs together and wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist.
Jimin drapes Taehyung’s hoodie over Jungkook. Hoseok bunches up Namjoon’s shirt and Seokjin’s shirt and arranges them on either side of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi pulls a blanket over them, snuggling into the warmth with a sleepy sigh. The fever is working through his system, but so is the medicine, and soon he feels himself start to drift off.
Yoongi startles awake hours later, when the room is dark, to a loud thumping sound.
“Oww,” Jungkook yelps hoarsely from the hallway. “Alpha, why are you sitting on the floor out here?”
“Quiet,” Yoongi hears Namjoon hiss. Then, “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to trip you. Let me carry you to the bathroom.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, and he’s asleep before Namjoon carries Jungkook back to their nest and places him carefully back in the middle, pressing a kiss to each of his omega’s forehead before leaving again.
A/N: there’s no reason to post these on the internet and yet here we are. but it’s my first genderswap I’ve ever posted so if someone reads it please enjoy it 🥺
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“Baby, you’ve been sneezing up a storm.” Yoonji stands in the doorway, watching Jungha scrub at her nose with a tissue. “Isn’t that pretty nose of yours going to give you a break?”
Yoonji presses a hand to her chest as Jungha plucks several more tissues from the box and wipes her nose, looking so miserable and small in their bed.
Jungha has truly been sneezing all day long. More than Yoonji has ever seen her sneeze before. It’s just a head cold, but it has to be the sneeziest head cold in the entire world with how much she’s been just sneezing. Nothing seems to be able to touch the congestion in her sinuses or the tickle in her nose– not decongestants, not steam, not saline spray.
Yoonji has been doing everything she can think of to make Jungha feel better, but it all feels worthless in the face of such an aggressive virus.
Well. There’s one thing she’s been thinking of that she hasn’t tried yet. Maybe it’s time for that.
Jungha sneezes again as Yoonji crosses the room. “ihhh’hshch!”
She sneezes as Yoonji climbs in bed beside her. “ehhh’shoo! HSHCH! hhh-SHOO!”
“Bless you,” Yoonji murmurs, reaching over to cup Jungha’s cheek as she sneezes yet again.
“hhhsh-uh!”
Jungha blows her nose. The sound is a sad, congested puff of air, followed by a slightly more productive gurgle when she tries again.
Jungha tosses the tissue off the side of the bed and slumps against Yoonji with a sigh. “I don’t wanna be sick anymore,” she groans, her voice hoarse.
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t wanna sneeze anymore.”
Yoonji watches Jungha’s nose scrunch up and laughs. “I know, baby. But I think your nose has other plans.”
Sniffling, Jungha turns her face, burying it against Yoonji’s shoulder. “Hmmphh.”
“My poor baby.” Yoonji kisses the top of her head. Then, she puts a feeler out: “Can I make you feel better?” she whispers, sliding her hand down to Jungha’s waist. “Take your mind off sneezing for a little bit?”
Jungha shivers. She’s still for a moment, quiet, but then he leans back so she can look at Yoonji. “I’m so gross,” she whispers back.
“You’re never gross. And I happen to be very good at taking people’s minds off sneezing.”
Jungha scrunches up her nose again, this time in indignation. “People? What other people are you distracting from their sneezy colds?” she demands, pouting.
“So many people,” Yoonji chuckles. “I’ve got people lining out the door, desperate for my tongue.”
Jungha’s cheeks heat up at that. She tries to press her face to Yoonji’s shoulder again, turning shy, but Yoonji gently takes her chin in hand and nudges her back again. She tucks Jungha’s hair behind her ears, her gaze sweeping over the other woman’s face– her pink cheeks, her chapped lips, the red flush under her nose and along the edges of her nostrils.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Yoonji smiles. She presses the back of her hand to Jungha’s cheek. “And warm. Should I go get the thermometer?”
Jungha shakes her head quickly. “No, I’m fine,” she says, a little breathless. I’m just…”
Raising an eyebrow, Yoonji waits, until Jungha starts to squirm under her gaze.
“Don’t tease me,” Jungha whines. “I’m sick.”
“Get comfortable then, honey.”
Slowly, Jungha pushes the covers down. She’s just wearing an oversized t-shirt and underwear, and she shivers as her skin is uncovered. Yoonji tugs her shirt up a little and leans down to press a kiss to her stomach.
“Can I take these off?” she asks, tugging on the waistband of Jungha’s underwear.
Jungha nods and lies on her back, lifting her hips as Yoonji slides her underwear off. A burst of heat licks up Yoonji’s spine when Jungha spreads her legs open automatically, opening herself up to Yoonji without hesitation.
“Oh, you’re so pretty,” Yoonji praises, sliding her hands up Jungha’s shins. “I’m going to make–”
“hshch!” Jungha cuts her off with a sneeze. She presses her finger under her nose, sucks in a shaky breath, and then holds it there for a few seconds before another sneeze breaks through her flimsy attempt at holding it back. “HSH’shoo!”
“Bless you,” Yoonji chuckles.
While Jungha sniffles and reaches for a tissue, Yoonji nudges her thighs a little wider and settles between them. She slides one hand up under her shirt, brushing her thumb along the underside of Jungha’s boob.
“Can I touch your nipples, baby?”
Jungha’s eyes go wide. Sometimes, her nipples get too sensitive– and not in a good way.
“Yeah,” she breathes out, rubbing her nose. “Please.”
Yoonji is gentle, using her thumb to lightly circle Jungha’s nipple. She keeps her touch soft, just enough stimulation for it to feel good for Jungha– which she can tell it does, because her head tips back, her mouth falling open with a breathy sigh.
“Good girl,” Yoonji whispers, pressing another kiss to Jungha’s stomach, then lower.
When Yoonji first drags her tongue between Jungha’s folds, Jungha shivers so hard her thighs tense up, pressing into the sides of Yoonji’s head.
“Relax, baby,” Yoonji chuckles, nudging her nose just above Jungha’s clit.
Jungha gasps, a prelude to another sneeze. “ihhh’hshch-uh!”
“Bless you.” Yoonji circles Jungha’s clit with her tongue, the same pace as her thumb circling her nipple, until Jungha lets out a shaky sigh and lets her legs fall open again.
The sound of Jungha’s little sniffles fill the air, and Yoonji smiles into her cunt. “You’re so cute, baby,” she says, nuzzling against her clit. “Does this feel good?”
“Feels so good,” Jungha moans, her hips shifting like she wants to press herself up against Yoonji’s tongue. “Keep going, please.”
“So polite,” Yoonji approves, turning to kiss Jungha’s inner thigh before she dives back in.
As she works Jungha towards climax, lapping up every last drop of her arousal, Yoonji spreads her hand out over Jungha’s boob and squeezes lightly, rubbing her palm over her sensitive nipple. She sucks on Jungha’s clit and listens to her gasp and moan, her stuffy voice cracking with each second of climbing pleasure.
Yoonji can usually tell when Jungha is about to come. Her thighs start to tremble and her breathing becomes erratic, her moans giving way to urgent pleas.
But tonight, all the signs are there– and then Jungha moans loudly, her hands fisting in the sheets like she just can’t quite make it there.
“Doing so good, baby,” Yoonji encourages, moving her hand down from Jungha’s boob to her stomach to rub soft circles there.
She waits for a beat, then begins licking her clit with even, firm strokes of her tongue. This is the final stretch– soon, Jungha will be crying out, overcome with an intense orgasm that will clear out her stuffy sinuses and put her right to sleep.
The fact that Jungha hasn’t even sneezed once in several minutes is great motivation for Yoonji– she’s certain that Junga is finally getting a break from that pesky tickle in her nose, finally able to focus on something else. She picks up her speed a little, keeping her rhythm even and moving her hand back up to gently tease Jungha’s nipple.
“Please– p-please,” Jungha gasps, her voice thin and hoarse. “Please.”
Yoonji keeps going. Jungha is getting so close, so beautiful strung taut with anticipation. Her little whimpers make Yoonji’s own cunt throb, but she’s only here to make Jungha feel good tonight.
“Please,” Jungha whines, high and frantic, but still, she doesn’t come.
When Yoonji reluctantly breaks her rhythm to lift her head, she sees exactly what the hold up is.
Jungha is shivering on the edge of a sneeze, her entire body shaking with two desperate, warring needs for release. Her nostrils are flaring, tears trickling down her cheeks, and Yoonji can’t even tell if she’ll be able to come at all when she’s like this.
“Baby,” she says firmly.
Jungha gasps, her eyes flying open.
“You have to just sneeze,” Yoonji tells her.
“C-can’t,” Jungha whimpers, her head tossing from side to side. “C-can’t, unnie, I can’t–”
“You can,” Yoonji urges, bringing her hand to settle between Jungha’s thighs. With her thumb, she circles Jungha’s clit, keeping up the stimulation so that Jungha doesn’t completely lose her orgasm.
She crawls halfway up, using her other hand to reach up to Jungha’s nose. She hates to even touch the raw, reddened appendage, knowing how much misery it has brought her girlfriend today, but she’s pretty sure the payoff will be worth it.
Lightly, she begins to tickle the underside of Jungha’s nose. Jungha gasps immediately, her nostrils flaring so wide Yoonji can see right up her nose, glistening and irritated. She barely has time to think– oh fuck, where is all that snot going to go?– before her touch sets off the inevitable reaction that she can now no longer reverse.
“Hhhh…hh’ihhh…hnghhHH–!”
Yoonji dives back down, suckling at Jungha’s clit as Jungha sucks in a huge breath and–
Sneeze after sneeze after sneeze shudders through Jungha’s body, and the release of tension finally seems to be the thing that tips her over the edge of climax too. She cries out, voice half-gone, her legs clamping around Yoonji’s head as her orgasm courses through her.
Yoonji doesn’t stop licking her clit, scooting forward to chase it as Jungha curls halfway up, her knees bending and her abs quivering. She dips her tongue into Jungha’s entrance, swirling it around before pressing it flat against her clit again, working Jungha through the shuddering pleasure.
Abruptly, Jungha stills, her chest heaving. She moans softly, thrusts her hips up against Yoonji’s tongue, and then sneezes once more.
“hph’SHOO!”
“Bless you,” Yoonji coos, lifting her head to watch Jungha wipe tears from her eyes.
Jungha’s nose is running, her upper lip glistening with moisture. Yoonji smiles upon seeing it.
“Such a messy release,” she teases, reaching for the tissue box. “I honestly didn’t think you would sneeze more.”
She gets onto her knees and hands Jungha a couple of tissues, which she uses to clean up her nose. She reaches out for more, and Yoonji presses them into her hand.
“hshch!” Jungha sneezes softly into the handful of tissues, her face flushed and dripping with sweat.
“Bless you.” Yoonji pats her thigh.
“Thank you,” Jungha croaks– for the blessing, or for the orgasm, Yoonji isn’t quite sure.
“Want another one?”
Jungha scrubs a finger under her nose. “Oh fuck, don’t ask me that.”
“No?” Yoonji lies down next to her and pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple. “That bad?”
“No,” Jungha groans. “It was so good, but I thought I was gonna explode!”
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Yoonji chuckles. “I really thought it would help you feel better.”
Jungha sniffles and rolls onto her side. “It did,” she whispers. “So much better.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, Jungha nuzzles sleepily into Yoonji’s chest. “Yeah. Thank you.”
Yoonji pulls the blanket over them and wraps her arms around Jungha’s waist. “Anything for my cute baby.”
next up Jungha returns the favor but she’s still really sneezy and snotty i mean WHAT
