imagine...you're tied to a chair with your arms behind your back...and (insert whoever you'd like here) is straddling you and knows they're about to have a sneezing fit. maybe it's allergies, maybe a cold, but they can just FEEL it coming. and instead of turning away or covering or apologizing or any of the usual "sorry my nose is out of control" things, they tease and playfully threaten you with it, saying things like "i don't know...i just can't seem to hold it back," "it's coming, whether you like it or not...and it's gonna be big--hhHEH- and messy- aahhHhehhh-"
and. they sneeze all over you, pretending they can't control it, but really they're purposefully trying to let every possible sneeze out, never holding back for a moment. into your chest, your neck, everything.
partner knows about your kink. handsome mutual friend is sneezing all throughout the get-together.
they can tell how turned on you are, and you can tell how bothered and envious they are. so when it comes to the inevitable fucking at the end of the night, they are really trying to prove to you that they can do it better.
sneezed like ~10 HARSH singles while doing an analytics final project tonight, lfg? Staying up this late with the possibility of coming down with something is not my finest moment
as a Genuinely Not Sneezy Person™, this weather changing has made my nose SO runny this morning and I’ve sneezed like 6-7 (lol) times already and it’s not even 9am. I THOUGHT I was getting over being sick but now I worry I’m coming down with something else. My nose feels so tickly and wet, and it’s running and making my lips damp. Sneezes are coming out wet-sounding and I embarrassingly sprayed my light lavender shirt in class just now. Sure everyone around me is disgusted so I thought telling the niche community of mfers who’d appreciate it was called for lol. I can already feel my nose getting chapped and it’s all red and irritated.
Update: I was indeed coming down with something again and have continued being sneezy (sneezing ~10 times a day which again is a LOT for me) all week, if it was still in question my body was rejecting me I got an uggo ass cold sore on my chin on Wednesday and started coughing up green shit (I’ve given up trying to make this sound sexy lmfao it’s simply not I fear). Did I mention I had two collegiate choir concerts this week? Anyways happy Friday fuckers 🫶🤧
as a Genuinely Not Sneezy Person™, this weather changing has made my nose SO runny this morning and I’ve sneezed like 6-7 (lol) times already and it’s not even 9am. I THOUGHT I was getting over being sick but now I worry I’m coming down with something else. My nose feels so tickly and wet, and it’s running and making my lips damp. Sneezes are coming out wet-sounding and I embarrassingly sprayed my light lavender shirt in class just now. Sure everyone around me is disgusted so I thought telling the niche community of mfers who’d appreciate it was called for lol. I can already feel my nose getting chapped and it’s all red and irritated.
I started noodling at this drabble way back in July as an experiment with second person perspective. I couldn't really figure out where to go with it, though, so I decided that maybe it's fine as is. Slightly nsfw. Please do not reblog to non-kink blogs, minors DNI.
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"I don't... have to sneeze."
His hands slide a little further along your outer thighs, his fingertips twitching as they just barely skirt the swell of your ass. Your knees press into the crease of the couch, bookending his hip bones. You hover over his lap, and you can tell by that grip slowly traveling up your legs and the bulge that's starting to tent his jeans that he wants nothing more than to pull you right against him. At the moment, however, something else requires his full concentration.
"I don't h-have to snhh— t-to sneeze."
"Hmm, no?"
You give the feather in your hand another lazy twirl in his left nostril and are rewarded by a twitching flare. Your other hand snakes through his hair, your nails grazing his scalp as you flex your fingers.
"Could've fooled me," you coo.
He sniffles and pants, opening his eyes to look at you as a tear crests one corner to leave a glistening trail down his cheek.
"M-my nose r-really wahhnts to... b-but... but I don't... hh... don't h-have to..."
Cheeky. He knows how much you love it when he says shit like that. His nose wants it. A purr sounds in your throat, but you only give him a slow nod.
"Ohh, I see. Well, if your poor nose wants it that badly..."
You push the feather in a little deeper.
"Wai- nono- hih-hehh!"
His eyes snap closed, brows pinching together. His chest shudders with a staccato of rapid hitches, culminating in a strangled whine as he teeters on the edge. He barely manages it, but he is successful in holding back, and that pent-up breath is released in a relieved, albeit shaky, sigh. Your smirk is catlike.
"Mm, well done."
He shivers at your praise, hips bucking just enough to brush his erection against you.
"I s-said I dihihhdn't have t-to sn-... to snehheeze- hih! Nngh, oh God..."
"Riiight."
You retract the dampened feather ever so slowly, relishing each little scrunch and wriggle and flare as his nose struggles against the teasing. He gives a hard, wet sniffle. It's not the only thing hard and wet.
You take a moment to lower yourself and grind against him briefly, enough to make him moan with desire and a hint of impatience. You lean in close, and he lifts his chin, but instead of connecting your lips with his, you brush them against the tip of his nose.
"Mmnh,” he whines, “that tih-tickles..."
"Aw, your nose is so sensitive right now, isn't it?”
“It's a-always sehhehnsitive.”
He sniffs again with urgency. A lovely pink flush has already spread around his nostrils and is creeping up his nose. More color rises in his cheeks.
“That's true. Hmhmm, my sweet, sensitive darling…”
You grab a clean, dry feather from the side table and lift it to his right nostril, brushing the fluffy fibers gently along the outside rim. The sound he makes is so delicious it sends a jolt straight to your groin.
“Oh p-please— mmnh!”
You lick your lips, anticipation stoking the fire in your belly.
“What's that? Something you need?”
He shakes his head slightly, which achieves little aside from brushing his irritated nose across the feather.
“N-no, I do- I d-don't ha- hah-hihahH! hhhave t-t-to- sn- sne-heh sneeze!”
“No? Are you sure?” You draw the words out in a sultry taunt as you slip the tip of the feather inside his nostril to prod the inflamed, ticklish flesh.
He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a desperate whine punctuated by fluttering hitches. Ah, what a wonderfully oversensitive nose this man has. He's reaching his limit.
“Come on, love.” You soften your voice with a thread of tender compassion. “You can say it.”
He manages to crack one eye, both now streaming tears.
A triumphant grin spreads across your face as you lean in again, your fingers in his hair tightening their grip.
“Hmm? You're gonna…?”
“Sneh-hehheeze!”
The feather pushes deeper, and it's over. His chest expands as his lungs draw deep.
“Heh! HEH! HEHHT’CHIEW!”
His head snaps forward, guided by your hand behind his head so that he sneezes right into your chest. The force of it against your skin is so harsh it makes your legs astride him clamp down on his hips as your toes curl.
He lifts his head and fixes you with a glassy gaze, eyes red and lashes dotted with tiny, crystal drops. The moment doesn't last long, and in the next his eyes are screwing closed again, his lungs already pulling in another shuddery breath.
“Heh’ISSHhiew! HEHHSHhieww! I-I- I can't- hh’TCHIEW! ’TCHIEW! ’TCHIEW!”
You hold him close as his sneezing turns fittish. Sharp outbursts mist your chest.
“Ohh, that's it. Let it all out, sweetie.”
He presses himself into your shoulder, your neck. His nose twitches against your skin as he is wracked by sneeze after sneeze after sneeze with hardly room for breath.
“I know you can't, sweetheart.” The feather, no longer needed, is cast aside. Your free hand then goes to his back, stroking up and down along his spine as the force of his hitches flutters against your palm. “Don't worry. I've got you. Just let it all out.”
“M-my n-nose is s-so tih- so tih-hihh! T-t-hih-hehh-HEH! HETSSHIEW! HEH’SSSHIEW! HEHH-TCHIEWW! HEH-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW-ISSHIEW! -Snnf- Nngh… huhh… ticklish… itchiew!”
He leans against you, boneless, his back heaving under your hand as he pants and gasps, your touch gentle as you continue running your fingers up and down. He sniffs wetly, his nose scrunching and flaring against your shoulder.
“I… I-I couldn't… huh-hold it anymore. Mnf… issh-isshiew!” A groan buzzes against your skin as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. His somewhat muffled voice gains a pouty edge. “S-still tickly… -snnf-”
You turn and press a kiss to the side of his head. “You did the best you could, love. I know how hard it is for you to hold them back.” You glide the fingers in his hair down to lightly stroke the back of his neck, then purr in his ear:
Someone who has an aversion to sneezing around others, consciously or subconsciously, for better or for worse, they just cant! but their nose doesn't get the memo.
Instead when they feel a sneeze, they hitch endlessly towards nothing, their shoulders hiking up, and up, and up without a stopping point. Their breath seesaws between sharp little gasps and reluctant, bursting sighs when the sneeze doesn't come to fruition. Theyre at the mercy of the performance their nose is giving, their eyes crossing, uncrossing, fluttering closed, and suddenly snapping back open while the tickle waxes and wanes in it's ferocity. Their panting hitches turn to vocalizations, each rising with a greater sense of urgency and warning, stuttering into each other until the maddening sensation ebbs again, and their pent up breath slowly winds out of them. They'd draw less attention to themselves if they could just sneeze this tickle away, but for all the theatrics theyre making over the urge, their nose is too shy.
The longer it takes them to slink off and address the ticklish sensation in their nose, the stronger the eventual fit has to be to satisfy their nose's protest to being tickled for so long. At least they can find some relief in private
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