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i posted this guy on ao3 too, it's maybe a little easier to read it all there? also apparently it's 11,297 words so that's fun. felt more like 500 words when writing lol
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A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”
Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny.
Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.
Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.”
Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.
“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”
Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.
“HETCHhoo!”
Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.
“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.
“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”
Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That’s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles.
“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”
Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming.
“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.”
Bam barks impatiently. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “Gimme a sec…gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”
He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”
“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin.
“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies.
They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze. He finally crunches forward, aiming a shuddering sneeze into his hand.
“ehhhSHOO!”
Bam barks in response.
Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.
Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.”
Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head.
“Your poor appa has hay fever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks, so he can take you on walks again soon.”
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
🔞 minors/ageless bios DNI. such accounts that follow me or interact with my content will be blocked.
“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”
Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny.
Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.
Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.”
Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.
“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”
Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.
“HETCHhoo!”
Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.
“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.
“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”
Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That’s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles.
“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”
Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming.
“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.”
Bam barks impatiently. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “Gimme a sec…gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”
He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”
“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin.
“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies.
They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze. He finally crunches forward, aiming a shuddering sneeze into his hand.
“ehhhSHOO!”
Bam barks in response.
Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.
Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.”
Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head.
“Your poor appa has hay fever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks, so he can take you on walks again soon.”
Summary: Lifeguard Jungkook shows up to the beach with a terrible cold and beachgoers Taehyung and Jimin do not let that stop them from their horny attempts at getting to know him on a more personal level.
A/N: i did a lot of editing/rewriting to make this more fic-like and tbh maybe made it a little bit less hot (to me). also this wasn’t supposed to see the light of day and it’s kinda scary to post it please don’t judge me but also just double check the warnings and don’t read it if you don’t want to read those things ok!!!
A/N 2: I decided to split this into two parts so the warnings below are for the first part. i’m not sure yet i’ll actually post part 2 so if not, imagine jungkook getting some comfort & caretaking and such. I think i might just post the outline/sections that i have for part 2 and not complete it fully.
Content Warnings: snot, messy sneezes, illness, fever, dubious consent (mostly due to jk having a fever), non-consensual touching, objectification, public handjob, public masturbation
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Jimin spends a good five minutes laying out his beach towel, smoothing down the edges and angling it perfectly so he’ll be in full sun– and, more importantly, in full view of the lifeguard stand.
Taehyung is the opposite. He tosses his towel down haphazardly in the sand under the umbrella, pushing his sunglasses up and grabbing a bottle of sunscreen. Before he opens it, however, he turns to look at the lifeguard stand nearby, squinting up at the empty seat.
“I hope Jungkook is okay. I haven’t seen him yet today.”
Jimin turns around and raises an eyebrow. “Who’s Jungkook?”
Taehyung’s mouth opens and closes silently like a fish out of water.
“No fucking way,” Jimin whines, half impressed. “You talked to him? Without me?” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You horny fucking bastard.”
“I’m sorry.” Taehyung ducks his head guiltily. Then, he looks back up, eyes flashing in delight. “Jiminie, he’s fucking gorgeous up close. He’s a goddamn tree. And he’s more of a himbo that we could have possibly guessed.”
Jimin feels a shiver run down his spine. “Fuck, Tae.”
“I know.”
Now, they both turn to look at the unoccupied lifeguard stand.
“Well. There’s no use putting this on if he’s not here to watch us today,” Jimin pouts, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen and tossing it into his beach bag. “I’ll move my towel under the umbrella with yours.”
“Wait.” Taehyung throws his arm out across Jimin’s chest. “Look.”
Jimin looks. There, trudging across the sand, is the beautiful, beefy lifeguard– Jungkook, apparently. He’s wearing his usual bright red shorts and his sexy sunglasses, but he’s also wearing, to Jimin and Taehyung’s immense surprise, a big gray hoodie.
“A hoodie?” Jimin gasps. “In this heat?”
“Who cares!” Taehyung exclaims, diving for the beach bag. “Sunscreen time!”
Jimin scrambles to take his t-shirt off. He tugs his swim trunks down low on his hips and adjusts his sunglasses, turning to face the lifeguard stand square on. Reaching up, he gathers his long blonde hair into a messy bun, securing it on the top of his head with a hair tie.
Taehyung squeezes a heaping pile of sunscreen into his palm. “Go time,” he whispers, and then rubs his hands together before standing at Jimin’s side.
“Tae!” Jimin screeches as soon as Taehyung’s hands touch his skin, rubbing the sunscreen into his exposed chest. “Ahh, it’s so cold!”
His dramatics have the desired effect; Jungkook’s head snaps in their direction, his sunglasses-protected gaze scanning the empty beach until he locks in on Jimin and Taehyung.
Taehyung grins and massages sunscreen into Jimin’s pecs and abs. “You’re sooo sensitive, Jiminie!”
Jimin arches his back into the touch. His skin is glistening under the sunshine, and he knows he looks damn good like this.
“TaeTae, stop! You know my nipples are sensitive!"
The lifeguard– Jungkook, Jimin reminds himself– stares in their direction, mouth open.
Taehyung lifts a hand into the air and waves. “Hello!”
Jungkook turns and looks over his shoulder. Jimin can see the visible confusion on his face despite his sunglasses, and it makes him giggle. When Jungkook looks back at them, Taehyung is still waving.
Lifting his own hand, Jungkook starts to wave back, but then he stops, frozen, mouth falling open even wider.
“What is he doing?” Jimin hisses through his smile.
“I think he’s–”
iiiihh-shoo!
A sneeze bursts out of Jungkook like he’s spitting it out, and based on the way his mouth is still open and he doesn’t cover his face, Jimin’s willing to bet there’s quite a bit of actual saliva coming out.
The sneeze sounds almost desperate. It also sounds, if Jimin is being completely honest, germ-ridden, and it makes his stomach swoop in an unidentifiably uncomfortable way. But the dazed look on Jungkook’s face and the little whimper he makes afterward– a pathetic noise that carries easily over the sound of the waves– turns that feeling straight into arousal.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung huffs, his teeth out in a wide smile. “That is not a sound you want to hear at the beach.”
“No,” Jimin agrees.
“Look at him– aw, he’s gonna sneeze again. Wonder what’s bothering hi– awww, look at him, Jiminie! Sorry, but he’s cute when he sneezes? How is that fair?”
Swallowing back a reply, Jimin watches as Jungkook sneezes again. And then again. And then a third– fourth?– time.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung whistles.
“Holy shit,” Jimin echoes, frowning as Jungkook drags the sleeve of his hoodie under his nose. Even from this distance, Jimin can see the trail of snot left behind that turns the fabric a darker gray.
Jungkook seems to have forgotten about them by the time he’s done sneezing. He turns around, searching for his lifeguard stand like he’s lost track of it, and then he’s climbing up into the seat.
“Fuck. Thought he might come over today.”
Jimin nods and puts his hands on his hips. “Let’s go to him.”
“What?”
“Let’s go over there. Last week when we tried our other plan, he didn’t think we were drowning and he just waved at us. Imagine if we had actually been drowning?”
“Right. So…we’re gonna go talk to him?”
Nodding, Jimin starts walking. “More than just talk, if I have anything to say about it.”
As they approach, Jungkook sneezes again. His whole entire big muscular body lurches forward. Jimin and Taehyung watch in horror as he keeps going, sliding to the edge of the chair and wobbling precariously back and forth as the entire stand rocks forward, then backward.
They can only watch in horror as another desperate look crosses Jungkook’s face, his head tipping back and his chest expanding far enough that Jimin can see the hoodie stretching taut. One of Jungkook’s hands grip the edge of the chair, and the other hovers in front of his face, trembling, until the sneeze finally escapes.
Jimin starts to run. He can see what’s about to happen from a mile away– but luckily, he’s only a few feet away now.
The sneeze sends Jungkook tumbling forward. He tries to stop himself, but ends up twisting sideways, one hand gripping tightly onto the armrest of the chair until it slips from his grasp and he falls to the ground.
Luckily, the ground isn’t so far down.
Jungkook lands feet first and then rolls back, flopping flat onto his back in the sand. He doesn’t make a sound– just lies there, his expression frozen in shock.
“Holy shit, are you okay?” Jimin yelps, kneeling next to Jungkook.
Taehyung dives to the ground on his other side, hands hovering over Jungkook’s chest.
“He needs CPR!” Taehyung shouts.
“No,” Jimin replies, trying to stay calm. He can see that Taehyung is not staying calm. “He just got the wind knocked out of him.”
“Mouth-to-mouth!” Taehyung exclaims, but Jimin stops him with an arm across his chest before he can get his mouth on Jungkook’s.
“Taehyung,” he snaps, eyeing Jungkook’s chapped lips. Pretty, but chapped. “He’s fine. He just needs a minute to recover. He’s still breathing, okay?”
Jungkook is groaning between them now, his eyes closed and his fingers digging into the sand. Jimin puts a hand on Jungkook’s chest and shudders at the feeling of all that muscle under the sweatshirt.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “You’re okay. You’re Jungkook, right?”
Jungkook’s eyes fly open. He sucks in a huge breath and then coughs.
“Shh, okay. See, you’re okay. Just had a little fall, hm?”
Taehyung’s hand join’s Jimin’s on Jungkook’s chest. “And you’re still breathing,” he supplies helpfully. “So we don’t need to do CPR.”
Jimin snorts out a laugh. “God, Tae. You really want to kiss him when he’s all…” He gestures vaguely at Jungkook’s face.
“Yes,” Taehyung replies without hesitation. “I do. Don’t you?”
Honestly, Jimin gets it. Even with his red, runny nose and the chapped lips, Jungkook is hotter than hot. His face is pretty, his body is divine, and for some reason every little sound he makes and every expression that crosses his perfect face is driving Jimin wild with lust.
Currently, Jungkook’s breathy little pants as he tries to catch his breath are giving Jimin unholy thoughts. The way he’s looking up at them, his gaze endearingly hazy, is causing Jimin to imagine what other activities might lead to that kind of befuddled, empty stare. He just knows that Jungkook would have such a pretty org–
Jimin comes to his senses, shaking his head to clear the mental image of Jungkook’s imagined pleasure, and realizes that his dick is half-hard and Taehyung is running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair like they’re already lovers.
“Hey,” he blurts out, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist before he can stop himself.
Taehyung gives him a cheeky grin and squeezes Jungkook’s hand, which apparently he’s been holding with his other hand. “I think he caught his breath, Jiminie.”
Jungkook is panting, loud and noisy. Slowly, they help him into a sitting position. Up close, Jimin can see that his nose is visibly running, and prays that the lifeguard has a pack of tissues somewhere on him.
Jungkook wipes his nose with his wrist, and looks between Jimin and Taehyung, blinking a few times.
“Oh,” he says softly, breathless. He’s all congested and hoarse, but his voice is surprisingly sweet. “It’s you guys…”
“Oh? You recognize us, huh?” Jimin smirks. “You’ve been watching us, haven’t you?”
Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink, but he nods earnestly.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve been watching you too.” Jimin reaches for his shoulder. “Are you feeling okay now? Do you want to stand up?”
Jimin moves his hand down to Jungkook’s bicep, feeling him up through his hoodie as he watches Jungkook sniffle dazedly and seemingly try to decide if he is in fact okay to stand up now or not. After a minute, he nods. Jimin, who’s squeezing Jungkook’s forearm now, moves his hand back up to Jungkook’s shoulder and smiles.
“Okay, great. Want some help?”
Sniffling wetly into his sleeve, Jungkook shakes his head and pops right up off the ground, startling both Jimin and Taehyung.
“Whoa,” Taehyung chuckles, holding out both hands like he thinks Jungkook is going to fall down again. “Easy, big guy.”
Jimin brushes the sand from his knees and straightens up. Jungkook is taller than him, and a little taller than Taehyung, too. It feels like he’s towering over them, broad-shouldered and confidently taking up every bit of space that his muscular body fills.
Then, Jungkook sniffles, and he seems to shrink back a little, eyelashes fluttering in irritation as he drags his hoodie sleeve under his nose again.
“Do you happen to have any tissues?” Jimin asks him, peeking around for a backpack or something.
“Tissues?” Jungkook asks.
“For your nose,” Jimin prompts.
After a second, Jungkook’s face lights up with understanding. “Oh, yeah. I have a cold,” he announces, his voice deep and raspy.
“Yes. You poor thing.” Jimin tilts his head. “Why did you come to work today?”
Jungkook also tilts his head, looking legitimately confused by the question. “I come to work every day.”
Taehyung laughs, head thrown back. “Did you hear that?” he asks. “Hilarious.”
“Don’t listen to Tae,” Jimin rushes to say when he sees the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “I’m sorry you have a cold. You must not feel very well.”
“I’m really cold,” Jungkook agrees, turning big, watery eyes on Jimin, his voice thick with congestion. “And my nose is stuffed up.”
Something comes over Jimin that he’s never felt before, something he’d never be able to put into words. He reaches up, cupping Jungkook’s flushed cheek, and longs to pull him into a hug.
A hug.
A hug won’t do, though.
Not even when Jungkook is leaning into the touch like a cat, unashamedly rubbing his fever-flushed cheek all over Jimin’s palm, his eyes closed and a blissful smile spreading across his face.
Instead, Jimin slides his hand down to the side of Jungkook’s neck, where his skin is even hotter, and swallows back most of his concern.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jimin coos. “You’re burning up. Why don’t you take this off and come into the water with us to cool down?” He tugs at the hem of Jungkook’s lifeguard hoodie.
Wet a wet, wet sniffle, Jungkook nods and lifts his arms up, and Jimin coos again, tugging the hoodie up and over his head.
The sight that meets them is glorious. They’ve seen Jungkook shirtless before, of course– it’s the main reason why they come to this beach, after all– but seeing it up close is a different story.
As soon as the hoodie is off, Jungkook’s skin erupts all over in goosebumps, and he shivers once, a full-body thing that makes his toes curl into the sand and his teeth clatter together. Taehyung had certainly been right– Jungkook is big. Big. So big that Jimin’s cock twitches at just the thought of Jungkook in the gym, working out every day, pumping iron with those big glorious muscles.
He could probably take on Taehyung and Jimin both at once, easily, without a single struggle.
His skin is beautiful, too, glowing and blemish-free, with tiny little moles sprinkled all over– and he’s flushed from his face down to his chest. Jimin’s eyes go straight to his nipples, tiny and perky and rock hard, and then to the tiny trail of peach fuzz below his belly button that disappears into the waistband of his swim trunks.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s hand flies up to hover in front of his face, and he makes a squeaky, congested little sound, his face scrunching up adorably.
“You okay?” Jimin chuckles, breathless, aroused.
Jungkook reaches out with his other hand, trying to grab something without really looking– because his eyelashes are fluttering rapidly, his teary gaze unfocused. Jimin and Taehyung watch him, slightly confused, until Jungkook manages to get his fingers around the hoodie that Jimin is still holding.
“Oh, are you too cold? Do you–”
Jungkook grabs onto his hoodie and yanks it back, bunches it up in front of his face, and sneezes mightily right into the fabric.
“iiiihh-shoo!”
The sneeze sounds wet. It’s followed by a second wet sneeze– htsch’shoo!– and an even wetter sniffle.
“Fucking gross,” Taehyung says, but he sounds more amused than disgusted.
Jimin himself is completely speechless.
With a shuddering, desperate inhale, Jungkook sneezes yet again. “hhhh-IHHCH’shoo!”
Jungkook finally lifts his head. There’s a string of snot that goes with him, stretching between his nose and the hoodie until he sniffs hard and it breaks.
“Repulsive.” Taehyung laughs, bright and delighted. “Bless you!”
Jungkook doesn’t respond. His eyes are already rolling up again, his massive chest heaving with frantic breaths.
“hhHH! hihhh! hhHH-IIISHOO!”
Most of the sneeze makes it into the hoodie. Some of it, Jimin can see, does not. Jungkook shakes his head back and forth, scrubbing his nose against the damp fabric, and then looks up with red-rimmed eyes and a bright red nose.
“Bless you,” Jimin murmurs reflexively. “Can you stop? I mean, are you…done? With the…the sneezing?”
Jungkook nods his head eagerly and it reminds Jimin of an overexcited puppy.
“Yeah,” he says, voice trembling in a very unconvincing way. “M’done.” He drops the hoodie into the sand at his feet.
“Good.” Jimin smiles at him. “That’s good.”
Jungkook’s neck and ears turn red at that. His nostrils flare dangerously, but he jams a knuckle under his nose. Jimin can see, because Jungkook’s lips are slightly parted, his tongue pressing up against the roof of his mouth.
Jimin looks over at Taehyung, raising his eyebrows when Taehyung looks back. Without a word, Taehyung nods and takes Jungkook by the elbow.
“C’mon, big guy,” he says, grinning when Jimin snorts in amusement. “Let’s go down to the water. You know how to swim, right?”
Jungkook blinks his big round eyes, processing the question. Or more accurately, not quite processing the question.
“It was a joke,” Taehyung tells him, and Jungkook stares for a second longer before his face breaks into a big grin.
“Oh,” he giggles hoarsely. “I get it.”
Jimin is almost positive that Jungkok does not, in fact, get it.
Almost shyly, Jungkook starts walking, his breath hitching when Taehyung’s hand slides down to grab his hand. Jimin smiles and takes Jungkook’s other hand, and Jungkook lets himself be pulled toward the water without hesitation. He only stops once they step foot into the ocean, cool waves lapping at their feet, and squeezes both of their hands in warning before–
“HHH-SHOO!”
“Bless you,” Taehyung says, but it’s drowned out by another sneeze.
Taking both of his hands back, Jungkook scrubs at his face, sniffling loudly and rocking back and forth between his feet.
“When-hhh! Whenever I step into cold water when I have a cold it makes me sneeze like crazy,” he tells them, clearly holding back another sneeze.
“That’s very specific,” Taehyung laughs. “Jimin sneezes when he drinks red wine.”
“That is not necessary information,” Jimin mutters, but he’s too busy ogling Jungkook’s bulging biceps to be annoyed by Taehyung’s oversharing.
Jungkook’s hands are big and his fingers are long and Jimin imagines, as Jungkook uses his thumb to swipe over the tip of his nose, what they might look like rubbing the tip of something else.
“Let’s go a little farther out,” Jimin suggests, wading through the shallow water.
Waves lap at their legs as Jimin leads Jungkook deeper into the ocean. Taehyung guides Jungkook from behind with a hand on the small of his back, and Jungkook sniffles pathetically, his nose dripping and his congested breathing loud over the sound of the waves.
They go to where the water is waist-deep. There’s not a single other beachgoer nearby, so Jimin doesn’t feel too guilty about occupying the beach’s only lifeguard for a moment. Standing in front of Jungkook, he puts both hands on the lifeguard’s waist and strokes the skin just above his waistband with his thumbs.
“So, Jungkook,” he murmurs, “you’ve been watching us, hm?”
Jungkook nods. His hands reach out, hesitant at first, but when Jimin gives him a smile they settle on Jimin’s hips.
Taehyung comes to stand behind Jungkook. He slides a hand up to the back of Jungkook’s neck, and his other hand wraps around Jungkook’s waist, palm pressed against his abs.
“What do you like most about watching us?” Taehyung asks, his lips brushing Jungkook’s ear.
Shivering, Jungkook ducks his head, biting his lip like he’s too shy to say it.
“Did you know an orgasm can help clear up a stuffy nose?” Taehyung says conspiratorially, like he’s letting Jungkook in on an especially good secret.
“Really?” Jungkook replies, looking back up. “I didn’t know that.”
Laughing, Taehyung glances over at Jimin, raising his eyebrows. They have the same idea at the same time, both reaching down into the water to palm at the front of Jungkook’s shorts. Jungkook shivers at the touch, whining softly, and Jimin feels a thrilling rush of blood straight to his face and his cock– Jungkook is packing. He’s big. Bigger than Taehyung, even.
“So big,” Jimin gushes, looking up at Jungkook’s face. “I bet you look so pretty with your cock out, sweetheart.”
“Ahh–” Jungkook shivers again, and thrusts his hips forward, his head tipping all the way back.
“Let’s see.” Jimin unties Jungkook’s swimsuit just enough to tug the front down a little, pulling Jungkook’s cock out. “Look at you. Already getting hard for us? Even when you’re all sneezy?” Jimin purrs, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s thick length.
Jungkook nods eagerly, proud. “I can get hard even when I’m sneezy.”
Taehyung cackles. “He’s hilarious,” he says to Jimin, his hand joining Jimin’s around Jungkook’s cock. To Jungkook, he says, “Very impressive,”
Face flushing, Jungkook’s hips jerk forward again. His red nostrils flare wide, and for a moment Jimin thinks he might sneeze, but instead he just moans loudly, his breath coming in shallow, hitching gasps.
“I…I’ve behhh…been thinkin’ about this for w-weeks," he admits, his voice hoarse but unashamed.
Taehyung grins and presses his own erection against Jungkook’s ass. “Yeah? You’ve been watching us sunbathe and imagining us touching you like this?"
“Y-yeah.”
Taehyung’s grip tightens, and Jungkook whines, his cock twitching. The waves toss them gently back and forth, but Jungkook is like an anchor, unmoving.
It doesn’t take long before Jungkook is shaking all over, his glowing skin flushed all over and drenched in sweat, his thighs trembling as Jimin and Taehyung pull him closer and closer towards climax. Taehyung keeps a hand on his stomach, feels his abs clenching as he pants out whiny, whimpering moans. Jimin reaches up and toys with Jungkook’s nipple, pleased when Jungkook arches into the touch with a breathy moan.
“I’m–” Jungkook gasps suddenly, voice cracking, and Jimin grins.
“Gonna come, sweetheart?”
A desperate cry tears from Jungkook’s throat. He brings shaky hands up, one to grip Jimin’s wrist by his chest and the other to hover in front of his face, half-clenched in a fist.
“I’m…I…I-hhh…”
“That’s it,” Taehyung soothes, keeping up his rhythm as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Jungkook’s neck. “Come for us, big guy.”
“I’m guhhh…I’m g-gonna– hhh…”
Chest heaving, eyes rolling up, Jungkook shudders beneath their ministrations, his entire body tensing up.
“I…ihhh’hghh–”
“Don’t fight it,” Jimin chuckles, tugging his wrist free and brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s nipple again. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
Jungkook does something with his head, half nodding and half shaking it back and forth, like he’s unsure of what’s about to happen to him. Which, Jimin realizes, could be true– what if Jungkook has never had an orgasm before? What if he’s only touched himself, never been touched by someone else?
“You’re doing so well.” Jimin changes tactics a little, smoothing his hand up Jungkook’s collarbone, reaching up to cup his face. “We’re gonna make you feel so good. Just let go, okay?”
“I’m–”
Whatever Jungkook is about to say dissolves into another whimper as Taehyung sucks on the underside of his jaw and Jimin’s thumb swipes over his slit, over and over in time with every movement of their hands together on his cock.
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart,” Jimin whispers, his own heart pounding as he watches Jungkook fall apart.
Jungkook gasps then, his body locking up with a shuddering, desperate inhale. For a moment, he’s suspended like that, frozen where he’s teetering on the edge, until–
“hhHH-GHH’SHOO!”
A loud, wet sneeze explodes messily outward in a spraying arc. Jimin feels it splatter against his bare chest, his shoulder. His cheek, maybe, but before he has a chance to dwell on it, Jungkook’s cock pulses in his hand and he’s spilling out across Jimin’s fingers and his forearm, ropes of cum shooting out like it’s been uncorked by the force of the sneeze.
Through it all, Jungkook trembles and whines, pleasure mixed with intense relief mixed. Eventually he slumps forward, hands returning to Jimin’s waist, blissed-out and runny-nosed.
“Wow,” Taehyung whistles.
Jimin looks over to see that he has a hand down his swim trunks, working himself furiously under the material.
“Wow. Fuck,” Jimin adds, still processing the fact that he’s just been sneezed on and cummed on simultaneously. “Fuck.”
Jimin’s cock is hard, too, but for some reason he doesn’t reach for himself, even as the heat in his gut grows at the sight of Taehyung jerking himself off. Instead, he closes his eyes and captures the mental image of Jungkook’s helpless desperation in the seconds before he’d orgasmed– and sneezed, what the fuck– and tucks it away in the back of his mind for what will surely be a mind-blowing jerk-off session later on, when he’s alone.
“You’re so sexy,” Taehyung says roughly, pressing himself up against Jungkook’s ass again. “God, you’re so sexy, Jungkook–”
Jungkook tries to turn around and look at Taehyung, but he’s too slow as Taehyung pulls himself out and slots his cock against the defined line of his crack. Through Jungkook’s swim trunks, Taehyung rubs the head of his cock against Jungkook’s hole, rutting his hips forward until he’s coming with a growling moan.
“Ohh!” Jungkook gasps weakly in surprise, his cheeks turning pink.
He bends forward, arching into the touch, and Taehyung lets go of himself to grab onto his waist with both hands.
“Fuck,” Taehyung spits out, jaw clenched as his pleasure racks through his body. “You’d take me so fucking well, wouldn’t you, big guy?”
Jungkook nods frantically and sniffs back an unholy amount of snot that’s threatening to drip from his nose. “Yeah.”
Even though Jungkook has already come, his cock twitches as Taehyung comes over the back of his shorts, forehead pressed against the back of Jungkook’s neck.
They stand like that, Jungkook sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, and catch their breath. The ocean washes away most of the evidence of their debauchery, but Jimin can feel Jungkook’s snot drying on his skin, so he dips down into the water to scrub it away.
Jungkook watches him, blinking slowly, completely unbothered by the fact that he’d so thoroughly marked Jimin. Taehyung cleans himself up too, and Jungkook adjusts his swim trunks with shaky fingers, carefully tying the drawstring closed again.
Then, Jungkook pinches his nose and drags his fingers down, dipping his hand into the ocean afterward to clean off all of the snot that comes with it. Jimin fights back that funny disgusted-aroused feeling again and gestures towards the beach.
“We should get out of the water.”
As they start making their way back to the shore, Jungkook starts sneezing again– tired, congested little sneezes that come in sets of two and three, aiming them into a cupped hand.
“hgsh-uh! eghh’shoo!”
“Bless you,” Taehyung murmurs, watching Jungkook rub his nose before he starts walking again.
A second later, Jungkook stops again. “hh-hgsh-uh! ahh’hpsh!”
Each time he has to sneeze, he stops for a moment, like he can’t walk and sneeze at the same time.
“hgshch! hp’shoo! eghh’shoo! Fuck,” Jungkook groans, dragging his forearm under his running nose.
Taehyung chuckles and nudges Jungkook to keep moving. “Bless you.”
The next time Jungkook sneezes, he stumbles forward a bit, until Jimin catches him by the elbow. “eghh’shoo! nnhhh-EHH’shoo!”
“Goodness,” Jimin murmurs, watching Jungkook’s nose run onto his upper lip. “You’re not gonna stop, are you?”
Jungkook looks almost alarmed at that, but then his face crumples and he’s sneezing again. “nnhhh-EHH’shoo! hh-ehh’shch!” He sniffs hard and shakes his head. “Need to blow my nose,” he says, whiny and stuffed up.
“Aww,” Taehyung coos. “Let’s go find you a tissue.”
“Oka-hhh– ehh’shch! gshsh-uh!”
They make a detour to where their stuff is under their umbrella, but there isn’t a single thing in Jimin’s bag to use as a tissue there. Jungkook stands there rubbing his red nose raw and sneezing repeatedly while Jimin looks around, thinking.
“hhh-ehh’PTCH! gshsh! hpshch!”
“Let’s go check by the lifeguard stand,” Taehyung suggests. “Jungkook, did you bring any tissues with you today?”
“N-nn– iiighh-shoo! hh-hgsh-uh! No?”
He doesn’t sound very sure, but they make their way over anyway. After a brief search, they still come up empty. Since there aren’t any tissues, Jimin finds the next best thing– Jungkook’s sweatshirt, already damp, still in the sand from where he’d discarded it earlier. He picks it up between two fingers and shakes it to dislodge as much sand as possible before passing it to Jungkook, who takes it and looks at it in confusion.
“For your nose,” Jimin says, gesturing at Jungkook’s face.
Despite his apparent lack of understanding, Jungkook has no choice but to bring the sweatshirt up to his face, sneezing wetly into the fabric until he’s left exhausted and stuffed up and shivering.
“Blow,” Jimin instructs, holding onto Jungkook’s elbow to keep the sweatshirt up to his face. “Blow your nose.”
Luckily, Jungkook obeys without question, exhaling forcefully into the sweatshirt.
“Yuck,” Taehyung chuckles, a sickened yet fascinated expression on his face by the sheer volume of mucus being expelled. “Sounds like you’re really congested.”
Jungkook wipes his nose one final time on one of the hoodie sleeves and then drops it back into the sand.
“Why do I want to take him home so we can take care of him?” Taehyung asks, speaking about Jungkook as if he’s not standing right there.
“It doesn’t feel right to just leave him here,” Jimin agrees. Especially not after what they’ve just done in the ocean. “And I think he still has a fever…”
Taehyung frowns. “Okay. Let me look for a number or someone we can call. There’s got to be a backup lifeguard, right?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook croaks, looking sleepy. “There’s a backup lifeguard.”
“Perfect! Do you have a phone number?”
It takes Jungkook a moment after he nods to take action, and then he reaches into the pocket of his swim trunks and, to Taehyung and Jimin’s horror, pulls out his phone.
“You had your phone in your pocket?” Jimin yelps.
Taehyung laughs.
Jungkook, tapping futilely at his dark phone screen, looks like a sad puppy. He looks up at them, nostrils twitching, and sniffles pitifully.
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“I don’t think it will make me sneeze.”
Jimin can’t stop the exasperated expression that crosses his face. “It will.”
Taehyug shakes his head, persistent. “Really, I don’t think it–”
“Yes. It. Will.”
“Nuh-uh. Let me smell it.”
“Use your imagination,” Jimin huffs, leaning away from Taehyung’s reach. “You’ve smelled black pepper before. It smells the same as it always has.”
“You let me smell the garlic powder,” Taehyung whines.
“And what happened? Hmm?”
Taehyung sniffles at the memory. “...Almost sneezed,” he admits quietly. “But I didn’t sneeze.”
“Taehyungie, please. Pepper makes you sneeze and we don’t need you sneezing all over dinner. Back up a little bit.”
When Taehyung relents, pulling his arm back and taking a tiny step backward, Jimin takes the opportunity to liberally sprinkle pepper over the food on the stove, moving so quickly he’s done in just a couple of seconds.
And that’s exactly what Taehyung is planning on.
As soon as Jimin sets the pepper shaker back down on the counter, Taehyung hip checks him and takes his place in front of the pot, leaning down and inhaling deeply through his nose. Some of the pepper, floating in a hazy cloud in the air just above the food, gets sucked up into his nostrils.
“Tae, you brat!” Jimin yelps, grabbing Taehyung by the shoulders. “Now you’re gonna–”
The sneeze explodes out of Taehyung just after Jimin manages to spin him to face away from the food. Another sneeze is already building, if his frantic inhales are anything to go by.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Aish.”
Taehyung shoots him a pleading look, scrubbing at his nose, but Jimin just crosses his arms and watches and he pitches forward with a helpless fit of thunderous sneezes.
When he’s done, there are tears streaming down Taehyung’s cheeks, his nose bright red and his face flushed.
“Aigoo,” Jimin coos, almost forgetting he’s annoyed. “Bless you.”
Taehyung whimpers. “Smells spicy.”
This time, when Jimin rolls his eyes, he leaves them up looking towards the heavens. “He says pepper smells spicy, aishhh.”
“Spicy and peppery,” Taehyung sniffles pathetically.
“Go wipe your nose and wash your hands,” Jimin instructs, slapping Taehyung’s ass. “Now.”
“Snfff. ‘Kay.”
From down the hall, as Jimin picks up the spoon and stirs the food, another loud sneeze rings out– the start of round two of what is sure to be many, many pepper-induced sneezing fits, until Taehyung’s system clears itself out…
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Jungkook loves flirting with Namjoon.
What he loves most about flirting with Namjoon is how fucking easy it is to rile Namjoon up. All he has to do is bat his pretty eyelashes or do a few body rolls or show off his side profile or– fuck, Jungkook doesn’t even remember how long the list is now of things that get Namjoon’s attention on him. All he remembers is that if he looks cute or small, he’s getting pinned up against a wall after the concert ends.
Jungkook didn’t realize for a long time, when he first started working out, that he wanted big muscles because he wanted big muscles. He wasn’t envious of Namjoon– he was lusting after Namjoon’s big beefy biceps.
Namjoon is cute. Soo fucking cute. He’s got dimples and the best smile Jungkook has ever seen and hair that makes Jungkook want to bite something. But it’s his arms and his chest that really get Jungkook’s body making good use of the post-concert hormones and turning them straight into arousal.
Today, after they get off stage, Jungkook can tell Namjoon’s pretty tired. He himself is tired– and weirdly stuffed up, like he’s got the beginnings of a cold or something. He’s pretty sure it’s just allergies, but he’s been worried about it for a couple of hours now and he’s almost glad to see how slowly Namjoon is moving towards him. More like a protective stalk and less of a preying chase.
Still, Jungkook turns and silently leads them down a hallway. They came down here last night– literally, both of them, Namjoon down Jungkook’s throat and Jungkook in his damn underwear.
There’s a room at the end of the hallway. Jungkook opens the door, flips on the light, and steps inside. Namjoon closes the door behind them. He seems to be able to tell that Jungkook is moving a little slower, too, and does what he always does when it’s not a frantic make-out night or a horny free-for-all night; he opens his arms, inviting Jungkook into his big, muscular embrace.
Between Namjoon’s arms. Head resting against Namjoon’s chest. It’s Jungkook’s favorite place to be. He puts his hands on Namjoon’s pecs, brushes his thumbs over where Namjoon’s nipples are, but Namjoon’s shirt is thick and he doesn’t react much.
“I think I’m going to need to take allergy meds tonight,” Jungkook murmurs into the skin of Namjoon’s throat. “Feel kinda– kinda…”
Jungkook’s breath hitches.
Namjoon tenses.
For a moment, time seems to be frozen. Jungkook can’t think about a single thing, can’t do a thing– there’s only a tickle in his nose and absolutely nothing else. It’s holds him in suspension for entirely too long, teasing the edges of his blurring consciousness–
“hh-ESH’hoo!”
His first sneeze makes him lurch forward and with nowhere to actually go, he ends up pushing Namjoon back a step with the force of it. Namjoon wraps his arms around Jungkook, holding him tight as a second sneeze forces its way out right after.
“EHHSHTCH’shoo!”
There’s a third sneeze, hovering so close that Jungkook is already preparing for it, so when the feeling dissolves abruptly he whines loudly.
“Oh,” Namjoon says after a beat, his arms tightening their hold. “Bless you.”
The sneeze comes right back. It brings friends. They’re determined, and they are persistent, tickling through Jungkook’s sinuses
“hhh-EHHSH’shoo! hh’ESHtch! EHHSH’shoo!” Jungkook sniffs, lets his jaw fall back open, and hopes this last one will finally relieve the itch–
“hhh’HPTCHSH!”
The last sneeze does, in fact, relieve the maddening tickle, but it comes at a cost– a spraying release, right into Namjoon’s chest. Jungkok can feel it, messy and explosive. His eyes are watering, too, and there might be a little drool on his chin from when he’s been panting open-mouthed, waiting for the sneeze to come.
All of it gets rubbed onto Namjoon’s shirt, because Jungkook figures it’s already a lost cause and he’s going to be taking this shirt off of Namjoon in seconds from now anyway. He nuzzles into the fabric, wipes his nose and his eyes and his chin.
And then, he looks up, blinking to clear his vision so he can see the look on Namjoon’s face.
It’s…quite a look. Namjoon’s pupils are blown wide, but he’s not looking at Jungkook. He’s looking down, at his shirt. More specifically, at the damp spot there.
Jungkook giggles. It bursts out of his chest, swells in his throat. “Sorry, hyung,” he says– just words, not an actual apology. “Did I get your shirt wet?”
Namjoon is squeezing him so tightly now it’s almost hard to breathe. Jungkook wiggles an arm up to his face and rubs his nose. He’s still feeling stuffy, though maybe slightly less so now that he’s been able to release some of that pressure. He wiggles a little more, just until Namjoon loosens his grip, and reaches for the hem of his shirt.
“Let me take this off for you,” he says sweetly, still watching Namjoon’s face.
A huff of air comes out of Namjoon’s mouth, his lips pursing into something almost angry-looking. Jungkook strips his shirt off and cups Namjoon’s pecs in his hands.
“Fuck, hyung, you’re s-so– ohno– s-sorry,” Jungkook stutters, actually feeling slightly apologetic about what’s about to happen next–
“EHHSH’shoo!”
This sneeze is wetter than the last, and now there’s no shirt to catch the spray. Goosebumps erupt all over Namjoon’s skin. His nipples harden, stiffening up into beautiful little peaks. His skin, now glistening with Jungkook’s saliva, is almost beautiful if Jungkook doesn’t think about how that saliva just got there.
“Bless you.” Namjoon is looking up now, towards the ceiling. “Bless you, baby.”
“Hyuuung,” Jungkook whines, because he knows why Namjoon is looking up like that. “Stoppit.”
“Kook,” Namjoon replies, strained. “You said– you need to take your allergy meds. You need to get home, and–”
Fuck it. Jungkook leans forward and licks over Namjoon’s left nipple. Slightly salty, but he can look past it. Especially when Namjoon shudders at the touch– a violent, head-to-toe shiver that makes Jungkook have to lean forward to chase him, licking over his nipple again.
“Hyung. I promise I won’t sneeze on you again.”
Namjoon looks down sharply, his brows drawing together.
Jungkook sniffs. He lets his tongue peek out past his lips. He’s ready to lick Namjoon’s other nipple, but first, he has to make sure he’s picking up what Namjoon is putting down. “I promise…I will sneeze on you again?”
In two seconds flat, Jungkook’s back is shoved up against the wall behind him, and Namjoon’s mouth is on his. In his. Around his. Jungkook can’t wait to look in the mirror later and see how swollen his lips are.
Moving his hands to Namjoon’s bare waist, Jungkook tilts his head back a little and moans into the kiss.
And then immediately freezes, breath hitching sharply.
“H-hold on,” he pants, trying to pull away. “I have to sneeze again.”
The look in Namjoon’s eyes makes heat pool low in Jungkook’s belly, even as the need to sneeze takes over his remaining functions. Jungkook can feel himself being tugged forward, until the tip of his nose brushes against Namjoon’s collarbone. Namjoon murmurs something that sounds obscene, his hips rutting forward against Jungkook’s thigh.
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