#sneeze poll

A. Cort + Gella

Cort could barely hear the deep moaning that came with each great heave of Gella’s ass cheeks. It was only when her pelvis raised with every bounce that he was able to get a brief glimpse of light. The quarter of a second where Cort had the closest view possible of Gella’s pert little asshole was a heavenly vision. He often wished there could be a way for him to linger in this moment, but the slap of her ass cheeks on his forehead was far too intoxicating to ever delay. He didn’t think there was any force in existence, magic or otherwise, that could stop the weight of Gella’s ass. “Theeeeeeretherethere….” she moaned deeply, hips grinding with need, need and more need. “R-Right there….Ohh--Ohhh, Cor…Corry…”

He offered her a smile, even knowing that her untamed bush would cover his mouth from view. He was just glad that this big, damnable nose of his could be used to give her an orgasm in so many different ways. 

She wasn’t even moaning out his name anymore. Every sound out of Gella’s heaving chest was wordless, needing, primal. The only thing that could interrupt her approaching orgasm-- "Hh--!" "H-Huhh--!" --was an approaching sneezing fit...from the both of them.

B. Subway Babe

The subway has been stalled for ten minutes now. The silence is only broken by a single sniffle. Nobody with the misfortune of traveling without earbuds thinks anything of it. Then, one sniffle turns to two. Three. They grow wetter. Heavier.

Only those crammed within a two-foot radius are able to see the culprit herself. Her nose is squirming, sensitive, and getting louder by the moment. She at first tried to get her running nose under control with a single abused tissue that is surely her last hope. She is in a loose-fitting tank top with jean shorts and a small clutch purse. Nothing on her person to use to cover other than her hands. 

"Hey," a nearby woman says, taking her headphones off. Her brow is knit in concern as she watches the sniffler's expression grow more and more distant. Her nose is getting completely out of her control. "You okay?"

She is unable to answer with anything more than a shake of her head. The sniffler steadily becomes the snuffler, and the snorter, in her attempts to stave off a sneeze. It torments her. The nearby observer takes this as her cue to try to escape through the crowd. 

"Oh, no..."

C. Brin + Maddox

Maddox stood without a word. He approached Brin on the couch, cock in hand. Once he reached her, Brin simply gave Mad one slow, aroused blink. They needn’t any conversation; She took him into her mouth. 

A shock of arousal rippled up Mad's spine. His knees quivered, unsteady with the waves of need. His eyes crossed. Brin’s tongue had some sort of magic in it. The feeling of her pretty mouth around his cock alone could have sent him over the edge. Then, she added movement to it. And sound effects. 

 Little moans rumbled in Brin’s throat as she tended to the heated tip. Mad wound his fingers in her curls. Fuck, he was already so close to cumming. He’d gotten so hard, so fast just watching her sneeze. The vision of her full lips closed around his shaft would provide him masturbation material for the rest of his life. 

Her eyes were closed, focused on pleasuring his cock before her nostril spasmed. Brin’s thick brows knit together as her nose reacted, wriggling and scrunching with ticklishness. His cock twitched with need inside of her mouth. “Brin--” Mad was barely able to breathe out before his shoulders hiked up with a low, needing moan that nearly buckled him at the waist. The suction around his cock that came with her poor, congested sniffles was making him see stars.  D. Cara + Nosebot

The moment she turned the device on, the silicon nostrils sloooowly expanded with an inhale. Holy shit, it really did sound like a person taking a deep breath in through their nose. 

 She turned the nose over in her hands, examining every inch. As she did so, the nose continued to move on its own accord. Tiny nose twitches. Sniffles. Scrunches to the bridge…

“Hehhhh…”

She hadn’t expected the sound of a hitching voice. Cara held her breath, eyes wide. What exactly was this nose sensitive to?

Carefully, she slid one finger into the right nostril. At first, she debated on what to do. Somehow, it felt like there was hot breath, inhales and exhales, against her fingers. Finally, Cara decided on using her index and middle finger to tenderly stroke the damp wall of its septum.