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kawaii-kushami · 1 year

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nsfw g/olden k/amuy modern AU k/oito x t/sukishima snzfic

t/sukishima has a cold while hes away on a business trip and calls k/oito (who has the kink). they’re dating and refer to each other by their first names in this. warnings for written mess, m*sturbation, and slight discussion of kink-related shame. 2.9k words

i havent written fic in yeaaars and am just getting back into it so if it reads a little rusty that's why :') also my first attempt at writing stuffy talk so i hope it's alright!

also if for any reason this shows up in the search results for these characters please look away you didnt see anything 💀

“Home” was a modest apartment he shared with his partner, Hajime Tsukishima. Between Tsukishima’s salaried wage and the money from Koito’s well-off family supporting him through college, the two could have probably afforded something nicer, or something a little closer to the university. But that wasn’t rational, Tsukishima had said. Walking a little more and living a little lighter would be worth it to save money in the long term. Koito couldn’t argue with his partner’s sound logic, as much as he might want to.

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Otonoshin Koito slumped against the subway railing, the doors hissing to a close behind him as he sighed. It had been a long day of studying in the university library and the sheer dreariness of it had worn him out. Being bored was exhausting. But that was over now! He’d finished his schoolwork for the day, picked up a pre-made meal from the nearby convenience store, and caught the train just in time to be headed home for the night.

Koito frowned—although the expression was near indistinguishable from the permanent scowl on his resting face—as the train began to move, quickly picking up speed towards home. Coming home lately didn’t feel as exciting as it normally did. Tsukishima had been away on a business trip for a few days, leaving the apartment feeling horribly cold and lonely when Koito would turn the key and open the door to a dark and silent dwelling.

Hajime, Koito thought, I miss him. He fished out his phone from his pocket to check if he’d received any messages from his lover since he’d last checked. It had been a while; he’d had to turn it off to force himself to focus at the library earlier, so he was pleasantly surprised by the notification reading that he’d received a voicemail from Tsukishima about thirty minutes ago. The happy surprise quickly mixed with feelings of confusion and worry in the time it took the man to find and extract his earphones from his bag. Tsukishima wasn’t the type to call out of the blue or leave voicemails. Was everything okay?

Koito shoved the earpiece into his ear, wasting no time as he pressed play on the voice message.

“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy.” Was it just his imagination, or did Tsukishima’s voice sound a bit more... gruff than usual? Koito held his breath subconsciously.

“I just wandted to talk to you for a bit-” No. No, he definitely sounded congested. “Just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mb-”

Koito‘s thumb slammed against the glass of his screen, bringing the audio playback to an abrupt pause. Only then did he remember to breathe, looking up from his phone to force his mind back to the present. He stared out the window at the scenery that raced by just as fast as his thoughts. Oh my god. Is Hajime sick? Koito felt his face flush as it hit him.

He pulled the earphones from his ear and stuffed them back in his bag, removing his ability to listen to the rest of the voicemail. It was his best attempt at self control. After all, the train was not the place to be getting worked up about his lover’s sneezes! Glancing out the window once more, he grit his teeth upon seeing that he was still a good few stops away from home. He was going to have to be strong until then. At least he had found a reason to be excited to go home tonight.

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Koito made the trek from the station to his apartment in half the time it usually took, effortlessly weaving his way between crowds and passersby blocking his path. He sprinted up the stairs of his apartment building, a simple feat for his lean and fit body, and let himself into his unit at record speed. Kicking off his shoes, he hurriedly washed his hands in the kitchen and stripped off his day clothes in the bedroom—nonnegotiable hygiene essentials.

Standing there in his (expensive designer brand, of course) boxer briefs, he attempted to reign in his speeding thoughts enough to think of what to wear. Did he really need to wear anything if he was just going to get into bed and—

He shook his head, feeling a bit ashamed. Hajime isn’t feeling well! Don’t be a pervert! He decided to compromise and opted to throw on just a loose oversized tee-shirt. Flopping onto him and Tsukishima’s bed, he hastily unlocked his phone and re-opened the voice message to listen to and appreciate it in full this time.

“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy. I just wandted to talk to you for a bit just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mbe—! Heh-NNGXT!” A thick sniffle and stuffy exhale. “...See how you’re doing. I’mb back at the hotel for the ndight, so... If you wandted to call mbe back, I’mb free adnytime ndow.” A second of silence before a quiet, shaky breath. A low groan. “Fuck... Heh-NGGXXTSHhh!!” Another exhale and sniffle. “Excuse mbe. Talk to you later.” Click.

Koito buried his burning face in the plush bedding he lay on. God, he was already half hard from a couple voicemail sneezes. Was Hajime aware of what he was doing to him?! He'd told him about his unusual kink before but it hadn't explicitly come up since, leaving Koito to wonder if his partner had somehow forgotten about it. He sat up, leaning his back against the bed's headboard. It didn't matter. Tsukishima had said to call him back whenever, and he wasn't about to waste any more time. He hit the call button and put the phone to his ear. His heart pounded against his ribs as the phone rang a couple times.

"Hi, Oto," came the same slightly scratchy and deeper-than-usual voice he'd heard on the recording.

"Hajime! Are you alright? Sorry I didn't pick up earlier; I just got home." The words tumbled from Koito's mouth.

Tsukishima gave a quiet chuckle that quickly turned into a brief but rough-sounding cough aimed away from the phone. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath. Did you just run home or something?" The small smile on his lips was audible.

"...Maybe." He had hurried home, and he wasn't about to tell Tsukishima his breathlessness was more from excitement than physical exertion at this point. "Wait, don't avoid the question! Are you coming down with something? You sound pretty sick."

"...Yeah." Tsukishima sniffled and a short cough followed, as if the acknowledgment of his current state had suddenly allowed him to let his symptoms out. "I think I caught something on the bullet train coming here. It just took a couple days to set in but...” His voice trailed off, replaced by sharp, hitching gasps, quickly building up until the sneeze overtook him. Koito held back the urge to moan softly, feeling the blood rush to his lower body as he pressed the phone speaker closer against his ear in anticipation.

“HH’KNXXSSHoo! Ah... Ow...”

“Hajimee!” Koito cried, chiding his lover. As much as he was getting off on this, he still legitimately felt bad for Tsukishima. That half-failed stifle sounded painful; it probably scraped the man’s already sore throat. "Bless you, but also be careful!"

Tsukishima breathed a small laugh at his own miserable state. “I dond’t know why I evend... hahh... tried to... ah...” A moment of silence (or perhaps noises so small the phone didn’t pick up on them), before he mumbled, voice wavering, “Excuse mbe... I have to sndeeze againd...” His breath hitched, turning into deep, long inhales and exhales as the second sneeze took its sweet time, lazily teasing at his irritated sinuses. Koito's own breaths began to mirror Tsukishima's as he listened to the drawn-out buildup, Tsukishima's stuffed-up breaths loud in his ear going straight to his dick. Finally they reached their peak, the older man succumbing to the whims of the virus dominating his body.

“HEHH’DZSSHHHOO!! Heh-TSCHHHHoo! Ah... Heh...! HEH’TSCHHHhuh!!”

The sound emitted from the phone speaker was loud. Hajime must not have moved the phone away very much, Koito concluded. God, those sneezes sounded increasingly wet, he thought, unable to help but picture Tsukishima doubled over in his hotel room, thick spray and mess dripping from his cold-ridden nose as he worked through the fit. His cock twitched and strained against the confines of his underwear at the combination of hearing the sneezes and mental image they evoked. “Bless you, Hajime,” Koito breathed, unable to hide his vocal arousal anymore.

Tsukishima’s response didn’t come immediately; instead Koito heard him blow his nose, as if stalling before hesitantly asking, “Are you... touching yourself?”

Koito froze, a twinge of guilt filling him at the perceived accusation. Having told his partner about the kink, he couldn’t be sure that Tsukishima wouldn’t be offended by the thought that he was getting off on his uncomfortable situation. “U-Um... No, I—”

“It’s okay if you are,” Tsukishima interrupted, backpedaling upon hearing Koito’s defensive tone. “I... I want you to.” He pinched at the shallow bridge of his nose, staving off another tickle threatening to overtake him. Koito didn’t say anything, prompting the other man to continue. “I figured it’d be better if my misery could at least be put to use. And... I miss you.”

A wave of emotion swelled in Koito’s chest at those last words. Tsukishima was rarely verbally affectionate, so he was elated when he received even the smallest bit of it. “Hajimee,” Koito whined softly, “you called me just to let me hear you sneeze?”

Tsukishima didn’t respond right away, preoccupied with rubbing roughly at his flaring nostrils as the prickly irritation quickly spread from deeper in his nose. The movement jostled the loose fluid in his nose, the watery squelch of it audible through the phone. The simple knowledge that he was struggling to fight off another sneeze further aroused the younger man, and now with his lover’s permission, he took his fully hard cock from his boxers and began to slowly stroke it.

“Ndot just... hhh... so you cand hear mbe sndeeze...” Tsukishima managed through short gasping breaths, his voice thinning with the need to sneeze, “I also wandted to—hhih! ...H-Hear your vo—hh’ISSCHHHoo!! Heh...EH’ISSHHHHh!!”

Immediately following the second sneeze was a loud clatter, then the distant sound of Tsukishima sniffling and swearing.

Koito couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Bless you. Did you drop your phone?”

More rustling before a somewhat less distant sneeze— “IISCHHHHhhuh!—fuck.”—and exhaling another swear much more closely into the receiver. “Ugh. I dropped mby phonde and thend sndeezed all over it.”

“Bless you. I love you,” The younger man breathed, the smile on his lips audible but mixed with soft moans as he worked himself faster. “You’re so cute. Did you shake too much when you sneezed and dropped your phone?" He teased. "Are you in bed?” The questions kept flowing in his brain as he tried to visualize the exact situation his sick beloved was in.

Tsukishima flushed at the barrage of compliments and attention. “I’mb ndot ind bed... I suppose I should be though.”

“You need to rest, Hajime! I’m about to come over there and put you to bed myself!”

“I... wish you could.” It embarrassed him to vocalize his sappy desires, especially ones involving him needing to be taken care of, but his want to fuel Koito’s imagination prevailed.

Koito sighed longingly. “I wish I could hold you and take care of you and tuck you in and—”

“HH’ISCHHHHHoo!! Sorr—hh-EISSCHHHHH!! Sorry. I didnd’t meand to indterrupt.”

Koito’s lustful babbling dissolved into a loud moan, his hips jolting involuntarily, fucking harder into his hand. “Ohh... bless you, Hajime...!”

Tsukishima sniffled wetly in response, his tired eyes falling shut for a moment. Something about that last pair of sneezes had really brought forth his exhaustion that’d been building throughout the day. “I’mb going to put you downd for a second to chandge out of mby clothes so I cand get ind bed.”

Hearing the rustling of the phone being placed, Koito closed his eyes and pictured his lover beginning to unbutton his shirt, his nose red and damp around his lightly twitching nostrils. His lips would be chapped and parted; no doubt the man was so stuffed up he’d need to breathe through his mouth. Koito wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue into that open mouth and overwhelm his senses just the same as that cold virus was doing.

A distant, irritated groan preceded sudden sharp hitching breaths heavy enough for Koito’s perceptive ears to pick up on. He thumbed at the precum dripping down his shaft, the fluid wetting his palm to glide faster, smoother over his sensitive cock. Tsukishima was probably shirtless by now, exposing his shuddering chest and tightening abs as he built up to a sneeze, head tilted back in helpless anticipation.

There was a moment of silence before he heaved a long sigh and sniffled thickly, the sneeze seemingly lost. Then came the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and falling to the floor. More rustling indicated he’d picked the phone back up and was getting into bed.

“Okay. I’mb ind bed ndow.” His congested breaths came softly in quicker puffs now as if the exertion of simply stripping and climbing into bed had worn him out. He pinched and rubbed at his drippy nose, wet little noises coming through the phone speaker.

“Good,” Koito panted, “You poor thing, Hajime, you sound awful. You went to your work meeting earlier, right? Even while you sounded like this?”

Tsukishima coughed out a short sound of affirmation. “It was horrible,” he grumbled, “I couldn’t stop sndeezing and people kept looking... hehh... even though I... s-suppressed themb all...” His breath caught shakily. “Excuse mbe, I’mb going to—”

Koito’s mind swam with a plethora of images: Tsukishima red-faced and shamefully stifling his way through an itchy and desperate fit, his best efforts to remain unnoticed still drawing attention in the quiet meeting room. Tsukishima slipping out as quietly as possible to blow his horribly clogged yet still unmanageably drippy nose in the restroom, probably rubbing his poor skin raw on cheap rough toilet paper, miserable and guiltily missing essential work-related info. No wonder he’d been sneezing so openly all evening, he must've tired himself out stifling those desperate sneezes all day! And of course, he pictured the current Tsukishima on the other end of the phone, stripped down to his boxers in bed, drinking in heavy gasps of air through his chapped lips as he waited for the sneezes to overtake him. Brows furrowed and muscles tensed in preparation, warm liquid threatening to drip to his lips from his pink, flaring, quivering nostrils—

“HEH’IISSSCCHHHHoo!! Hhh... heh—!”

The sneeze tore through his body, so loud and so wet. Lying down must’ve made the thick fluid packed in his sinuses shift in a way that overwhelmed Tsukishima’s senses, prickling and irritating his nose horribly. Koito moaned a blessing, stroking himself rougher, faster, as the pressure to come built rapidly.

“HH’TDSSCHHHHOO!! Fuck...” A hurried series of sniffles and hitches followed the second sneeze. Staving off the urge to sneeze again as best he could, he apologized. “I’mb sorry, I’mb ndot... heh...! Great for condvers-hhh-ationd... a-at the mbombe—hHHIH’SSSHHHHHOO!!”

Koito could practically hear the amount of thick spray and mess his lover sneezed out, no doubt splattering cold-laced fluids onto the hotel blankets, down onto his bare chest, or freely into the air—whatever position Tsukishima had found himself in. “God, bless you Hajime. No, you’re doing wonderfully, you’re so hot, I love you.” He gushed breathlessly, dazed by his kink-fueled lust. Hearing Tsukishima gear up for yet another sneeze, Koito couldn’t take it anymore. “H-Hajime,” He gasped his lover’s name, “Hajime, I’m going to come.”

Tsukishima couldn’t even respond, still caught in the throes of his fit, nose desperate to rid his body of the itch. “HIH’TSZZHHHOO! ...hhh... HEH’TSSCHHHHHoo!! EH’TSSCHHHHHH!!”

Koito reached his climax, crying out blessings and “Hajime”s as the hot cum spilled from his cock, coating his fingers and dripping onto his abs, not unlike how the viscous mess streamed down Tsukishima’s lips and chin post-fit. They both lay there breathing together for a moment, though one was clearly more miserable sounding than the other.

The silence was broken by the sound of Tsukishima plucking several tissues from the box on the bedside table, rustling noises indicating he’d chosen to wipe himself up before blowing his nose thickly into a fresh tissue. Despite his efforts, his voice still left his lips bogged down with congestion, sounding even more groggy post-fit than he’d sounded before.

“God, Hajime, I love you. Are you okay?” Koito asked, his tone genuinely worried. He cradled the phone to his ear more snugly, as if trying to embrace his partner long-distance.

Tsukishima nodded, eyes closed, taking his time to respond. “...I just ndeed to sleep. ...I... have to get up early to go hombe tomborrow.”

Koito’s heart jumped a bit at the reminder they'd soon be reunited at and the newfound knowledge that he’d get to live out his caretaking fantasies as soon as the next day. “Oh, that’s right! I can’t wait to see you. I’ll meet you at the station!”

There came a mumbled noise of agreement, and then silence.

"I'll bet you're glad to get to go home now, then you can really rest properly in your own bed."

He was met with another long silence, no hitching breaths or anything.

"Hajime?"

Nothing. The poor man must’ve fallen asleep, worn out from struggling with his head cold all day. The thought was so pitiful Koito could almost cry.

“Goodnight Hajime. I love you.” He whispered, then hung up the phone.

#kk fic #snzfic #snzblr #sneeze kink #prayinggg that things under a readmore dont show up in search results.. i tried to test it on my main and i think it's ok but #fingers crossed 💀#i don't think im fully satisfied with this but it's collecting dust in my drafts so im releasing it into the wild

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visualtaehyun · 3 months

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Another entry for firecracker Kuea's inner thoughts leaking out~ Yet again color-coded for ease of understanding, as follows: Kuea, Lian, polite, impolite, particles

Disclaimer: Not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

เฮีย จะทำอะไรอ่ะ อย่าเข้ามานะ /Hia, ja tam a rai a? yaa khao maa na/ = Hia, what are [you] doing? Don't come any closer!

ครับ หายไปใหน เดี๋ยวนี้หนูเกื้อพูดจากับเฮียไม่มีหางเสียง¹เลยนะ /"khrap" haai bpai nai? diiao nee nuu Kuea puut jaa gap Hia mai mee haang siiang loei na/ = Where is [your] polite ending particle? You speak to me so curtly/informally¹ these days.

มันใช่เวลามาสนใจไหมวะ ไอ้เฮี้ย² /man chai weh laa maa sohn jai mai wa, ai hia/ = Is this really the time to care about that, you dick²?

หนูเกื้อพูดว่าอะไรนะ /nuu Kuea puut waa a rai na/ = What did you say?

¹ พูดจาไม่มีหางเสียง /puut jaa mai mee haang siiang/ = speak without (ending) particles, speak curtly -> Particles are words that hold meaning and serve a function but generally don't fall under any other grammatical category. หางเสียง /haang siiang/ literally means 'tone tail' and thus refers to sentence-final particles, specifically, of which there are many in Thai. Speaking properly/appropriately involves using the right ones for the right occasion and context because all of them express the speaker's feelings, intention, relationship to the listener etc. In this clip, we hear three different ones:

นะ /na/ = polite, used to soften, to state/ask/request, to plead etc.

ครับ /khrap/ = polite, respectful, typically male, often pronounced as คับ /khap/ informally; this is what Kuea should use with Lian, elders, strangers, people of higher status etc.

วะ /wa/ = informal, impolite, familiar; this is okay for Kuea to use with his friends and age mates

² ไอ้เฮี้ย /ai hia/ -> Thai is a tonal language and the only difference between the usual Hia เฮีย and this เฮี้ย /hia/ is just that. By pronouncing it in high tone, it becomes another pronunciation/spelling for เหี้ย /hia/, which is a rude insult along the lines of asshole, dick, shithead, son of a bitch- take your pick lol. If it was only ไอ้เฮีย /ai Hia/, it would be questionably rude enough - ไอ้ /ai/ is acceptable to use for people of equal or younger age that you're familiar with, e.g. Kuea callis Diao ไอ้เดียว /ai Diao/, but otherwise it's rude and used for cursing as in ไอ้เฮี้ย/ไอ้เหี้ย /ai hia/ = asshole, etc.

We see this flip-flopping between how Kuea's been taught to speak vs. how his inner voice talks apparently lol again in this ep. 7 scene, for example:

ของใครอ่ะเฮีย ของเฮียหรอครับ /khaawng khraai a, hia? khaawng hia raaw khrap/

อยู่ในบ้านเฮียก็ต้องเป็นของเฮียสิ /yuu nai baan hia gaaw dtaawng bpen khaawng hia si/

เออวะ ... ขอโทษครับเฮีย เกื้อตื่นเต้นไปหน่อยอ่ะ /uuhr wa ...khaaw thoht khrap, hia! Kuea dteuun dten bpai naawy a/ = Oh, yeah. ...Sorry, Hia! (apologizing for speaking impolitely just now) I'm a little too excited.

#cutie pie the series #liankuea #nunew chawarin #zee pruk #zeenunew #bella rewatches ning hia #local woman harps on about linguistics #i LOVE the dialogue in this show #and i love rewatching it as i gain more proficiency in thai 🥹#fingers crossed for no typos or formatting mistakes in this post 💀

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