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Jisung shouldâve known the moment he walked through the dorm door that he was dead. Basically a pig for slaughter.
Because seven pairs of eyes snapped toward him the second he stepped inside, and all of them carried that same expression...that mixture of betrayal, amusement, and giddy anticipation. And maybe, maybe, he could have run if he hadnât frozen right there like a deer in headlights.
Too late.
âTake. Your. Shirt. Off.â Chan said, arms crossed, voice thick with the kind of sweetness that meant danger.
Jisung clutched his hoodie like a shield. ââŚWhy?â He glanced between all the members.
âBecause,â Minho said, stepping forward with that slow predatory walk, âLike an idiot, you got more tattoos.â
âI didnâtâ well I didââ His words tangled together as Changbin grabbed him by the back of the hoodie and physically hauled him toward the couch.
They didnât even pretend to fight fair. His wrists were tied above his head and attached to the damn support column behind the couch, stretching him out just enough that his ribs and stomach were vulnerable. His hoodie was peeled off and discarded. His undershirt was pushed up to his armpits. Every inch of his torso was exposed, includingâ
Those tattoos.
Seven of them now, all littered across his torso. His sides and ribs and tummy covered in the gorgeous red ink.
Seven lip prints. Seven members, their names curling around the lower lip with their own handwriting. Seven crisp, perfectly inked tattoos placed in the worst, most sensitive spots on his body.
âOh my god,â Jeongin whispered, pressing a hand to his chest like he was witnessing something profoundly stupid. âHyung, what is wrong with you?â
Jisung squeaked and tugged his shirt back down. âI thought they were cute!â
âThey are,â Felix said, eyes shining with genuine awe. âTheyâre, like⌠the cutest things ever. You got our lip prints? Our names?â
Chan brushed his thumb over the lip print labeled âChannie,â eyes warm despite the wicked smile tugging at his lips.
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âGod, Sungie⌠you really tattooed my mouth onto your ribs,â he murmured. âThatâs so stupidly cute.â
Jisungâs face flushed. âItâlooks goodâ??â
Chan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to it.
âYes, baby. It does. Which is why weâre starting with me.â
He took a breath.
And blew the deepest raspberry right onto the tattoo. He blew, long and slow, vibrating every nerve in Jisungâs torso.
Jisung let out an honest-to-god squawk, back arching helplessly. His head flew back and the laughter poured.
Chan held him down with one arm while his free hand clawed wickedly into Jisungâs trembling side. Nails dragging. Palm squeezing. Fingers digging into every spot he knew would break him.
âYou canât get matching ink without telling us...â Chan said between raspberries, voice bouncing with mischief. âYou know better.â
âIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIDNâT THIHIHINK IT WOULD MAHHAHATTER!!â Jisung wailed, bucking in every direction.
"You're gonna apologize to each and every one of us. For getting these without telling us. And for being so fucking cute." Chan ended, his hands still wiggling over those shaky sides. "So?"
"Ihihihi'm sohohohohhorryy!!" Jisung squeaked, wiggling a little at the sight of those hands. "Really!!" He added when Chan teasingly dipped closer.
"That's right."
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Minho climbed onto the couch with all the casual menace of a cat deciding to sit on your laptop. He rested two fingers on his lip print â right on Jisungâs lower ribs â and tapped it twice.
âExplain,â he said simply.
"I thought it was cute, okay?!" Jisung squeaked, trying to squirm away from those wickedly ticklish fingers. "I lihike you guys a lot!! So I got them..." He averted his eyes shyly.
âIt is cute,â Minho said, leaning down. âThatâs the problem.â He blew a sharp, violent raspberry that made Jisung shriek.
"WAHAHAHAHAITT!! WAHAHAAHAIT HYUNG MEHEHEHERCY!!"
âOhhh, this is a good spot,â Minho purred, tracing the tattoo with one finger. Jisung arched, hiccuping on his own laughter when Minhoâs nail slid just under the spot. Wiggling right against that rib.
âSTOP TRACING ITâ IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANâT!!â
Minho traced the outline of the lip print with three fingers. Jisung dissolved. His laughter went high-pitched, breathless, almost silent.
âThatâs the point.â
Minho nuzzled into the tattoo, nibbling, sending sparks all over Jisungâs skin before blowing three rapid-fire raspberries in a row.
Jisung lost it, thrashing so hard the couch squeaked.
Minho kissed the tattoo sweetly.
âMuch better.â
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Changbin took one look at his lip print â stamped on Jisungâs side â and actually put a hand over his heart. âYou little idiot,â He said gently. âThis is so adorable.â
Jisung blinked hopefully. âSoooo youâre not gonnaâ?â
Changbin cracked his knuckles. âOf course Iâm gonna.â He chuckled heartily, leaning down to get a better angle.
âNOHOHOHO!!â
Changbin grabbed him firmly around the waist and blew a raspberry so explosive Jisungâs legs almost broke the restraints.
âBIIIIHIHIHIHNNNNNN!!â
âAw, youâre already screaming? And I didnât even use my hands yet~â He wrapped both big hands around Jisungâs sides and squeezed â fast, strong, merciless bursts that sent him hurtling into silent laughter.
Changbin poked him right under the tattoo. âSay it.â
âIHIHIHIâM SOSOSOSOSO SORRY!! CHANGBIN HYUNG IâM SOHOHHOORYYYâ!â He squealed and that was when Bin finally let up.
"Good."
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Hyunjin stepped forward, eyes sparkling with mischiefâŚand affection. He traced his lip printâsitting low on Jisungâs tummy near his hipbone âwith delicate fingertips.
âYou put mine somewhere so cute~â he whispered. âYouâre gonna die.â
Jisung burst into pleading instantly. âHyuneâJinnie PLEASE!!â
Hyunjin blew a raspberry so brutal Jisung screamed like a kettle. âHYUUUUUHUHUNGG!!! OHMYFUCKINGGODâPLEASE!!â
Hyunjin laughed breathlessly. âYouâre so, so ticklish here. Itâs adorable.â
Hyunjin danced his nails around the tattoo, slow, deliberate spirals that made Jisungâs tummy jump with each pass.
âWhen you got this done,â Hyunjin murmured, blowing another raspberry, âdid you think about how ticklish itâd be? Or was your brain just empty and full of love?â
He used his long fingers to scribble tiny, devastating circles around the tattoo. Up the edge of Jisungâs tummy. Over the hipbone. Right back into the tattoo. Jisung was shaking violently, tears streaming.
Felix slid onto the floor and rested his chin on the couch cushion near Jisungâs chest, hands warm on his stomach.
He looked up with the softest eyes in the world.
âYou got my lips right under your sternumâŚ?? Hyung⌠thatâs so sweet I could cry.â He pouted, eyes all sparkly.
He peppered the spot with kisses softly. But his hands?? They weren't as nice.
His thumbs rubbed rough, teasing circles on Jisungâs lower sides while his mouth attacked the tattoo without mercy. Jisung kicked frantically, his head sinking back with laughter so frantic it sounded musical.
âStop laughing so cute,â Felix teased. âIt makes me wanna keep going.â He blew another one, higher-pitched this time, then peppered tiny raspberry-kisses all around the tattoo until Jisung was kicking helplessly against the restraints.
âIHIHIHIHIâM NOHOT CUTE!!â
"That's such a lie. You should apologize twice for that."
"IM SOHOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY!! SO SOHOHOHORRYYY!!" Sung howled in response.
"Eh, I'll grant you mercy. Mainly 'cause Seung won't give you any." Lixie smirked.
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Jisung was already a limp, giggly mess by the time Seungmin stepped forward. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed pink, and every time someone shifted beside him, he flinched like another tickle was coming.
Seungmin crouched beside him with a smug little smirk, eyeing his lip print on the ribcage like it was his personal property. âYou seriously put mine here?â he said. âYouâre insane. You put it right on your lower ribs. These are the spots that make you go stupid, arenât they?â
Seungmin hooked one finger under Jisungâs rib and wiggled it cruelly.
âSEUNGMIIHIHIHIHIâ STOHOHOHOPâ NOT THATââ
âThatâs exactly why Iâm doing it.â
He kissed the tattoo once, then started poking up the ribcage in perfect rhythm with Jisungâs breathing â catching every inhale, every gasp.
And then he vibrated his thumbs deep into the muscle right beneath Jisungâs ribs while blowing another long, drawn-out raspberry right onto his tattoo.
Jisung lost everything.
His voice, his breath, his mind â gone. He writhed helplessly, laughter bursting out of him in raw, desperate screams.
It wasnât until Jisungâs eyes went glossy, laughter fading into exhausted little hiccups between giggles, that Seungmin finally stopped. He brushed gentle thumbs over the tattoo, soothing the overstimulated skin.
âThere you go,â He whispered, letting his voice soften for the first time. âGood job, hyung.â
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Jeongin pokes the tattoo. Just one sharp, curious poke.
Jisung yips like a startled puppy, then slams his eyes shut as if that would somehow protect him.
âOh, this is going to be incredible.â Jeongin whispers reverently, studying the tattoo like itâs a holy relic. âWaitâ look how cute it is. You even got the little smudge in the corner⌠awhh. Youâre so soft for us.â
Jisung lets out a broken whine.
âJeonginâŚpleaseâŚdonâtâŚ!â
âAwhhh, hyung,â The maknae cooed. âIf you didnât want me to tickle you, you shouldâve put this tattoo somewhere less easy to destroy you.â
And then he bends down, lips pressing to his own tattoo.
The moment he blows the first raspberry, Jisung detonates.
âJEHEHEHEHEONGHIHIHIHINâ!!â
Itâs a wild, sharp, panicked laugh â the kind that jumps straight from his lungs without warning, all raw edges and frantic pitches. Jeongin beams like heâs just discovered fire.
âYou barely survived five seconds,â Jeongin scoffs, brushing hair from his forehead just to tickle behind his ear with a teasing fingertip. âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
It feels almost loving, how he cupped Jisungâs ribcageâŚ
Almost tender, how he breathed against the inkâŚ
Almost sweet, the way he kissed the exact shape of his lips on Jisungâs skin.
Jeongin finally pulls back, panting slightly, cheeks puffed from how intense that last one was.
He pats the tattoo affectionately.
âI forgive you,â He announced brightly. âYou suffered beautifully.â
Jisung is trembling. Half-laughing, half-whimpering, his voice shredded, his chest heaving up and down.
By the time they finished, Jisung was a trembling mess â eyes swollen from laughing, cheeks flushed, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
He hiccupped weakly, still giggling through aftershocks.
Chan untied his wrists with gentle hands. âYou okay, baby?â
Jisung nodded rapidly. Then shook his head. Then nodded again.
âI swehehehear I'hihihim nehehehver getting an impromptu tattoo again.â
Jokes on them, he was already planning the next one.
hiiiiii can I request a lee seungmin ler chan fic with like lotssss of tummy/neck tickles almost like he's teasing minnie for being so similar to a puppy???
Clean the room!
Words: 1057
Note: 2 kids room made me kind of sad
T/w: a bit of rough tickling in the end
Taglist:reginald-stay09 itzsana-kiddingmenow hetashi-takashimaya soap143jungwon-is-the-one minnielvrr skzdiary
Lee: Seungmin
Ler: Channie
"Hyung...I really don't want to do this!" Seungmin whines but neatens a stack of unfolded clothes that were tossed messily on the floor, nonetheless, bringing them back to a colour coded pile from red all the way to purple.
"We both agreed we'd think clearer with a neater room, no? So quit ya whining, as cute as you are." Chan sighs from the other side of Seungmin's room, jogging a stack of guitar scores that were spread wide across the wooden table. Originally, Chan had agreed to spend his afternoon with Seungmin after being quietly yet firmly invited to give feedback about a song he was working on. Seeing that his calendar was about as empty as it could be, he wondered: 'Why not?'
That was about one of the worst mistakes of his week so far.
Seungmin's room, despite his usual likeliness to Chan about keeping their rooms clean, was in absolute ruins. Fresh laundry began to mountain on his bed, crumpled music ideas made their home on his floor, and the ones that did make it covered the surface of his work desk. His guitar was most likely the only thing that remained pristine, cleaned and polished to perfection through hours of Seungmin's practice.
Astounded by the mess, Chan, of course, demanded that the space be cleared up, both for their minds and the room alike. Although Seungmin was reluctant, or hellbent on rejecting, he was eventually on board after Chan's nth grumble about a score being out of place.
"Whatever- we should've gone to your dorm then if you complained so much- hehehey!" Seungmin snaps back but instead bursts into a steady stream of giggles and a soft squeal when fingers wiggle under his chin. He stumbles back slightly, nearly knocking over the pile of clothes on his bed. He shoots a half-hearted glare towards the culprit, who whistled a feigned innocent tune.
"Dunno bout that, puppy boy. Think your room could use the cleaning..." Chan hums, fetching a wet wipe to clean the surface of the table. He winced at the dust that coated the corners, the summer dirt really showed under the sunlight, making the grey specks shine like little stars against the wood.
"No, it doesn't. Not that desperately anyway...stohohop that!" Seungmin barks when he feels a hand slip towards his stomach when he reaches out to clean his stationary, curling back into himself with another helpless set of giggles. When he finally manages to compose himself, he sees the leader back to cleaning, and that's what really set him off.
"You think you're so funny, don't you? Whenever I'm cleaning you- bahahastard!" Before Seungmin could storm over, hand gripping a pencil meant for murder, Chan tackles him back onto the soft sheets, painfully aware not to disturb the rainbow heap of clothes beside the duo. He was playful but knew better than to ruin someone's hard work.
"I'm not doing anything, let's just have a break from all the cleaning hm~?" Chan teases, keeping his voice purposefully sappier to annoy Seungmin even more. He reaches a hand to scribble at the side of his neck, smiling when he feels Seungmin's shoulders scrunch with a strained noise emitting from him.
"Yohohou! S-Stohohohop that right now!" Seungmin demands, but it falls flat when giggles begin slipping from his lips, his eyes beginning to instinctively squeeze shut from mirth. His head shook, pushing at the leader's hand to no avail. It was squished between his chin and shoulder, something he could practically smell that he was going to be teased about.
"Then just move your chin! Or do you like the chin scratches? Want some belly rubs too?" The leader coos, trailing his other hand down to claw at the taut stomach that was unintentionally stretched out after Seungmin was tossed unceremoniously onto his own bed. Surprised but not shocked at the addition, and the added insult to the injury, the vocalist lets out another strained shriek but doesn't hold back his laughter this time.
"Bahahahastard! I cahahahan't!" Seungmin squeals, a red hue beginning to tinge his cheeks. As much as he loathed to admit it, Chan was probably, if not the best at pushing Seungmin to his absolute limits, knowing exactly which buttons to push to extract the right reaction from him. And of course, being the observant leader he was, Chan let out a cheeky bark of laughter noticing his blush.
"Yea you can! I'm not even going that hard! You really are just a puppy, aren't you?" And contrary to his words, he begins to travel his fingers to the right side of Seungmin's stomach, before vibrating on the spot, his other hand fluttering over his neck.
"NOHOHO! QUIHIHIT IT!" The difference between the tender and sudden harsher sensations on his upper body were immediately overwhelming, making Seungmin toss back his head with a loud shriek that echoed through the room. Very quickly, he dissolved into helpless cackles, pushing, thrashing, and shoving at the leader's hands. Anything he could to get away from those dreaded fingers on the side of his goddamn stomach.
"That really got to you, huh? The sides of your stomach that sensitive?" Chan questions with the calmest tone he can muster, trying his utter best not to giggle in-between seeing how red faced the vocalist was under him.
"SHUHUHUT UP!" Seungmin screamed, and it was at that point the leader took it as a sign it was time to wrap it up. His fingers slowed to a gradual stop, reducing the tickles to just featherlight tracing on his stomach with a single hand, the other handing him a bottle of water from his nightstand. It was no shocker he still had that many bottles anyway.
"See? A puppy." Chan says confidently, like he had won a competition, an imaginary competition completely made up in his head is what Seungmin would call it.
"I...am going to kill you for that stunt." Seungmin heaves, gulping down the water and begrudgingly accepting the tight embrace that Chan holds him in after, dragging them both down onto the pillow for a much-needed rest. Spring cleaning and tickling did take up energy after all.
Seungmin definitely gave Chan an earful about the clothes on the floor when they woke up before song creating though.
Thinking of Hannie just digging his fingers into Binnie's ribs, making him yelp in surprise before dissolving into a puddle of shy giggles as he falls back into Han.
"Aww, is hyung feeling a little ticklish?" He croons into Bin's ear, chuckling at the mortified, 'NO' he receives.
The rest of the group hovers over the two, with Felix squeezing his sides appreciatively, muttering "Namja" as Chan playfully claws at his abs.
And all the while, Binnie is melting under their praises and attention, laughter growing louder with each passing moment he grew more and more flustered.
"Shuhuhut uhuhup! Lehehehet mehe gohOHOHO!" He howls with laughter when more hands joined in on the fun, flushing a bright red when Seungmin calls him out.
"Hyung, no one is restraining you, y'know."
And he sounds so casual about it that the rest of them burst out laughing, cooing at the way Binnie's hands gripped the hem of Hyunjin's shirt as eh threw his head back and cackled.
"Plehehehease, ihiHIT tihihickles soHOHOHO BAHAHAhahad!" Binnie whined and squirmed but ultimately, lay pliant in their arms as he was tickled to pieces.
Until his knees felt wobbly and they gently lowered him onto the floor just so Innie could lift his shirt up and blow a few raspberries into his abs.
"AHAHAHAHA IYENA NAHAHAHAHA PLEHEASE!!"
But the maknae kept going, giggling into the skin between breaths and drawing more adoring sounds from the rest of them when the vibrations made Binnie flail helplessly where he lay.
"You're the cutest ever, hyung," he murmured when he finally let up, helping Bin hold a bottle of water with his shaky hands.
"You guys are the worst!" He grumbled as he settled into Hyunjin's embrace, the rest of the group easily falling into place into a puppy pile on the floor.
Without being said, everyone knew Binnie loved it. And they did too.
and I canât tell if she puts me into a Lee or Ler mood
I kid you not I went over to hers and then she was lying on her floor while I stepped over her to get something and she curled up so I asked why and she said âoh I thought you were gonna tickle meâ WHAT
and whenever I get physically affectionate with her she always talks about how she THINKS Iâm gonna tickle the living life out of her and itâs. SO FLUSTERING.
and like sheâs also stronger than me but has never tickled me back but Iâm scared to say I want her to..
sooooo is she one of us because im having a feeling-
ALSO GO FOR IT!! make it subtle but try to engage in a tickle fight somehow hehehe
do you ever think that they do this often and sometimes Jisung just
shoves his fingers there
wiggles it a few times
nearly throws Felix off balance
and then lay back down and ask him to continue the meme that he wants to play
or Felix just turns around
scribbles his stomach relentlessly while STILL saying the meme regardless and giggling because heâs so proud of his memes
hc Felix loves to incorporate memes into his tickling PLEASE
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đ/đŁ: AAAAA CUTIES @hearted-anon THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA
also this is dedicated to @loveskz2901 I THOUGHT OF YOU WRITING THIS SJWDJDSHD HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE YOURE AN ABSOLUTE JOY TO BE AROUND AND I LOVE YOU :DDD
Felix stretched his arms wide, his voice soft and dramatic, âIâm flying, Jack!â He tilted his head back, smiling up toward the ceiling, totally hamming it up. Jisung couldnât help but giggle at the sight of his best friend perched on his lap like this, arms out, chest puffed, pretending he was on the bow of the Titanic.
Jisung snorted, wrapping one arm around Felixâs middle to steady him, pretending to be the devoted partner holding him at the bow.
He pressed his cheek against Felixâs shoulder, sighing deeply as if playing along. But his other handâhis sneaky, traitorous other handâslid up slowly from Felixâs thigh to hover at his side.
How easy would it be...to just grab those sides, dig in, and tickle until Felix was a mess in his arms? Way too easy. And way too tempting.
Jisung leaned forward, his lips quirking into a sly grin. He reached his hands up slowly, like a villain plotting, and thenâstrike. His fingers wiggled right into Felixâs sides.
Felixâs arms immediately collapsed, slamming down to his ribs as if trying to trap Jisungâs hands there. âAHAHAA!!â He barked out a laugh, voice sharp and startled, the kind that only came from being caught off guard.
He tried twisting in Jisungâs lap, but that only made it worse, because now Jisung had both hands buried in his squirmy sides.
Felix immediately slammed his elbows to his sides, trapping Jisungâs hand but not stopping it. His laugh rang out high and loud, bubbling and uneven as he tried to stay upright in his grand Titanic pose.
âOhhh,â Jisung teased in a sing-song tone, digging his fingertips into the soft, twitchy spots just above Felixâs hips, âthe mighty ship has been sunk already? That was fast.â
Felix nearly screamed. "SUHUHUHUHUHUNG!! Nohohohho nohoHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!" He shook his head desperately, hair flying, laugh dissolving into squeaky hiccups. He slapped at Jisungâs thighs and writhed in his lap, but he was trapped by Jisungâs steady arm around his waist.
âYou were acting too serious,â Jisung shot back, grinning wickedly. âNeeded some comedic relief with all that acting of yours.â He adjusted his grip, pulling Felix tighter into his lap so he couldnât wriggle away, and then wiggled all ten fingers into the narrow spaces along his best friend's ribs.
The reaction was instant. Felix squealed, his knees kicking out, laughter tumbling freely out of his mouth. He grabbed Jisungâs wrists but had no leverage. âSTAHAHAAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE I cahahaahahahaahan't!!â
Jisung laughed right along with him, pressing little pokes into Felixâs sides like he was playing an instrument. âYou sound like a squeaky toy. Soooo cute. Wanna hear what happens if I go higher?â
"NOHOHOHOHO!! DON'T DO IHIHIT!!" Felix wailed, but it fell on deaf ears as Jisung spidered all fingers into the hollows under his arms.
Felixâs protest broke off into shrieking giggles , and he instantly collapsed back against Jisungâs chest, thrashing weakly, his laughter loud and wild.
"IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!!" He shrieked.
Jisung laughed right along with him, squeezing mercilessly in the tender hollows of his underarms. âOhhh, this is perfect! You locked me in yourself! Now you canât even push me away~~â He wriggled his fingers like they were burrowing, making Felix scream through his laughter.
Felix shook his head wildly, his body jerking with every squeal and silent laugh. He appeared completely brokenâred, sweaty, defenseless, and still trapped in Jisung's lap while he laughed uncontrollably.
"SUHUHUHUHUNGIE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!" Felix finally sagged, all fight gone, hiccuping through breathless giggles with his arms limp against his sides, and that's when Jisung pulled back.
And even then, just to hear that last squeak come out of Felix's chest, Jisung gave his arms one last cheeky wiggle before pulling away.
Jisung, smug as ever, rubbed soothing circles on Felixâs side, already plotting his next move. âYou okay there, Titanic? Still afloat?â he teased, voice low and sing-song.
Felix panted for another moment, saying nothing. His silence should have been suspicious, but Jisungâcocky as everâjust grinned, ready to dive back in. That grin faltered when Felix suddenly shifted.
Felix shifted in Jisungâs lap with a sudden burst of energy, his fingers darting out to snatch both of Jisungâs wrists and pin them above his head against the couch.
âFelixââ Jisung barely managed, squirming automatically, but Felix had all the leverage possible, perched on Sung's thighs, knees braced against the couch cushions, pinning him perfectly in place.
âYou thought you could just tickle me and get away with it? No consequences?â Felixâs tone turned serious, though his smile gave him away. âOh, no, no, no, Han Jisung. Thatâs not how karma works.â (HIP-HIP)
"Waitwaitwaitâ" Jisung squeaked. "Don't do this! You know...." His voice got quiet. "You know I'm more sensitive than you are!"
"As if that's gonna stop me." Felix scoffed, hand sliding under Sung's shirt, gently pinching at his side.
"Nohohohoh that tickles!!" Sungie whined, squirming in the opposite direction, giggling helplessly.
âOhhh, here?â Felix teased, voice sympathetic. âYou mean right here, right where you attacked me?â He laughed, moving to scribble and drag his nails up and down his ribs.
Jisung shook his head wildly, already wheezing with laughter. âNOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONâT!! FELIXâSTAHAHAHAP!! NOHOHOHOT LIKE THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!â
But Felix only giggled, the sound bright and pure, almost angelic in contrast to how evil his hands were being. âAwww, Jisungieâs ticklish here, huh?â
âYOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOW THAHAT!!â Jisung gasped, kicking helplessly, his voice breaking into breathless giggles. âLEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!â
Felix leaned forward, lowering his voice in a wicked whisper right next to Jisungâs ear, still scribbling mercilessly at his ribs. âWhy would I do that? You were so mean to me. You deserve this.â
âAHHH NOHOHOHOHO LIHIHIX!!â Jisungâs laugh cracked, his knees kicking helplessly against the couch cushions. âSTAHAHAHAHAP YOU DEMON!!â
Felix laughed so hard he nearly fell backward. âMe?! You started it!â
Jisung lunged forward, snatching Felixâs wrists mid-attack, and the two of them toppled sideways into the pillows. âIâll finish it, too!â Jisung declared loudly, before diving right for Felixâs hips.
"AAAH!!" Felix yelled, and then they were grappling, slapping weakly at each other and the room was filled with their giggles and war cries.
Then, in a moment of chaos, Felix managed to wrench one hand freeâjust long enough to poke a single finger into Jisungâs belly button.
The reaction was instant. And loud.
Jisung howled, full-bodied, his laugh turning high and startled as he crumpled flat against the couch. âNOOOHOHOHOHO!! NO FAHAHAHAIR!!â He shrieked, kicking his legs as Felix cackled.
But then Felix, powered by pure survival instinct and mischief, twisted one last timeâand somehow, miraculously, flipped Jisung onto his stomach.
Felix straddled his back, breathless and triumphant, his grin wide and slightly wicked. âNow this,â he panted, âis checkmate.â
His thumbs pressed right into the area between Jisung's armpit and his ribs.
"FUHUHUHUHUAHAAHAHAHACKK!!" Jisung screamed, hands immediately shooting back to try and grab Lix's. "NOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!!"
"Admit I won and maybe it'll stop." Felix crowed above him, pressing deep and wiggling his fingers. Like a death trap.
âNEHEHEHEHEVER!!â Jisung wheezed into the couch, still giggling so hard it barely sounded coherent.
Felix laughed softly, leaning down so his voice came out close to Jisungâs ear. âYou sure about that? Because I can do this all day~â
âNOHOHOHO YOU CAHAHAHANâT!!â Jisung kicked his legs uselessly, his whole body seizing with panic the longer the tickles went on. "I CAN'T TAHAHAHAKE THAHAHAHAT!!"
"Admit it. I won." Felix demanded, and Jisung felt something snap in his frantic flailing. "OKAHAHAHAHAY!! OKAY YOU WON PLEHEHEHEASE NO MORE TIHIHIHICKLES!!"
Felix sighed in satisfaction, leaning back, and Jisung sat up, panting hard. "The captain's gone down with the ship~"
do you ever think that they do this often and sometimes Jisung just
shoves his fingers there
wiggles it a few times
nearly throws Felix off balance
and then lay back down and ask him to continue the meme that he wants to play
or Felix just turns around
scribbles his stomach relentlessly while STILL saying the meme regardless and giggling because heâs so proud of his memes
hc Felix loves to incorporate memes into his tickling PLEASE
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Felix stretched his arms wide, his voice soft and dramatic, âIâm flying, Jack!â He tilted his head back, smiling up toward the ceiling, totally hamming it up. Jisung couldnât help but giggle at the sight of his best friend perched on his lap like this, arms out, chest puffed, pretending he was on the bow of the Titanic.
Jisung snorted, wrapping one arm around Felixâs middle to steady him, pretending to be the devoted partner holding him at the bow.
He pressed his cheek against Felixâs shoulder, sighing deeply as if playing along. But his other handâhis sneaky, traitorous other handâslid up slowly from Felixâs thigh to hover at his side.
How easy would it be...to just grab those sides, dig in, and tickle until Felix was a mess in his arms? Way too easy. And way too tempting.
Jisung leaned forward, his lips quirking into a sly grin. He reached his hands up slowly, like a villain plotting, and thenâstrike. His fingers wiggled right into Felixâs sides.
Felixâs arms immediately collapsed, slamming down to his ribs as if trying to trap Jisungâs hands there. âAHAHAA!!â He barked out a laugh, voice sharp and startled, the kind that only came from being caught off guard.
He tried twisting in Jisungâs lap, but that only made it worse, because now Jisung had both hands buried in his squirmy sides.
Felix immediately slammed his elbows to his sides, trapping Jisungâs hand but not stopping it. His laugh rang out high and loud, bubbling and uneven as he tried to stay upright in his grand Titanic pose.
âOhhh,â Jisung teased in a sing-song tone, digging his fingertips into the soft, twitchy spots just above Felixâs hips, âthe mighty ship has been sunk already? That was fast.â
Felix nearly screamed. "SUHUHUHUHUHUNG!! Nohohohho nohoHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!" He shook his head desperately, hair flying, laugh dissolving into squeaky hiccups. He slapped at Jisungâs thighs and writhed in his lap, but he was trapped by Jisungâs steady arm around his waist.
âYou were acting too serious,â Jisung shot back, grinning wickedly. âNeeded some comedic relief with all that acting of yours.â He adjusted his grip, pulling Felix tighter into his lap so he couldnât wriggle away, and then wiggled all ten fingers into the narrow spaces along his best friend's ribs.
The reaction was instant. Felix squealed, his knees kicking out, laughter tumbling freely out of his mouth. He grabbed Jisungâs wrists but had no leverage. âSTAHAHAAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE I cahahaahahahaahan't!!â
Jisung laughed right along with him, pressing little pokes into Felixâs sides like he was playing an instrument. âYou sound like a squeaky toy. Soooo cute. Wanna hear what happens if I go higher?â
"NOHOHOHOHO!! DON'T DO IHIHIT!!" Felix wailed, but it fell on deaf ears as Jisung spidered all fingers into the hollows under his arms.
Felixâs protest broke off into shrieking giggles , and he instantly collapsed back against Jisungâs chest, thrashing weakly, his laughter loud and wild.
"IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!!" He shrieked.
Jisung laughed right along with him, squeezing mercilessly in the tender hollows of his underarms. âOhhh, this is perfect! You locked me in yourself! Now you canât even push me away~~â He wriggled his fingers like they were burrowing, making Felix scream through his laughter.
Felix shook his head wildly, his body jerking with every squeal and silent laugh. He appeared completely brokenâred, sweaty, defenseless, and still trapped in Jisung's lap while he laughed uncontrollably.
"SUHUHUHUHUNGIE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!" Felix finally sagged, all fight gone, hiccuping through breathless giggles with his arms limp against his sides, and that's when Jisung pulled back.
And even then, just to hear that last squeak come out of Felix's chest, Jisung gave his arms one last cheeky wiggle before pulling away.
Jisung, smug as ever, rubbed soothing circles on Felixâs side, already plotting his next move. âYou okay there, Titanic? Still afloat?â he teased, voice low and sing-song.
Felix panted for another moment, saying nothing. His silence should have been suspicious, but Jisungâcocky as everâjust grinned, ready to dive back in. That grin faltered when Felix suddenly shifted.
Felix shifted in Jisungâs lap with a sudden burst of energy, his fingers darting out to snatch both of Jisungâs wrists and pin them above his head against the couch.
âFelixââ Jisung barely managed, squirming automatically, but Felix had all the leverage possible, perched on Sung's thighs, knees braced against the couch cushions, pinning him perfectly in place.
âYou thought you could just tickle me and get away with it? No consequences?â Felixâs tone turned serious, though his smile gave him away. âOh, no, no, no, Han Jisung. Thatâs not how karma works.â (HIP-HIP)
"Waitwaitwaitâ" Jisung squeaked. "Don't do this! You know...." His voice got quiet. "You know I'm more sensitive than you are!"
"As if that's gonna stop me." Felix scoffed, hand sliding under Sung's shirt, gently pinching at his side.
"Nohohohoh that tickles!!" Sungie whined, squirming in the opposite direction, giggling helplessly.
âOhhh, here?â Felix teased, voice sympathetic. âYou mean right here, right where you attacked me?â He laughed, moving to scribble and drag his nails up and down his ribs.
Jisung shook his head wildly, already wheezing with laughter. âNOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONâT!! FELIXâSTAHAHAHAP!! NOHOHOHOT LIKE THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!â
But Felix only giggled, the sound bright and pure, almost angelic in contrast to how evil his hands were being. âAwww, Jisungieâs ticklish here, huh?â
âYOHOHOU KNOHOHOHOW THAHAT!!â Jisung gasped, kicking helplessly, his voice breaking into breathless giggles. âLEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!â
Felix leaned forward, lowering his voice in a wicked whisper right next to Jisungâs ear, still scribbling mercilessly at his ribs. âWhy would I do that? You were so mean to me. You deserve this.â
âAHHH NOHOHOHOHO LIHIHIX!!â Jisungâs laugh cracked, his knees kicking helplessly against the couch cushions. âSTAHAHAHAHAP YOU DEMON!!â
Felix laughed so hard he nearly fell backward. âMe?! You started it!â
Jisung lunged forward, snatching Felixâs wrists mid-attack, and the two of them toppled sideways into the pillows. âIâll finish it, too!â Jisung declared loudly, before diving right for Felixâs hips.
"AAAH!!" Felix yelled, and then they were grappling, slapping weakly at each other and the room was filled with their giggles and war cries.
Then, in a moment of chaos, Felix managed to wrench one hand freeâjust long enough to poke a single finger into Jisungâs belly button.
The reaction was instant. And loud.
Jisung howled, full-bodied, his laugh turning high and startled as he crumpled flat against the couch. âNOOOHOHOHOHO!! NO FAHAHAHAIR!!â He shrieked, kicking his legs as Felix cackled.
But then Felix, powered by pure survival instinct and mischief, twisted one last timeâand somehow, miraculously, flipped Jisung onto his stomach.
Felix straddled his back, breathless and triumphant, his grin wide and slightly wicked. âNow this,â he panted, âis checkmate.â
His thumbs pressed right into the area between Jisung's armpit and his ribs.
"FUHUHUHUHUAHAAHAHAHACKK!!" Jisung screamed, hands immediately shooting back to try and grab Lix's. "NOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!!"
"Admit I won and maybe it'll stop." Felix crowed above him, pressing deep and wiggling his fingers. Like a death trap.
âNEHEHEHEHEVER!!â Jisung wheezed into the couch, still giggling so hard it barely sounded coherent.
Felix laughed softly, leaning down so his voice came out close to Jisungâs ear. âYou sure about that? Because I can do this all day~â
âNOHOHOHO YOU CAHAHAHANâT!!â Jisung kicked his legs uselessly, his whole body seizing with panic the longer the tickles went on. "I CAN'T TAHAHAHAKE THAHAHAHAT!!"
"Admit it. I won." Felix demanded, and Jisung felt something snap in his frantic flailing. "OKAHAHAHAHAY!! OKAY YOU WON PLEHEHEHEASE NO MORE TIHIHIHICKLES!!"
Felix sighed in satisfaction, leaning back, and Jisung sat up, panting hard. "The captain's gone down with the ship~"
ler aizawa is so underrated I CANT FIND ANY CONTENT OF HIM SOMEONE AGREE WITH ME
REAL!! I personally am more of a lee Aizawa typa guy, but I SO AGREE!! So I will try to alleviate your pain by giving you some more content of himđ I ALSO, however, am absolutely obsessed with lee!Izuku in EVERY universe, so vigilante Izuku is gonna be my victim (of loooove)
Orange Cats and Green Eyes
Ler: Shouta Aizawa
Lee: (fanon) Vigilante Izuku Midoriya
Word count: ~1000
Warnings: This is a tickle fic! There are tickles. That's it!
Shouta is seriously regretting befriending this vigilante, he swears. He already has enough stress from his students. He doesn't need another kid with zero self-preservation instincts. And yet, here he is.
He made a promise not to turn Deku in, and he doesn't plan on breaking it. Since then, the boy has slowly warmed up to him until he was attached like a leech to Shouta. And he really wouldn't mind that, but once you get past Deku's shy, guarded exterior, he starts acting less like a flighty deer and more like a cat. Specifically an orange one.
Shouta doesn't think that, within the past month or two, that he's gone a single meeting with the kid without an (attempted) jumpscare, a jolting poke to the side, or at the very least an annoyingly sassy comment. And Shouta swears that the last time he picked Deku up and carried him away from a fight, he tried to bite him. So, yeah, he thinks the 'orange cat' label is very fitting.
Shouta sits near the edge of a rooftop, peering down at the street below him. It's dark with the streetlights unable to reach him, but the clear sky allows the full moon to shine over him and cast a dim light over everything. He's more tired than usual since he didn't have the time to grab another cup of coffee before his patrol started. So, his mind is slightly fuzzy as he thinks about his vigilante cat friend.
So, lost in thought, it took him a split second too late to notice the presence behind him. He stiffens, but before he can even think to do anything, there are fingers digging into his ribs as a young, familiar voice sounds out behind him. "Boo!"
He doesn't yelp. However, the strangled sound that leaves him isn't much more dignified. He whips around, his scarf shooting out and wrapping around the offender. His eyes meet green ones, and he quickly recognizes Deku's freckled face, which is currently wearing a surprised expression.
Shouta sighs and puts his hand over his beating heart. "Holy crap, kid. Don't do that."
Deku's surprise quickly morphs into delight as he grins, giggling. "I actually did it! Finally!" He pumps his fists up and down, completely unconcerned about the fact that he's hanging in the air with Shouta's scarf around his ribcage.
"Yeah, yeah, you did good. You caught me off guard," Shouta sighs, quickly realizing it's hopeless to stop him.
"I knew I was getting better at stealth... so, can you let me down now?"
Shouta raises his eyebrow at the kid's audacity before slowly reeling him in with the capture weapon. "Oh, you think you can just get away with that?
"Uhh, yeah?" Deku smiles nervously, kicking his legs softly and clearly fighting the urge to try to break free.
"I should've taught you better. I'll have to work on that. But no, there are consequences to your actions. Let's see how you like it." He pulls Deku in, making him sit next to him. Then, he wraps an arm around the boy and digs his fingers into his ribs.
"Ehehehe, wait, nohoho!" Deku squeaks, quickly dissolving into laughter. He fights back, squirming for a good two seconds before giving up and curling in on himself. This makes Shouta raise an eyebrow.
"You're giving up that easily? I thought the powerful vigilante Deku had some fight in him." There's a hint of teasing in his voice, and he's sure Deku hears it because his giggling increases, his shoes scraping against concrete as he kicks his legs back and forth. From what Shouta figured out, the boy doesn't have many friends other than his mom, if any. He always seems to appreciate physical touch, and though Shouta isn't very used to giving it, he does try his best to give Deku somewhere he feels comfortable.
And, judging by the bright laughter that lights up the rooftop better than the moon does, he's pretty sure he's doing a decent job of that. Shouta sighs, his lips twitching upwards involuntarily. "Keep it down a little. I'm still on patrol."
"Ihihi cahahan't, hahahaha! You're tihiHI-" He cuts himself off with a loud laugh as Shouta's fingers stray toward his upper ribs, then covers his mouth with his hands, trying to muffle himself. "NOhoho, I'm SOHOhorryy!"
"Oh, really? You're not gonna try to scare me again, then?" Shouta can't help but find himself with a soft smile on his face at the young vigilante's attempts to muffle himself.Deku shakes his head.
"Nooo, no, I won't, I, wohohon't!"
Shouta tisks. "I dunno if I believe that..."
"WHAhahat?! Why- ahahaha! Why nooot?" Deku whines through his laughter, gripping onto one of Shouta's wrists with a hand that isn't covering his mouth.
"Have you met yourself?" Shouta deadpans, which pulls another bout of giggling from the boy. The giggling is, however, interrupted by a squeaky yelp, followed quickly by frantic laughter as Shouta's hands slip under his arms.
Deku abandons his goal of muffling his laughter, hugging himself as he squirms in Shouta's arms. "NONONO, nohohohoo, ErAHASER!"
"Yes, Deku?" Shouta smirks, enjoying seeing his kid so openly happy more than he'd like to admit.
"AhahAHAHA, stOHOHOP!"
Shouta stops as asked, allowing Deku to slump against him, giggling softly as he catches his breath.
"Ehehehe, you're so meeean."
"You should know by now that I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Take this as a lesson."
Deku scoffs lightheartedly. "Yeah, sure... but it was pretty cool, right? How I snuck up on you?"
Aizawa lets out an amused huff and ruffles Deku's hair. "I'll admit you're getting better. Even if I was lost in thought at the time."
Deku snickers and reaches up to fix his hair, propping himself up a bit better against Shouta. "What were you thinking about?"
Shouta glances over at Deku for a moment before he smiles softly and shrugs. "Cats."
Hehe I got it first try lol but maybe thatâs cause I sometimes write part of my fics with my eyes closed to envision the scene better so Iâve had practice xd and my user itâs pretty short
ive literally been practicing this for the past month at 2 am
bamgyuu-2002
WAHHH CLOSE ENOUGH
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Prompt: Provoke, Snickers (but the candy, which I translated to snack boxes/sweets for Pokemon since they don't have Snickers. It made sense to me when I wrote it đŤ
Switch: Reader, Arven
Warnings: Tickles, but maybe that's why you're here đ¤
âOoof!â You released on impact as you flopped face down on the bed in your dorm room after a day of schoolwork. Youâd been on this treasure hunt for a few weeks now, but had only just stopped back to the academy to catch your breath and catch up on classes. You already missed taking on gym leaders, titan pokemon, and Team Star, but couldnât afford to fall behind in your studies.
It seemed like youâd only just hit the bed when there was a knock at your door.
âHey, little buddy! You home?â At this point, from battling titan pokemon to feasting on mystical herb-laced sandwiches, you would recognize Arvenâs voice from anywhere.
âItâs open,â you replied, but rather groggily; you were unsure heâd heard you until you heard your door open and shut. Arven laughed at the sight of you, face down and unmoving. This was not the titan-battling companion he was used to seeing.
âHehey, bud! Hard day of learning?â he teased, sitting on your bed.
âBattling is easier than math or history,â you claimed, rolling on your side to face him. He chuckled.
âWell, itâs only fair, save some talent for the rest of us.â You rolled your eyes and smirked, knowing there was no malice in his comment. In fact, ever since heâd confessed to you his real reasons for seeking out the Herba Mystica, the insensitive and sometimes harsh words turned to jokes and sarcasm; you took it as a sign that Arven was finally able to trust you.
âAnyway, I got this and thought we could see what itâs all about together.â You only now noticed the package sitting on your friendâs lap, colorfully decorated with Pokemon eating different snacks. Some of the Pokemon must be from outside Paldea, as you didnât recognize all of them.
âI didnât take you for a snack box guy, Arven. Just âcause I thought you would make them yourself,â you commented. The time he made curry using inspiration and ingredients from the Galar region was so amazing you had considered setting aside a fund from your battles specifically for Arven to be able to order ingredients for it. He smiled.
âThatâs true, and Iâll totally be trying out some recipes inspired by these! But it was a prize for getting the highest score on a surprise home ec quiz. Naturally, I was able to snag it!â
âYes, naturally,â you retorted. He stuck out his tongue at you and proceeded to open the box. It was packed to the brim with a variety of snacks and informational cards detailed where they originated.  Arven observed some of the informational cards, and moved to instead sit on the floor next to your bed, releasing Mabosstiff and opening a sealed treat containing a âPokePuffâ from the Kalos region. You were always glad to see Mabosstiff, and even more so now that it seems he was making progress. You remember when he couldnât even open his eyes, yet now he was standing, sniffing and observing the treat before taking it in one bite. Arven opened the other one in the box, breaking it in half and holding out the remaining one to you.
âI think there were only two, and Mabosstiff really seemed to like it.â You smiled and graciously took it. Though the image had been ripped in half, there was an icing picture of a raspberry and the cake itself was a deep but vibrant pink.
âYouâre going soft on me, Arven. But if you insist,â you said, popping your half of the treat in your mouth. It was indeed a raspberry cake with a hint of vanilla. You closed your eyes and sighed in delight: you had to make sure Arven was going to make those.
âI am not going soft! I just wanted to be fair, thatâs all!â You looked at him and noticed a slight blush in his attempt to defend his image. It didnât need defending in your opinion, but you also have never been in quite the situation Arven was in, between having an absentee parent, a partner pokemon that was sick and unable to heal, and with seemingly no other friends or family to turn to for support.
âAll right, all right, chill out. Not soft at all. Totally rugged and unfeeling,â You teased, picking up a sealed plastic bag of square treats labeled âPokeBlocks!â in a cute font.
âHuh. These say theyâre usually consumed by Pokemon right before contests held in the Hoenn region. Are we sure these are treats for us?â you inquired. Arven motioned for you to hand him the package, and you obliged so he could study the label.
âIt looks like a lot of these can be shared between people and Pokemon. Most Pokemon food is that way, it's just that sometimes some foods have benefits for Pokemon that we donât get. We wonât exactly see improvements in our fire-type moves or our coolness enhanced before a contest.â
âThatâs a shame, you could use that coolness boost,â you taunted, enjoying the incredulous look Arven threw in your direction.
âOh, I didnât mean anything by it, donât be a grump,â you teased, ruffling his hair before venturing to see what else the box had in store.
âOye! Iâm not a grump, youâre a bully!â Arven said, using one hand to fix his hair and the other to stand and snatch the box, running across the room.
âAnd Iâm not about to share my surprise quiz winnings with a bully!â You shot up from the bed and ran up to him, only to have him hoist the box up over his head, taking full advantage of the height difference between you two. You looked up to him with a pout, crossing your arms.
âReally? Weâre doing that?â Avren grinned, sure of himself.
âIt works, doesnât it?â Your pout turned to a grin.
âYou tell me.â Arven only had a split second of confusion before your thumbs drilled into the hollow of his underarms. His cocky grin wobbled and his eyes screwed shut, snickers threatening to bubble out.
âHehehey, thahatâs chehehehating!â Arven fought to keep his arms up and the box out of your reach, but it was a battle you both knew he was going to lose rather quickly.
âYou started it!â You argued. Switching tactics, you let your fingers dance down to Arvenâs ribs. His arms snapped down and he leaned against the wall behind him, unable to resist the urge to protect himself anymore, but still tried to keep the box from your grip.
âBWEHEHEY! CUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!â Arven yelped, slowly sliding down the wall until his bottom was on the floor. You followed him down, pinching up and down his ribs, making sure none of them go without your ticklish attention.
â~Iâm not going soft~,â you mocked in a deepened voice, wiggling over and in between Arvenâs rib bones. â~I just want to be fair~. Says the guy giggling himself silly on my dorm room floor.â
âSTAHAHAHAP IHEHEHET!â Arven cackled, though more at your rib-tickling or the teases, you werenât sure. Either way, you giggled too.
âYou gonna hand it over?â You teased, honestly not caring anymore about the box or its contents. Seeing your friendâs usual tough and at times prickly exterior crumble was a better treat than whatever else was in there.
âNEHEHEVER, YOU BUHUHULLY!â Arven replied, dropping the box and kicking it hard enough so it slid across the floor, out of both of your reaches.Â
âYouâre the bully!â You retorted, deciding it was time to go in for the kill. You willed your fingers to knead into the soft pudge that was Arvenâs belly, currently shaking and quivering with unabashed belly laughter. He kicked his legs out and attempted to push your hands away, but you managed to wiggle and worm in such a way that he couldnât keep up.
âIHEHEHEâLL SHOW YOHOHOHOU A BULLY!â You scoffed.
âAre you threatening me right now?â
âLAHAHAHAST CHAHANCE! BWAHAHAHA!â You were oh-so sure of yourself, you didnât take Arvenâs threat seriously⌠But, just in case, you scribbled and scurried your menacing fingers in and around his belly button, earning a shriek before he dissolved into complete hysterics.
âNOHOHOHO! I CAHAHAHANâT THEHEHEHERE! MAHAHABOSS-!â
âHowâd that work out for you?â you tormented, not noticing the attempt at a cry for his partner Pokemon. But Mabosstiff understood, and from seemingly out of nowhere pounced, knocking you off of his trainer. You were completely stunned at the strength Mabosstiff had regained in such a short amount of time. He had your shoulders pinned to the floor and sat on your legs as Arven caught his breath. He sat up and looked at you and his partner Pokemon: although his cheeks were still red and streaked with mirthful tears, the look in his eye created a small pit in your stomach.
âA-Arven? You okay? I kinda, might have went a little far,â you started, but had a sneaking suspicion that there was nothing you could say to get out of what was coming. Arven maneuvered his way to you and Mabosstiff, patting this partner Pokemon.
âGood, Mabosstiff, thank you for your help! Even if I had to ask for it, first.â
âAaarr woof!â Mabosstiff barked, seeming rather proud of himself on all fronts. The Pokemon moved and was quickly replaced by his trainer, straddling your waist, that look in his eye looking more menacing up close.
âW-wait, Arven-â
âI donât want to hear it! I told you Iâd show you what a bully looks like,â he boomed, seeming eager for revenge. You tried to grab for his sides, only to have both your wrists caught in one of his hands.
âThe only question now is where to start. Well, actually, since I have these alreadyâŚâ he said, referring to your captured wrists, placing a hand to rest in an underarm, â...unless you have a better idea?â You said nothing, returning your face to the pout it adopted earlier. Better that than giving your friend the satisfaction of panic or an anticipatory grin.
âThatâs one sour face, little buddy! That reminds me of the Herba Mystica we just found. Now what were its propertiesâŚâ he said, feigning deep thought while using his free hand to scratch and scribble the hollow of your underarms. Now was your turn for your eyes to close, your mouth contorting into anything that wasnât a smile. You wouldnât break that easily.
âOh, right! It relieves exhaustion, physical or mental. Perks you up! Which you looked like you needed a little âperking upâ from those classes, right?â
âNoohoho!â you spat, unsure how long you would be able to play his game now that the tables have turned.
âNo? Then maybe you need the Bitter one, good for circulation and blood flow! Maybe this will help.â He added more gusto, now kneading into the soft area and skirting over your topmost ribs.
âAhahaharven!â you cried, unable to hold back the giggles bubbling up. You struggled to get your wrists back to no avail. You knew Arven was bigger than you, that was given. But stronger? It finally dawned on you: you might actually be in for it.
âWell, well! Who knew our titan champion giggled. This is great!â It was his turn to dole out the teases as he traced feather-light circles in the hollow area.
âShuhuhuhut uhuhup!â was all you could manage and still keep what was left of your composure. You tried squirming your way out from under him but it was a fruitless effort.
âWow, little buddy, you sure are trying awfully hard to get away. Are you saying you canât take what you dish out?âÂ
âDohoho your wohorst!â you replied, though it wasnât very convincing.
âAlways have to be the tough guy, donât you?â Arven asked, deciding you were too comfortable if you could still carry a conversation. The soft circles were replaced with haphazard skittering, as if a Joltik was frantically trying to escape your armpit.
âNohohoho, ARVEHEHEN!â You squealed, giggles pouring out as you tried again and failed again to reclaim your wrists.
âNo? Oh, thatâs right! You did say to âdo my worstâ,â Without any other warning, Arvenâs hands shot down to your hips, pinching and vibrating along and above the bone. Whatever facade you were trying to put on crumbled at the sheer surprise to your system. You squealed and grabbed Arvenâs wrists, trying and failing to pry them off as your once bubbly giggles turned a bit maniacal.
âARVEHEHEHEN!â you cried, twisting and squirming as much as you could, though you donât think you could shove Arven off of you without the ticklish jolts from your hips sapping your strength, let alone now. Â
Arven, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying this side of the tickle attack, snickering at your expense.
âWow! You really did perk right up! Now I know what to do the next time you make such a sour face at me!â he mused, letting his fingers crawl up your sides at a torturously slow pace, as if carefully tending to each and every nerve, ensuring none go without proper attention. You squeaked and squirmed in his grip, but no matter which way you wriggled around, Arvenâs treacherous hands followed, not missing a beat.
âThe face youâre making now is definitely much sweeter. Speaking of, howâs your gut been? Ya know, since we found the sweet Herba Mysitca. Itâs supposed to help with digestion and keeping a healthy appetite.â You knew where he was going with this.
âSometimes a massage here will help even more with the process. Especially for those of us who tend to bite off more than they can handle!â He informed, drilling his thumbs on either side of your belly button. He was pleased to know that a spot so sensitive on him could also cause your head to be thrown back in endless laughter.
âAlthough people usually massage it themselves if thatâs needed, otherwise it could tickle instead. But that kind of thing surely wouldnât bother you, right little buddy?â
âAHAHAHARVEN!â you pleaded.
âAre we regretting being a bully to your best bud?â he taunted, skittering is fingers at the skin around and over your belly button. He flushed slightly himself, having phantom feelings crop up as his worst spot was tormented on you, but he didnât relent, and you werenât in a position to notice.
âYEHEHES! IâHAHAHAM SORRY HEHEHE!â Arven hadnât expected the apology, and shook his head, finally relenting and moving himself off of your waist to sit next to you on the floor.
âGood! You should be,â he said, though his features softened and looked to you fondly as you sat up, greedily taking in the air youâd been deprived of.
âAnd Iâm totally using that the next time you want to be mean, especially to someone like me, thatâs always so nice to you.â
âYou always start it!â you protested, but all Arven had to do was hold up his hands in a claw-like fashion and lunge for you to shriek and curl back up in defense. Â
âThatâs what I thought!â he said, adding a rather evil chuckle. He reached in his bag and held out his water bottle to you.
âTake some of this. And if youâre done picking fights you canât win, we can see what else is in my snack box.â
hi!! Can I request a lee!hyunjin and ler!jeongin fic? I feel like that pairing and dynamic is kinda rare and the thought of innie getting back at hyunjin for always messing w him is really cute, esp now that innie is so mature (Hallucination was actually insane) I can picture hyunjin teasing him ab being all grown up now and he's just like yea lemme show u *proceeds to tickle the shit out of him and teasing him till he's a blushy mess*
(I don't really know how all this requesting thing works tbh I'm new to this sorry if I didn't follow any rulesđ)
Cuteness aggression was not for the weak. At least that's what Hyunjin thought anyway. No matter how old Jeongin grew, he could never see him as the mature adult he had grown into after the past few years. Well, he could, but how could anyone's heart not crumble when they looked Jeongin in the eye, where he was older, taller, and maybe, maybe stronger than the younger. Having to act like a genuinely normal person whenever you were put with the cutest best friend you've ever had was definitely in the list of things that Hyunjin considered ridiculous-- Why wouldn't you purposely interrupt your friend's routine to completely destroy their well-made hair and ramble about how adorable they were to satisfy that innate urge in you?
That's how he ended up where he was, in the dance practice room that smelt like a gym, the stench of sweat greeting him when he peeked his head in from the airconditioned hallway. Jeongin stood in the centre of the oak wood floors, the mirrors reflecting his surrounding images, the small speaker on the floor shouting out lyrics that vibrated off the walls of the room. His breaths came out in short, laboured yet quiet breaths, gracefully flying across the floor while his upcoming solo song, "Hallucination", played out. Well, it felt exactly like a hallucination with how ethereal he looked. Hyunjin picked his jaw up from the floor, strolling into the room casually, only to feign disappointment when his presence was not at all acknowledged.
"How's your dance practice coming along?" He hums leisurely, purposely kneeling down to pause the music, bursting Jeongin's well-kempt bubble of focus. He knew that he could've just, left the younger alone, let him work hard at his skilful movements and not miss the opportunity to have a taste of his heavenly live vocals. But there was no fun in that! And Hyunjin was all about fun. Jeongin grumbles, not all that surprised, but exasperated nonetheless about being stopped in the middle of his chorus. He rolls his eyes in Hyunjin's direction, which strikes him to clutch his heart dramatically, flashing him the prettiest puppy eyes and batting his eyelashes; which did not work at all.
"Terrible because you entered," Jeongin deadpans, suffocating half to death when Hyunjin crushes his bones in a tight hug, sweat pressing against his tank top with the close proximity. Really, did Hyunjin have no sense of personal space when it came to him, or he just decided his personal space was somehow Jeongin's as well?
"You wound me! I'm only trying to give you some much needed loveâŚ" He whines petulantly, but the way the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards shut his little wounded dog act down.
"Love that comes from you is worse than anything else!" Jeongin shoots back fiercely, despite no malice underlying his words. In response, the leader of genius-racha decides to ruffle the younger's hair, messily combing through fists full of hair and flinging sweat absolutely everywhere, as if they had just been through a thunderstorm. Maybe Jeongin was indeed already heading through it, his patience burning somewhat to his wits ends as his face contorted into one of mock disgust.
"Stop. Touching. My. Hair." He suddenly mumbles, soft, but threatening beneath the surface of his usual serene voice. His hands, trapped underneath the warm yet choking embrace, dive themselves into Hyunjin's underarms without a sliver of mercy, not a thought of leaving slipping his mind even when the artist tumbled backwards in shock, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips in shock; both from falling backwards and from the sudden tickling.
"I-I'm gohohonna fahahahall!" Hyunjin shrieks, giggles flowing from his lips while struggling to hold the younger in place, feeling nimble fingers attempting to slip into the indents under his arms. As expected, they both came tumbling onto the ground, giving Jeongin just that pocket of time to shove Hyunjin onto the ground, his eyes shining with a newfound glint of mischievousness while straddling his hips effortlessly.
"Had so much fun tormenting me these few days, didn't you? Let's see if you like it." Jeongin sneers, before shoving his hands just as deep as he could get them, his thumbs pressing into what he thought was the centre of Hyunjin's armpits, moving in slow, torturous circles. To say the reaction was priceless was an understatement.
"NOHOHO! N-NOHOT THEHEHERE! INNIE!" The same, screeching laughter that the younger could never bore of hearing now blasted throughout the practice room instead of music, writhing and thrashing underneath him like a ferret that had just too much energy. His eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to cope with the sensations, head thrown back against the smooth wooden floors and mouth open wide and stretched into a wide smile.
"Not where? Here?" Jeongin pressed a slight amount deeper with his thumbs, eliciting a scream from beneath him.
"Or here?" His thumbs then found the dips in his hips, kneading into the indents and pulling another ear shattering squeal from Hyunjin.
"Or this?" His hands grabbed onto the lean thighs beside him, moulding the flesh into his fingers as he squeezed and rubbed, pulling desperate pleas and cries from the elder out of mirth.
"PLEHEHEHEASE! I- I CAHAHAN'T!" Hyunjin begs with what breath he had left, a red hue flushing over his cheeks and bleeding down to his neck, arms reaching out weakly to Jeongin's as they tormented his poor, sensitive soul. They managed to grasp his wrists, yes, but barely had any strength to even lift his fingers, back arching off the floor as hysterics and cackles left his mouth.
"Done messing with me yet?" Jeongin raises a single eyebrow in feigned suspicion, his fingers creeping up his ribs, pretending to a sing the melody to "Long for you" on the piano, ironic enough that it was Hyunjin's own solo song that he released. Of course the elder didn't know that, busy with losing his breath and going absolutely ballistic from the constant tickling and teasing. Sure, Jeongin was a man of few words, just like some others in the group, but his actions definitely got the job done for him.
"Y- YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEASE!" And just like that, the hands were removed from his body, leaving him in a sweaty puddle just like his member, who calmly got off Hyunjin's hips and dusted himself off, leaving the artist to twitch and heave against the floor, somehow fighting back the tears of mirth in his eyes while his entire body tingled with aftershocks.
"Come. we'll get soda. My treat." Jeongin shrugs, outstretching a hand and smiling with the warmth of a thousand suns. Despite his exhaustion, Hyunjin immediately intertwined his hands with the younger, forgetting about practically being tickled half to death and rambling about why lemon soda should be considered the best flavour in the world, both of them soaked in sweat and the smell of bread being freshly made with flour right in the corner.
Lessons were temporary, but punishments? Forever in quantity.
