#innie navel

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Dazzling Tummies (100+ Watch Special on DA)

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🧜🏾‍♀️Some Belly button fun for Mermay🧜🏾‍♀️

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Bread, Milk, and Eggs

words: 1390

content: rapid pregnancy and birth, lactation, birth denial, fpreg

Nadia grabbed a basket on the way into the supermarket. She wouldn’t need a cart. Her list only consisted of three simple things. The basket swung as she combed the aisles, leisurely.

Bread

She picked out a loaf, pausing to read the expiration date before dropping it in the basket.

As it plopped in, she immediately felt a strange sensation. It was almost like a tugging in her navel, a buttery innie. She pressed her lean, dark tummy, firm with athleticism. Not concerned. Just a little curious.

Then the tugging became a pressure, consistent with the bloated sensation she would experience on her period. Nadia frowned. She pressed down on her belly, and, to her surprise, it pressed back.

“The hell—?” She was really frowning now. She realized how she must look to passerby, a college-age girl in a crop top and jean shorts, staring at her stomach.

Probably just gas or something, she thought. She continued down the aisle. When she reached the end, she looked down again, this time gasping audibly. Her belly had a curve to it, bending a little past the waistline of her jean shorts now. Nadia pressed down again, hard. She stopped when she felt nausea well up inside her. Her belly was still mostly muscle, but had a slight softness to it, a give like a firm peach. As she watched, it swelled even more, pushing out slowly to stretch her shorts.

“Holy fuck,” Nadia muttered, suddenly feeling the flesh of her belly contained in the seams of her waistline like it had never been before. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and reached around it to undo the button, fingers fumbling. She gasped, breathing, and her belly expanded even more without the restriction.

Nadia could now spread her fingertips around its underside. She looked almost, she looked—

No. Nah. No fuckin’ way.

Nadia grabbed the bread from the basket and lifted it to her eyes. The expiration date had been nine months from now when she’d picked it out.

Now, it was four.

“I gotta be tripping,” Nadia mumbled.

She laced her fingers over her navel and held firm as the skin filled her hands and pushed against them. She refused to let it grow any more and ruin her trim tummy and athletic figure. Then a pain and pressure shot through her belly, as though something had rose, shoving, up into her sternum. She let go, and her belly rapidly dropped, the skin stretching tightly, itching around her belly, her taut belly muscles being pulled and loosened and smoothed into a round, curving shape. She watched in mounting horror, cupping her mouth as her innie rose and popped outward. Then, a sharp inner jab, distending its tight surface. Nadia gasped. Movements wriggled her belly viscerally. She clutched at her lively swell, unable to deny it any longer.

“Shit, I’m pregnant,” she said.

Dark stretch marks patterned the sheening brown skin. Nadia regretted her crop top, exposing her to the entire supermarket. She glanced around. She only needed a few more things, then she could get to a doctor. She began to speed-walk, realizing that her strut had been hindered to a waddle, heavy belly forcing her to walk with her back curved to support the gravid weight.

Without realizing it, Nadia rested her hand atop the high shelf of her belly as she walked, a natural maternal gesture.

Milk

She came to the dairy aisle and opened the door, suppressing a sharp breath as her belly rippled and twitched with a flurry of kicks. As soon as she placed a carton of milk in her basket, she was subjected to another set of sensations.

She recoiled.

“Noooo,” Nadia moaned, heedless to glances from passerby. “No, no, not again!”

Sharp points of pressure stabbed through her nipples, and she watched as they stiffened under her crop top, then began to thicken and elongate, inching outward. Her small breasts, she realized, were swelling as well. They sank, full, still not particularly large but swollen now, tender. High before, their undersides now rested on her belly, humiliatingly completely her very pregnant appearance. Nadia cupped them, then gasped; her fat nipples were sensitive, raw. The simple contact had leeched milk from the tips, forming twin wet spots on her tip. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling them continue to dribble achingly.

My top, Nadia thought. My favorite fucking top.

She had to get out of here, now. Before anyone saw her, leaking milk in the dairy aisle. Before anything… worse could happen.

As if on cue, her belly shook and swayed with powerful, urgent kicks.

Eggs

One more item. Fortunately, it was on the same aisle, near the milk. Nadia scanned quickly, chose a carton at random, not even bothering to check the eggs for cracks as she usually did. Breast milk ran freely down her front now, her top soaked with two spreading wet patches. She threw the carton into her basket and heard a crack.

Nadia cursed. She opened the cartoon and saw that it only contained a single broken egg.

“What the—”

Then her belly surged, a sudden pressure rushing through her, downward. Her knees trembled, weak. She clasped the aisle fridge handle to remain upright as fluid flushed from her vagina, drenching her legs and puddling the floor. Immediately she felt something large, heavy, and round drop between her pelvis. Her belly hung lower. The bones of her hips craned with forceful pressure; they were still narrow and girlish, unable to reach the significant width of expecting mothers in time for her own birth.

Birth.

“No, I—” Nadia stuttered, clutching her belly. “I can’t be—nnnngh.”

An urge to bear down pounded in her head. Nadia fought it, sleek muscled body tensing with resistance. She tried to put her legs together, feeling like the baby would fall between them with her widened stance, and found that she couldn’t anymore. They were permanently spread, hips opened in preparation. She turned and began to waddle as fast as she could to the front of the store, hand pressed over the sodden crotch of her shorts. Running had become a ridiculous notion, nearly impossible. Her knees wavered, threatening collapse. She couldn’t bring her legs together as she pumped them forward, and her belly swung, gravid and obtrusive, as she moved.

Another contraction. Every muscle in her belly clamped down, transforming it into a tight, rigid ball, driving the breath from her.

Don’t push, she thought. Don’t push. Pushing makes it real. Don’t—

She dropped into a deep squat in the middle of the aisle. Gripping the belly between her thighs hard enough to indent the surface, she bore down with a long, uninterrupted groan. Internal muscles thrust her baby through her canal, opening her. Her hips creaked. Her voice cracked, shrill now as she pushed again. The head slid between them, almost dislocating them with its width. She forced her legs even wider instinctually, desperate to make room for the descending head.

“Holy shit, she’s in labor!”

“Someone call 9-1-1!”

The people around her had stopped, unsure. They watched her, some phone cameras now winking down at Nadia in her birthing squat.

Her eyes widened as the contraction abated with the baby’s head resting in her vagina, filling her entire canal with tremendous weight. She could feel herself bulging into her jean shorts. On quivering spread legs she raised herself and hobbled out of the aisle.

“Excuse me, ma’am! You have to pay first!” an employee demanded as she passed the checkout, basket swinging from her arm.

The store alarms rang, and then Nadia was gripped by another contraction.

She buckled, bowing into another squat and pushing long, shoving her baby further into her tented jean shorts. The crown burned and dilated her vagina into a hot, red teardrop, then a drawn circle. Amniotic fluid spilled, spurting into the fabric around the head. Then her progress was suddenly, excruciatingly halted by her shorts. She’d pushed half a head into them and the stretched fabric wouldn’t yield any more space. Nadia bore down, her clenching efforts fruitless now. Her pussy slipped, tense and bloodless around the head. She threw her head back and moaned with the screaming sirens.

It had been three simple things. The fourth? Well, the fourth she’d never expected to be so complicated.

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i promise i dont have a navel fetish haha im just curious

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Smutober Day 9 ~ Vanilla ~ Yang Jeongin [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

PAIRING: Jeongin x Fem!Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, jeongin looking after his stressed out girlfriend, protected sex, oral (f-receiving) intimate, sweet, cute

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

When you walked through the front door you weren't expecting Jeongin to be home but your chest clenched when you realised he was not only home but was doing something sweet for you. He'd heard you complaining to your girlfriends all week that you were getting stressed with work and this was how he was planning to help out with all of it.

"What's all of this?" You quizzed as you kissed his cheek, There were candles lit everywhere and the house smelled incredible. Jeongin had been cleaning from the moment you left the house that morning, wanting everything to be perfect for the time you got home.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," Jeongin said as he took off your jacket, hanging it up before he took your hand into his and began to lead you toward the bedroom.

"Did I forget our anniversary?" You whispered you'd been so stressed with work recently you wouldn't blame yourself if you forgot your own birthday at this point but Jeongin chuckled softly and shook his head at you. He knew that things had been a little harder at work than usual and this was his way of doing something sweet and relaxing for you.

"You know what I heard is a good stress relief?" He whispered in your ear, his lips catching on your ear lobe and leaving you shivering. You knew where this was going and you were more than happy to comply.

"Orgasms?" Your breath caught in your throat as your boyfriend's hands carefully began to unbutton your blouse before letting it fall to the floor revealing your work bra. You moved to shield yourself away from his gaze but he gently pulled your arm away and shook his head,

"You look beautiful." He said to you as he kissed your bare shoulder,

"My bra is old and falling apart," You hated that he was seeing you like this, even though the two of you had been together for almost six years you still hated him seeing you in your work clothes and underwear. They weren't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, in your opinion that way,

"You still look beautiful to me though," Jeongin told you as he kissed your other shoulder, letting your bra strap fall down your arm. It didn't matter how many times Jeongin had seen you naked or even in sweatpants he was still blown away every single time.

"You're supposed to say that you're my boyfriend." You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest and pouting playfully.

"Baby if you looked like shit, I'd tell you but right now, in your sweaty and stressed-out state, you still look incredible to me...You will always look incredible to me no matter what," He whispered as he stripped you from the rest of your clothes, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Your chests touched as he ran his hand down your thigh and wrapped it around his waist.

"Tonight is going to be all about you." His lips gently pressed against your nose before he laid you down against the bed, positioning himself above you as his eyes softened. You would never get used to having him look at you this way like you were the only person in the world for him it made your whole body warm. Jeongin's cheeks began to flame as he watched you, this was something he knew he would never grow tired of. Watching you below him, or just having you in his life all together.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he kissed down your chest and toward your navel, stopping when he reached your core and smiled to himself. You were all his and in return he was all yours.

"Innie," You whined looking down between your legs to find him already staring up at you his tongue liking one long stripe along your slit causing your head to roll back against the bed. Your chest was pounding as you let out a soft moan,

"I told you, tonight is about you." He whispered before licking once again, your hips unconsciously starting to rock into his face as he hooked his arms around your hips. Pushing himself closer to you as he put all his focus on your clit, slowly rolling his tongue around in your circles, sucking now and again as you gasped and melted from his touch.

"J-Just like that," You moaned out as your hands found his hair gently tugging at the strands you could feel your head beginning to spin and your stomach beginning to tighten. Your eyes widened as you wiggled a little, trying to get away from him not wanting to cum all over your boyfriend's face but he kept a firm grip on you. Eating you out like a man starved until you squealed, your body unable to hold back as you clenched around nothing cumming against his face while he continued to eat you out. 

Jeongin kissed back up to your lips and you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as you let out a small whimper,

"I want you." You whispered, your heart fluttering as he nodded at you reaching over to the side of the bed where you kept a small box of condoms. You watched as Jeongin stripped himself down and rolled the condom onto his cock, your mouth watering at the sight.

"I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. This is all about you." He told you as he lined himself up at your entrance,

"You know how much I love to get you off though," You pouted but nothing was going to change his mind, everything tonight was about making you feel good. Jeongin pushed himself into you slowly, kissing your lips softly as you let out a tiny whine of his name.

"I love you," You whisper as he slowly moves his hips sinking into you inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you.

"I love you too," He looked down at you, kissing you deeply as he began to move his hips slowly. Shallowly thrusting into you as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck looking into his eyes. The whole thing felt very intimate and soothing, you'd never felt like this before.

"Fuck, that feels so good." You whisper letting your hands tangle into his hair again as he moans out,

"I love feeling this close to you." His hips moved a little faster hitting that one spot inside of you he knew made your toes curl. 

"Feels so good," Jeongin praised as he began to find his pace, looking down at you as he kept his thrusts soft and sensual. Your eyes locked onto one another as you let out a small moan of his name, the familiar tightening in your stomach beginning to build all over again.

"I-Innie." You warned him, your nails slowly digging into the back of his head as he let out a moan and nodded his head frantically.

"Me too baby," He pants, continuing to thrust into you wanting you to cum as much as he wanted to. our high continued to build as he continuously hit your g-spot, your hands clawing at his back until your orgasm hit you like a truck. You cried out loudly, clenching around his cock as you dug your heels into his ass pulling him deeper into you. Jeongin groaned as he shuddered a little, his hips jerking as he filled the condom up.

The two of you stayed like that a little while longer, just tangled up in one another as he gently placed kisses all over your naked skin, smiling to himself.

"Stress relief is good." He chuckled softly before you whined pulling away from him, needing to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. Only when you reached the bathroom and saw what was inside, tears begin to build in your eyes when you found candles all around the room as well as a warm bubble bath waiting for you to climb into.

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Day 22. Possessed

Lee: Jeongin Ler: Chan Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: it's been a while since i posted a fic hehe (sorry about that)��� I hope you guys like this🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

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Chan first discovered it one night, absentmindedly petting FoxI.Ny’s belly as he began drifting off to sleep. Meanwhile, Jeongin was humming in the shower, but his rhythmic tune quickly shifted into shrieky cackles.

And at first, Chan had been concerned, calling out to check on the maknae only to be waved off. Pouting at how Jeongin didn’t care for his affection anymore, he whined to the plush, brushing his fingers over its sides and ribs.

To throw a mini tantrum, he poked at where he assumed the little fox’s navel would be, digging in and wiggling his finger around. He’d do this to Innie too when he catches him later.

“He used to be so cute, all ‘Channie hyung this’ and ‘Channie hyung that’,” he complained, the featherlight brushing of his fingertips turning into harsher pokes to the doll’s torso that eventually morphed into scribbles over the soft material.

And for every stroke of his finger, Chan registered that the maknae’s laughter grew louder and louder until he was stumbling out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped hastily around his hips, and bubbles of soap lined his broad shoulders.

Jeongin’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks made him look both surprised and completely helpless. His hands were clutching his sides tightly as water dripped on to the floor, forming a puddle at his feet.

His laughs were bordering on hysterical at this point and it was starting to alarm the leader. Their maknae had never acted like this before… and yet the whole scene felt vaguely familiar.

Jeongin’s face was beet red and he was gasping for breath as he flailed and scrambled about, his fingers scratching at his exposed torso as he attempted to get rid of the phantom sensations.

“Stop, stop stahahap!!” He pleaded, seemingly to no one. The leader was just about to rush to the younger’s side when his thumb accidentally prodded the plushie’s belly and Innie squealed loudly, flinching as he tried to cover his tummy too.

Chan paused. “No way…” he murmured, looking from the plush in his hands to the boy sputtering and giggling outside their bathroom.

Chan paused mid-poke, fingers hovering over the little plush as he quickly pieced together what was happening. He stared at the doll in his hands and then at the giggling, scrambling boy on the other side of the room.

“No way… could this actually be…?” he wondered, an impish grin spreading across his face. To test his theory, he gently kneaded FoxI.Ny’s sides, watching with brimming glee as Jeongin shrieked, clutching at his own. “This… is going to be fun.”

Stuffing FoxI.Ny under his pillow, he hopped off the bed and sprinted over to Innie whose knees had given out. Chan gently rubbed his back as the younger wheezed, his hand pressed to his chest.

“Innie, what’s going on?” He asked, doing his best to keep a poker face. He had a pretty good idea what was going on, but he wanted to hear Jeongin admit it.

“I-I’m not sure hyungie. I was taking a shower one moment and then I suddenly felt like I was being tickled all over. It was so scary, I thought it’d never stop.” Innie stammered out, breathing shakily.

He was trembling, arms wrapped around himself protectively and Chan felt like the worst person ever. He hadn’t at all intended to make his baby uncomfortable.

Standing up, he walked over to the bed and grabbed the doll. His abrupt actions puzzled Innie enough to direct his focus to Chan who held up the little doll.

He bit back a laugh, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as an excited buzz filled him.

‘Maybe just one more poke…Just one?’ He thought, his fingers twitching with barely-contained mischief but he decided to hold back. Perhaps it would be even more fun when Jeongin actually knew what was going on.

“That’s…. FoxI.Ny.” The maknae looked confused. Chan smiled a little, scraping his nail softly over the little fox’s tummy and in turn, Jeongin jolted, grabbing at his stomach as he giggled breathlessly.

“Oh.” The maknae looked even more puzzled than before, then as Chan brought a pair of wiggling fingers to hover over the doll, he shrieked. “Hyung, no! Please youhu have nohoho idea how bahad it tihickles,” he implored and Chan relented.

“Okay okay, you finish your night routine and then we can have our fun.” The leader set the doll down gingerly on his pillow and brought his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“You mean your fun, right? You’ll just be torturing me!” Innie teased with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t even try to pretend like you don’t love it just as much as I do!” Innie poked his tongue out at him and shut the door to the bathroom behind him, leaving Chan to plan just how well he’d wreck his baby soon.

Innie took… much longer than usual to finish up, spending the better part of an hour hiding behind the pretense of completing his hair, skin and nail care. Chan let him, finding the younger’s nervousness endearing to the highest level.

He wondered if the other plushies around their dorm also had the same effect and not wanting to suffer the same fate he was going to inflict on Innie soon, he ventured out to find it.

He found both Wolf Chan and Leebit sitting on their dining table, sandwiched between two mugs as PuppyM stood over them with a fork taped to his hand and an unnerving smile on his face.

Chan giggled at the setup. Of course, Seungmin’s son was reigning supreme, even in their world.

He tucked Wolf Chan safely away in his hoodie, holding the other two in one hand and used his free hand to scribbled at their hips.

It earned him twin shrieks from Lixie’s room and a barrage of squabbling ensued when Minho and Seungmin began accusing everyone around them.

Chan didn’t wait around, zooming into the kitchen where he found Bbok.Ari hugging Dwaekki while Jiniret and Han Quokka guarded over their fruit basket with straws as their weapons of choice.

He gathered them all into his arms, stuffing some of the plushie in his hoodie pocket before making his way back to his room, buzzing with excitement. Every plushie he tucked into his hoodie felt like a new secret weapon.

Just thinking about his baby’s cute giggles and desperate pleas made him want to squeal with joy. He walked in on Jeongin searching the room desperately.

“Looking for this, Innie?” He called, watching with building amusement at the way the maknae flinched, then stilled. “Hyung…. I was just…”

The way he stood made Chan want to laugh. Innie looked so small and adorable, his hair still damp from the shower and the apples of his cheeks beginning to glow with a pink hue.

“You’re not running away from me, Innie~ I can find you with a simple swipe riiiight—ACK!” The moment he brought the plush out, Jeongin lunged, tackling Chan to the floor and stuffed his hands in the older’s armpits.

“Noahahahaha thihihis ihisn’t hohohow thihis wahas suppohosed tohoho gohohoho!!”

Chan gasped, giggles bubbling up as he struggled, arms wrapping tightly around the plushies he currently had on his person. Jeongin’s fingers were ruthless, digging into the centers of his pits— a spot the younger knew well to be Chan’s weak point.

“How’s that feel hyung-ah? Should I keep you giggling so sweetly for meHEHE—AH NOHOHOHO!!” While Jeongin was busy taunting him, the leader had found his doll, focusing all his effort on drilling into FoxI.Ny’s underarms.

The youngest fell back with a screech, kicking his feet and shaking his head as a wide, dimpled smile made its way to his face.

Catching his breath, Chan couldn’t help but grin, his heart swelling at Jeongin’s desperate laughter. Gosh, Innie was just too cute when he was like this

His face always lit up in the most adorable shade of pink, with little splotches of red deepening as the ticklish sensations got to him.

“What’s wrong Innie? You were so smug just a minute ago! Can’t take what you dish out?” Chan teased; eyes gleaming when the effects of his words manifested in the form of Jeongin’s pretty face being shoved into a pillow.

“Youhuhu ahahahre soHOHOHO UNFAHAHAIR CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG!” He whined, helpless through a stream of uncontrollable cackles.

“Now, be good for me, baby. Let me hear those pretty laughs,” Chan murmured, easing the pillow away with a soft, almost fond smile.

Exposed, the poor boy tried crawling away, twisting and rolling around to escape. However, the attempt only served to amuse the older.

“nahahAHAHAHA, NOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEASE HYUHUHUNG OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!”

Jeongin staggered around, finally collapsing onto the floor in a fit of cackles when Chan aimed for the plushie's hips. He yelped, hands flying down to his own and clawing at the skin.

Somehow even his touch tickled, his raking fingers sending more shockwaves up his spine and frying his brain. It seemed that no matter what he did, he was well and truly at the mercy of their leader.

When twisting and turning didn’t seem to work either, Innie resorted to punching the fluffy carpet near their bed, eyes tearing up and cheeks aching from laughing so much.

“Yah keep it down, you’re gonna wake everyone up,” the oldest chided lightly, giggling at the way Innie struggled to retort but his words were swallowed by another onslaught of laughter.

“Ihihihim tryhyhyhing! Ihihim tryahahahaying!! Hyuhuhung ahahahahahahaha!!” It was even more fun knowing that while Chan knew that the rest were awake, sweet, naive Innie did not.

“Slohohow dohohohown!! Chahannie hyuhuhung pleheHEASE!!” He begged, hands clamping over his face to muffle his sounds but he couldn’t help but be loud with the way Chan’s fingers danced over the plushie’s vulnerable body.

“Okay.” And just like that, Chan let up. Jeongin gasped for breath, shooting a suspicious look over to the older. “That easy?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

“I never said this was over~ Now, how about a deal? I’ll stop if you give me a kiss, right here.” He tapped his cheek, eyes crinkling when Jeongin gagged playfully.

“No? Well then… Oh! I can finally get you to admit it with this!” Chan gasped out suddenly, eyes wide and bright and brimming with mischief.

And with that, the older’s hands were back. Chan resumed lightly, just tracing the tips of his fingers teasingly over FoxI.Ny’s sides and up his arms.

The action had Innie letting out the softest giggles, squirming from where he lay on the floor. “Nohohoho, nohohot agahahahahain!”

“Geez, how are you already laughing baby? I really can’t believe how ticklish you are.” The way Chan said it, completely matter of fact, without any teasing just made it worse. But Innie powered through. It’s not like he had a lot of options here.

The sweet sounds warmed Chan’s heart, his own smile stretching wide as he watched the youngest melt under his touch.

“Ahadmit whahahat?” Innie’s voice was growing more incoherent by the second. “That you actually really love the affection we show you!” Chan looked a little too determined for Innie to think he was bluffing.

“Ihihihi dohoHOHON’T!!” He tried protesting but the oldest wouldn’t hear it.

“Okay be that way then maknae-ah~ I’m not the one who’s gonna be tickled out of his mind.”

The softness didn’t last long, though. The leader walked over to him, and ticking the plushie with one hand he used the other to alternate tickling the same spot or a different spot on Innie's body.

“Ahhh IhihIHI HAHAHAHATE YOUHUHUHU!!” Jeongin giggled frantically, jerking away, when Chan changed spots, as if he could escape the torment.

The overlapping sensations sent the poor boy into hysterics, voice high pitched and rough as he howled with laughter. He fought weakly against Chan, but the older clearly had the upper hand here.

“FUHUHUHUCK HYUHUHUNG YOUHUH’RE KIHIHILLIHING MEHEHEHE!!” He all but wailed, Chan tsking at him to not be so dramatic.

There was no hope of the sweet torture ending and the younger boy started to feel a little light headed and buzzed, eyes dropping with exhaustion and laughter slowly dying down.

Jeongin’s resolve was broken easily. The exhaustion from the day and the older’s ruthless actions chipping away at the remains of his willpower.

“FIHIHINE IHIhi lohove youhuhur affectiohon!” He giggled out with the lasts of his breath, Innie’s laughter going silent soon after.

It was then that Chan stopped, helping him sit up and bringing an uncapped bottle of water to his lips. He drank the cool liquid in a daze, giggles still spilling out as random tingles zoomed over his skin.

He felt hyper aware now of where the leader's hands rested around his waist, flinching at the slightest movement.

Chan laughed at him, assuring him that he would be spared in exchange for a kiss and by now, the maknae was too exhausted to put up any act of disgust.

So, he leaned over and pecked Chan's cheek, huffing out a laugh at the blush that flooded the older's face.

Chan was so adorably transparent with his emotions. He leaned in again and pecked Chan's other cheek just so he could watch their usually bold eldest break down into shy giggles, hiding his face in Jeongin's chest.

“Stooop!” He whined, growing flustered from the younger’s unexpected affection.

And feeling suddenly emboldened by Chan’s reactions, Jeongin cupped his face, littering kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

Then he sat back, still holding Chan's face up to look at him as his skin grew hotter under Innie's hands and redder under his amused gaze.

"You're so cute hyung." He told him, sending a scribble to his side as he got up and brushed himself off before climbing in bed—specifically in Chan's bed.

That night, he cuddled the oldest for a change, which allowed him gleeful little perks like leaning over to whisper to Chan every way he'd tickle him, all the different techniques he'd use on each of the leader's worst spots once he had Wolf Chan in his hands. He tapped over the spots for emphasis, thoroughly enjoying how each touch made the older jerk in his hold.

"I won't let you escape hyung-ah. I'm going to wring out all your squeakiest laughs and I'm going to record it. And what if I even get you to snort?”

Chan squeaked, trying to cover his ear but Jeongin wrapped his arms around him, pinning Chan’s own to his sides and rendering them useless.

"There's no escape hyungie~" He cooed in the older's ear. For once, he had hyung right where he wanted him, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.

“Maybe Hannie hyung or Binnie hyung would use it in our next song~ Just imagine it, your cute little squeals for STAY to hear! They’d love it so much!" He mused softly, smirking when Chan's ears burned and the older squirmed in his hold, breath hitching and stuttering at his words.

"What's the matter, hyung? If just hearing about it makes you this flustered, I can't wait for the real thing." He teased. Jeongin knew it was mean, he also knew how much Chan liked being teased despite how shy he got.

He gently petted the older’s hair, helping him calm down from the embarrassment. Chan eventually gave him the little plush, smoothening his hands over its ruffled fur one last time before Jeongin snatched it away.

Then the older turned and pulled him into a hug; the kind that seemed to last for ages and take away every last bit of your strength. The kind that makes your worries and fears and insecurities fade feel not as heavy anymore.

He nestled his face into Chan’s shoulder, letting himself relax completely and enjoying the warmth radiating from Chan’s embrace.

Chan didn’t speak, didn’t say anything and he appreciated that. It made him feel cherished in a way he hadn’t quite expected.

It’s was nice, he thought, how Chan could make him feel so safe just by being close. Playfulness aside, there was something grounding about being held like this, something that made him feel… protected.

Chan’s hugs were like his own quiet version of healing, an unspoken promise of comfort that Jeongin had come to depend on more than he’d ever admit.

Feeling a swell of gratitude, Jeongin gave Chan’s arm a gentle squeeze, letting his eyes drift shut as he whispered, “Thanks, hyung. I mean it.”

The next morning, a lot of things seemed suddenly much more exciting. Rested and ready, the duo now had a secret weapon against everyone else in the band.

The two plotting against Minho this way. The next day, Chan tackled Minho during one of their breaks between dance practices, hands immediately going to the younger's ribs and vibrating into the crevices.

As he did, he glanced up, making eye contact with Jeongin, twin smirks appearing before Innie pulled out Leebit and began tickling roughly over its belly.

The maknaes fingers were quick, flitting about, one hand easily becoming two as Minho gasped, his hands shooting down to his belly from where they'd been grappling with Chan's.

“Get ohohohoff!! Youhuhuhuhu’re heheavyhy and groHOHOSS!!” He squealed, back arching and head thrown back as he struggled. Minho's attempts to hold his frown were truly admirable, but ultimately useless.

He couldn't see who was tickling his stomach, feeling pretty sure that both of Chan's hands were busy at his ribs. Not knowing his other attacker only made Minho feel more sensitive.

“Fuhuhuhuhck CHAHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” He begged, helplessly struggling to escape.

But he wasn't allowed the luxury of having anything more than surface level thoughts when another pair of hands began squeezing his thighs and curling under his knees. Insults and retorts rose and died at the tip of his tongue.

And no matter how hard Minho kicked out, the movements didn't so much as pause, sending him spiraling into a giggly demise. How tragic.

This was what teamwork looked like—or at least, what their teamwork looked like. Perfectly in sync, with Chan’s hands scribbling over Minho’s hips and Jeongin’s own squeezing and poking his sides.

Together, the two reduced poor, ticklish Minho to a mess of laughter. His clothes and hair ruffled beyond help and neck and ears painted a beautiful shade of crimson.

They didn’t let up on their victim until the 15-minute break was over, Minho looking like he’d run a marathon as he lay limp on the floor.

“I’ll get you back Chan-ah!” The kitten vowed from his spot, “both you and your sneaky little helper!” But his flushed cheeks and teary eyes dampened the weight of his threat.

Chan and Jeongin shared a look, grinning smugly to themselves. There was still much, much more fun to be had and mischief to be dealt before they gave away their little secret.

[gallavichpreg]

"The fuck are you doing?" Mickey chuckles — the hot, slimy sensation of Ian's tongue suddenly shooting across the center of his stomach like a jolt of electricity, catching him off guard in the dark. "You said you were sucking me off... not... whatever the fuck this shit is."

"Shut up, Mickey." Ian snaps back, his voice low and smooth as he presses his tongue against the rim of his husband's protruding navel. "Just let me do my thing, alright. I'm... trying something new, here." For weeks, he's been ogling Mickey's outie, admiring the massive hunk of loose flesh that's taken the place if his usual innie... wanting to explore it — touch it, smell it, taste it… get beneath it. Hidden under the heavy cloak of night, in the pitch darkness of their bathroom, he rests his knees on the tiled floor.

He told Mickey that he was going to give him a blowjob… but he got distracted on the way down to his cock, and when the opportunity to satisfy his creeping desire presented itself, he just couldn’t deny it.

“Just try to enjoy yourself. Asshole." His heart flutters as he curls the tip of his tongue around the elastic edge of Mickey’s navel and extends it up toward the innermost point — getting pinned against the hard stump of skin at its center, and hooking onto the rim from the inside. Relying only on his senses of touch and smell, Ian bores deeper, clearing every morsel of grime from the tight gutter between the two. A rock, and a hard place.

Immediately, the bitter taste of dirt and dead skin, and the pungent stench of festering sweat overwhelms his senses, assaulting his raised tastebuds and open nostrils like the foreign invaders that they are. The reeking stench, emanating from the irritated flesh, is exactly what he’d been expecting, knowing how shoddy his husband's hygiene tends to be these days. He hoped for it. Craved it. The odor is like heaven in the back of his nasal cavity… the taste, perfection upon his palate. He always did love the way that Mickey smelled… even at his filthiest.

His musky armpits, sweaty pores, swampy backside, cheesy toes, suffocating farts… and now, his rancid navel. The taste of his dirty fingertips, sweaty toes, and leaky nipples. His delicious, soggy hole. His bitter outie.

"Fucking weirdo." Mickey grimaces, the slippery feeling of muddied navel-sludge causing his eyebrows to scrunch together as Ian delves tongue-first into the very back end of his belly button. In the dark, he can’t see how determined his husband is... how committed he is to the strange, crude act... but he can feel his aggression. The sounds of Ian’s smothered snorting and his hard, wet suckling are too much to take. Overstimulating, in the best way.

"You're sick in the head. You know that?" Mickey sighs, failing to mask his own pleasure. Never, in a million years, would he have expected Ian to be a closeted belly button freak... and, even funnier, he never would've thought that he'd like it himself either. “Sicko."

[gyuusauce]

Stray Kids - The Best Artist

Pairing: Lee!Felix X Ler!Jeongin

TW: paintbrush tickles, just felix being his adorable ticklish self~

It was a quiet night in the dorm. Felix and Jeongin decided to stay up late tonight and spend time doing fun activities while the other members slept. After they finished chowing down on a pizza they ordered, the two boys decided to paint some pictures to pass the time. Felix grabbed some papers off the desk while Jeongin went to his room to fetch some paint and brushes.

An hour has passed as Lix and Innie continued to laugh and paint together. “Check it out! What do you think?” Felix excitedly asked as he held up a painting of a blue fish. Jeongin smiled. “That looks great, Lix! Do a red fish next!” And so, Felix swirled his paintbrush into the water then dipped it in the red paint, preparing to paint another fish.

“You look really cute when you’re focused, you know that?” Innie teased, watching Felix as he concentrated on his next artwork. The blonde haired boy stopped painting and pouted at the other. “Oh shut it, Innie. I’m not cute” Lix replied, a slight blush creeping up on his freckled cheeks. Jeongin chuckled at his member’s shyness and turned his head to the nightstand. A smirk appeared on his face as he reached over to grab one of the unused paint brushes, small and super soft to the touch.

“Hey Lix!” Jeongin called out. The freckled boy paused his painting and turned to look at his member, a curious look on his face. With that, Innie leaned in and lightly tickled Felix on the cheek with his paintbrush. “Yah!” The Aussie squeaked and then let out a soft giggle. “What was that for?” Innie laughed, still holding onto the brush. “You’re just cute”

Jeongin continued to playfully tickle Felix with the little brush, targeting his cheeks, nose, forehead and his ears. Felix was a giggly, flustered mess. Both he and Jeongin knew just how ticklish he was. “Innie! Stahahap!!” But he didn’t stop there. The soft brush moved down to Lix’s neck, tracing little circles and swirls. He giggled loudly, scrunching his shoulders to protect his neck from the tickling brush. After a few minutes of this, Jeongin tackled the Aussie boy into a tight hug, causing the both of them to tumble down to the floor and onto the fuzzy rug under them.

“I’m not done with you yet, Lixie! You know I can never resist tickling you” Jeongin teased, making Felix blush furiously. He carefully lifted up Lix’s sweater, revealing his tummy. The other member gasped, knowing what was about to come. Innie brought the brush down and with a feather light touch, traced it along Felix’s ribs. A high pitched yelp escaped from his mouth, followed by his contagious laughter. “Oh Inihihihie!! It tickles so muhuhuch!!” His laughs and giggles only got louder as the brush trailed its way down to his tummy, painting imaginary shapes and patterns.

Jeongin couldn’t help but smile as he watched his bandmate recduced to a giggly puddle from a small brush. He was just too ticklish for his own good. “Aww, Lixie, you’re so ticklish!! Coochie coochie coochie cooey~” Innie teased, tracing his brush over his lee’s stomach, sides, and hips. “I cahahahant!” Felix cried, making the ler raise an eyebrow. “You can’t what, Lixie? Don’t try and pretend like you don’t love this”

A few minutes passed as Jeongin continued to tickle Felix. He paused, giving the Aussie a breather. “One more spot and then I’m done, Lix.” And with that, Innie brought the brush down once again, beginning to trace it around Felix’s belly button. The freckled lee let out a squeal. “AAHAHA INNIE NOT THEHERE!!” The brush continued to torment Lix’s navel, twirling in circles and brushing over it with light strokes. A shriek erupted from Felix’s mouth as Jeongin dipped the paintbrush into his button and swirled it around gently. “OH MY GAHAHAHA- OKAY OKAHAHAHAY INNIE, TOO MUHUHUCH!!” Felix cried, his hands waving in the air frantically.

The ler decided that his bandmate had enough for the day and dropped the brush. Felix panted, his face red and a huge smile plastered on his face. “You’re a menace, Jeongin..” he said, rubbing his stomach to get rid of the phantom tickles. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish in that little giggle button of yours” Innie teased, earning a playful slap on his shoulder from Lix. “You loved it tho” he added. The blonde boy didn’t say anything but yet, the both of them knew it. Felix could never resist a good tickle.

[fluidease]

I saw another recent meme floating around on twitter and I think to myself: "How can I make this about belly buttons?😈"

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Torture:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Seungmin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: IN and Minho 

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: swearing, flustering tool thingy, raspberries

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages

Prompts: 

“Do you want to die?”

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

“you have such a cute laugh!”

“apologize!”

“i’m gonna get you!”

“i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

“be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

“Hey Jeongin! Look what I got!” Lee Know exclaimed, barging into the maknae’s room. 

He was holding what looked to be the head of a sink brush, round with soft bristles. 

“What’s that? Something you pulled off of Grandpa Chan’s kitchen cleaner?” Innie teased, raising an eyebrow when Minho shook his head. 

“Then? What is it?” The maknae was suddenly curious. 

“Well, I’ll show you!” With that, Lino bounded over and lifted Innie’s shirt. He pressed the object to the maknae’s belly and pressed a singular button. 

The brush immediately buzzed against the vocalist’s side, bristles spinning. 

“AH! HYUHUNG!” Jeongin immediately pushed away the tool along with Lee Know’s hand. 

“Where did you even get that thing?!” Innie squealed when Minho ducked it closer to tease him. 

“Amazon! It’s used to tickle people!” Minho giggled in excitement. 

“Yeah, no shit.” Jeongin deadpanned. 

“I need someone to help me test it out. Do you wanna?” Lee Know offered. 

I.N knew that if he refused, Minho would wreck him. So naturally, he agreed. 

They searched around the dorm for a worthy lee, and stumbled upon their favorite puppy sprawled on the bed, reading a book, feet kicking up and down in their socks. 

That gave Minho an idea. He slowly opened one end of Seungmin’s sock, turned on the brush…and just casually dropped it in. 

The brush’s bristles spun against Minnie’s sole, effectively tickling the younger to pieces.

A loud scream erupted out of Seungmin’s throat as he immediately dropped his book and thrashed around, cackling his head off as he pulled the brush out of his sock. 

He glared at Minho and Jeongin, who were practically in stitches. 

“Ugh, brats…” Seungmin rolled his eyes, tossing the brush tool back to Lee Know. 

“Do you want to die?” Minho narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“Maybe-” Seungmin sarcastically responded, putting his book on the bedside table. 

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.” Came Jeongin’s response. 

Seungmin’s eyes widened, and he started begging. 

“nonono! please!” He pleaded. 

“I’m gonna get you!” Minho cooed, grabbing his wrists and handing them to I.N. 

Seungmin coninued to beg for mercy, wide eyes staring up at Lee Know as he straddled his waist.  

Minho squeezed at Seungmin’s side, not expecting a response, however, the giggle that Minnie produced had the older cooing and wiggling his fingers, only flustering the puppy more. 

“Your laugh is so cute!” 

“noho…”

“*gasp* YES IT IS! Apologize!”

“Please. I’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

“Says the one who was begging for mercy like, five seconds ago!” Jeongin laughed. 

Minho decided to start, immediately dipping his finger into the younger’s sensitive navel, eliciting a loud scream of laughter. 

“NOHOHO DEHEATH SPOHOTS!” Seungmin begged. He clearly couldn’t handle much. 

“Too bad!” Came Innie’s cheery voice as he scribbled over Minnie’s armpits, only causing the middle to buck up with a desperate cry for mercy. 

“NO! NOOO! LEE MINHO!” Minnie screeched as Lee Know turned on the brush and attached it to his belly button, driving the younger insane within seconds. 

“NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE TUHURN THAHAHAT THIHIHING OHOHOFFFFF!” Seungmin bucked and squealed, trying to pry off the little brush. 

He shook his head back and forth, eyes squeezing shut from the pure sensitivity. 

That’s when the raspberries came.

Seungmin screamed as loud as he could. Anyone else would probably think he was getting murdered. 

However, this was a common occurrence in the dorm, so nobody paid it any mind.

“Shhh! People might hear you, you know?!” Lee Know scolded playfully into Minnie’s stomach, and the younger’s laughter went silent. 

“Much better!” Jeongin decided to let up, Minho too, however, Seungmin was still squirming.  

“AAAAAGH STOHOHOHOP!” He screeched. 

“But, we’re not even doing anything…?” Innie asked, confused. 

“THEHE FUHUHUCKING BRUHUHUSH!” Seungmin laughed. Minho gasped, lifting the younger’s shirt and grabbing the little brush. 

“Sorry, puppy!” Lee Know giggled, stowing the brush away safely in his pocket. 

Seungmin just grumbled, burying his head into Minho’s chest and promptly falling asleep. 

Minho lovingly stroked at his hair, placing a kiss onto the sleeping boy’s head, forgetting the maknae who watched in awe at his hyung.

Lee Know caught the younger staring, and a stubborn blush rested on his cheeks. 

“Tell anyone, and you’re next.”

He still told everyone…

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[were--ralph]

I feel like a vagina size fetish would be like. pussy lip size. lol innies vs outies or something

wait whats an innie vagina vs an outie i thought that was just navel talk

[sensitivebellybutton]

A Guide to Navel Pleasure Part 3: Partner Play

Hiya!

It's all well and good making yourself bite your pillow playing with your own belly button, but what about the fateful day you find yourself about to indulge in a totally different person's navel?

FEAR NOT!

I have returned from the shadows to give you some ideas for how to make that special someone reach heaven through their belly button. Remember, this is all about COMMUNICATION and understanding. What's written here is largely subjective to my own belly button, so if something doesn't work don't worry! It's just as fun experimenting with belly buttons.

Firstly, you two need to get in the mood...

PART 1: LETS GET READY-READY

- If you plan on switching roles, make sure both of you are wearing appropriate belly button clothing. Otherwise, ensure your sub is dressed in something that fully exposes their tummy and belly button.

- Have a good, long discussion about your belly buttons and what works best in a solo environment. Do they have an innie or an outie? Do they enjoy a little bit of pain? Can they navelgasm? Are they comfortable with any other supplementary play (like nipples?).

- Have a photoshoot! Like I said in the last post, taking pictures of your belly button sets the mood in a uniquely sexy way. Get all their good angles, take close-ups, point out on the photos where you're going to ravish them...

Hot and bothered? Good. Grab a pen, it's doodling time <3.

PART 2: SPELLING BEE

I got inspired for this technique @buttonpics, and it's feels insanely good. You can do this one solo too, but doing it with a partner adds a whole other dimension, as you'll see.

- Lie your sub down, their belly button exposed and their knot ready.

- Now, softly plant the pen on their chest, letting them feel the cool point, and start to gently glide it down their tummy. When you reach their navel, skirt AROUND it slowly and go all the way to their waistline. Then, go back up, once again avoiding their belly button. You dont want them getting what they want right away, do you?

- Repeat the above step two or three times, or until you feel they're ready. The next time you reach their belly button, start to gently move the penpoint onto their navel rim and softly trace it, making sure to keep it firmly on the outside.

- As they more and more desperate, verbally begin counting down from 10. With each number, inch the pen a little deeper into their navel, still circling. By 1, let your pen dip onto their knot.

- Here's the fun bit: I want you to pick a couple of words in your head. It could be "belly button" or "navel" or "subby button" or whatever. Let your sub know that you have a word in your head, and they are to try and guess what you're spelling out.

- When drawing each letter, make sure you REALLY over-do it. For example, if writing the letter B, draw that first line up agonisingly slowly, then that first and second curve should be hitting as many folds on their knot as possible. Every letter should be exaggerated, making the navel-owner an absolute mess 😈.

- Give your sub little hints as you're writing, because it's quite hard to think straight when your sensitive belly button is being stimulated in such a way. Don't be too hard on them if they don't get it, this is all about making them feel as good as possible.

You can also do this same exercise with shapes, which has the bonus of you being able to colour it in when you're done (thinking about how that feels makes me 🤯)

PART 3: NAVELINGUS

The holy grail of belly button play, the thing that all owners of erogenous navels hope to experience one day, it's belly button licking. Done right, this can be probably the most incredible feeling. Therefore, it's important we get it right!

You may want to give it a good clean before diving in with your tongue, refer to Part 1 of this series for how to get them shuddering with a Q-tip. Also, make sure that your sub is either wearing a short enough top that it won't get in the way of your head, or no top at all. It's just an annoyance otherwise.

- Their whole stomach is your canvas. With your mouth you can lick, kiss, nibble, bite and suck. That's a lot of different sensations, so we're going to use all of them.

- Firstly, you're going to give their tummy as much gentle love as you can. Nibble adoringly up their sides, lick across their lower stomach, deeply kiss their middle while holding their hand, whatever feels right in the moment. Consider their navel a reward for sitting so still and being so good while you pleasured their belly, and only give it to them when they're ready.

- Once again, the rim is your first port of call. Start with a wide, flat tongue on their lower stomach and lick upwards, transitioning to a pointed, sharp tongue as you begin orbiting their navel. The immediate area around their belly button should be glistening with saliva. Another good move is to gently bite on their navel rim, your top teeth digging just a bit below the rim while your bottom teeth lightly graze their stomach.

- Your tongue isn't as precise as many of the tools you will have been used to using, so don't worry as much about targeting small folds and dimples. It also means you can't really tease their walls the same way you would with a pen or toothpick, so when you feel it's right to dip your tongue inside, feel free to do so.

- The motion that is right will be different for everyone, but for me personally up-down motions work a bit better than a swirling motion simply because it stimulates that central knot so much better. However, others may find that swirling motions are better because they're more sensitive around the edges of the knot, for example. This is your time to experiment with what your partner enjoys. If you hear panting, whimpering or any of the other tell-tales signs of pleasure, keep going.

- Suckling is a great one too. Softly absorbing their knot into your mouth lets you run your tongue around the underside of the knot, an area rarely explored and may get quite an explosive reaction. Slowly suckling for a while is also a great way to rest your tongue for a bit without letting up on the naveljob.

- It's possible that your partner will climax while you lick them. If they start telling you they're going to cum or you suspect they may be close, KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! No speeding up, no changing direction or technique, just keep it as it is. Keep licking through their orgasm too for maximum brownie points.

And that just about does it! I haven't got the most time in the world to write these so it's not as full of content as I may have liked, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway! I'm considering combining all my current guides into a big google doc (plus loadss more) as one big belly button manual hehe, so stay tuned for that!

[bigdumbtickler03]

Stray Kids - Sensitive

Pairing: Lee!Felix X Ler!Jeongin

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!

There was no denying that Felix was one of the most ticklish members of Stray Kids after Hyunjin. He enjoys being a ler but prefers to be the lee even more. Even the smallest things tickle him and all the other members can’t get enough of it. He’s just simply too cute to handle.

It was a cozy night in the dorm, all the members staying inside to keep warm since there was a snowstorm going on at the time. Felix had invited Jeongin to hang out and have a little sleepover in his room. He had prepared some snacks and hot cocoa for the two of them to share. After some time of munching and drinking, the duo plopped into Felix’s bed for some special time together: tickle time.

Felix happened to be in a big lee mood at the time which wasn’t a surprise for the maknae. He and the other members knew how much Felix loved being tickled, so when he suggested that Jeongin should tickle him, he happily agreed to do so. A big smile formed on Lix’s face as he quickly got comfy on the bed, laying on his back so the younger could start the session.

“Hey Felix, how about we try something a little different this time?” Jeongin asked the older. Felix looked up at him with curious eyes and asked what he meant. Innie told Felix to stay and wait where he was while he scurried off to his room to get something. Felix waited patiently for the maknae to return and after a few minutes, Jeongin came back while holding something in his hand. He jumped onto the bed and proudly presented the item to Felix. It was a big fluffy pink feather. “I was thinking it would be fun if I tickled you with this!” Innie said, smirking at the boy below him. Felix’s eyes went wide with excitement at the sight of the tickle tool in Jeongin’s hand. He couldn’t wait any longer and started giggling in anticipation.

“Okay, it’s time to start!” the younger said and carefully lifted Felix’s shirt, revealing his soft stomach underneath. Felix let out a gasp as soon as the feather touched him. Jeongin continued, lightly trailing the soft feather across the skin of his tummy. It felt so light yet so ticklish, causing the older’s body to twitch slightly. “N-nohohoho inniehehehe!” he giggled. Jeongin just smiled and continued the tickling, ignoring Felix’s pleads.

The younger moved the feather back and forth, constantly switching from Felix’s tummy to his sides. He continued to squirm and let out cute little laughs as Jeongin caressed his skin with the feather. “Jeongihihin!! It tihihickles!” Innie chuckled “well, i AM tickling you right?” he teased. This caused Felix to blush and cover his face with his hands. “I hate yohohohu!!” he exclaimed through his laughter. Jeongin only responded with an eye roll and another chuckle.

“We can’t forget about this cute little button now, can we?” The maknae teased as he moved the feather down and wiggled it over Felix’s navel. “Ehehehee!! No Innie!! Not thehehere!!” Felix squealed as the tool tickled his sensitive button. Jeongin smiled down at the boy as he was obviously enjoying every minute of the tickling. “Kitchy kitchy koo!~” he teased, still tickling him with the feather and occasionally teasing his belly button. The duo were quite surprised to see that none of the other members hadn’t waken up from the sound of Felix’s loud laughter.

Jeongin decided to take the tickling up a notch. He continued to use the feather to tickle Felix’s side while his free hand tickled his tummy. This drove the older crazy as he started squirming around in the bed. “Ahahahaha Jeongin nohohoho!!! Stahahahap!!” he shouted, wriggling side to side to try and escape but to no success. Jeongin held him in place with his legs. Innie continued to tickle Felix for a few more minutes before finally letting him go. They both lay there with big smiles on their faces. “That was fun” Felix exclaimed. The maknae grinned back at him “I agree” he replied. “My special friend seemed to do a great job too!” Jeongin said, wiggling the big feather in the air. Felix giggled and gave him a playful eye roll.

Jeongin tossed the feather to the side as he and Felix got ready to go to sleep. “Let’s do this again tomorrow” he said to the older. Felix excitedly nodded, ready to be tickled all over again the next night.

[minnielvrr]

Lee Innie thoughts~

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Ahh his lil belly button is out..... I bet Hyunjin would just poke him for fun like he does with Chan, only to hear Innie yelp and fold. He'd have this horrified look on his face, knowing what was coming... 😳

Ah the devious look he'd have as he chases Innie down many corridors and corners him and just goes to town on his belly and sides.

Scribbles, scratches, kneading, raspberries, tracing the area with his nails, dipping his pinky in Innie's navel and planting ticklish kisses all over as Innie just surrenders and laughs.

He'd take his time testing how well every single technique he knows works and maybe....just maybe he'd invite the others to have their fun as well...🫣🫠😈