#jongho tickle

[hwaowiiii]

Wooyoung

Okay so this is the 3rd of the series.

Allready done are:

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Our Wooyoungie was bored… And when Wooyoung was bored he was always up to something… He always had a suspicious mission what often included at least one of his members as victim of his boredom. Or better his ideas that formed out of his boredom. This time it was you. He had decided to find out if you were ticklish.

He had analyzed some of your actions and even though you had always said you weren’t ticklish but he had noticed some suspicious behaviors of you. You for example always smiled when the members tickled each other. Then you always blush and hide your face with your hands. Or when someone accidentally touched your side or just had the hand near your side you flinched. And then blushed bcz nobody had ever done something to you. (You know what I mean right?)

And well, he suddenly wondered about this. Anddd the last reason why you’d be the best victim for now was that all of the members who were home would get his back 10 times worse. And Wooyoung didn’t feel like you’d get him back, you rarely poke the members.

So Hongjoong and Yeosang were in the gym. Seonghwa and San were chilling in Seonghwa’s room, doing whatever. And Mingi and Yunho were playing games together. Jongho was sitting on the sofa, watching a random reality TV show while you were dozing on the sofa, your head next to Jongho’s lap. You wore a cozy, oversized t-shirt and some comfy shorts.

So Wooyoung stuck his head out of the door and spotted you there, peacefully sleeping next to his band member. He sneaked out of his room and went to Seonghwa to ask him for a feather. (Yes I know.) Seonghwa was a bit curious but he gave his friend a big, fluffy feather.

And Woo took it happily and went to you. Jongho saw him and the smart Jongho knew what was coming. He just smirked and looked back at the TV screen. And Wooyoung started his mission. He sat down at your thighs, bcz you were sleeping on your back, and lifted your shirt a tiny bit up. You didn’t mind because … you were way too sleepy.

Well, because you didn’t open your eyes you didn’t see the way too fluffy feather he had. What he placed now on your exposed skin. And he traced a little line on your exposed skin with it. You softly giggles because of that in your sleep. Wooyoung and Jongho looked at each other and smirked. They both knew that you had been lying when you said you weren’t ticklish.

After the boy knew what he wanted to know, he placed the feather on your neck and stroke your neck and ears with it. You scrunched your neck up, still to sleepy to even open your eyes. He continued and you softly giggled. “Stoooop” you said and opened your eyes.

He smiled evilly. “I thought you weren’t ticklish?” he asked innocent. “I am not” you simply said. “But why’d you flinch then…?” Jongho asked. “Because I thought it was a bug you heroes. Or a spider. I hate insects and spiders. You know that by the way. I even have a spider phobic.” You raised an eyebrow, trying your best not to blush or smile. “Oh- You have a spider phobic?” Wooyoung asked. “Yeah... I just said that.”

Wooyoung looked at Jongho in a meaningful way. But you didn’t know what that look meant. Until... Jongho took your wrists and held them over your head in his lap. You tried to escape him but our maknae is strong boi (:D).

“Wa- Wait what are you up to…?” you asked whit a bit of fear appearing in your voice. You didn’t want them to know you’re ticklish because you have seen all the eight guys wrecking each other multiple times and you did not not wanted to be one of their victims the next times.

And you knew, if Wooyoung once finds out, he was SO gonna tell everyone.

But Wooyoung wanted to have fun first. “Aww you poor thing.” He said, acting sad. “Now a spider is gonna explore your tummy.” The young lad said, looking completely serious. Jongho too. The maknae found it really hilarious how you started to wiggle under them, how you tried to escape the two youngest.

As you saw that it made no sense to try to fight back Wooyoung and Jongho, you started begging. “Nononononono please Wooyoung don´t” you said but it was too late :D

Wooyoungie lifted your shirt up more and spidered then over your exposed tummy. You immediately exploded in giggles. “Ahahahaha Wohohohoyoung nahaha” you giggled.

“Aww what’s so funny? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” he teased, a soft smile on his lips. “I ahaham” you giggled and his smile grew. “Surpriseee~” he teased. He stopped and you blushed hardly. But he only stopped to take the feather again.

He swirled it over your tummy and sides. You softly giggled your heart out by this. “Aww and HOW ticklish you are” he said, looking at you in awe. You blushed hardly by this, making him giggle with you. “Ahahahawww” he giggled down at you. Even Jongho giggled along with you.

Your ler now dug the fluffy, ticklish feather in your bellybutton. Your sweet giggles went one octave higher, what made Wooyoung want to hear your real laugher. He formed his free hand to a claw and clawed with it over your bare side. You now squirmed harder, laughing with full belly laugher now.

But he just got bored by staying at the same spot so he swirled the feather over your ribs now. And Wooyoung adored your reaction to this move. You squealed and your laugh became high pitched as he also clawed over your bare tummy and ribs too. This nearly made you scream. And Jongho found this really hilarious. “Wow- Not even Yeosang is that ticklish … Or feather ticklish.” He teased, causing you to blush. “Shut uhuhup” you said in your laugher. “HEY! Poor Jongho.” Wooyoung pouted and Jongho chuckled.

Wooyoung stopped and turned himself around, sitting on your hips now, his back facing you. He put the feather on your inner thighs, swirling it around there. Then he used his free hand to scribble over your inner thighs too, causing you to scream again. After that really high pitched scream, you lost yourself in laugher and giggles.

But before you died from laugher, he stopped and just swirled the feather under your knees, so you could relax and just giggle softly. As your face had a natural color again, he sat on your ankles.

“Ohhh nononononononono Wooyoung no please don’t – NOOahahahahha”

The young lad had just begun to trace lines over your feet with the feather. But it has already caused you to giggle like a madman. “Oh that must be worse than everything~” Jongho teased but couldn’t help o laugh too because he found it just too cute.  >.<

Wooyoung, on your ankles, changed his tactic and was now scribbling and clawing over your exposed soles. And poor you just went insane by this. You let out the highest pitched scream ever and laugh- screamed because he hit a very sensitive spot. That made Wooyoung laugh about you and Jongho let go of your wrists with one hand and give your tummy a cute tickle. Really. The boy torturing your poor feet was laughing his ass of bcz he found you so hilarious (-.-)

And Jongho, who easily could hold your wrists above your head with one hand,, thought it was important to now claw with his free hand over your still bare tummy. That really made you go crazy. You screamed one last time, then you completely went silent, shaking your head. Your cheeks were wet from the tears and your face red.

They continued for like two minutes, but then they stopped. They didn’t want to murder you…

Jongho set your wrists free and Wooyoung pulled you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He rubbed over your feet to get you rid of ghost tickles and you put on your socks again. Jongho sat over next to Wooyoung and you three ended up with Jongho and Wooyoung sitting next to each other on the sofa, you laying across their laps.

“Hey- You know what?” Jongho suddenly said. His Hyung and you looked at him confused. “The others should know too!” The maknae said. “Should know what?” Wooyoung and You asked at the same time. After you both had laughed over this, he replied with “That you’re ticklish, what else?”

“I don’t think so.” You simply said, while Woo was getting excited. “I think it’s a great idea!” he smiled happily. “No… No really-“you said but they didn’t mind. They both just looked at each other and then back at you. “If you’re not gonna shout that you’re ticklish now, we’re gonna wreck you again” Jongho said. And he looked way too serious. And you didn’t even imagine that they would not do it. Plus you didn’t want to get wrecked again. One time is enough for now. So you just-

“I AM TICKLISH”. Yes. You did it. You shouted it. “Aigoo really-“ you whispered to the boys you were siting with and blushed. Those two guys just chuckled and Jongho really said “even more than Yeosang” You glared at him, what made the brightest smile appear on his pretty face.

“EVEN MORE THAN YEOSANG” you shouted and blushed again. “I KNOW!! WE HEARD IT GURL” San shouted back. Your eyes widened and you fell back on the couch, your hands covering your red face. “HEYY” Yeosang shouted back and you the flinched because you didn’t hear him and Hongjoong come back from the gym. Last one just said “good to know~”, entering the room. “CUTEE” Seonghwa shouted and you could hear San laugh about this. “Oh gosh” you whispered.

“WHO FORCED YOU TO SAY THIS?” Yunho shouted out of his room. Mingi was just heard as a laughing guy because he found this scene so funny. “Wooyoung and Jongho” you answered his and you heard a triumph shouting from Mingi. ‘Did they just guess?’ you thought. Yeosang entered the room too. “How dare you to say that >:[“ he pouted. “It’s true!” Woo said. “But- I’m not that ticklish!” Yeo complained. “You are~” everyone but you said. He blushed and went into his room, having a cute, lil pout on his lips.

“Aww poor Y/n, your life is gonna be hard, now that everyone knows.” The smoll leader teased and sat down next to Wooyoung. “Just ask Yeo” Wooyoungie said and hey all smirked. “Enouuuuugh” you whined and stood up. “I’m going now” you pouted too and left the room to go to Yeosang, because he at least understood you. The three boys behind you just laughed. They all found it hilarious. (-.-)

Well, in the end, even Yeosang wanted to try out if you were really that bad… And he did-

End

[saturnzskyzz]

𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒

Lee! Jongho ler! Yunho, San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang

𝙰/𝙽: This is a drabble because I've literally seen no fanfics of lee Jongho, and that's going to change ᴛ ᴏ ᴅ ᴀ ʏ :]

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"Who is the Maknae of the group?" Hongjoong read out loud for the rest of Ateez to hear.

In unison, they all pointed to Jongho, who was sitting in the back middle of everyone. Jongho brought up both of his hands to showcase his face, and put on a fake smile for the camera.

Ateez were at an interview where they were given' a board with a set of questions. Each question had strips covering them, so Hongjoong-the leader-was peeling them off one by one, to answer with his fellow members in a professional manner.

Yunho, however, saw Jongho's fake smile, and-the michivieous ace he was, and fortunately enough for him, was sat next to Jongho-gave a few pokes to Jongho's side, causing him to squeak and defend himself from the ongoing attack; which left the other members: Yoesang, San, and Wooyoung, to join in since they were close to Jongho as well.

"Guhuhuys! - we're ihin the middle ohohof an intervihihiew!" Jongho said, curling in on himself.

"We'll give you guys a break, I'm sure you guys do this quite often, ya?" The interviewer asked with a smile.

"Yehes, quite frequently. Sorry about that." Hongjoong said, Apologeticly.

"Ihit's no worries." Said the interviewer, who then got up to get a few waters for themself, and for the members. They could tell that Jongho would really need it after his members onslaught was finished.

"Mehehercy! Plehehease! Ihihit's tohooho muhuhuch!" Jongho said in defeat. He was starting to loose balance on his chair.

"Okay guys, let's stop. We have an interview that we need to finish." Hongjoong said with a warning.

The members thankfully stopped, much to their dismay, but Jongho was nonetheless thankful for his hyung's save.

And with that, the interview went on.

[jakelocket-heart]

[sugawhaaa]

ATEEZ HEADCANONS

The type of women they like in bed...

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, BDSM, choking, oral (f rec) face sitting (Mingi) fingering (Seonghwa, San, Jongho) vibrator (Yeosang, Jongho) biting (Yunho, Wooyoung)

Pairing:: ot8!Ateez x fem!reader

A/N:: I wrote this all in like 3 hours so pls tell me if I misspelled things and stuff 😭🙏 also...should I do a skz ver 👀

Ateez headcanon masterlist:: 🍓

Princess, in the sense he can treat you like the only woman in the world.

Hongjoong has a bit of a flip to him in bed; sometimes he'll be gently, soft and caring, treating you like a fragile artifact, and other nights he's got you tied up, sobbing, and choking. However he always needs that little princess in his lady to obey him, feel herself emotionally, and acknowledge his forms of love and lust.

Hongjoong has you sitting on the edge of the bed as the two of you physically and mentally prepare for a pleasure-filled night. Hongjoong kneels down below you and gently unclasps the hook on the side of your skirt and tugs down the zipper. He pulls the soft fabric down your legs until it falls below your feet. He smirks softly as he sees your pink panties but he draws his attention to your stockings instead, the pretty white fabric with little bows at the top. Hongjoong hooks his fingers around the top of the sock before pulling it down your shin. He then holds up your foot by your lower ankle before tossing to sock aside. He repeats the same process for the other stocking before abruptly picking you up and laying on the bed.

Though there were no words spoken something about that process was so romantic to you. Some might say it was tedious and unnecessary but this was Hongjoong's way of showing he cares. He's gently, soft and thorough in his work of love.

Romantic, so he can feel the connection of not only your bodies.

Love and lust are very similar and tightly bonded in Seonghwa's body and mind. Sex is emotional, passionate and most of all, romantic. He needs his woman to care for him like he cares for her because sex is his way of showing he loves you enough to embrace his lust. He needs you to trust him and not only be his sex partner but also his lover.

Seonghwa looms over you in the rose petal filled bath as his hands roam over your body through a soft graze. "I thought we were in here to bathe?" You tease with a little smile and Seonghwa chuckles lowly.

"C'mon baby, you know me," He kisses your neck softly, the skin slick from the water. "Will you let me steer tonight in a new direction?" He asks bluntly, his fingers tickling the inside of your thighs. His words leaked lust mixed with a hunger for passion. Before you can properly answer Seonghwa has his wet forehead pressed against yours, his breath heavy against your lips. "I miss you so much darling," He pulls you into a deep kiss, his hands tangled in your damp hair.

Desperate, he needs the feeling of being wanted so hungrily.

He wants his partner to crave him just as much as he desires them, that is the bond that makes his love and lust so strong. Sex is more than a physical experience, it's emotional, psychological and love. However he likes to be able to indulge whenever and feel the same level of intensity through desperacy.

As soon as Yunho comes through the door you have your hands on him, feeling him up and pulling him close. Yunho can't help but smile at your clinginess and he embraces your hunger. "I missed you," You say as if it wasn't obvious already.

"I missed you too babygirl," He brings his wide hand up to your head, petting your hair as you mark his neck. He lets out a low moan as you do so. "Is my princess feeling needy?" He tilts his head with a little smirk and you pull back to nod. "Want me to take care of you? Love you? Pleasure you?" Yunho was just as excited as you, his hands travelling down to your ass and groping it softly. He scoops you up into his arms before carrying you to the bed.

Confident, someone that will intimidate him and make him step out of his comfort zone a little.

Yeosang can be confident in himself for sure but having a lady to overpower his own confidence is a sensation he can't describe in words. Not to say he needs or wants to be humbled but it's more of who's taking the wheel, not necessarily steering.

Yeosang lays against the bed with his lips beautifully parted as he lets out quiet and soft moans between rapid breaths. His cock stands tall as you roll the vibrator up and down his cock. He tosses his head back as you increase the intensity. "Ah, baby," He jerks forward but you quickly hush him. He nods with a whine and lays back down. "I've never felt anything like this," He whimpers and you grin.

"Probably because you've never used a vibrator before," You tease and Yeosang smiles with a little chuckle.

"Yeah maybe-ah!" He jumps as you press the vibrator hard against his balls. He tries to squirm and wiggle away but you hold him close. Within seconds he's gripping the sheets and cumming onto his tummy and your hand. "Fuck," He groans before going limp. As he rests against the bed, his body still shivering, he smiles slightly. "Thank you Y/N," he sighs. "I don't think I could do that without you,"

Needy, a girl who will come crawling to him with need.

San absolutely loves sex, any kind of sex he can get really, but what he really likes is that raw need, raw hunger, raw pleasure. He wants a girl who will always need, not want, but need him. This makes sex more embodied. He likes when his girl is so blinded by lust that she loses all of decency.

San's wide body towers of yours as you lay helplessly against the bed. You are craving him, starving for sex and he is more than willing to give it to you. "Tell me what you're thinking baby, I want to give you everything you want," He kisses your collarbone as his hands glide over you skin, lingering on sensitive bits.

"I-I don't even know. I just need you," You plead as your eyes water with desperation, not quite tears, but definitely glossy. San can't help but smirk as he sees the desperation in your eyes. He brings his fingers down to your core and glides his finger through your folds, stopping at your clit to flick it softly.

"I'll give you everything you need and more," He kisses your neck softly.

Chubby, a girl with lot's of meat on her bones that he can grab.

Mingi loves to grope with his big, wide and strong hands. He knows what his fingers are good for but he likes to use them to knead flesh instead. Not to mention he just finds a bigger body attractive in general. The way the skin ripples with each thrust, tits bouncing with each pound and most of all the sound the skin makes when it hits his.

"Sit down," Mingi encourages you as he lays below your dripping cunt. "All of your weight," He nods determinedly as he holds your ass in his palms, a faint red outline left from his hands.

"Are you sure?" You ask again and he nods vigorously. You sigh as you cave into his doe eyes and begin to rest your core against his face. He moans of your soft, sensitive skin finally makes contact with his lips. He instantly begins to moan and groan as he eats you out, his hands kneading at your thighs. From the sensation of your skin alone Mingi's cock twitches in the air, he may even cum from squeezing your meat.

Clingy, a girl that will get needy for him and his touch.

Wooyoung is whiny and needy, always needing some kind of attention, so a girl that clings to him is exactly what he needs. He needs someone who won't mind his constant presence and need, this includes when he's horny. He needs a girl who won't mind when he rubs himself against you first thing in the morning when he gets morning wood, or won't mind if he wants to jack off while you shower.

As you stir awake you feel some weight and warmth against your thigh. As you peel your eyes open you instantly understand the situation, Wooyoung woke up hard as a rock again and he's using you to get off. You don't even mind at this point, if anything you like it. He's so desperate and needy that he just uses you. "I'm sorry," He whimpers as he leans in closer to your ear. "I had another dream about you," He admits before moaning louder. "I can't help myself," He sounds like he's about to cry, which could be for many reasons. You put a gentle arm around him as he continues to hump your leg.

"It's okay baby, keep going," You encourage and he lets out a whimper before burying his face in your shoulder. A surge of excitement rolls through him now that you're awake and watching him. He suddenly pulls back,"

"I wanna fuck you...please,"

Patient, a girl who will take her time to feel all the feelings.

Unlike the others Jongho is patient and needs his partner to be able to follow his pace. He likes to build up the pleasure like building blocks. He starts slow and gradually works his way up to the highest peak possible. Jongho needs his woman to understand that he will get her there, it'll just take time.

"Shh, shh, you've been doing so good," Jongho whispers to you as you whine to cum, begging him to drag you to the high you know he can bring you to, but only he can. "Take deep breaths, relax your muscles," He encourages and though you are upset at him for not letting you cum yet, you do as he says. He then brings out a vibrator and excitement rushes through your body like a strike of lightening. He turns it on and the buzzing sound has you seeing stars. Jongho brings the toy down to your clit and rubs it in little circles.

Instantly, your eyes widen and your legs jerk up. Your jaw feels like it's been wired open as you let out soft moans.

"Fuck~" You moan loudly as tears build in your eyes; you knew your orgasm was close and it got you so excited. "I'm cumming!" You shout out as your back arches off of Jongho's chest. Tears pour down your cheeks and saliva drips from your lips. You felt so high as your body twitches and shakes from pleasure. Jongho doesn't say anything but he is secretly smirking to himself.

[yun-fangz]

okay hear me out.... scenting with hybrid!ateez

mdni 18+ content ahead

can be poly!teez or individual members or duos, whatever you like 🌟

it would start out simple with them running their noses along your neck and shoulders, chuffing and purring happily at your scent. you'd let out the occasional giggle as their eyelashes would flutter against your sensitive skin, tickling you softly.

it's one of the best pastimes for your hybrid companions, allowing them to be close to you and douse you in their scents as they take in yours. however, nothing could beat the way they loved scenting your pussy.

they could smell your arousal from the another room, wasting almost no time sneaking over and slotting themselves between your thighs. they'd eagerly dispose of whatever you were wearing, leaving you just in your panties, the material now becoming sticky with your essence.

god, the scent would drive them feral. noses immediately pressing themselves to your core, eagerly drinking in the scent of your excitement. ears would twitch and tails would wag as they rub their faces along your clothed cunt, moaning and purring, completely pussy drunk off your scent.

if you tried to close your legs or squirm too much, they wouldn't hesitate to push you further into where you were, a small warning growl passing their lips. you knew there was no real bite to it, but the sound nonetheless had you stilling, allowing them to do as they pleased.

eventually they would take mercy on you, pushing your panties aside before dipping back in and lapping at your sweetness, a thank you for letting them scent your addicting pussy.

me when i have no self control and love hybrid!ateez

and this isn't totally because i'm revisiting a bear hybrid!jongho wip i have and it has this in it hahahaha totally not because of that... 😊

[yoongikapi]

as types of kisses || ot8 || drabbles

pure fluff

atz masterlist

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hongjoong:

⟢ littering kisses all over your face!

> every time you share a kiss he genuinely cannot contain himself and peppers kisses all over your face

> he finds it cute when you laugh and tell him it tickles and he takes this as encouragement to keep going

> sometimes you’d try to pull away while giggling and he’d wrap his arms around your back and keep you in place so he can keep kissing you

<3

seonghwa:

⟢ needing to cup your face!

> this man loves to admire you

> before he leans in to kiss you, his hands find their comfortable place on your cheeks and his thumbs brush your face and he can’t help but smile down at you

> he gently kisses you and his mind races; he cant believe you’re truly his

<3

yunho:

⟢ hand kisses!

> we all know this man’s hands are severely hot; well he thinks the same about your hands

> he loves holding your hands in his big ones and caresses them, the feel of your soft hands in his does something to him

> he can’t help but kiss the backside of your hands and the act makes him feel like your prince

<3

yeosang:

⟢ cheek kisses!

> he loves kissing your lips don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about kissing your cheek that sends him into a daze

> or when you kiss his cheek?? oh pray for him

> its a small, innocent act that he absolutely loves

<3

san:

⟢ touchy kisses!

> okay so every time you kiss, he HAS to be touching you in some way, whether that’s holding your hand or wrapping his hands around the backside of your neck to pull you in close

> his absolute favorite tho is wrapping his hands around your waist (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

> he loves how his big hands rest right above your hips and around your waist to pull you in, and he knows it drives you crazy

<3

mingi:

⟢ forehead kisses!

> this man towers over you which makes your forehead an easy target

> he smiles when he looks down at you and you glance back up at him, it makes his heart skip a beat and he can’t help but place a kiss to your temple

> he’ll never forget when you tried to place a kiss on his forehead, you pulled up a chair to reach and he ended up lifting you up instead

<3

wooyoung:

⟢ smiling in between kisses!

> he’s always been the smiley type, but it heightens when the two of you kiss

> the moment his lips touch yours he can’t help the big smile that spreads across his face, which makes you smile as well

> when his lips smile against yours you’ve gotten into the habit of deepening the kiss which makes him smile all the more

<3

jongho:

⟢ deep kisses!

> he gets so carried away when the two of yall kiss he physically can’t stop himself

> i’m talkin deep kisses where nothing else matters but the two of you

> when you pull away to catch your breath, his lips find yours immediately like he can’t get enough of you

<3

[hwaowiiii]

Oh my god

This got me scream

Quarantine's Not That Bad - ATEEZ

A tickle fic? On this Tumblr? What has the world come to??!!

They were on the move.

Prowling around the dorm, waiting for an unsuspecting lee to make a wrong move.

It had been a while since the lers had joined forces like this, intending to wreck every lee in sight. Their world tour had definitely thrown a spanner into the works too.

But quarantine was good for one thing, when 4 lers lived with 4 lees (well, 3 lees and a switch, who leant towards a lee anyway).

Seonghwa was laid on his bed in his room when the first unfortunate soul walked in. Poor little Hongjoong walked in, intending on changing his clothes, but was quickly followed by Jongho, who shut the door quietly behind him. As the small leader took off his t-shirt, ditching it on the floor, the eldest and youngest made eye contact, a quick nod being shared between them.

Jongho moved first, grabbing the shorter man by the legs and slinging him over his shoulder. Hongjoong cried out in shock, gripping Jongho's waist with his arms as he was faced with the younger's muscled back.

"Jongho, why on-- oh NOHOHOHO!"

Hongjoong tried his best to kick, but Jongho holding his shins made it impossible to. Seonghwa's fingers, in the meantime, danced skillfully on the younger's socked feet, tickling dreadfully. Small fists pounded on the maknae's back, as Hongjoong's face screwed up in laughter, belly laughter erupting from his mouth.

"Seonghwahahahahaha!! Stohohohop!! NO!" The leader shrieked as he felt the elders wiggling fingers slip under the top of his socks, pulling them off while tickling down his feet. Seonghwa couldn't hold back his own grin, chuckling back, "Not on your life."

The elders fingernails scratched lightly down the platinum blond's sole, particularly focusing on the little gaps between his toes. Hongjoong couldn't help but scream with laughter, still raining punches on Jongho's back as he tried desperately to escape. Jongho held strong though, laughing at how weak his hyung had become due to the tickling. Seonghwa grinned, slowing down. "Ok I'm bored of the feet now."

"No, Seonghwa don't! I swear to god! No no no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hongjoong flailed desperately when Seonghwa's fingers made contact with the hollows of his armpits, practically screaming with laughter. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as his fingers fled all over the younger's torso, tickling everywhere from Hongjoong's armpits to his back, to his stomach and ribs. He even managed to sneak a raspberry on the leaders neck, resulting in a hilarious shriek tearing from his lips. Jongho himself joined in, wiggling devilish fingers all along the leaders thighs and knees. By the time they were done, Hongjoong was red in the face, tears welling in his eyes.

"Stohohohop!!! Stop, stop, plehease!! Need- ahahaha- I need a break!" The lers laughed, stopping their assault while Jongho ditched the still giggling leader onto his bed. The shorter immediately curled into foetal position, unable to remove the smile from his face. Seonghwa grinned, grabbing a soft blue shirt and throwing it onto him. He pinched the exposed side, laughing at the yell he received.

"Put that on before I attack you again."

On the other side of the dorm, Yunho and Mingi were chatting in the kitchen when an unsuspecting Yeosang came in for a glass of water. It was obvious that he'd just been practicing dancing in his room, as there was a light sweat on his brow and he was panting. One glance at each other and the two tallest knew what to do.

As the shorter reached up to grab a glass, Mingi poked him in the armpit, causing the arm to slam to his side. Yeosang glared at him, causing the taller to chuckle. He tried to reach up with the other hand, only to find Yunho had slipped to that side and repeated the same action. Yeosang huffed, reaching up once again only to be stopped once more.

"What's wrong Sangie?" Yunho asked, as Yeosang glared at the duo, "Can't you reach it?"

"Maybe try again," Mingi stated, massive grin on his face, "you can't be that short."

"Why don't you try not being a prick," the shorter grumbled, once again attempting to reach for a glass only to be poked.

Mingi gasped dramatically, "I am OFFENDED!" Tackling Yeosang to the ground, he sat on his wrists. Yunho watched in amusement as Yeosang struggled, while Mingi required little to no effort to keep him down. "Wanna apologise?"

"Sod off," Yeosang replied, still struggling, "Let me get a drink!"

"So rude!" Mingi exclaimed, "I'm hurt!" He lightly started drumming his fingers on Yeosang's ribs, watching as the elder tried to hide his developing smile. "We should punish him Yunho!"

"How?" Yunho asked, feigning innocence to Mingi's plan.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiike this!" As Mingi's fingers started drilling mercilessly into Yeosang's sides, the shorter male bucked up, instantly dissolving into belly laughter.

"Nonononono Mingi!! Fuhuhuhuck!!"

"Is that a swear word??" Yunho exclaimed. "Oh you're in for it now mister."

Yunho's long fingers made quick work of the younger's socks, and as he grabbed the boys slender ankles he could hear pleading. Smiling brightly, he started gently stroking a single finger down Yeosang's left arch, listening as the laughter went higher in pitch. As soon as 5 fingers hit the boy's soles, he screamed, laughter raising in pitch and volume as he defiantly tried to pull his feet from Yunho's grasp.

One glance at Mingi proved that he was going all out, one hand spidering in Yeosang's right armpit while the other hand flitted around, attacking his stomach and ribs and hips and neck with no discernible pattern. Yeosang's face was red with a heavy blush, eyes screwed shut. Yunho grinned, laying on the younger's legs so his chin rested on his stomach.

He left his fingers pattering softly on his thighs, not enough to tickle but enough to irritate, and as Mingi also stopped, hands rubbing at Yeosang's biceps, Yeosang finally opened his eyes, which flickered around before landing on Yunho.

"Hi!" Yunho grinned, nuzzling his chin into the smallest stomach.

"No!" Yeosang instantly said, "No no no, do not!"

As the tallers lips moved closer to his destination, Yeosang get desperate, crying out "I'll buy you food!"

Yunho instantly looked up, making eye contact with Mingi.

"Tempting." Said the rapper, before nodding at Yunho.

The man's face went straight to his target, blowing a raspberry on the younger's bellybutton, revelling in the laughter that erupted from his mouth.

"Think we'd rather hear you laugh though."

After five minutes on non-stop raspberries, Yunho heard Yeosang's breathing get laboured, so he decided to call it off. Sitting on his knees, he chuckled as Yeosang threw a hand over his eyes, smile remaining fixed in place. Mingi stood up, filling a glass with cold water and placing it next to him.

"Enjoy!"

"Asshole."

After lunch had happened, the lers messaged each other.

Seonghwa: Ok Jongho and I got Joong

Mingles: Yunho and I managed to get Sangie

Jonghooooo: so that just leaves woosan

Yunhooooo: ok, Seonghwa and I will hit San because Mingi will need you for Woo Jjong

Jonghooooo: I'll remember my ear plugs

Well, Mingi and Jongho decided to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the chance to attack Wooyoung. After 30 minutes, they weren't sure where he was, but Jongho managed to catch him in the corner of his eye, walking out of the bathroom in a towel. Clearly he had been in the shower, and as he disappeared into his and Yeosang's shared room, the duo stood up and snuck in behind him.

Wooyoung was blissfully unaware of their presence, as he pulled on a pair of briefs and loose cotton shorts. He was about to pick out a shirt when he caught sight of Mingi and Jongho in the mirror, and he yelled in shock, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Good god, you scared me to death!"

Jongho grinned, "sorry hyung, didn't mean to!"

"Then what did you mean to do?" Wooyoung pouted, returning to his search for a t-shirt.

The maknae ran and tackled him to the floor, gripping his wrists tightly.

"This!"

"Wha- Oh nohohoho Mingi! Leave me be!!!"

"Sorry, no can do!" The taller grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly above the smallers stomach. "We've nearly hit everyone today, would hate to break that streak!"

Wooyoung shrieked when Mingi's fingers made contact with his stomach, loud hyena laughter bouncing off the walls. He bucked and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the sensation, but Jongho had a tight grip on his wrists.

"THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR HYUNG, GET USED TO IT!" Jongho had to yell to be heard over the younger's hysterical laughter, but grinned wildly at Mingi, who was enjoying wrecking havoc on his dongsaengs body.

When Mingi's hands slowed, slowly crawling from his hipbones upwards, Wooyoung's giggles quietened, and he looked at Mingi with pleading eyes.

"Please don't," he begged, lightly kicking his legs, "pleaseee!"

Mingi was deaf to his pleading, and ten fingers soon found themselves in the younger's armpits. A high pitched squeal left his mouth, causing Jongho to cringe.

"Jesus, that was loud!"

"WEHEHELL, ITS YOHOHOUR DAHAMN FAHAHAHAULT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOP!"

"Nah," Mingi replied casually, moving down to tweak at his ribs again. Wooyoung would yell whenever Mingi's hands found their way back to his armpits, and after around 10 more minutes he stopped, letting Wooyoung take a breather.

As Wooyoung gulped in air, chest heaving, Mingi wriggled down his body, til he was sat on the younger's knees. By the time Wooyoung realised what he was doing, he was immobile from the waist down.

"No," he whined, "Mingi stop! Haven't you had enough??"

"Don't even try and tell me you don't enjoy this," Mingi chuckled, laughing even harder at the flush that appeared on the younger's face as he tried to deny it. "And you especially like ittttttt here!!"

Mingi's fingers started to attack the inside of Wooyoung's thighs, which immediately tensed and trembled, unable to escape. Wooyoung was shrieking, bouncing as much as he could when he was restrained from both ends. His feet drummed on the floor, and he couldn't even get any words out, just shrieking with laughter like a maniac. Jongho, starting to get bored, also started to spider his fingers along Wooyoung's tummy, revelling in pinching the slight pudge that he had. Tickling a pudgy tummy when you're in an idol group is hard, because most of them have abs, so it was rare to pass up an opportunity to tickle Wooyoung's adorable soft belly. Wooyoung's eyes started tearing up, and he shook his head from side to side, pleading when he could, although they barely sounded like words. When Jongho and Mingi finally let up, he just wheezed on the floor for a solid minute, absolutely exhausted. Jongho and Mingi sat either end of him, smiling fondly. Mingi laughed out loud when Wooyoung just fell asleep, and Jongho grinned, picking up the smaller effortlessly and dropping him on the bed.

"We didn't even get his feet, Jjong!"

Seonghwa and Yunho took a more... direct approach at finding their prey. They scoped out the entire dorm, eventually finding him in the computer room, playing a game online with his friends. They hid behind the oblivious younger, who was too busy chatting.

"Changbin, he's behind you! Get him, get him!! Oh god I'm out of bullets no no no!! Yeonjun, can you drop some for me?"

They could hear vague responses through the youngers headset, and were aching to attack, but they weren't that mean. After roughly ten minutes, the winning screen popped up, and San jumped about in his seat from excitement.

"Yes! We did i-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Yunho and Seonghwa had leapt into action, dragging him off the chair and leaving the headset nearby, so his friends would know he wasn't being murdered.

"Hyung, why did you do that?" San pouted, rubbing at his rear where he landed. Without responding, Seonghwa pounced on the youngers wrists, pinning them under his knees.

"Hyung what's happening?" The slender male asked, highly confused at the situation.

However when Yunho started moving towards his hips, his eyes went big, and he started struggling ten fold.

"No no no hyung pleaseeeeeeee don't!"

"Sorry baby, everyone else has been hit though!"

Nervous giggles left San's mouth as Yunhos fingers descended, never making contact but the teasing being unbearable. Huge squeaky laughter erupted when the fingers met his stomach, making both the elders smile due to its infectious nature.

"Awww see you've got a shirt on. That's not fair!" Yunho whined, causing San to retort, "it's plenty fair- AAAA NOHOHOHOHO!" Yunho managed to slip his fingers under the loose grey shirt, spidering his way across the youngers tummy. He pushed it up so the flat expanse of skin was easily available.

"As much as I love Yeosang, you have better reactions to this."

San couldn't ask what due to his panting, but Yunho blowing a raspberry directly on his navel was answer enough.

"OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD! YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He squealed, bucking up and trying to escape.

"Don't try to escape!" Seonghwa laughed, pulling him up by his wrists and placing them behind the elders head. Before San could move his arms down, Seonghwa quickly attacked his armpits, causing San to squeak and pull his arms down, attempting to curl up despite Yunho still blowing raspberries all over his abdomen.

"See, now I'm stuck!" Seonghwa laughed, wriggling his fingers. San shrieked, the combined sensations wrecking havoc on his body. Laughter could be heard from the headset abandoned on the floor, and San flushed even more, struggle to escape renewed. "Come on, lift up your arms! Let me out!"

"I cahahahahan't!" San giggled as Yunho stopped blowing raspberries, instead nibbling ticklishly at his prominent ribs. "Stohohohohohop!"

"Tell you what," Seonghwa bargained, "When I can pull my hands out we'll stop ok? That's all you gotta do."

"Nohohohot fahahahahair!"

"I think it's plenty fair," Yunho grinned, swirling a finger around San's tummy. "Go on Sannie!"

San tried to lift up his arms, clearly struggling but determined to do it. By the time he got halfway, Yunho blew another raspberry on his bellybutton, causing them to fly straight back down.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO YUNHO!!"

"Sorry, sorry Sannie!" He chuckled, returning his fingers to his side. He mischievously glanced at Seonghwa, "Why not try again?"

It took 8 tries for San to finally get his arms up, and true to his word Seonghwa pulled his hands out. San collapsed against Seonghwas shoulder, panting heavily.

"You good?" The eldest chuckled, wrapping his hands around his waist and lightly rubbing his tummy, like the younger enjoyed.

San huffed, grumbling out "sleepy" in a quiet voice.

Yunho chuckled, telling Seonghwa to put him to bed as he logged off the game. San's friends were laughing through the headphones as he explained why they were logging off, amused at the goings on in the dorm.

"Do you guys ever leave them alone?" Changbin teased, "That's the 8th time in two weeks!"

Yunho laughed back, saying, "What else are we supposed to do in quarantine?"

"God you guys are evil," Yeonjun chuckled, "Can't believe you tickled him so much he got sleepy."

"Ok maybe we're a little bit evil." Yunho laughed, ending the call.

Yunhooooo: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

[letsgoletsgetit08]

soft hours pt. 2 - christmas

how they would celebrate christmas with you (plus a suprise they have trouble keeping secret)

maknae line

warnings: mdni, christmas fluff, smut

pairings: choi san x f!reader, song mingi x f!reader, jung wooyoung x f!reader, choi jongho x f!reader

word count: 5.8k

author's note: MERRY TEEZMAS! Here's the maknae line, finally! I picture this as slightly aged up members and their significant others, still famous and working in the industry but with solo careers (hence the ability to take actual time off for themselves). But I did try to keep that part vague. I'm not religious but I grew up with Christmas, but feel free to sub in whatever winter holiday tickles your fancy. Once again found myself writing much more for the maknae line but sue me, it's where 2/3 of my bias line lives!

likes, comments, and reblogs always welcome as long as you're not a minor!

Choi San: “Are you sure you want to do this? My family really wouldn’t mind coming to Seoul instead.” San fixed you with a worried look.

“Choi San,” you rolled your eyes, “I promise you, I’m not only happy but excited to see Namhae. It’s where you grew up, it’s important to me. I don’t care if everyone there knows your name, I don’t care if I’ll get dirty glares in the grocery store. As long as you’re with me, everything will be fine. I want to see every part of you and the town you grew up in is part of that.” 

San’s troubled expression softened, his lips curling into a small smile, dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks, “I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He picked you up before you could protest, spinning you in a circle before gently letting your feet meet the ground once again, pulling you into a swift, tender kiss, “I’m going to make it worth it for you, I promise.”

“Spending time with you is always worth it, Sannie.” You kissed his left cheek, unable to hold back any longer, his dimples having tempted you for too long. 

“Stop being so sweet or we’ll never get on the road.” He teased, planting one last kiss to your forehead before gathering your suitcases into his hands and heading outside towards the Uber. There wasn’t a great way to drive there from the city, so you’d be taking a very quick flight, likely spending just as long in the airport as you would on the plane. At least your days in economy seating were over since having started dating San. 

Airports gave you mega anxiety, and you were soon reminded of several reasons you loved your boyfriend so much. The way he could sense your nerves, keeping you close to his side, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, holding onto your ticket and boarding pass for you so you didn’t have to panic every time you thought you misplaced it, speaking softly in your ear to help distract you from your surroundings. 

He guided you in front of him through security, knowing you didn’t like feeling left behind. He was caught up with security for a minute as his bag passed through the sensor. You could see him trying to remain calm, speaking to the workers in a rushed but polite tone and wondered what the hold up was, but as soon as you were about to approach to check in, he was being waved through, an understanding seeming to have been reached. 

“Everything okay?” You asked as he approached.

“All good,” He smiled at you reassuringly, “Just couldn’t figure out what my razor was I guess.”

“Ah, yes, because you definitely wouldn’t be more dangerous with just your bare hands.” You joked.

“Exactly.” He laughed.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch, and soon you were waiting on the curb outside of the small airport, excitedly waiting for San’s parents to arrive to take you to their house. 

You loved his family, and they were always so warm and welcoming to you. It was so nice to see them in this context, the town they knew so well and loved. 

Once at their house, you got to see something you’d been dying to witness since you met the man, “Byeoli!” San squealed as his cat trotted out and began rubbing on his ankles, purring loudly, “Hi, baby! It’s so good to see you.”

You knelt down beside San, and Byeol approached cautiously, sniffing your finger until finally deciding she approved, rubbing her cheek on your hand. 

“Look at that. My two girls meeting at last.” San beamed at you, “She likes you. But I always knew she had good taste.”

“He has the best taste, isn’t that right, Byeol?” You addressed the cat rather than San. 

After unloading your luggage into San’s childhood bedroom (still decorated the same, much to your amusement), the two of you were sent on a grocery run for some last minute things San’s mom needed for dinner that night. 

San had been right to warn you. No less than ten people in the grocery store recognized him, assessing you in varying degrees of approval, ranging from polite acceptance to obvious, poorly hidden distaste and jealousy. But the latter didn’t hurt your feelings as much as you thought it would, easy to ignore with how proud San looked when he introduced you to them. 

You adored hearing San wax poetic about his memories of his hometown as you drove around, taking an unnecessarily scenic route back home, how his face lit up when he saw that his favorite old ice cream shop was still open, the billboard with his face on it, which he blushed at the sight of, his high school, the park where he had his first kiss, his dad’s taekwondo studio. All of it was so distinctly him, painting the picture of the man with whom you were so deeply in love with as you put images to places you had only heard described to you before. 

“San,” You grabbed his hand as he parked the car back in the driveway, “Thank you for showing me.”

“It’s not much to show,” He shrugged, “But it’s part of me.”

“It means the world to me, baby. You mean the world to me, and this town is part of you. Don’t undersell its value.”

He picked up your hand that was holding his, bringing it to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently, “I don’t think I realized how important it was for you to see it until we were here.” He sighed, “So thank you, jagi.”

“Any time, my love.” You smiled at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the look he was giving you, amazed that after all this time, he could still elicit that sensation within you so easily. 

You pulled him into a quick, deep kiss, pulling away before the two of you got lost in it, knowing everyone inside was awaiting your return. 

San's older sister and brother-in-law arrived shortly after and you couldn't stop smiling at how happy you were with these people. You were all but estranged from your own family and before you met San, the holidays were spent either with friends or alone and it never really bothered you too much, but now, experiencing what this was like, it was making you emotional. 

As you sat by San's side on the couch in their living room while everyone got caught up, you felt a tear escape your eye, rolling warm down your cheek.

San caught on immediately as you went to wipe it away, “Hey,” he squeezed your hand, “Everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “Sorry, I just really love your family. You know how mine is…”

“Oh, honey,” San wrapped his arm around you, pulling you securely to his side, “I know. You never had this, huh?” 

You shook your head. 

“Well they're your family now, too, jagi.” He assured you. 

San's sister overheard the last part, “Oh, did you already-” 

San cut her off before she could continue, ignoring the confused look on your face, “Let's do gifts!” 

Later that night, you had assured San you could be quiet when you couldn't take his teasing any longer, but you were having a hard time keeping that promise as his tongue lavished your core with expert precision, clasping a hand over your mouth as he carried you over the edge, other hand clasped tight in his hair, desperately trying to keep your movements small but unable to control your hips bucking against his face as you reached your peak, waves of pleasure rolling over you. 

He pulled back, crawling towards you again, settling in behind you, kissing all over your shoulders and neck, “I will never get tired of that.” He whispered, and you could hear the smile on his voice. 

“I hope that's true, because I sure as hell won't.” You turned to catch him in a lopsided kiss, “Let me help you, too, baby.”

“Jagi,” he kissed you sweetly, pulling away to yawn, but lining his cock up to your entrance nonetheless, “How did I get so lucky?” 

“If you're too tired-”

“Never.”

He started rolling his hips slowly, knowing the exact motion that drove you crazy. You were still coming down from your last orgasm and he built it back quickly. Soon, you were clenching around him and his hips stilled as he followed. You tried to adjust to pull yourself off of him, but he wrapped an arm around you, stopping you, “Mmh, no, just stay. You're so warm.” 

“I-” You chuckled as you heard him already breathing heavy, falling to sleep, “Yeah, okay. Anything for you, baby.” 

You awoke a little while later to the feeling of San hard inside you again, unable to stop from clenching at the feeling, realizing he was awake and was obviously trying to stay still. 

“Go ahead, baby, use me.” You whispered. 

He grunted in acknowledgement, rolling you to your stomach and fucking you slowly and carefully into the mattress, your face graciously buried in the pillow to muffle any noises that may have tried to escape. 

Before you knew it, the two of you were falling apart once again. This time, once you had ridden your orgasms out, San pulled out and allowed you to get up and go to the bathroom. 

When you returned, he was sitting up in bed, a wild look on his face as you climbed in beside him, “Jagiya, I lied earlier at the airport.”

“You what? When?” You were racking your brain for anything he had said that might have been false. 

“It wasn’t my razor that confused security,” he pulled a ring box from under his pillow, “It was this.” He opened it, revealing the ring of your dreams, “I was serious earlier though, when I said you're family now. I already consider myself the luckiest man on earth having you by my side, and I want that to be true. Permanently. Take my name. Join my family. And let's start our own someday. Please, love? Marry me.” 

“Choi San.” You felt tears well up again, “Yes, God, yes. Nothing would make me happier.” 

“Choi Y/N.” He whispered it like a prayer. You were his family now and he was yours. You could hardly sleep in your excitement afterwards, making out with your fiance into the early hours of the morning. 

Song Mingi: The bed dipping with added weight roused you from a deep sleep. Blue early morning light streamed in through the curtains as you blinked open your eyes. 

“Mingi?” Your voice cracked as you sat up, bleary eyed and disoriented, reaching for the bottle of water you kept on your bedside table. 

“Baby!” Mingi’s deep voice rattled your sleepy brain as he pounced on top of the suitcase he had just hefted onto the bed, “Can you help me out real quick?”

“What time is it?” You groaned. 

“7am! Come on, we need to be on the road at 8!” 

“Song Mingi. Once upon a time, you and I bonded over the fact that we're not morning people.” You grumbled as you tossed the comforter aside to assist your goofy boyfriend. 

“I know, that's why I was very brave and got up early to pack for us. There’s coffee on in the kitchen, cutie.” He kissed your temple hastily as you came around to help hold the pieces of the suitcase together for him to zip. 

“Okay, I forgive you- wait, is this all games? Do you really think you can get the guys to play Catan again after what happened last time?” You eyed him skeptically. 

“Wooyoung and Jongho made up a week later!” He defended himself, “You know I've gotta at least try.”

“I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes, “It's your favorite.” 

“No, baby.” He grunted as the zipper finally closed all the way, “You're my favorite.” He tackled you back onto the bed, peppering your face with kisses, ending with a slow, sweet kiss on your lips, “I love you a whole lot, have I said that recently?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to consider it, “I mean, not in the last business day, probably.”

Mingi gasped, “Inconceivable!” He practically shouted in your ear, resuming his attack. 

“You're the silliest goose on the whole pond.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. 

“As long as it's your pond.” He replied, hopping to his feet and pulling you up behind him, not awaiting your reply, “C'mon, go get dressed! I'll go pour you some coffee.” 

“You're acting more odd than normal and I'm going to figure out why.” You mumbled as you trudged over to your dresser, finding it nearly empty, “Wait, Mingi, did you pack for me, too?” You called to him in the kitchen.

“Yeah! I just grabbed everything!” He called back, “I laid you out an outfit, it's on your desk chair.”

You looked over to find a pair of his sweats and one of his oversized t-shirts with your bra and a pair of underwear laid on top. “These are your clothes!” You yelled through a chuckle. 

“You look so cute in my clothes,” He reentered the room, handing you your favorite coffee mug, “Plus, I kinda packed everything I've ever seen you wear.” 

You rolled your eyes as you began changing in front of him. 

“Ugh, baby. That's no fair.” He whined.

“What?” You asked, confused, as you pulled on clean underwear.

“You're so hot and I don't even have time to have sex with you about it.” Mingi pouted, ogling you from his position on the bed. 

You laughed, crossing over to him with only underwear on, “Not with that attitude.” 

Half an hour and three orgasms later, Mingi came up for air from in between your legs, licking his lips like he had just eaten the most delicious meal in the world - he probably would argue he had, if you'd asked him. 

“Jagi,” You gasped, still breathing hard as he kissed up your torso, “We have to get on the road.”

Mingi pouted but didn't protest too much, letting you up to get dressed and pack your toiletries. 

Yunho's lake house had become a yearly tradition for the eight of them, everyone heading there a couple of days after Christmas to stay through New Years. Plus ones were prohibited except for “serious” relationships, which they typically defined as at least engaged. You had thought Mingi might propose on Christmas, but you were even more excited at the thought of it happening on New Years Eve. 

Christmas this year had been lovely. He had an uncanny ability for gift giving, you suspected he kept a running list of every thing you mentioned vaguely wanting throughout the year, and this year was no exception. His mom had the two of you over for Christmas, feeding you far too much and giving you knowing glances like she knew what laid ahead for you in the very near future. You were so grateful with how welcoming she had been since you started dating Mingi, knowing how big of a momma's boy he was, her approval meant everything to you. You would have been happy had he proposed at Christmas, and as much as having his mom's approval meant to you, you absolutely adored the seven other members of his group, considering them to already be like brothers to you, and by how they treated you, you figured they considered you similarly. Truth be told though, you would be thrilled no matter where or when he proposed. 

Road trips were one of your favorite things to do with Mingi. They were always filled with silly made-up car games and singing along to music at the beginning, turning to comfortable silence with his hand on your thigh as he drove, talking intermittently about anything and everything and nothing at all towards the end. Most of all, you loved the uninterrupted time you got just to simply stare at him and take him in. You thought he was the most beautiful person on the planet, every detail of his face and body a work of art in and of itself. 

“...and that's why I don't think you'd ever remember it even if you had been abducted by aliens.” Mingi concluded his thesis as he pulled the car into the driveway of the lake house at last. 

“Hmm.” You considered, “I think we'll just have to agree to disagree on this one, my love.” 

“I'm taking a vote when we go in.” Mingi shot you a challenging look as he got out of the driver's seat, darting around to your door to open it for you before you could do it yourself. 

“Good, I can't wait to win the vote.” You teased him, leaning in for a kiss, gasping as he pulled a fast one on you, leaning in to return it only to turn away and deny you at the last second. 

“Song Mingi!” You chastised him, “Fine. No more kisses ever again since you don't want them.”

“What!” He pouted, rushing back over to you with pleading eyes, taking your empty threat seriously, “Baby, no! Please, forgive me, I'm so sorry, don't deprive me!” 

You snickered at him, “Aw, princess.” You pulled him close, giving him a chaste peck on his pretty lips, “I would shrivel up and die if l couldn't kiss you.” 

“You guys are disgusting, I take it back, no plus ones.” Yunho bullied you from the porch, “Mingi, go ahead and go home.”

“Hey!” Mingi barked, offended by his best friend's words. 

“We missed you, too, Yunho.” You rolled your eyes, strolling over to him as he waited with open arms for a hug. 

“It’s been too long, noona.” Yunho crushed you to his chest. You weren't exactly petite, squarely on the tall side and you could wear Mingi’s jeans pretty easily, filling them out similarly in the ass and thigh region, but he and Yunho still made you feel small in comparison. 

“Thank you for inviting me.” You answered through constricted lungs, “I do have to breathe, though.” 

“My bad.” Yunho chuckled as he released you, “I just have to make sure you know you're my favorite. But don't tell anyone.”

You crossed your heart, “It's our secret, Yuyu.” You winked at him. 

The rest of the night followed in a similar fashion, ending with all of you in the spacious living room, pleasantly buzzed. Wooyoung sat curled in San's lap, relaying a story you all had heard a thousand times but indulged in letting him tell regardless, mostly due to the entertaining way he reenacted it. Seonghwa sat on the floor in front of Hongjoong, building the Star Wars Lego set the latter had gifted him from Christmas as his husband stared at him with an endless depth of adoration in his eyes. Jongho, who was pretty perpetually single by his own choice, sat in front of the fireplace with his guitar, humming and singing quietly. Yeosang leaned onto Yunho's shoulder, letting his boyfriend play with his hair absentmindedly. You hadn't realized the two of them were dating, but you had to admit, it was rather cute. Roommates to lovers, a tale as old as time. You supposed the “engaged at minimum” rule didn't apply to the host himself. 

You felt so at peace, so at home with everyone there, so full of love for all of them. Honored to have been let in to this sacred circle and welcomed with open arms. 

The next few days were spent playing games - including, much to your surprise, an oddly civil game of Catan - or with Wooyoung and Mingi in the kitchen, San, Yunho, and Seonghwa fighting like siblings in the snow, Hongjoong and Jongho writing and singing songs together, you and Yeosang watching movies and discussing the quirks - some endearing, some harder to stomach - of your significant others, the two of whom had known one another since middle school. You were so excited for this to be your family, you could hardly wait for New Years. 

When the night in question finally came around, though you knew it was coming (Wooyoung had barged in as you were getting dressed earlier, making sure your fingernails were painted), Mingi’s proposal still managed to surprise you. 

Right before midnight, champagne flutes passed out, all of you dressed in cocktail formal, excited for an excuse to get dressed up after a week of sweats and pajamas, Mingi tapped his flute with a knife to get everyone's attention, “A toast! To my friends, who have been with me through everything, the ups and downs of being idols and just life in general, and most importantly, who have listened and advised me on my relationship with my beautiful girlfriend. It means the world to me that you all love her so much. I consider us to be family,” he turned to you then, fishing in his pocket, “But I'd really like us to be family officially. If you'll have me, sweetheart. Nothing could make me happier.” He knelt down, opening the ring box with one large hand, showing you the most perfect ring you could have dreamed of. 

“Mingi,” you beamed at him, “Yes, of course, baby. You better fucking marry me, you goose.” 

“As long as I'm your goose.” He rose, removing the ring and guiding it gently onto your ring finger. 

“Always.” You promised. 

“Ten!” Wooyoung began the countdown to midnight. 

“Nine!” The others joined in, yourself and Mingi included, waiting for the clock to strike twelve before you sealed the moment with a kiss. 

“Eight!” You all chanted. “Makes one team!” You added in between, garnering laughter from the group. 

“Seven!”

“Six!” 

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!” 

“Happy New Year!” 

It wasn't your first kiss, obviously, but it might as well have been, the way the butterflies in your abdomen danced at the contact, face going warm as several of the boys wolf whistled at the display. It only served to egg Mingi on, and he swung you down into a deep dip, never breaking your kiss. 

“Okay, okay, ew. Enough. Save it for the wedding.” Jongho pretended to complain from across the circle. 

“Booooo!” Wooyoung shot back at him. 

“Be nice, baby.” San half-heartedly scolded him. 

“He's being rude!” Wooyoung defended himself.

Mingi brought you back to your feet as the bickering escalated in the background, wiggling his eyebrows at you conspiratorially. 

You nodded, grabbing his hand and sneaking away as the other seven continued their nonsense, too absorbed in it to realize the two of you had made like bandits for the bedroom. 

Mingi didn't even scold you for getting distracted by your new ring as you straddled him and rode his cock for the first time as an engaged couple. In fact, you're pretty sure he only fucked you harder for it. 

The two of you eventually collapsed onto the bed in a pile of tangled, sweaty limbs after round three, completely blissed out on the love you had for one another and excited for the future together that awaited you. 

Jung Wooyoung: Sure, introducing your Harry Potter-obsessed boyfriend to the Lord of the Rings trilogy was a calculated risk. They had always been your favorite Christmas break movies and you wanted to share that tradition with Wooyoung. You had predicted he would like them, but what you hadn't been prepared for was just how much he liked them. You would be spending a belated Christmas with his family, postponed a few days due to his older brother's work schedule, so Christmas Eve and Day would be spent just the two of you at your apartment together. 

Little did you know, Wooyoung had been planning. 

The unmistakable noise of clattering pots and pans in the kitchen served as your alarm that morning, followed by a hushed curse under Wooyoung’s breath. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you dragged your still sleep-laden body out of bed, donning Wooyoung’s discarded sweatshirt on your way into the kitchen. 

“Everything okay, baby?” You asked, your voice still gravelly with sleep. 

Wooyoung jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly deeply concentrated as he stirred the pot on the stove, “Ah! Fuck! You scared me!” 

You chuckled, coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his sinfully slutty waist, “Sorry, kitten,” You apologized, “I just heard a noise and wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“Dammit.” Wooyoung pouted, “I wanted to wake you up with breakfast, I’m sorry.”

You kissed his cheek, “There’s nothing to apologize for. Want me to go back to bed so you can do your original plan?” 

Wooyoung turned around in your embrace, kissing you on the nose, “No, baby, not unless you want to. It’s almost done and I love your company.”

“Okay, but, um…” You trailed off, hating to ask for something when he was already doing so much, “Nevermind, I’ll do it.”

Wooyoung grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Absolutely not! My baby is not lifting a finger today. What did you need, jagi?”

“I just wanted some coffee.” You smiled at him sheepishly.

“Say less.” Wooyoung beamed at you, planting a swift kiss to your lips before breaking off and moving to make you coffee. 

An hour later, three cups of coffee in, Wooyoung was placing the last pastry on the table after putting a different dish he was preparing for later in the oven. 

“If you want me to die in a food coma, just say so.” You teased him as you sat down to indulge yourself on his delicious-smelling baked goods. 

“No, sweetheart, I just want you to enjoy yourself.” Wooyoung couldn’t contain his smile as he watched your eyes roll back at the first bite of his creation. 

“Baby. No offense but I’m breaking up with you for this danish.” You joked.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped in fake offense, “But wait! That danish can’t get you off!”

You shrugged, “Ah, well. Good thing I have a vibrator.”

Wooyoung stuck his bottom lip out, “You know good and well you like my dick better.”

“Hm…” You pretended to consider his words, “My memory is hazy, maybe I need a refresher before I can answer that completely honestly.”

The Fellowship of the Ring played in the background as Wooyoung fucked you over the back of the couch, but neither of you were paying attention to the movie. 

“Admit it.” Wooyoung growled in your ear, “My cock is the only thing that can truly satisfy you.”

“God. Fuck, yes, Youngie. Your cock is the only thing now please fuck me harder.” You begged, sweat dripping down your brow as your boyfriend pounded into you painstakingly slowly, knowing he was driving you crazy. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Wooyoung obeyed, picking up his pace until the two of you were panting as you were finally able to release. 

The rest of the day passed much the same way, between eating, fucking, watching movies, exchanging gifts, and nodding off in between. Hours past sunset, the two of you were back in the kitchen, lethargic from your day of consuming calories and quickly turning around to burn them in the most hedonistic ways possible, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Wooyoung paused after he put away the last plate you handed him, “Oh, wait! I forgot! I have one more gift for you!”

“Wooyoung!” You protested, “You got me more than enough!” 

“I really think you’ll want this one, though.” Wooyoung winked at you before darting out of the kitchen only to return a few minutes later, hands behind his back, kneeling down in front of you, revealing the ring box he had grasped in his hands, “Baby, you’ve been nothing but a bright spot since you came into my life. I want to spend the rest of it teasing you, spoiling you, and making you laugh. Will you make me the happiest Hobbit in the whole Shire and please marry me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly proposal, “Yes, but try again without the references.”

“Oh, if that was an issue, I’m afraid you’ll hate what I engraved the ring with.” Wooyoung blushed. 

“You didn’t.” You buried your face in your hands, “Good Lord. I should have never introduced you to Tolkien. Yes, Jung Wooyoung. Of course I’ll marry you.” 

“Yeah?” He stood up quickly, opening the ring box to show you the most intricate, most you ring of all time, sure enough, engraved with “one ring to rule them all” on the inside of the band. 

“Yes, honey.” You pulled him in for a kiss before he could fit the ring onto your finger, “I never want anyone else.” 

“I’m the happiest man alive.” Wooyoung’s smile reached from ear to ear. 

“I’m incredibly happy, too.” You returned his smile, “But we are not having a Lord of the Rings themed wedding.”

“Right. Harry Potter themed.” Wooyoung nodded, like this was the only answer. 

“Hell fucking no.” You tickled him, “We can plan later, though. Right now I need to show you my secret cave.” 

“Ooh, is Gollum in there?” 

“Only if you’ve decided to call your dick ‘Gollum’, then I guess so, yes.”

“I prefer to think of it as more of a Smeagol.” Wooyoung took your hand dragging you to the bedroom. 

“Just please don’t try to do the voice.” You pleaded.

He didn't oblige. You were going to marry the fuck out of him anyway. 

Choi Jongho: You could always tell when Jongho was up to something, and this week, the week leading up to Christmas, was turning out to fall directly into that category. A mischievous glint sparkled in your boyfriend’s eye all week. The two of you had been dating for a few years now and you suspected he would propose at some point in the near future, but you honestly had no idea when. The man lived to keep you on your toes. 

He didn’t do it while the two of you celebrated Christmas with your family. 

He didn’t do it while the two of you celebrated Christmas with his family. 

He didn’t do it as the two of you opened your gifts to one another late at night on Christmas Day. 

No. Why would he? He just spent the entirety of both days tricking you into thinking he might do it. He had handed you a conspicuously sized square box wrapped in paper. Earrings. They were beautiful, of course. He knew your taste well. 

He had taken you on a scenic walk, kneeling down at the overlook, only to tie his shoe, laughing at your face, poorly disguised in shock, disappointment, then frustration, all in quick succession. 

He had asked to make a toast at your family’s Christmas dinner. Didn’t propose.

Your boyfriend might be a little evil. 

Christmas with him had always been somewhat like this, with him feeding you false leads about what gifts he was getting you, especially as it got closer to the actual holiday, only to have gotten you something better than what he was alluding to the whole time. On top of everything, of course he was an annoyingly good gift giver. 

It was December 27th and you were nearly at your wit’s end. The two of you were still off work and with everything temporarily back open between holidays, Jongho had planned something incredibly special for the two of you, much to your surprise. You honestly had no clue how he was so damn talented at hiding things from you. Maybe you just weren’t as observant as you thought you were. 

Dinner at a nice restaurant turned into a carriage ride around the park, ending with the two of you slow dancing in a gazebo to a song that he had written just for you. 

“I mean every word, you know.” Jongho whispered as the gravity of his lyrics rushed over you. For as often as he was impish and playful, he was at other times, equally as genuine, vulnerable, and honest with you. It nearly broke your heart every time he shared that side of himself with you. 

“Jongho…” You didn’t know what to say, “You mean so much to me, baby.” 

“And you to me.” He answered, leaning in to kiss your cheek. 

You waited with bated breath, thinking that this might be it, it might be time for him to finally pop the question, but instead, he simply carried on dancing with you. 

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, throat constricting with your frustration. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” Jongho looked at you, concern evident on his face.

“Nothing.” You lied. “Sorry. Today has been wonderful, I just feel like I’m going crazy.” 

“Crazy?” He cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“Yes, Jongho.” The tears fell genuinely now, “It’s probably stupid, I don’t even know if it’s where we’re at, I thought I did, but now I’m confused and I feel stupid for ever thinking it-”

“Thinking, what, baby?” Jongho pushed the hair off of your forehead. 

“All week you’ve been doing little things that I keep misinterpreting as you being about to propose. It’s stupid. I’m probably just delusional.” You sobbed then, pulling away from him. 

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” Jongho pulled you back to his chest, “I’m so sorry. I was just being a problem to mess with you. I never should have gone this far. You’re not crazy, though. I promise.” Jongho kissed your forehead before kneeling in front of you, reaching into his jacket pocket, “I’ve had this for about three months now. It’s just a weird tradition in my group to propose on Christmas so I wanted to make our anniversary different from theirs. I’m so sorry, darling. I want nothing more than to call you my wife. I’ve known I wanted to marry you since our first date. I’ve worked to be the man you deserve every day since then and I never plan on stopping, though I don’t see myself as ever reaching that goal, because you deserve better than I can ever give you. But I never want to stop in my pursuit. If you’re not too terribly mad at me, will you please consider? Marry me, my love.” 

The tears streaming down your face took on a whole different meaning at his words, “I feel so silly.” You sobbed, “But yes. Yes, please, Jongho. I’d be so happy to.”

It took the loud clearing of a passer by’s throat to break the two of you out of your public makeout session, both of you agreeing that your activities should move back inside your apartment. 

The way he took you apart so devotedly, so lovingly, bringing you wave after wave of pleasure on his mouth, his hands, and his gorgeous cock that night made you more sure than ever of your decision to marry him. He kept you on your toes and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[jjunberry]

ateez! when you don’t say i love back

pairing! ateez x reader

genre! fluff, humor

synopsis! you tease your boyfriend by not saying i love you back

wc! 700

hongjoong! didn’t notice at first. he says it quite often so maybe you just didn’t hear him? overthinks it. had he done something to upset you? goes out of his way to add i love you any chance he gets. you find it funny. however after the third sigh and his pout somehow getting bigger you cave. you get up from your spot on the couch and kiss his cheek. “i love you.” you said. hongjoong could have screamed. your giggle gave you away. he chased you down and attacked you in kisses, being sure to say i love you after each one. you of course said it back.

seonghwa! literally heartbroken. “i love you.” he said kissing your cheek. “i’ll call you later.” you left the apartment. seonghwa stood there dumbfounded. he didn’t remember upsetting you, or forgetting anything. opens the door with his shoes half on and his jacket hanging on one shoulder. you’re standing there giggling then he gets it. “baby why.” he whined. you kissed him softly. “you’re so cute, i love you.” he grinned finally hearing you say it.

yunho! stares at you blankly. no way did you just kiss his cheek and leave and not say it back. starts going through the day trying to figure out what he did to upset you. was it because he ate the last bag of chips? you said it was okay. his mind is running a mile a minute. once you come back and see his pout you lean up and kiss it away. “love you.” he sighed in relief before pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

yeosang! looks at you with raised eyebrows. “you forgetting something?” he asked. you shook your head. “no i don’t think so.” you chuckled. he sighed. “i love you, now say it back or no cuddles tonight.” he smirked. you grumbled. “you’re no fun but i love you too.” you said. yeosang smiled and and kissed your cheek.

san! is to stunned to speak. there is no way. the boy follows you around the house saying it until you finally cave. “i love you.” follows you to the kitchen. “i love you.” waits outside the bathroom door. “i love you.” sits next to you on the couch. “i love you.” he says for the twentieth time. you groan before caving. “i love you too.” san cheers and kisses you. “see baby that wasn’t so hard.” you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

mingi! looks at you expectantly. you look back at him. “go on.” he makes a microphone with his hand. you just smile and kiss his cheek before trying to walk away. mingi is quick to scoop you up. “i said i love you.” he said into your neck leaving kisses. you giggle as he starts to tickle you. “oh my, stop it stop it, i love you too.” he finally releases you. “don’t ever do that again.” he said. you could only giggle.

wooyoung! throws a fit. no way. it’s mandatory you say it back. “excuse me did you forget something?” he asks. you blink. “i don’t believe so.” you answered. “i don’t believe so,” he mocked before stomping up to you. “i said i love you.” he placed his hands on your shoulders before shaking you back and forth. “i love you.” he said again. you giggled before wrapping him in a hug. “i love you too.” he smirked. “you’re obsessed with me.” you punched his arm. “goodbye.” he chased you as you ran.

jongho! is unbothered. he knows what you’re up too. “goodbye jongho i’ll be back soon.” you kissed his cheek. “bye love you.” he said before returning his attention back to the laptop. you held in your giggles before not answering. jongho didn’t say anything as you left. a few minutes later you stomped back into the apartment with a frown. “baby you didn’t even notice.” you pouted. “i knew what you were doing.” he kissed your cheek. “can’t have any fun.” you grumbled. jongho just laughed at your behavior and failed prank.

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author’s note! i’ve been listening to a lot of ateez lately and got inspired so i wrote this <33

tag list! @jjunieworld @304files

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

[beenbaanbuun]

the fight w/ choi jongho

kind of proof read but also kind of not….

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as your boyfriend turns to face the counter, expression stern and shoulders tense, you realise that that’s it; you’ve reached the end of your argument. there’s more you want to say, more you feel you should say, but then jongho says, “i’m done talking about this,” in a tone so strict that immediately your mouth snaps shut. you swallow your words but they seem to get stuck in your throat, a painful lump forming in their wake.

you’ve been crying for a while now. the anger from your argument had manifested itself in the form of hot tears that streamed down your cheeks as you stumbled your way through an argument that erupted over something that seems entirely irrelevant now. something to do with the dishes; the cause of it all is foggy, just like your vision as you angrily swipe at your eyes. you want to fight back and have the final word, but the words still refuse to come out.

so you turn around and walk away. if you can’t have the last word, then you need to find some other way to cool yourself down. it makes you feel a little toxic when you pull your car keys from the table but your blood is boiling just enough to make it seem rational for you to leave jongho alone for the night. he hates going to sleep when you’re still mad at each other, you remind yourself, but you hate sitting and stewing in his frustration as you wait for him to finally be ready to talk about it. if he wants to talk about it later, he can wait until you come back tomorrow.

“where are you going?” he yells through the apartment as the keys clink in your hands. you don’t answer, a petty part of your brain wanting to give him the silence that he claimed to want. it doesn’t surprise you when you hear his heavy footsteps thud down the corridor, a shoulder softly brushing past yours as jongho moves to block your exit, “you’re not going anywhere alone at this time of night.”

you shrug, bending down to grab a pair of sneakers which you lift up by their tied laces. your fingers fumble over them as you desperately try to get them undone. it hadn’t occurred to you that your hands were shaking until now; until you desperately needed them not to be. it’s humiliating to stand before the man you love, angry tears washing away your makeup as you fail to do a task so simple that even children can do it. you let out a growl of frustration as a new wave of hot tears fill your waterline, threatening to fall free the moment you decide to blink. they cloud your vision making your task even harder, so you squeeze your eyes closed to rid yourself of them.

you feel them roll dramatically down your face, tickling your skin as they reach your jawline. they drip from your face, toppling onto your fingers and making your impossible task even more impossible. in a fit of annoyance, you toss the shoes to the ground and throw your hands up to your face. the shoes can fucking win, for all you care; what’s one more fight lost?

but then you hear a sigh and the quiet tap, tap, tap of feet and suddenly you’re enveloped in a pair of warm arms. you can practically feel the annoyance flowing from your boyfriend’s body as he moves to pet the back of your skull, but you can also feel him trying to hide it. his movements are soft despite his breathing being heavy, and his hug is just as tight with love as his jaw is with rage. even through his own anger, he’s taking care of you; you can’t help but feel a little guilty at that.

“forget the shoes,” he grumbles, voice still just as stern as it was moments before, “i wouldn’t have let you go anyway.”

“you can’t keep me trapped here,” you sob into his jumper. his grip only tightens.

“i’m not trapping you here, dingus,” his lips are hot as they press a firm kiss to your head, “it’s dark outside and if you can’t get your laces undone then you certainly can’t fucking drive. i’m mad at you but i’m not about to let you put yourself in danger, idiot.”

“fine, then,” you whine, “you drive me to my parents house.”

“is that what you want?” he asks as he settles his cheek against your forehead. it’s warm and soft and it feels so natural rested there. you cant help it when you nuzzle into it, just like he can’t help the fond hum that fights it’s way through the wall of anger to escape his lips. instinct takes over as you subconsciously wind your own arms around his waist, tugging him closer to your shaking form.

and for a moment, everything seems normal.

“well?” he purrs, voice slightly muffled by the way your head squishes his face.

“i don’t know,” it’s not really an answer, but at least it’s honest.

because in truth, you don’t know. the smothering weight of jongho’s anger is almost too much to take sometimes, suffocating you as he takes himself off to somewhere private to stew in it until he’s ready to talk. most of the time it’s okay. you can live with sitting alone in the living room until he’s ready to come crawling to you with his tail between his legs as he searches for affection. when it involves you, though, you really can’t. because then it’s not just his frustration you’re sitting in, but your own too and that’s just all too much. if he doesn’t want to talk it through right now, before your brain had time to find a million reasons to blame yourself, then you’re going to have to step away.

just for tonight, just until the anger is over.

but jongho lets out another heavy breath, a contemplative hum coming immediately after. the hands that still rest heavy on your body seem to tighten, dragging you in unfathomably closer. just by the way he’s touching you, it’s not hard to tell that he hates the fact that you leaving is still on the table.

“what can i do to make you sure?” he purrs, voice softer than you’d heard it all night. it’s almost like he’s talking to a scared dog, trying to soothe it just enough so it doesn’t run. you can’t help but feel every bit like that dog; cornered and scared yet so in need of the slightest bit of love that for a second or two, it considers just giving in. that dog never knows. maybe this time won’t be as bad as the last, after all. maybe it won’t need to run.

“talk,” you reply.

“baby, lat—”

“not later, jongho,” there’s a crack in your voice, warning you that if you push yourself too far the tears will come right back. jongho seems to notice it too; he keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to cause any more anger between the both of you. you suck in a deep breath, “i don’t want to sit in my head for hours until you decide you’re ready, jongho. being left alone in the knowledge that you’re in the next room just completely mad at me makes everything worse.”

there’s a few beats of silence, the only sound filling the room being your sniffles. there’s no more rage-filled breathing from him, no more sobs from you. it’s simply the remnants of what has happened; a few post-cry sniffs that remind you that despite the warmth you feel standing in his arms, none of this is as good as it feels right now.

and yet none of it is as bad as it seemed just moments before…

“i’m still annoyed with you, honey,” it certainly doesn’t feel it by the way he has you completely enveloped in his arms. his stance is so protective, his fingers so soft and his cheek so warm. it’s certainly not the posture of someone who doesn’t want to be around you for a little while. “i can’t talk about it with you until i know for certain that i won’t get angry; i don’t want to say anything i don’t mean.”

weirdly enough, as much as you want to hate it, you understand where he’s coming from. you’re still mad too and as much as you can tell yourself that nothing bad will happen, you know deep down that there’s a good chance it will. you don’t want this to be any worse than it already is, but you know that jongho’s method won’t exactly make things better. you’re at an impasse.

“i just don’t like the sitting and waiting, wondering when you’re going to walk through the door and tell me you’re ready,” you sigh into his chest, “it feels wrong, like i’m waiting on death row for my punishment to finally come.”

“so we don’t go to different rooms, then,” he offers, “we go to the bedroom together and we sit with one another until we’re ready to talk. we don’t even have to acknowledge each other if we’re still that angry, but at least you’ll know i’m there.”

“and you’re sure you’ll want to be with me even when you’re mad?” a hand snakes up your spine to pet gently at your hair.

“i always want to be by your side, honey.”

[hwaowiiii]

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It's raining feathers!~

There's no specific lee/ler in this fic because everyone gets tickled at some point uwu.

Requested by a friend~ I hope you like it!

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It was a quiet morning, nothing interesting was happening. In the kitchen, the members of Ateez were sat quietly either eating or tapping away at their phones. 'how boring' Mingi thought, looking around at his members. San and Wooyoung had earphones plugged in, intensively watching a video of some sort. Jongho was by the counter, trying to pick out something to eat, the two eldest members were chatting quietly so they didn't disturb the others. The only two people who were unoccupied was Yunho and Yeosang.

Perfect.

Mingi looked at Yunho for a while, brainstorming what he could do. He decided that he'd pull some kind of.. tickly prank. When Yunho catches his gaze and his face of concentration he grins, mouthing a 'what's on your mind?' to the younger male. Mingi gives him a look before moving hastily yet carefully over to wear both Yunho and Yeosang were sitting. He leaned over to whisper to Yunho softly. The elder member smiled and nodded his head. In the set of drawers next to him there was a whole bunch of tools used in the dorm for tickly torture.

Yunho smiled deviously, looking through the drawer. He noticed that in this particular hiding place for tools (there were many around the dorm) there were a lot of feathers. It was convenient, considering every member was feather ticklish somewhere. He cupped his hands together and collected up the many feathers in the drawer and turned around, standing to his full height and breaking the silence in the room. "hey, guys." he said, catching the attention of everybody. "look," he began before throwing the feathers up into the air, causing them to scatter and gently float down. All of the feathers were different, different shapes and sizes and all different in fluffiness. He smirked, "its raining feathers!"

Perfect timing, a few moments later there was chaos. That's just how it was in the dorm. Just one action like 'raining feathers' can cause so much chaos. The lers couldn't help themselves.

Mingi had practically pounced on the unsuspecting Yeosang out of pure excitement. He had a large yet stiff feather in his hands and he smiles widely in excitement. "ready Sangie hyung?" he asks softly as he lifts up Yeosang's shirt. Mingi couldn't hold back his cooing when he saw the honey tummy quivering in anticipation. "ahahaha!!" Yeosang squeaks as he feels the feather trace around his tummy. "naw~ ticklish?" The younger male teases.

San was being tag teamed by the two eldest members who were giving him the softest tickles. San didn't even know his ribs were this feather sensitive. "heheheeh.. Ahaha~ hyuhuhuhuhung nohohoho~" the boy whined. He then gasped and fell into louder laughter when Seonghwa started scratching at his underarms.

Jongho thought he was lucky as he saw Yunho ruthlessly feathering Wooyoung's belly button. He was being left out of the tickling and he felt a little bit jealous. He could Wooyoung's loud and desperate giggles, San's high pitched giggles and Yeosang's peels of loud laughter. No fair, he pouted. He wanted to join in. He took one of the fluffy feathers off of the floor and he waddled over to where Mingi was teasing Yeosang.

The youngest grabbed his hyung's foot and peeled the sock off slowly before stroking the little feather up his sole. The whole room went quiet as Mingi let out a panicked shriek and some loud giggles. There was a small opening, and Yeosang took the chance to escape from Mingi, leaving Jongho to drag the soft feather up Mingi's soles and in between his toes. "bwe-ehehehahahaahaha! Stahahahahahaap!!" Mingi begged. With help from Yeosang, Wooyoung had his tall tickler pinned down. "ha! Payback!" Wooyoung chirped as he took one of the feathers and fluttered it gently on Yunho's neck, causing the male to press his chin down. Yeosang let out a small 'aha!' as he managed to get a feature swirling around Yunho's left pit. "hehehehhhahahaha! NEHE! Ahaha~ nohohoho!" The tall male squealed, bucking his hips up a bit at the soft torture.

San was still struggling when Seonghwa gave in and smiled "hey Sannie, wanna help me get our leader?" he asks playfully and obviously, at the chance of getting revenge, San obliged. He took a few feathers while Seonghwa pinned down the small leader. Hongjoong's eyes were wide as San waved the feathers in front of him. "hey, hey, hey! We can talk about this San! You don't have to- eeh!! Ahahah! Yohohohou dohohohon't hahahave to tihihihickle me!" Hongjoong shook his head as San swirled the different feathers over Hongjoong's torso, occasionally dragging them from his chest allllll the way down to his hips.

After everyone seemed to have calmed down, sudden realization hit Wooyoung. "waaaait.. Has Seonghwa hyung been tickled yet?"

Well- he certainly was going to be now. The eldest member had been pinned down by Hongjoong and San, The shorter sitting on Seonghwa's hips and the younger sitting on his arms. Each of the other members had picked out different types of feathers, large ones, small ones and super fluffy ones.

Now, Seonghwa wasn't very feather ticklish, but he would admit that he did laugh a lot.

[hwaowiiii]

✧⁠*⁠。a game afternoon with Ateez

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Ateez x Reader

Warnings: None

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You were bored. Very bored. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall. 'Uhg what should I dooooo' you thought. Then you heard someone shouting something, you didn't understand a whole sentence properly but you heard the word 'fun' and went to the door. "How did I get here? Ahh nevermind" You said and went to the living room where the other eight boys were. Well, you stopped at the door, staring at the things in front of you.

"Woow..." was the only word that left your mouth.The room was full. And not that there were many people, only the eight Ateez members, there were so many activitys. (Sorry I described it but the text got deleted and I'm lazy🫠) And in the middle of all these things there were eight boys with a proud look on their faces. "Y/nahhh look what we didddd" San said. "You did awesome job! Bit why'd you do this?" you asked curiously. "We were bored" Jongho said and smirked.

"Woow... Well, same" you replied and smiled at the boys. "Great!" Yeosang was happy. "Then let's play a gameeuuuu" he said. "What game Sangie?" the captain asked. "Let's play UNO for the start." the pretty boy said. (I'm sorry, they're all prettier than Heaven 🥹🥺) Everybody agreed. You sat between Yeosang and San and you all enjoyed the time together. After like 10 minutes you placed down a +4 card. "YAHHHHH i was going to win!' San gave you an angry but playful glare.

He layed down his one card on the table and reached his arms for you. He wrapped one arm around your upper body, pinning your arms on it and started to poke all over your midsection with his free hand. "AAAAAAHHHahahaha Saniehehhehe nahaahhahaah" you squirmed and tried to escape the cute devil while the other members just laughed at you or blushed. "I'll just make you regret it" San pouted. Then he dig his fingers in your hips and you squirmed and squealed more. "AAAAHAHAHHA noohohoho moohohohore I'm sahhahhaharyyyy pleasehehe" you begged BUT he didn't mind. Just until Wooyoung attacked San himself and squeezed his side to get him let you go. San squealed and fell over in Wooyoungs lap, a giggly mess. *😭*

Wooyoung laughed and slapped his arm, then he pushed San into a sitting position where said boy took his card and then four new cards too. "Green" you said as Wooyoung asked what colour you wish. You put you feet in Yeosangs lap and continued the game. Like other 10 minutes later you had another +4 card. But you wanted to win and it was you second last card. So you put it down, now Yeosang had to take four new cards.

"YAAAAAHHHHH" he also yelled. But his plans were much more evil. He locked your feet with one leg but you didn't mind it. You continued to play when Yeosang suddenly placed a single finger in your sole. You tried to pull your feet back but he locked them. You now tried to comunicate with him but he didn't even look at you. His finger traced a line up and down your sensitive sole and you curled your toes. Then he lighly scribbled on your feet and you were giggling and giggling. And he didn't stop for the rest of the game, only to take a card, and then continued.

And you were a giggly mess the whole game long. And the rest of the game was like 20 minutes bcz you were so many people. (fuck what did I write I'm so flustered rn🫠) At the end of the game Yeosang won. And as he finally, FINALLY stopped, you layed down exhausted. You tried to catch your breath again. But San had enough energy to be pouty that he didn't win and went over to Yeosang to punish him.

Said Guy was standing randomly in the room and San back hugged him. Then he took light kisses on his neck and Yeosang leaned forwards to escape Sans lips. But San also clawed over Yeosangs tummy now and Yeosang laughed as soon as he started. He barely managed to stand, only bcz San was still holding him. He laughed and laughed and only stopped after like 5 minutes of San punishing him. San opened his arms and Yeosang fell on the floor, still giggling.

San smirked and went to Wooyoung while you went to Yeosang to help him stand up. He took your hand and stood up. "Guysss let's play Nintendo nowww" Mingi said. "Yeahhhh" you shouted and Everybody agreed.

You decided to play mario card and choose the Teams. It was You, Wooyoung, San, Yunho and Seonghwa VS. Jongho, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong. Your team chose Wooyoung and Yunho to play vs. Jongho and Hongjoong.

The game was pretty well for your team, Wooyoung and Yunho won. For the second round there were San and Seonghwa vs. Yeosang and Mingi. San and Yeosang won, Mingi and Seonghwa lost.

So it was 3:3. The last round would decide the final winner, so it was you vs. Yeosang.

You tried your best and you were better than Yeosang but suddenly you felt two sneaky hands poking your sides from behind and you lost your focus. You squirmed and tried to focus again but those hands were so ticklish you couldn't stand it.

Only a few meters before the finish line, you were like 10 meters before Yeosang, Someone scribbled your sides up and down under your hoodie and you couldn't stand the ticklish Sensation. You fell back to protect yourself, exploding in giggles. Your avatar immediately stopped and Yeosang took his chance and won. "Nohohohoho stahahahahap he woohohohon" you begged to the unknown ler. He stopped and Jongho pulled you in his lap, rubbing the ghost tickles away.

You playfully poke him in the tummy. "That wasn't neccecary!" You pouted. "It. Was. You. Were. About. To. Win." He smirked and with every word he gave you a poke where ever he could reach. "Yahhhaha" you giggled and stood up to escape the evil maknae.

"Not my fault that Yeosang is that bad at gaming" you smiled innocently. "YAHH" The introverted singer jumped up and ran to chase you. "Ahhhhh" you shrieked and ran through the room to escape the green haired boy.

But - surprise - he was way faster than you and chased you after only like two minutes of you two running through the whole appartment. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted you up as if you were a feather. Then he carried you - you were very squirmy - back to the living room and shook you to the left and right. You giggled nonstop and tried to apologize but he had so much fun, he was just as giggly as you.

"Ahahahah Yeosaaaaaang staaahahahp I'm sahaharyyyyyyyhyhhy" "Nahahha you're NOT!" he said and held you - not shaking anymore - and bite you into the neck. "Aaahahhaahah" you flinched bcz it was surprising ticklish. "What was that~ " he teased. "Are you maybe..." he did it again. "Nohoho Yeosangggg staahahhap I'm really sohohohryyyyy" you begged but he found it funny to nuzzle and bite in your neck before letting you go.

"Ahhhh" you groaned, rubbing your neck. "Okay, now that Sangie is done, what do u want to play next?" Wooyoung asked everyone. "Let's play Twisterrrrr" San said.

"YEEEEHAAAW" Seonghwa shouted. Everyone gave him a very suspicious look ... Expect ... Hongjoong who was giggling his heart out about this DAMN cute reaction. You all fell in his laughter and soon you all had laughed your ass off.

Only Seonghwa pouted a bit. "It wasn't that funny :( " he said. "Ihihihit was" Hongjoong said and lightly poke him into the side to cheer him up. A smile formed on his Hyung's face and the big group moved to the Twister game.

"Okay Teams deciding!" Seonghwa ordered. You decided to go with You, Jongho, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Hongjoong vs. Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho and San.

The Twister game was extra big since it was designed for 8 people. The first round was You, Seonghwa and Jongho vs. Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang. You all stood around the game plate, getting ready for the first round. Hongjoong turned the wheel for you.

"Y/n left foot Yeosang" You went to the matching side and took your left foot on Yeosangs paper-face.

"Yahh...~" Yeosangie whined.

-15 minutes later-

Struggle. You were struggling to keep your body stretched, not falling down. There only were Yunho, Jongho and you left. Jongho had an easy position, he was just like sitting bcz his feet and hands were on four points next to each other (two in one row, two in the next row) but you and Yunho were struggling bcz you were like standing into each other.

One of your hands was between Yunho's, his leg was next to your head, and your head was under his chest. But your back was exposed, directly peeking out under Yunho's.

San was walking around the tree of you, Hongjoong was still turning the wheel. "Y/n right hand Seonghwa" he said. You searched for a Seonghwa and found one directly under your chest. You lifted your hand and put it on the Seonghwa face under you.

But then you felt a pole in your side and struggled to keep still. But you even managed to keep silent! (Cheers) But you flinched. You looked back and saw San smirking down at you.

'Oh no' you thought but he was yet not doing anything. Yunho now had to move an arm directly next to yours, under your torso.

But THEN San started to claw over your ribs and sides, up and down, over your tummy and hips too. You really tried. (Y'all did you watch the tword moment where Woo tworded Yeosang in the twister game to make him loose? Imagine it like this)

But you failed. "Ahahhaah nhooohohho stoohohohop it's enough pleahahahse" but he showed no mercy AND you were easier to cheat on than Jongho. He was good in revenge. Way too good.

Well, the sunshine reached his goal and you fell down. But what he didn't expect was that you fell on Yunhos arm and took him accidently down with you. So you both fell down, holding each other.

"Noooooo" Mingi, Yeosang and San shouted, while Hongjoong, Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung cheered and partied. "Yassssss well done Y/n!!!" Woo said and took your hand to help you stand up.

As you were on your feet again, you took Yunho's hand to help him. The second round was Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho vs. Mingi, Yeosang and San.

It went good, Yeosang's team won bcz this time Yunho tworded Wooyoung to make him struggle. And it worked ~

At this time it was 8pm. "Y'all should we order some food?" you asked. "Yeah sure! What about Pizza?" Jongho asked. "I lOvE pIzZa!" You shouted and the others too.

Honjoong ordered nine pizzas for you and they said it will be delievered in 30 minutes. The boys looked at each other and went into Seonghwa and Hongjoong's room to talk about something.

"Hey what are you doing now?" you asked curiously. "No- Nothing Sweetheart" Mingi answered and you pouted as they all went in and left you out. You went to the sofa and turned on the TV as you were bored now, and pouty.

You changed the programm to a K-Drama you were currently watching. This calmed you down a bit.

After exactly 30 minutes the door bell rang. You did not react, you were too focused on the drama. You heard Woosan going down to get the pizzas and Seonghwa and Hongjoong came to the sofa, placing themselves on each side of you, Seonghwa on your right, Hongjoong on your left.

"Hey, what are you watching?" the tiny leader asked. "Nothing" you simply responded. You pouted again. "Are you seriously mad at us for leaving you out?" Hwa asked. "Yes" You said.

"Ohhh c'mon we're sorryyyyy" he said, lightly shaking your shoulder. "Nooo" you said.

"Yessss" Hongjoong said and started to squeeze your knee. "Yahaahha noohoo stoohoohooop" you tried not to laugh but you failed (a bit ...?) Seonghwa smirked, checking Hongjoongs plan.

He dug his fingers - out of all sudden - into your hips, making you squirm like a madman. "NAAAAAAHAHA STAAHAHAHAP" you screamed as your worst spot was attacked. "I'M SOOHOHOHORY I ACCEEHEHPT YOUR APOOLGIE AHAAHAHAHA" you screamed and they switched to only light twording, Seonghwa scribbling and clawing over your right ribs, sides and tummy and his bandmate scribbling, spidering and clawing over your left midsection.

They nearly destroyed you with those soft twords and you really enjoyed these. You were so soft for those big babies. "Ahaahhahahaha" you giggled and grabbed a pillow to burry your face in.

They only heard your muffled laugher but they found it adorable.

They tworded you for minutes, until Yeosang came to rescue you. He sat behind his elder Hyung and tworded Hwa back, so he fell behind, being a giggly mess and you were able to escape and tword Hongjoong back.

At least a bit until he ran away and hid under the table. You squeezed his side softly but he jumped back and ran away. Yeosang had stopped to tword his Hyung and said Singer jerked away from him, wiping his tears away. Your heart melted. (fck how can humans be that cute 😭 i always thought babies are cute but i say aww mich more often watching ateez/ kpop in general as watching children🥲😭😭)

But Seonghwa ran after Hongjoong and took him away from the table. He carried his tiny leader in his strong arms and was biting softly into his tummy, what made Joong giggle so much. (why can I imagine this so well😭)

"PIZZA IS HEREEEEEE" Wooyoung and San shouted and everyone went to the table. Woosan put the nine pizzas on it and sat down, just like Yeosang, Yunho, Jongo, Mingi, Hongjoong.

Seonghwa and you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Then you went in the kitchen and carried pizza cutter, coke bottles and sprite to the table, as well as tissues. After you ate, it was 9:38 pm and you were tired and exhausted by the twording and the games.

So you all together decided to watch a movie together and then go to bed. You didn't matter about what movie you're gonna watch, but Hongjoong was passionate about the last Avengers part so you turned on this one. You all made yourself comfy on the couch and gave everyone crisps and gummies.

You leaned against Mingi, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you. Then he softly moved his fingers up and down your shoulder, but it was so sleepy and comfy and SOFT that it still tickled, but it was bareable and you liked it. And it made you so sleepy...

- Next morning -

It was so comfy. Where ever you were. No, seriously, you didn't know. But you felt something warm on your side. You opened one eye and realized that you were in Mingi's room, cuddling with Mingi himself.

He was still sleeping, but he has wrapped one leg around your's, one arm under your head and the other was laying on your waist. You smiled and hugged him back and closed your eyes again.

Your head was replaying the last evening and you realized that it has been one of the best days of your life. You smiled more and fell back asleep again.

Later you woke up by a weird feeling on your skin. Someone was clawing over your tummy. Your head checked it and you softly exploded in giggles and tried to make those hands go away. You finally opened your eyes and saw Yunho sitting next to you, smiling softly down at you.

Mingi was still hugging you ,but he was awake now, smiling brightly in awe as he found you so cute. "Awwww~ Good morning sweetheartie" he said and Yunho stopped.

"C'mon, breakfast! It's 1pm btw" he laughed and told you two to hurry up. Mingi and you laughed together and went to the others to have your breakfast.

✿End✿

A/n: Okay That's it... I really hope you like it 💕 I was a bit flustered writing it bcz i still feel insecure about it but thank you for reading it 🫶🏻Love uuu~ Baiiii 💛💚💙💜🖤

[bombuni]

contains: jongho x reader, soft nsfw morning stuff

minors dni

“Right there?”

Jongho’s hands linger on the inner parts of your thighs, leaving the ghost of flames licking at your skin. He looks down at you with a soft smirk, like his usual cocky self. He waits for you to admit you’re smitten for his touch, like you always do. He chuckles at the quiet, petulant whine you let out.

You’re lucky Jongho’s not in a punishing mood, otherwise you’d be in heaps of trouble by now. Right now, he leans in close until your noses bump and tucks you under his body. You feel his hard-on through his boxers, looming and tempting. Jongho’s fingers slide under the sides of your panties, pulling your sensitive area to his dick by the fat of your thighs.

He lets out an endearing giggle when a moan slips out of you, rubbing against you to pull even more of those lewd sounds out. You like it when he teases you and makes you beg for more, but you’re too low energy so early in the morning.

“Jongho, it’s too early for this,” You turn your head as you speak, giving Jongho enough access to gently drag his lips over the expanse of your neck. The fluttering kisses give you the same warmth a summer day would.

He mumbles into you, “Just let me take care of you,”

The vibrations of his voice tickle you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, “Hmm, what do I get out of it?”

Jongho lifts his head with a raised brow, “Sex with your hot boyfriend?”

The little trail-off of hairs at the nape of his neck is oddly comforting, “I think you’re more of the ‘cute’ boyfriend,”

His head tilts at this, and there’s the little signs that these words have struck a small chord inside him. He tries to play it off, but you know your Jongho well enough to choose the right words that get him fired up. You chose them deliberately.

“I’m cute?” He deadpans.

You hum and nod, feigning cluelessness, “My cute baby bear,”

He rolls his eyes at the nickname, but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he brings his mouth down to your neck again and bites down. It’s soft enough that you don’t feel any real pain, but the run of his teeth embeds into your skin. The wetness of his mouth makes you blush.

Jongho licks the bite mark on your skin, softly and lovingly, “I’ll show you cute.”

bom note: i wrote this on a whim to get back into the writing groove bc i actually can’t fawking function with this pcd. day 3 no jongho im seeing sounds and hearing colors. i’m in my room casting spells to bring him back to me.

[yothangie]

Ateez Reaction: Interacting with your baby bump for the first time

pairings: Dad!Ateez x Fem Reader

warnings: No warnings that i know of just lots of fluff and a little tiny bit of angst and crack

word count: 422(?)

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Hongjoong: You guys would be in the studio, he has you sitting next to him to keep an eye on you. As he is making magic with his equipment he has the idea to put headphones on your bump so your baby can hear the beats he is producing. He would get excited when it kicked, he will think the baby likes it.

“Baby seems to like the song its dancing in there”

Seonghwa: The gentleman that he is, he will ask first, the moment you started showing a bump. Although you had given him the permission he was still quite scared. It was while you were washing dishes, he came from behind and put his hands on top of your bump rubbing it.

“I’m gonna start doing this more often”

Yunho: He wouldn’t be one to interact since he’s not sure what to do LOL. The first time it would happen when you’re tired, carrying a baby is difficult work. You had asked Yunho if he can carry the bump for a while, he enjoyed it too much he offers even when you’re not.

“tired or not i’ll carry our baby for you”

Yeosang: He would be too scared to touch you and your bump, only admiring it from afar. The first time he interacted with it was during your sleep, he saw it as an opportunity to caress it and talk to it.

“Hello my little angel, sorry for being a bad dad and not talking to you”

San: The first time he kissed it and caressed it, it became a habit so before leaving for practice not only would he kiss you but he would also kiss the bump giving it a little tickle.

“Bye bye my baby”

Mingi: He would lightly knock on your bump pretending it’s a door. Would also kinda talk to it, i feel like he would be scared to interact with it as he doesnt want to hurt you

“Hello anyone there, it’s me your dad”

Wooyoung: I feel like he would talk to the baby rambling about his day and basically share everything with it, he would be scolding the poor baby for kicking too hard. Poking at it softly

“Hey don’t kick your mama too hard”

Jongho: THIS MAN he would sing. The first time he would be singing to you, having a little karaoke sesh, as the song was ending he got closer to your bump finishing the song singing to your bump ending it with a kiss on it.

“This song is dedicated to my little baby”

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A/N: i got so mang request for this dad ateez / husband ateez i’ll be doing those this week super excited!!

Taglist: @reooreo @starhwahwa @nnnarchives @chaerryful

[thoughtsforsoob]

guy things they do that remind you they’re just men 😭 - ateez

note: These guys are just losers in hot bodies. So are the rest of txt but we’re not here to talk about that. Should I do that soon? Let me know. Anyways, here goes nothing. Weird stuff they do that remind you they’re just dudes is hot bodies 😣

hongjoong

He’s always got shit in his center console. It’s not just stuff like his phone or keys. Nope! It’s his snack wrappers, old drinks, etc…every time he brings a drink into the car with him, he’s fumbling to find a place for it. He spilled his coffee in the little cup holders and hasn’t cleaned it so it’s a little sticky :/

seonghwa

Does NAWT throw away his tissues. Don’t go to his bedroom is you’re sensitive to tissues being everywhere. Like you don’t even ask him to throw them away because he just fusses about you nagging him. Yes, they’re tissues with varied uses. Mostly just from blowing his nose because I feel like he does that a lot. Yeah…

yunho

REFUSES to shave his legs or get rid of chest hair. I don’t personally know if he does this but he gives me those vibes. Like you could tell him that his leg hair tickles you at night when you’re curling and he would care. It’s his! How dare you ask him to get rid of it.

yeosang

sits there and with a straight face, takes down an energy drink in lest that three minutes….he is not one that I would expect to do this but, it always the ones you never suspect. he’s so cute but he’s just chugging that shit and when you ask him why, he claims it’s normal to drink like that.

san

as much as it pains me to say this, his feet are kinda stinky :( he’s become nose blind to it so he doesn’t really know. you finally build up the courage to tell him something and he’s really embarrassed. you offer to help him do something about it but he resists, making you feel bad for even being it up. he immediately tries to fix it but it takes some trial end error to find the right solution

mingi

leaves the toilet seat up every time he goes pee…it’s more annoying rather than gross but you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him. His just a big baby. When you go in after him and remind him to put the seat down, he just gets flustered and says he’ll try to remember but he never does. Poor baby :(

wooyoung

leaves his shit everywhere on the counter. That goes for the bathroom and then kitchen. His skin care items look so messy on the counter. They’re just scattered about. He calls it an organized mess but it’s really just a mess. You’ve bought him a few different things to organize his stuff with but he doesn’t use them. In the kitchen, he loves leaving his keys on the counter, as well as his phone charger.

jongho

HATES laundry. Will put it off work weeks if he can. Will go to the lengths of going to the store to buy new clothes just so he doesn’t have to get up and wash/fold clothes. He always says that clothes fresh out of the dryer have an after texture and that’s why but truly…it’s because he hates waiting around for them to be done. He’d rather you do it :))

[hwaowiiii]

AAHHHHHHHHHHH 😭 Luv it 😭😭😭

Interrogation

"Alright, who did it?"

Hongjoong stood in front of Yunho, Mingi and Wooyoung, all of whom were avoiding his gaze. Seonghwa stood behind him, taking in the mess that was the kitchen.

Flour had been flung everywhere, with clumps of what looked like butter randomly interspersed. An egg had been shattered in the middle of the floor, whether by accident or intentional he couldn't tell. It was a mess, and although one of the three (if not all of the three) were responsible, they were all stubbornly keeping their mouths shut.

Hongjoong tapped his foot impatiently, as Jongho and Yeosang entered the dorm behind them. Shocked gasps came from the two, and Hongjoong, done, turned to Jongho.

"Grab San and bring him to my room. Yeosang- make sure none of these three move other than to clean up the kitchen. If they leave it's on you."

Yeosang gulped nervously, nodding his assent. The three 99 liners also shivered, knowing that they may get away with their mischief for 20 more minutes but not much longer.

After all, San had tried to stop them.

Seonghwa smirked, making a detour to the cleaning cupboard and grabbing a few things.

San must have anticipated their coming, as he was already fighting when Jongho brought him into the room. He had been slung over the younger's shoulder in a fireman's carry, and was desperately pleading with the younger to let him go, kicking and squirming violently. Hongjoong sat on the bed, arms folded and a serious expression on his face. He motioned for Jongho to drop San next to him, which the younger did, with San scurrying to the farthest corner of the bed.

Seonghwa let Jongho out with instructions to help Yeosang, before locking the door behind him and putting the key in his shoe.

"So, San," Hongjoong said conversationally, like he hadn't effectively had the younger abducted, "Do you know what happened in the kitchen?"

The elders could see the conflict in San's eyes, whether to rat out his same-age friends or to protect them. It was likely that the trio had pleaded with him not to tell the elders, that they'd clean up before they got there, Seonghwa thought, and even though San knew Hongjoong wouldn't hurt the other three, the leader could be scary when angered.

"Not... not entirely," he admitted, eyes on the quilt beneath him. He fiddled with his fingers nervously, looking up at the elder two. "I tried to stop them initially, I knew they'd make a mess, but I had a headache and went to lay down for a bit. They said they'd clean up before you got back."

Seonghwa hummed as Hongjoong nodded, their hypothesis proven correct.

"Fair," Hongjoong murmured, "Do you know who instigated it? Who's idea it was to make the mess?"

The younger's eyes widened comically, and he hesitantly shook his head. He kept his eyes on the blanket, knowing what was coming though reluctant to give up his friends.

With a sigh, Hongjoong stood up.

"Lay down on the bed."

San obeyed, likely so that they'd go easier on him, as Hongjoong went to his wardrobe, picking out a scarf. Seonghwa took the material, gently pulling the younger's arms up and tying them securely to the top of the bed frame. San refused to make eye contact the whole time, keeping his eyes on the window. Hongjoong repeated the action with San's ankles, as they had learned their lesson after one too many groin kicks.

The younger trembled with nervousness, and Seonghwa took pity on him, stroking his hair and letting the smaller nuzzle his palm. A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of his head, and Hongjoong followed suit, also nuzzling his forehead.

"Remember, baby, this will all be over when you tell us who started the mess."

The leader moved over to where Seonghwa had ditched the supplies from the cleaning cupboard, while the elder himself slipped between San's arms so that his head was in his lap. He gently massaged the younger's head, watching as Hongjoong rummaged around.

A wicked grin split the leaders face. "Let's start off nice," he hummed, "I've been quite stressed so this could be nice for me too, then we'll get to the actual interrogation."

He lifted up the feather he had picked, walking up to the top of the bed. San looked pleadingly up at him, puppy dog eyes at 100%, but Hongjoong merely chuckled, swirling the feather on the shell of San's ear. The youngest's face split into a small grin, and he tried to bring his ear to his shoulder, but Seonghwa's gentle hands kept it firmly straight. Small stifled giggles were slipping through San's lips, but he remained stubbornly silent as the feather traversed his neck and chin.

Hongjoong grinned as he slid the feather down the centre of his neck, down the centre of his chest, over the clothing. Not heavy enough to tickle, but enough to know where it was headed. Where San's shirt ended was a small bit of skin, just around the hipbones, which Hongjoong slid the feather across teasingly. A small squeak was heard, and San squirmed at the feel of the feather on bare skin, causing the leader himself to chuckle. He continued to swirl the feather on the strip of skin, enjoying the sounds coming from the younger's mouth.

"So cute," he cooed softly, watching as San's cheeks flushed pink. "So cute and ticklish."

Chuckling, Hongjoong put the feather aside, placing his hand on the tiny stomach. He playfully patted it once, twice, before lifting himself up to sit on it.

San squealed as the elders hands met his ribs, squirming as much as he could. Bright squeaking laughter erupted from his mouth, and he shook his head rapidly.

"Stohohohohop! Plehehease!"

"You know what you need to do to stop this, Dimples." Seonghwa teased, lightly tracing his chin and neck. "All you gotta do is tell us what we want to know."

Hongjoong giggled himself, stopping his assault on the younger's ribs. He pushed himself down til he was sat on San's hips, and started pushing up the loose t-shirt the younger was wearing.

"Nohohoooo," San whined quietly, watching as his abdomen was revealed. The process was slow, Hongjoong dragging it out as much as possible to tease the younger. The bottom of his tummy received a flick of wiggling fingers, his bellybutton a teasing poke. His ribs were squeezed hard, causing him to buck and nearly send the shirt back down, and then Seonghwa grabbed the bottom of the shirt, hoisting it over San's face so his entire abdomen was exposed. Hongjoong dismounted San, heading back over to his tool pile and pondering.

San turned his head the other way, eyes shut as he panted lightly. Seonghwa petted his hair, pressing small soothing kisses to his brow.

"You ok?" He murmured, "All you have to do is tell us."

San kept his mouth shut though, not wanting to give up his friends.

Hongjoong smirked as he picked his tool, moving towards where the younger's socked feet were. He grabbed the top of the socks and pulled them up so that the heels of his feet were exposed. "I'm feeling a little bit evil," he contemplated, "Soooo, I'm just gonna pop these in here and see how we go."

San had very little time to feel confusion, as Hongjoong had placed two travel-sized electric toothbrushes on each of his feet. He pulled the socks back over them, effectively trapping them in the casing as they weren't heavy enough to pull the socks off.

"Ok, l'm just going to leave them in there for a few." The leader smirked, watching as San bucked around the bed, howling with laughter. "Do you want a drink Seonghwa?"

"Water, please."

Hongjoong left the room, causing San's hysterical laughter to spill out into the hallway. He could see the remainder of the group in the living room, the kitchen spotless. He smirked when he noticed Yeosang and Jongho blocking the front door, and the leader casually went to the fridge to grab some bottles of water, uncaring of the concerned looks he was getting.

After grabbing three bottles, Hongjoong chugged half of one straight up, before catching Wooyoung's gaze.

"What?"

"What are you doing to him?"

The leader smirked, finishing the rest of the bottle in his sweet time before grabbing another.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Hongjoong gathered the three bottles he wanted to take back with him.

"It may interest you to know that he's holding out quite well for once."

As the door shut behind him, he let his evil grin take over as he checked his phone. Ten minutes since he had left them, half an hour since they had returned to the dorm.

"Dimples isn't doing bad today," he announced as he entered, hysterical laughter suddenly assaulting his ears. "It's been 40 minutes since we returned."

He turned off the toothbrushes, allowing San to rest for a few seconds.

The youngest in the room gulped in oxygen, head flopping into Seonghwa's lap tiredly. His brow was soaked with sweat, which the oldest tenderly wiped away, pulling the water bottle up to his mouth.

"Drink," Seonghwa instructed, watching as the younger gladly gulped down the cool liquid. When he was done, Seonghwa lifted up the bottle, skilfully avoiding spilling any on the bed, quickly fastening it.

Hongjoong flopped down next to San, snuggling up closely. His small fingers danced around the younger's side, causing bright giggles to escape from his mouth.

"Pretty baby, you're actually holding up pretty well today." The leader laughed as San squirmed, repositioning himself on the younger's stomach and wiggling his fingers in his underarms. San yelped, bursting out into loud squeaking laughter as he got assaulted. "Poor ticklish little Sannie..."

After about five minutes, Hongjoong got bored, and noticing he had one more mini toothbrush left, he got an idea. He picked it up, turned it on and ran it all across San's underarm, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"Oh, baby. Is it too much?" Hongjoong cooed, voice dripping in faux sympathy. Despite the sweetness of his words, he kept the toothbrush running along his underarm, long fingernails wrecking havoc in the other. "All you gotta do is say who did it sweetheart."

San's legs were kicking as much as they could, his head twisting and turning as he shrieked with laughter. After a few minutes, Hongjoong grew tired of it though.

"We're getting nowhere," he sighed, removing the toothbrush. "Guess I'm gonna have to pull out the big guns."

He shuffled down Sans body, til he rested on the younger's hips again. With a sly grin, he held up the toothbrush.

"You will tell me what I want to know, Dimples."

He set the toothbrush on San's stomach, off this time, letting San flinch. He then dragged it around in a circle, letting San figure out where the destination would be.

"Round, and around, and around, and Oop!" Hongjoong slipped it into his belly button, looking up at the boy. "Well, it's your final chance to let us know. 10... 9... 8..."

San's struggling renewed, knowing exactly what Hongjoong was going to do. He tugged at the scarves, tried to buck the leader off, but couldn't.

"7... 6... 5..."

He looked pleadingly up at Seonghwa, who simply averted his gaze.

"4... 3... 2..."

"MINGI AND WOOYOUNG!" He cried out, "MINGI AND WOOYOUNG MAINLY YUNHO JOINED IN LATER PLEASE DON'T--"

Hongjoong quickly removed the toothbrush, rubbing the younger's stomach softly as he babbled.

"It's ok," he soothed, quickly untying his feet and removing the socks (with the toothbrushes still inside). "It's ok, you did good."

Seonghwa gently embraced the exhausted boy, massaging his wrists tenderly and nuzzling his hair. He continued to whisper sweet nothings, and Hongjoong joined the warm embrace, pressing gentle kisses to San's hairline.

After a few minutes of snuggles, the leader got back up.

"Right, I'll deal with these troublemakers." He left San and Seonghwa alone, half-reclined on the bed as the older rocked the younger.

"They won't blame me, right?" San worried, watching Hongjoong drag the duo into Mingi's room to chastise them. Wooyoung made eye contact with him, a concerned expression on his face when he saw how red and sweaty his best friend was. "I didn't want to."

"They won't," Seonghwa held him tightly, "I think they know you couldn't help it. Besides, we always get it out of you. They should have known better."

San hummed, letting Seonghwa coddle him like a baby while listening to the vague ranting noises coming from the other room.

As the tummy rub sent him to sleep, San could only hope that the troublemaking duo wouldn't blame him for giving them up.

After all, it wasn't his fault.

Inspired by a convo @cyndaqueerv094 and I had which ended up being this heccin long boi of a fic.