#lee jisung

[seventeenytiny]

im curious, in your opinion, skz MTL likely to be into piss?

SMUT: MDNI

I think this list is just who I hope has a piss kink lol Also, just a little reminder for everyone who reads my blog, this is all just for fun, everything is fictional ❤️

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Hyunjin - I can see him as the type to really enjoy how sensual piss play can be. I think he might also be into temperature play and the warmth of piss can go right along with that.

Minho - He'd like it from a bdsm standpoint! He'd be into bladder control as a punishment. He'd make you hold your bladder for as long as you can while constantly handing you water to drink.

Jisung - I think he would enjoy messy sex in general. He would find it so hot to see/be covered in piss and cum. I think he also finds pleasure in peeing after holding it for so long.

Bang Chan - I think Chan would be really into squirting, and in my opinion, squirting and piss are pretty similar! He would love fucking you until you piss yourself, he wants to see the bedsheets soaked.

Felix - Felix is the type of guy who will pretty much be into whatever his partner is into. So if you're into piss, he'll also be into it. His main goal is to please his partner so he'll do almost anything you want.

Jeongin - He likes to play around with it every now and then, mainly in the shower. Like Chan, he also likes to fuck you until you piss yourself. Makes him feel like he's properly fucking you.

Seungmin - He into it from a dominance perspective! Mainly just telling you when you can and can't use the bathroom. I don't think he would like anything too messy.

Changbin - I'm not sure he would be too into it, he's not against it, it just doesn't really do anything for him.

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

I CANT BELIEVE REQUESTS ARE BACK:33 anywaysss!! i had an idea for a lee!han and ler!chan. its a bit silly but it sounds super funny.. so yk how chan chose han first as his first child??? well imagine like there were multiple people waiting to get chosen by chan and he tickled them all the find out which was the most ticklish so they could join. (ofc the most ticklish was han) SO YEAHHH

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: omg i know there is a 0% chance this would ever happen irl but JUST IMAGINE OKAY also anon i changed it a bit if you don’t mind 😭💔

𝙩/𝙬: mentions of anxiety, temporary anxiety, rough tickling, strangers AU

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡��𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Okay, bring in the next trainee.” Chan sighs, watching a smaller boy timidly enter the room, bowing once he caught sight of the older trainee. 

“What’s your name?” Chan asked rather quickly, not realizing his tone sounded harsh. 

“I-um…my name is Han Jisung, and I’ve been a trainee for three years.” The boy introduced himself quickly, biting his lip probably out of nervousness. 

Chan noticed how quick Jisung was breathing, clearly scared out of his wits but trying to hide it. 

After Jisung had finished his showcase, he bowed again and waited for the older trainee’s comments. 

Chan was surprised to find that Han Jisung was a talented singer and dancer, and he seemed to be interested in producing as well. “You’re quite good.” Chan followed by providing his advice and criticism. 

He watched as Jisung took in all of his comments thoughtfully. “Okay, thank you.” 

“You seem talented. I’ll keep you in mind. Now, come and sit down, you look really scared.” Channie giggled; he was glad to finish the showcase so he could perhaps make friends with the quiet trainee. 

Han timidly walked over and sat next to Chan, crossing his arms and gulping. 

Chan decided to test a small theory out; perhaps he found the perfect idol in the quiet, composed Han Jisung.

“Why are you so tense, huh? Come and sit next to me.” The older trainee patted the area beside him with a warm smile, and Jisung obliged. 

“You know who I am?” Chan asked, Jisung nodding his head quickly. “I’ll introduce myself properly.” He took Han’s hands in his own to soothe the younger trainee.

“My name is Bang Chan, or Christopher in English, and I’ve been training for about seven years.” He explained. “I’m trying to form a group of idols, named Stray Kids.”

Jisung nodded tensely. Chan frowned but continued. “Let’s get a little personal. My friends, they like to call me the tickle monster. Wonder why?”

He watched Jisung flush a little before replying. “Do you like to t-tickle people?” 

Channie giggled. “Yeah, I enjoy it. I love getting people who have cute laughs, you know?” 

He watched Jisung turn a deep red in real time, the boy seemed to get increasingly flustered the more the older trainee talked about tickling. “Y-Yeah.” 

“I like to tickle people when they’re nervous or upset, because then they’re the cutest thing.” Chan continued to speak, grinning when Jisung squeaked while nodding. 

Jisung tried to pull his wrists back, but suddenly realized the older’s grip of his wrists had become tighter the more they had talked. 

“You’re so tense, Hannie.” Chan whispered. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Jisung nodded meekly.

“Hmmm, you’re still being quiet. Guess I have to loosen you up a bit.” Chan smirked before yanking Jisung’s arms up, the frail boy was so easy to pin, weak to surprise and pure strength.

Han squealed in surprise, eyes widening. Clearly, he didn’t expect the older to do that. Chan pushed his arms back so he was lying on his back on the soft couch. 

“What a cute sound~” Chan cooed, “You’ll have to make some more for me, yeah?” 

Hanji turned beet-red, flustered. “H-Hyung! Why…what are you doing?!”  

Chan’s finger was tapping his side. “Oh…? Now you can talk?~” 

“Move your finger!” Jisung pleaded, biting his lip desperately when the digit dug softly into his side. 

“Are you ticklish, perhaps?” Chan whispered quietly in a teasing tone, his hand tracing around Jisung’s left side. 

“N-No! I’m not ticklish, hyung—DON’T!!” Jisung yelled suddenly, Chan’s finger stopping at the hem of his shirt. 

“That’s the loudest I’ve heard you.” Chan laughed. 

“Do you want this, Hannie? Do you want me to make you laugh? I bet you’re so cute underneath all that nervousness, aren’t you?” The older cooed in a baby voice, Jisung giggled breathlessly in anticipation. 

Han was sure his face could be compared to a tomato, but he nodded anyway, freeing his hands to cover his face shyly.

“Aweee~” Chan smiled sweetly at the boy beneath them. “You’re so cute…maybe I should tickle you, hm?” 

Jisung squeaked and smiled softly underneath his hands in anticipation. He only then realized how badly he really wanted Chan to attack him, to make his hands flutter all over his body to make him laugh freely. 

“Please?” He whispered. “Hyung?” He looked up at Chan, and the older hummed in response. 

“What are you doing?” Jisung was still laying on his back, and he looked around to try and catch what Chan was whipping his head around for. 

“Nothing. Let’s start, shall we?” Chan asked. “Can you be a good trainee and keep your hands up?” 

Jisung flushed again. “H-How will I do that?” 

“Try for me?” Chan asked sweetly, and how could Hannie say no?

“Okay, I’ll try.” It took a few tries, but Jisung managed to fully outstretch his arms after giggling and pulling his arms to his sides when Chan wiggled his fingers in front of his face. 

“Hyuhung!!” Jisung whimpered when Chan massaged his sides gently. His arms shook with the effort of keeping away. 

Hannie bit his lip and twisted to the left, the tingly sensations shooting up his nerves and leaving him snickering through his teeth. 

“I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Chan asked with a happy grin, moving to the quokka’s lower belly. 

Jisung laughed gently, the soft sensations making him happier than he had ever imagined. “Hyuhuhung plehease!”

“You’re so cute, Hannie! You’re perfect.” Chan decided, continuing to gently tickle the boy beneath him before moving his hands up his shirt gently. “Is this okay?”

He continued when Hannie nodded softly,  massaging the quokka’s soft tummy before moving to his ribs, digging in harshly. 

Jisung let out a loud shriek, cackles pouring from his lips as his hands shot down immediately, gripping the older’s hands and kicking out behind him. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY!! AAAHAHAHA!!” Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, smile wide and cute, making Chan practically melt above him. 

Channie gently pulled Han’s hands back above his head to gently remind him to keep them there, tickling around the soft sides of his chest.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AGH IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” Jisung screeched, keeping his arms up and resorting to gripping his hair tightly on top of his head. 

“Does it really? I’m not even doing much.” Channie gaped with delight. “You’re so ticklish!” 

“AHAHAGH SHUHUHUSH!!” Hannie demanded, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. 

“Okay, okay. Flustered baby.” Chan scratched around the quokka’s armpits gently with his longish nails, watching the boy beneath him scream and fall apart, arms trembling.

“NAAAHAHAHA!! STAHP!! STOHOP IHIHIT!!” 

“Little break for quokka~” Chan sang, letting up and slipping his hands out of Hannie’s shirt.

Jisung panted and rubbed at his torso, out of breath from his constant torment.

Meanwhile, Chan turned and adjusted to sit facing the younger’s legs, which kicked out lightly under his attention. 

The older trainee used his knees to separate Jisung’s legs, thighs trembling in anticipation. 

“Hyung…” Jisung warned, gasping when Chan slid a finger up his thigh. “I really can’t handle it there!” 

“But I really want to!” Chan whined, pouting. “Please?” 

“No!! Hyung!! Please, don’t!” Jisung pleaded desperately, squealing loudly when Chan scribbled up both inner thighs at the same time. 

Channie thought for a second. Hannie’s thighs were like a blank canvas for him to scribble and scratch on, probably sensitive enough to send him ballistic. How could he miss this chance? 

“Eh. I’m doing it anyway.” Chan shrugged.

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, the sound leaving his throat in a strangled scream as Chan grabbed his left knee with one hand and raked up and down his left thigh with the other. 

“AGHHHAHANOHOHO STAHAHAP STAHP STOP!!” Jisung squealed with laughter, Chan’s fingers tickled so torturously along his left thigh, causing him to let out boisterous bouts of hysterical cackles.

“Nah. You’re too cute to.” Chan deadpanned, switching sides and relishing in the quokka’s drawn out screech to let up. 

“PLEHEHEASE HAHAVE MEHEHERCY!! I CAHAHANT AHHAHA!!” 

“Oh? But you can…” Chan switched to scribbling over both thighs, watching them tremble under his touch while Jisung tossed his body around behind him, pounding the couch with his fists and screaming his head off. 

Jisung panted, breath suddenly taken from him as he felt tired and exhausted. He pounded three times on Chan’s shoulder to signify defeat; the older letting up immediately and smiling down at him. 

“You are the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. And the perfect idol.” 

Jisung nodded while gasping for breath, eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner. 

“Welcome to Stray Kids.”

for @sungsbunny

[v--143]

Anon Request: Drunk tckls- Would love to see this with Lee Know and Han, Lee Know being the drunk ler and Han being the lee just tryna get Lee Know to settle down and "go to sleep already goddammit"

< Night Night >

[Ler! Lee Know]

[Lee! Han]

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Han snored softly in his bed. He had fallen asleep immediately after getting home, tired from a long day of practice. He had asked Lee Know where he was off to, his reply being to “the club”, so Han just assumed he’d be fine and find his way back. He offered his home and bed over to his best friend for whenever he got back since his house was way closer. However.. that may have been a mistake…

*wobble*

The doorknob loudly shook as a groggy Lee Know stepped into Han’s room.

“What.. what the-“ Han whispered as he stretched a bit before turning to his beside clock. It read ‘4:07am’.

“Hi HanJiseeoongggg~” Lino said with a smirk. Through the darkness of his home, Han could see Lino’s hair was all ruffled up and his clothes halfway on. His navy pants and short-sleeved white shirt were slightly wrinkled and smelled of alcohol. He definitely had an amusing time.

“Ugghh..” Han moaned, “it’s 4am hyung...” he said as he placed a hand over his eyes. Han could barely keep them open as Lino giggled loudly and kicked off his shoes, then shuffled over to the bed.

“I had fun” Lino chuckled out.

“Did you?” Han was trying his best to sound like he was actually listening. He’s noticed over time that Lino tended to get offended easily when drunk. His form of payback? Being an annoying little shit.

*yawn*

“What..” Lee Know said sternly, “Am I boring you?!” He teased as he crawled onto the bed.

“Hyung. Read the room, it’s 4am…” Han yawned again as he turned over to lay on his stomach.

“Ooooooo” Lee Know cooed, crawling closer to Han and suddenly flinging his body atop the sleepy boy.

“ARGH- get ohoff me!” Han laughed in a deep voice at the sudden weight on his body now. He couldn’t love much considering Lino really spread his entire body out over Han’s, even putting his head into the crook of Han’s neck.

“Come onn let’s do something!” Lino insisted as he suddenly sprung up and began to grab at Han’s shoulders.

“Hyuhung no! Go to bed pleaseee” Han huffed as he unwillingly giggled at Lee Know’s predictable attitude.

“Am I funny?” Lee Know asked.

“Noho, go to bed!!” Han shoved at him. He had to keep swatting at his own neck too from the tingly sensations Lee Know’s whispering brought.

“I’m so funny” Lino squeezed both Han’s sides at the same time.

“Ahaha!” Han curled in on himself when Lino decided not to stop, “Stohop!!”

Lee Know laughed way too loudly at Han’s reactions, “You’re so sensitive!” He said as he began to tickle all over his sides.

“Wahahait waIT WAHAIT!” Han became frantic as he yelled out some loud “HA HAHA”’s as he turned his body over to face Lee Know. He began throwing his head back onto the sunken pillows every time Lino hit a sensitive spot or squeezed him harder than usual. Being as he was, crushed by his body weight… it wasn’t particularly easy for him to escape the situation.

“You’re sooo cute Hanjisungiee~ and loud!! Who knew your deep sleepy laugh could be so powerful~” Lee Know teased.

Han swung and slapped in every direction while trying to grapple at Lee Know’s hands, but the latter thought it was the funniest thing in the world to have Han laughing this hard. His frantic grabbing at Lino’s hands as he simultaneously clutched his quivering stomach was so entertaining to the boy that he didn’t want to stop.

“Plehehease PLEASE!!” Han began to kick at the bed hard, his legs going in all directions, making Lee Know laugh and tease him loudly.

“Please what?” Lee Know said with a way too calm voice.

“PLEAHAHA” Han arched his back.

Lino laughed, “Speak right idiot” he said as he began to tease all over Han’s torso with lighter and quick movements rather than such intense ones. This was even more entertaining to him than before since Han’s anticipation grew by miles every time Lino took a pause.

*heavy breathing* “Plehease wahait ahh~” Han breathed shakily as he giggled, “please please I cahan’t- STOHAP AHAHA” he would scream, and soon after he’d calm down until Lino dove into another spot near his hip, “NohAHA!! Please plehease no!”

Getting bored of only his torso, Lee Know decided to use both his hands to attack Han’s neck and chest. With his hands in a claw-like cat form, he scribbled them all over Han’s collarbones and wiggled them into his neck, causing lots of the most adorable twitches and grabbing at his hands.

“Plehehehe! Aaahahaheha!” Han was smiling so wide while Lino just took the advantage to wreck him to the fullest. So much so that he abandoned his sitting position to lay back down fully over Han.. only to grapple his teeth onto Han’s nape.

“Whahat are yo- NO- AHAH! AAAHAHA” Han screamed at Lino’s mischievous demeanor (and, of course, the awfully ticklish sensations at his neck) as he was clearly smiling into his neck as he bit down gently yet hard enough to make him scream. No matter how much Han shuffled from side to side, he couldn’t seem to get the older off of him.

“AHah.. ahh ahaha!! Plehehease I- hyuhung!” Han only got weaker as Lino began to shake his hair into the crook of his neck and gently traced his fingers over his torso.

“Cuteeee!” Lee Know teased loudly as Han’s little giggles filled the room. He still had an iron grip on both of Lee Know’s wrists with his own hands, but he was too weak to truly stop him now.

“I cahan’t I cahan’t!” Han pleaded to Lino, lazily swatting at his head. He decided to finally let up on the poor boy and he rolled off of him… only to trap him in a hug.

“Lehet me go I don’t trust you” Han giggled.

“Whaattt why!” Lee Know said. His arms were completely enveloping Han’s waist, and because of that comment, he dug the very tips of his fingers into his torso.

“Stohop!! Hyuhuhahng!!” Han slurred his words.

“I don’t know who that issss~”

Han was pushing at Lee Know’s bear hug grip but not really getting anywhere. The subtle poking of his fingers into his sides or ribs was all too overstimulating for it being 4:30am. Once he began to fall limp into Lino’s arms, the older knew he had tired him out enough.

“Your deep laugh is cute Hannie!” Lee Know whispered into the crook of Han’s neck as he squealed a high pitched “ee aah!”

Han had his face covered with both his hands as he began to fall into another deep sleep, a better one after how tired he was now. Lee Know remained holding him with his bear hug grip as they both fell asleep… but not without Lino asking Han if he was happy while he was asleep.

He said yes, very.

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Meowmeowmeowmeiemeowmeoewmeowmeow I love Minsung

[hearted-anon]

Members need rest? Chan knows best!

Words: 4.4k Lee(s): Skz Ler: Channie

Chan laid back after the cruel hours of idol work, feeling his bones turn to mush under the comfortable mattress. The fans had been swarming him like bees to honey the entire day, and don’t get him wrong, he loves stays as much as the next member, but it was tiring to deal with it continuously. A soft smile grazed his face tiredly, finally slipping away into dreamland after what felt like an eternity of staring at the ceiling who glared back at him, courtesy of insomnia.

Then he heard it.

Loud screams of excitement rang through the halls like a fire alarm, making his ears ring. Apparently although the leader was more than done with all the shenanigans he had been through for the day, his members weren’t, having more than enough energy to spare. He closed one eye temporarily, hoping the members would get the hint when the oldest didn’t exit to join in. Alas, they were clueless, only making the noise grow in volume as what sounded like Hyunjin and Changbin arguing rang throughout the halls.

Slamming open his room door, he glared daggers at all 7 kids, who stopped right in their tracks at the long pang of the wood slamming against the wall. The daggers were a cold sting to their heart, making the kids cower into a corner with fear as the oldest grew closer. He sighed, he didn’t want to instil fear into his children whenever he was upset, it hurt to see them on the verge of tears as if he was going to tear them apart limb by limb.

And that’s when he thought of it.

“10 seconds, go hide.” He whispers without context, relieved when the members slowly come undone from their bundle, which he thought was adorable, maybe he would scare them more often. They all looked up at him in confusion, eyes glistening with what he didn’t know were tears or happiness that they weren’t going to die, making his heart melt when he found himself being looked up upon by 7 curious puppies. However, all fun comes to an end, he was meant to punish them after all. He didn’t respond, only counting down slowly, either way it made the kids shriek and run to hide, even if they had no idea what was going on.

If they couldn’t sleep when needed, Chan would ensure they were tired enough.

Trekking along the halls, he hummed a soft tune that echoed eerily throughout the halls, a warning call to the hiding children. He smirked, all of his exhaustion replaced by the desperate need to find all of his children, by hook or by crook. The first kid he found was of course his first child, hiding under Chan’s own bed. A scream of surprise ensued before Jisung was pulled from under the bed by his feet, a very tickle hungry leader looming over him.

The quokka babbled and pleaded for mercy, silenced in an instant when Chan pressed his lips right onto his ribs, blowing as hard as he could as his fingers travelled into his armpits quickly, kneading and massaging the middle. Han absolutely lost it, cackling and shrieking as he tried to squirm away to no avail with the oldest sitting comfortably on his waist.

“ARGH! HYUHUHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHOR- EEK!” Jisung tried his best to beg, but a squeal of agony left his mouth when Chris decided on nibbling onto his ribs too, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh between the bones before vibrating his teeth gently there, sending the younger to see stars. He stomped his feet onto the floor desperately, begging for release as tears of mirth streamed down his face, decorating his chubby cheeks.

“Learned your lesson? Now go to bed.” Chan strictly told him, though it wasn’t as intimidating with that wide smile, admiring his kid that panted and wiped at his tears. Jisung nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to experience another round of that torture, it was absolutely ruthless. He didn’t know his hyung was that rough, retreating back to his room, feeling bad for the other members.

1 kid down, 6 more to go.

“Where are my kids hm? I promise I won’t be too harsh if you come out now…” He feigned innocence, singing his words. He turned his head, facing the cat den that was Minho’s room. Usually anyone entering that den was prohibited, even Chan himself, who got quite the harsh scolding from the younger when the older was caught snooping in his room. But he knew he was hiding there, using his kitty privileges to his advantage. He barged in, and lo and behold there he was, resting comfortably on his bed as if Bangchan wouldn’t know of his safe haven.

“W-What are you doing here?! You c-can’t just- AH!” Minho’s scolding which was merely a ploy to hide his anxiousness, not really hidden with the stuttering he was doing. The older simply lunged at the cat without hesitation, letting out sweet Aussie giggles as he wrestled the bunny down. It wasn’t that much of a fight, seeing how he was the second strongest in Stray Kids, easily pinning those arms high above his head, seated nicely on his plump thighs.

“You were saying, cutie?” Chan giggled lowly when the bunny’s face burned a bright red at the name call, Lee Know would never get used to those compliments no matter how many times the older one did it. He kicked under Chris’s hold, trying to lodge himself out of the weight placed off of him. All was well until Minho felt fingers drum onto his lower belly, the fabric of his tank top doing absolutely nothing to protect him.

“Nah ah~ You had so much energy to wake me up right? I’ll tire you out just fine.” The oldest tutted before sinking his fingers right into the younger’s v-line, kneading all too close to his hips and thighs. A piercing shriek left his mouth before he descended into witch-like cackles, his hands weakly pulling at the fingers that invaded his waistline, even with his shirt it felt like they were vibrating right onto his weak spot.

“ARGH! HYUHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THERE! PLEA- NOO!” Another shriek left him when he felt hair brush along his ear before teeth sunk into his neck, nibbling along the pudgy skin that gathered under his ear. Stamping his feet he begged and squealed for mercy, slamming down his chin to his collarbone to block out the head, hands tugging at the fingers that wouldn’t stop kneading his skin, it was all futile. Until tears were soaking his shirt collar, which didn’t take long, he was released from his prison. Minho panted and gasped for air on the bed, curling up into himself. Chan didn’t even have to tell him to sleep, the younger’s eyes closing and promptly falling asleep.

2 kids down, 5 more to go.

Quietly creaking the door shut to the cat’s den, he snuck around the rooms, eyes eventually landing onto his soulmate, none other than his Aussie bro, hiding snugly in a cupboard. Rushing over, he pulled the chick out, more concerned at the weird angle the blonde was in, back following the curve of the cupboard, creeping him out. He held Felix high in the air with his hands under Lix’s underarms to hold him there, inspecting for injuries. The younger sighed, hoping he had forgotten all about the punishment. What a fool he was.

Once ensuring the chick wasn’t injured, Chan gave him a disappointed and knowing look. The sunshine had a terrible habit of doing anything that he could to win or hide, sometimes it was quite the danger. Too bad for Felix, it just added onto the list of reasons on why he should be punished. The sunshine looked genuinely upset at that look, frowning as he slumped under the leader’s arms, whispering a sorry under his breath.

“You’ll definitely be sorry.” Before the sunshine could retort a question of confusion, he felt a mushroom of hair slip under his shirt, lips attaching to the top of his abs, settling on one of the packs near the ribs before blowing harshly. He shrieked, falling into loud, squeaky hysterics as his feet wiggled fruitlessly under the older. He couldn’t move anywhere besides twisting and turning to the side, which only made the sensations worse. Oh how Felix majorly regretted waking Chan up, he was pinned high in the air unless he could pull himself up, which was not possible with the tight grip that held his waist high up.

“PLEHEHHEASE! NOHOAHAHA!” Felix howled with laughter when it in fact didn’t stop, the older’s lips delicately brushing along the younger’s abs before blowing on each pack harshly, before he was face to face with his navel. The sunshine could feel the warm breath that blew into it, making him giggle nervously as he looked down to plead for mercy.

“W-Wahahait! I-I’m sohohory! I wohohon’t do it ahahagain- NO HYUNG!” Felix collapsed when Chan began to nibble along the rim of his belly button, shaking his head both in denial to stop and to rub his fluffy hair along the victim’s tummy, making him squeal. Felix went limp in Chris’s hold, unable to push at his head, only kicking his feet out and shaking his own head as he begged for it to stop. His throat grew hoarse, vision blurring up with tears as he saw the light itself.

Maybe he actually did, because the next thing he knew he felt himself being laid down, seeing his own dreams within seconds. He wondered if he had passed out, only realising that he had fallen asleep the moment Chan had stopped, and was cradled and tucked into bed without another word. He smiled softly, maybe the leader wasn’t as ruthless as he thought, continuing his sweet dreams calmly.

That was 3 kids down, 4 more to go…

Not long after the leader had gone chicken hunting, he immediately found a chick’s predator, a fox. The fox hibernated peacefully under blankets and pillows, making Chan squeal like a school girl at the adoring sight. His heart melted with cupid’s arrow pierced through it, approaching the youngest quietly not to disturb him. As much as he favourites the maknae line, he was hungry for tickles, and he was going to get them all like Pokemon.

“Baby? Are you awake?” A soft whisper coaxed the youngest out of his slumber, yawning that made Chan want to kick his feet absolutely everywhere while giggling. Jeongin nodded slowly, still dazed from being woken up from his slumber. Hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a tight cuddle under the sheets. They laid in silence for a good while, Chan almost forgetting what he was here for having the cutie in his arms.

Almost.

“Are the scars on your face still there?” Chan murmured softly into Jeongin’s ear, seemingly out of the blue. They both shuddered at the memory, but swallowing his nerves he could feel the nod in the darkness of his room. And then came a sniffle. Chris squeezed the other’s waist tighter, consoling his insecurities that welled up deep in his heart. He needed to comfort him, and needed it now he did.

So why not kill two birds with one stone?

Chan gently pressed his lips to the skin of the younger’s scars, trailing his lips softly over the rough skin. He smiled when he got a soft squeak and sweet giggles in return, his hands that once laid protectively over his waist holding his hands down, ensuring there was nothing to hide that smile.

“Hyung! W-Whahaha!” Jeongin’s words were cut off with another squeak when fingers traced delicate shapes and hearts into his sides and tummy, along with the persistent loving kisses that rained down onto his scars. His cheeks soon turned a bright red, flustered out of his mind that his gentle loving did wonders to himself, not wanting to admit it. There came no response, only a soft hum that vibrated in ticklish motions along his skin, before continuing his chaste kissing all over his scars.

“Plehehease it tickles so bahahad!” He squeaked out meekly, squealing sharply when teeth nibbled and lips kissed along the back of his ear, close to his neck. Not many people knew, but the members more than often took advantage of that sensitive patch of skin, whenever they did so much as go close to that spot, shoulders automatically scrunched up to protect himself. He fell into high pitched cackling, trying to turn around to no avail with Chan’s hands tight around his torso that bonded his arms together.

“HYUAHAHHA! NOHOHO!” He kicked out beneath the tight cuddles, shaking his head when he realised any attempt to leave was completely futile, left to suffer as so under the hands of the leader. Chris simply cooed, whispering compliments through nibbles and kisses that made Jeongin feel like his face was on fire. Only when he felt Jeongin go limp eventually was he released, cuddled properly to sleep before the oldest slipped away, like a shadow in the night’s sky.

That was 4 kids down, 3 to go.

Sneaking away into the puppy’s enclosure now, he scrambled and turned the room upside down, eager to find Seungmin. His search was fruitless, no signs of any puppy baby being in the room. Or so he thought, when he found the child’s legs peeking out from what he initially thought were a normal bundle of clothes. They didn’t move, nor breathe at first, leading Chan to think he might’ve had a hard time breathing in there, instantly activating his dad instincts.

Grabbing the puppy’s feet, he dragged him out, seeing a red faced Seungmin. Well at least he was right to think he struggled breathing, letting Seungmin catch his breath calmly as he waited. He wasn’t a monster, despite his ruthless attacks he didn’t want to go overboard after all, only seeking to tire his babies out. Once done, he securely headlocked the younger’s feet high in the air, a panicking Seungmin on the floor as he tried to sit up to get his feet back to no avail.

“D-Don’t! If you do, you're old!” Seungmin threatened with a hiss, though Chan knew behind those walls his heart was tugged down by embarrassment and anticipation, and boy was he going to take that to his advantage.

“Still wanna talk back like this hm?” Chan hummed, his fingers descending on one of the willing soles to trace gently along it, under his toes, to his arch then his heel, and repeating. The puppy screeched and giggled like a maniac, not hysterically but it felt so ticklish, so so ticklish with all the anticipation that welled inside his heart. He was lying if he said he didn’t deserve this, but it was torture!

“I-I’m sohohory! Plehehehase dohohon’t tease mehehe!” Seungmin pleaded desperately, unable to take the soft scratching up and down his soles for any longer. It drove him just as crazy as normal tickling, though he would’ve much rather had that than whatever torture method this was.

“You wanna be tickled? Okay!” Chan bubbled enthusiastically, before his manicured nails went haywire onto his bare feet, scratching along any surface of the soft skin he could find. Seungmin shrieked as loudly as he could before descending like those fingers into hysterics, tugging at his feet as his hand pounded into the floor. With the added anticipation along with those nails that felt horrible, he was driven ballistic, it took less than a minute before tears streamed down his face.

“I-IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD! PLEHEAHAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG!” He thrashed, tried to kick, arched his back but nothing released himself from the head lock on his feet, begging for mercy that was granted once he saw that Seungmin looked on the verge of passing out, sweat falling down his forehead like it was the most intense workout he’s ever had. Chan smiled sweetly in contrast to the torture he’s putting his children to, kissing away the tears on the puppy’s cheeks before carrying him like a bag of rice, plopping him down and promptly tucking him in.

“Sleep, or else.” Chan’s tone was strict, dripping was threats as his fingers wiggled towards Seungmin one last time, eliciting a squeal before he went out to let him sleep.

That was 5 kids to go, now the last 2 whom he planned the most for…

He pondered where the loud duo could be, steps of his feet drumming against the wooden floors that creaked sullenly when he walked. He entered the art room, a quiet wave of serenity washing over him the moment his feet touched the marble floor. It was silent here, a barricade keeping out the noises that crashed Hyunjin’s focus whenever he tried to make art sealed shut, letting his hands dance over canvases when his feet weren’t on the floor.

Smiling softly at the peace of the room, he snapped his head at the sound of pencils drawing smoothly onto the canvas. Was Hyunjin seriously drawing? A pang of guilt shot through his heart, he’d hate to ruin the ferret’s drawing with his want to punish him, he loved their passion in their respective hobbies, enjoying admiring them in their field of strength more than anything.

Which is why he set up a trap.

Holding a paintbrush in his hands, he tapped gently onto the wall, and almost in an instant a pair of ferret ears peeked from the wall, crawling over and inspecting Chan, as if a cat finding something interesting. The older chuckled softly, letting the analysis happen without a worry, he looked very much adorable this way anyway. Eventually the older got bored, scooping the artist up without a word and planting him onto the bed of the room, where Hyunjin mostly slept when he stayed up late at night.

“You argued quite loudly with Changbin, and now you act like you don’t deserve punishment?” Chan scolded, but the smile he wore was much less intimidating. Grabbing his wrists he pinned them high, high above his head, stretching out his shirt to reveal his tummy entirely. The younger visibly panicked, babbling pleas of apologies as he watched the paint brush he was so curious about draw closer to his tummy. Shaking his head, he was begging on his knees, or lying down, for this not to happen.

“Since you were drawing, how about I draw for you?” With that, Chan attached his lips to Hyunjin’s stomach, blowing long and torturous raspberries all over. Hyunjin shrieked, his sensitivity hitting new peaks as he stomped and cackled.

“ARGH AHAHAHAH! I CAHAHAHN’T TAHAHAHKE IT!” Hyunjin squealed out desperately, trying to pull his arms down from being held like ropes up to head, unable to do anything but thrash like a fish out of water. Chan grumbled when screeches filled the air, maybe he should’ve just ended it at Jeongin. But no matter, there wouldn’t be anymore screeching soon enough.

Lifting his lips from the tortured tummy, Hyunjin panted and gasped for air, pleading for mercy as he pulled at his arms, putting out his lower lip to make him look all the more miserable. Unfortunately, the judge did not rule in his favour, as right then he felt the paintbrush dip into his navel, painting delicate strokes that made him shriek before cackling like a maniac, digging his heels into the bed.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHAHD! MAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAP!” He cried out, going absolutely crazy as if he had lost his wits, much to Chan’s fun. He enjoyed seeing the drama queen being himself, wanting and craving more laughter for his ensemble of a punishment. He knew that the ferret would tap out soon, but those flushed cheeks and crinkled eyes made it hard to resist.

“One last finale…” Chan stuck his lips onto Hyunjin’s side, blowing as hard as he could. A scream loud enough to wake up the entire dorm rang out before it turned pin drop silent, Hyunjin silently begging for mercy as his throat turned hoarse and quiet. The older’s canvas was finished, letting him go as he watched the artist curl up into a ball, giggling away the tingles. He tucked Hyunjin into bed, being careful not to touch him as he twitched in agitated motions from how hard he was wrecked. Leaving the second last room, he ventured out, tickle hungry enough to say he was starving for his last victim.

6 kids down, now for the last one, he’d be saving the best for last.

Humming a soft tune, Chan spins around the halls gleefully, his mood to wreck his children increasing by the second. It put his nerves on end, sent his heart pounding and heightening his senses. He practically flipped the dorm upside down trying to find the last child of a rapper, nowhere to be found. Just as he heaved a sigh of frustration and stomped his feet with a pout, a squeal came from the chick’s coop, a squeal he knew anywhere else.

Bolting and barging right into the brownie boy’s room, he swung open the door faster than lightning, face to face with Minho’s babies, wrestling on the pillows. His eyes met Changbin’s in an instant, boring holes that went straight through the rapper’s soul, sending a chill down his spine. Believe me when I said he dashed out as fast as Chan came in, squealing for his life as a ravenous Chan chased him down.

Unfortunately, the dwaekki was caught almost as soon as he left, hoisted up into the air and slumped onto Chan’s shoulder as if he weighed air. As they trekked into Chan’s bedroom, Changbin squirmed and thrashed, trying to pull away the hands locked around his waist.

“You made me suffer. Through. All. That. Finding. You are so. So. Getting. It.” Chan emphasised his firm point, each full stop he made containing a poke somewhere on the younger’s body, from his ribs to his sides, then his back to his hips, it made Changbin squeal loudly with each poke. Thrown on the bed, the oldest took the sweater he originally intended to wear to sleep before he was disturbed, now tying Changbin’s hands above his head, making him whimper in fear.

“Since you made me go through all that finding, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. First, I’ll scratch these nails into your ribs, right into the crevices while whispering sweet compliments into your ear, not to mention blow wind into them. Then, I’ll knead your hips gently, not enough to make you hysterical but you’ll buck like a wild bull. To keep you down, I’ll nibble along that cute pudge of your tummy, I just bet it’ll be unbearable to you. But too bad, it won’t stop till I feel that I’ve had enough and don’t feel hungry. Aw~ You blushing?”

Chan cooed after meticulously plotting and spilling his actions that would be happening to the poor rapper underneath, whose face and ears were already on fire before anything even happened. He shook his head desperately, digging his heels into the bed as the cat fiddled with his tongue, unable to get words out. Anticipation was killing him, the thought of being told exactly what was doing and having the thought of cackling himself silly drove him up the wall. He shrieked when Chan merely placed his hands underneath his shirt, the warmth of his hands making him burst into sweet high pitched giggles, eyes crinkled shut with a dimpled smile.

“What a cutie~ Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so giggly? Isn’t that just the sweetest…” The oldest might’ve been a tad bit sadistic for being so cruel, but he was hungry for that laughter, especially after all that searching.

“Pl-Plehehehease! I-I’m sohohohory!” Changbin meekly begged, unable to take the tendrils of anticipation that drove him crazy before any fingers or lips got the chance to wreck him silly, what an embarrassment.

“You want me to wreck you? Want me to wreck you badly?” Chan cooed sweetly with an innocent smile, masking away his sinister intentions as a squirmy Changbin only got redder in the face, nodding timidly. He smirked, he loved getting his way.

Diving his head under Bin’s sweatshirt, he did exactly what he set out to do, teeth settling onto the pudge of fat that lined his tummy before his v-line, going crazy with raspberries and nibbles onto it. His fingers drilled into his thighs, the inner section where the skin would clash the thighs together, switching between his nails scribbling up and down to squeezing it relentlessly.

To say Changbin went crazy was an understatement, a loud, shrill scream akin to Hyunjin’s left his mouth before he cackled himself insane, trying first to close his legs before they were open back up promptly, arching his back, but it only pressed that dreaded mouth against his bare skin more, forcing him to crash back down.

“ARGHAHAHAHAAH! YAHAHAHAA!” He couldn’t even get words out, only shaking his head as he tugged hard at the sweater, who suffered in agony from the sheer strength it was being tugged at, but didn’t relent to let his hands free. Chan chuckled slowly, mumbling against his pudge that made him squeal.

“Can’t even speak anymore Bin? How adorable.” Was all that left his mouth before he got busy on his tummy again, Changbin absolutely hated how his Hyungs knew exactly where to make him go ballistic, his fingers digging into his wrists in ticklish agony. His howling didn’t even make it to two minutes before it cut off, hoarsely but silently begging for mercy as tears streamed down his face like rivulets.

Chan let up, he wasn’t out to kill after all. Lifting himself out of Changbin’s shirt and untying him, he snuggled into Changbin’s hair, taking in the sweet scent of strawberries and kissing the top of his head sweetly. His hands did his usual routine of tracing those hearts into his cheeks, making the younger smile shyly through his greedy panting. They both fell asleep, both tired from hunting and being hunted.

At least now the members knew what was not to mess with now, especially at night when there was a tired chan in bed trying to sleep.

[hearts444innie]

Hi, How are you?

I'm sorry if you can't understand me, my English is not good, but could you write a Minsung story? Han finds out that Lee Know is ticklish and starts tickling him, then Lee Know has enough and tickles Han too, and the story continues with a tickle fight!

Ticklish?

Lee: Minho

Ler: Han

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Ahhh!! I love this idea here u go!! ♥️😁

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Jisung and Minho were cuddled up watching a movie while the others were out of the house, Han moved closer to Minho and his hair got a bit close to the boy’s neck.

Minho tired holding back a laugh and smile as the ticklish feeling of Hannie’s hair was brushing up against his sensitive neck, he flinched a bit and Han noticed, “hyung you good?”

“Y-Yeah I’m fine”

It went quiet again as they watched the movie but Han was quietly observing lee knows face and saw he was trying to hold back a smile, jisung knew what was up now.

So why not be a little mean?

He got more closer trying to not look obvious and nuzzled and shook his hair into Minho’s neck

Minho was dying on the inside trying to hold it together as jisung teased more with his hair “what’s wrong hyung your shifting a bit~?”

At that point he couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke out giggling.

“Ha I knew it you are ticklish! I would have never thought”

Minho tired to play it off “n-no I’m not that’s really just silly hannie!” He said with an annoyed tone

“Sure hyung how about I test that out then I mean surely you won’t mind at all since you aren’t ticklish”

“I’m not so….so try me.!”

Han started tickling his sides and the boy was trying his best not to laugh and trying to keep his hands in place to prove his not true point.

But he only held on for 5 seconds before failing to hold it together.

“NAHAHA HANNIE WAIT NO-!”

“I thought you said you’re not ticklish bunny~”

“EHEHEHEAHA! PLEASE!”

“Shit hyung your so sensitive who knew?~” Han said as he continued to move to different places to tickle.

“AHAHAH I SWEAR-AHH STOP HAN JISUNG!”

Jisungs fingers dug into his armpits and the scream Minho let out was almost deafening “shit that kinda hurt my ears hyung-“

“FUHUHCK-STAHAHAP PLEASE ITS SOHO BAHAHAD!!”

Han started squeezing his thighs rapidly not stoping for even a second, Minho swore he saw heaven.

“NO! NOHOHO AHHH!-SHIT STOHOP STOP PLEHAH-I CANT HANDLE THIS!!”

“Aww you can’t take it can you~” jisung said as he giggled at his hyung’s reaction

“PLEHEHEASE MERCY I-I CAHAHANT I CANT THAHAHKE IT!!” As the boy tired to get jisungs fingers off his sensitive skin

“Alright alright you big baby” Han said playfully rolling his eyes leaving Minho to recover until he has his payback.

“Guess who is also ticklish” Minho said flashing an evil smile before tackling a screaming Han

“W-Wait! I’m sorry please no-AHAHAHAH WAIT!”

Minho planted kisses all over the boy’s stomach “aww look at this cute pretty tummy~”

“HYUNG STOHOHOP” Han squealed the kisses tickled so bad, Minho then blew raspberries all over jisungs neck putting the boy in hysterics

“AH! NOHOHO STOP LINO-AHAH NOHOT THAT ANYTHING BUT THIHIS!”

Minho stopped letting Han have a break and both continue after a break ticking each other with no mercy until they tired each other out forgetting about the movie

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This one was a bit messy 😭🤧 but hope you like it!

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★

[staykidss]

Changbin couldn’t stop mixing them up 😭

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

STRAY MENS. D-1 : SEOUL : dominATE world tour

📸: WATERMARKED AND ABUNDANT BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS. AMEN. 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️

[lookitsjess]

[bignickrgxa2]

So what did Stay learn today?

Chan is unbelievably horny

Lee Know is adorable

Changbin is cutting weight

Hyunjin and Donatella are actual besties

Han Jisung is a massive weeb

Felix is literally an angel

Seungmin is the DreamWorks fishing kid

Jeongin is a slut

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ early morning moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧

You’ve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriend’s, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didn’t mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.

“You fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.” You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before he’s interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. “Sorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.”

Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what you’re talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie he’s been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.

The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. “Damn, I was out like a light.”

You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing it’s time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.

He’s still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and you’re still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧

“Minho.” You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.

He doesn’t respond so, you try again. “Minho!” this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.

“Minho, are you awake yet?” You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. “No.”

“Oh, okay.” you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. “Sorry.” you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.

“Liar!” You’re nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldn’t help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.

He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧

“Binnie.” You’re gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. “My love, I know you’re awake.”

“Then you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.” He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.

“I had a good cause, I promise.” When he doesn’t budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesn’t spill over. “I made breakfast.”

Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobody’s ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?

“I love you.” The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.

Love is the greatest gift he’s ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes you’ll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that you’ll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when you’re both old and grey, impaired taste and all.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧

The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You won’t be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.

Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.

Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, you’re awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjin’s eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriend’s other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest. 

“Good morning, love.” He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.

He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, you’re not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.

“Your morning voice is so hot.” Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. “What?”

You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. “Tell me more, baby. What did Chan do?” “He wasn’t even there!” See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldn’t take the hint and finally kiss you again?

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧

“I had a dream about you.” Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. “Was I hot?” “You cheated on me.”

He gasps dramatically but doesn’t move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. “Asshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.” 

You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how he’s been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.

“You were very mean, actually.” Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. “Please let me make it up for you.”

That’s what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each other’s bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and you’re both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧

You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.

So, you’re more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.

“Baby,” his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, “wake up, angel.”

You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.

When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what you’re about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.

Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. “Kiss me!” Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. “Not until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.” Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. “I have a surprise!”

Now why didn’t he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesn’t move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features.   

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧

Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone. 

That’s why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didn’t hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.

“Your feet are cold.” But Seungmin doesn’t respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldn’t. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since you’ve known him, Seungmin didn’t smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.

It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.

You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.

As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.

Jeongin laughs, incredulous. “No way! I’ve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.” He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.

“I’m not complaining.” Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. “I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didn’t want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like he’d ever admit it out loud.

“What did I say?” He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so you’re face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. “I don’t know, I don’t speak gibberish.”

He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. “You also snore.” “I do not!” 

[seventeenytiny]

MTL - Pass out While their Partner is in Labor

Word count: 546 Warning: Tiniest mention of blood in Changbin's Author's Note: Still have raging baby fever. Didn't really proofread this heh. Also, if anyone (18+) wants to be friends feel free to message me :)

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Changbin - Okay so I think Changbin would just pass out with no warning, like he won't even realize he's about to pass out. He'd be a great partner, holding your hand while you're pushing and then suddenly he sees a bit of blood and just passes out. He'd wake up pretty quickly and just go back to doing his best to comfort you. Seeing you in so much discomfort knowing he can't do anything would have him a bit distressed.

Han - He's not going to pass out because it's graphic, he's going to pass out because it's too anxiety-inducing for him. He's just feeling too many emotions all at once. He's excited because he gets to see his child soon, but he is miserable seeing his partner in pain. He hates seeing you connected to all these machines, all the nurses going in and out of the room, your face scrunched up in pain. It's just too much for him.

Hyunjin - I think he might pass out once it starts to become a bit graphic. If he were to stay by the bedside the whole time and just help you focus on your breathing he'd be great. Although, if he takes a peak at what's going on down there I think he might start to feel a bit woozy. Understandable honestly.

Felix - I think he'd actually handle this situation pretty well. He will definitely be feeling a lot of anxiety overall though. I could see him holding your hand trying to comfort you while he is zoned out and staring at the wall. He'd be feeling random waves of anxiety the whole time you're in labor, once he realizes it, he will regain his composure quickly. Poor guy is just thinking of every possible outcome and is freaking out about it.

Bang Chan - Now I think Bang Chan would be a pretty solid partner to have with you in the delivery room. He'd hold your hand, help you with breathing, and even cut the umbilical cord. I feel like after the baby comes though he might experience a pretty serious adrenaline crash. We all know he isn't the best at sleeping as much as he should, this could catch up to him after the baby has arrived.

I.N - He's feeling too much joy and excitement to be freaking out. He's so excited to meet his future child, but he's also good at helping comfort his partner. He'd talk you through your contractions to help distract your mind from the pain as well as rub your arm.

Lee Know - He's a tough guy, at least good at looking like one. Honestly, I feel like he'd want to be pretty involved in the birth process. I could see him as the type to want to catch the baby once it comes out. He wants the first hands on his baby to be either you or him, not a doctor or nurse.

Seungmin - He acts super tough because he feels someone has to. He doesn't want to stress you out more than you already are so he just does literally everything you tell him. Even if he is freaking out on the inside he won't show it, he wants you to know you can count on him.

Least likely

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

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Jisung groaned quietly. His back was killing him, who knew hiding in a barrel was so bone-snappingly painful? 

He needed to execute this correctly. One wrong move and it’s all over. 

Earlier, Jisung had noticed a group of pirates near the dock, and watching greedily at the amount of gold and food they were stocking up on, he had the golden idea of sneaking onto their ship. 

With his luck, he’d be able to convince them he was a member of the crew already, and manage to make away with said gold and food. Pirates were supposed to be ugly, dumb brutes, weren’t they?

Jisung felt his barrel hit the ground with a rather painful thud, and after assuring that there was no one around, he popped out the top and crawled out, wincing when his back cracked from the movement. 

He just had to mingle with the crew. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? 

Hannie gasped as he heard two voices behind him. 

“Oh, and then he—” A boy with pretty puppy-like visuals paused right in the middle of his sentence, and Jisung had to bite his tongue before he dropped to his knees in front of the man. 

He immediately snatched back the comment he had thought about pirates being ugly and dumb. 

The boy next to the first one had a sharp jawline and narrowed eyes, which were currently looking him up and down. 

“Are you…the new crew member?” The first boy asked. 

“Um…yes.” Jisung replied, eyes widening. 

“Well, then come with us. We’re gonna go eat.” The second boy caught him around the wrist and dragged him down the stairs to a room. 

Instead of a bunch of smelly, unhygienic pirates Jisung had expected, he was suddenly face to face with a bunch of frankly, really handsome men. Well, that beats that stereotype at least. 

The man who Jisung assumed to be the captain stood up, smiling gently at him. “Ah, you must be the new member.” He walked over and took Jisung’s hand in his. The stowaway noticed how small the man's hand was. “I’m Minho, the captain of this ship.”

“I’m Jisung.” Jisung finally looked at the man’s face, and his breath was almost literally taken away from him. “Wow…you’re pretty.” He mumbled aloud. 

Minho grinned at him. “I can hear you, sweet thing.” 

Jisung felt blood rush to his face in astonishing quickness. “O-Oh, I'm sorry...It’s just—” 

“No, no, don't apologize, it's okay. But I do have to give you the proper welcome, so follow me, please.” 

“Ooof, new guy? Good luck, dude.” A boy with long, blonde hair shouted. 

Jisung felt his blood go cold. ‘What welcome? I don’t know how to do anything…’

After some walking, they entered a room in the underside of the deck. 

Minho sat him at the edge of an extravagant bed Jisung could only assume was his. His eyes widened in fright. 

Minho suddenly darted his arms towards the boy, and he flinched, throwing his hands over his face and breathing in heavily. 

Until he felt hands cup his cheeks. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.” Minho reasssured in a low voice. “Don’t be scared.”

Jisung felt bad. So bad. He had practically fallen in love with the captain of a ship he was never supposed to be on, just cause he couldn’t handle his greed. He had to fix this.

“Um…Captain?” Jisung looked up at him. 

“Call me Minho. You’re cute, so you get special privileges.” Minho smiled his cute smile and booped Jisung’s nose. 

“Minho…uh—Can I be honest? You won’t…hurt me?” Jisung stuttered. When the older nodded, he continued. “Um…I….snuck on here. Onto this ship…I never wanted to hurt you or anything, I swear!!” Jisung babbled on in a panic, frantically squeezing his own shirt hem. 

He felt a lump in his throat and everything felt overwhelming. Jisung didn’t know why he felt the need to please this man, he just needed to. 

Jisung heard the older tsk, and he suddenly began to sob, feeling as though he had disappointed him. 

Minho’s eyebrows furrowed, and he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. “Hey…hey, please don’t cry, darling. I’m not mad.” He cupped the younger’s cheeks again. 

“You…y-you aren’t?” Jisung looked up at him with watery eyes, pink lips in a small pout. Minho was startled at the sudden and frankly, very strong urge to kiss them until they were red and swollen. 

“No…no, but I still have to give you a proper welcome into our crew.” Minho decided his little welcome would be the best way to cheer the younger up. 

After instructing the boy to lay on his bed, Minho reassured Jisung that nothing would hurt before suddenly flopping on top of the boy and grabbing his arms, to which Jisung screamed and thrashed underneath the older. 

Minho rolled his eyes. Jisung was still convinced he was gonna hurt him. Luckily, Jisung was small, small enough that he was easily able to overpower him and slip his hands through the metal fastening on top of his headboard and tighten it. 

Jisung yelled when Minho managed to stick one foot into bottom strap, and he gave up when the other went in on the other side, knowing he couldn’t escape. 

Jisung whimpered when the older slid a leg around his hip, sitting comfortably on his lower belly. The weight was comfortable. 

Min reached down and suddenly…pulled Jisung’s shirt up? 

“H-Hey, what are you gonna—AH!!” He squealed when a finger dipped in his belly button for a second. 

“You’ll see.” Minho smirked, scribbling a hand up Jisung’s very stretched out side. 

Jisung squeaked and tried to angle away from the hand, even though he knew he was completely immobile. His eyes widened in horror. ‘No, he wouldn’t.’

‘Would he?’

Minho, meanwhile popped a bottle of baby oil, pouring some right into Jisung’s belly button and watching him flinch, and spreading more along the boy’s sides. 

Fingers gently traced along his sides, and Jisung threw his head back, a high-pitched whimper escaping him before he sealed his lips. 

“Hmmm…you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Minho mused, moving towards the center of Jisung’s belly and watching the corner of his lips upturn slightly. 

“Mmmhmhm…” Was the response the older recieved. 

“Oh?” Minho noticed a tiny smile on the Jisung’s face, eyes squeezed shut. He looked adorable. “Is the tickling too much? Is the lil baby about to break?~” He teased in a baby voice, clawing up and down Hannie’s sides in the most gentle movements. 

Jisung let out a strangled noise at the change in ministrations, twisting side to side and kicking his legs frantically behind Minho. 

“I know you’re ticklish, just break already and let’s make it enjoyable for the both of us.” Minho groaned. 

Jisung stubbornly shook his head, impressed with himself at how long he was holding out. 

“Let’s try and get some laughter, yeah?” And a finger was swirling on the outer rim of his belly button. 

Jisung snapped his eyes open with a loud squeal just as it went into the sensitive button, twisting as loud cackles rang around the room. “NOOHOHOHOO!!” He shrieked. 

“Awe, finally! Your laugh is adorable~” Minho smiled fondly at the squirming boy. 

Jisung tensed and pulled at his restraints, desperately bucking away from the finger but failing. “YOUHU CAHAHAHANT!! Please please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung screamed, the fingers slipping up his shirt and finding the skin of his underarms. 

“Nonono…I said you can call me Minho. Didn’t you listen?” 

Jisung shook his head desperately, kicking out behind the older. 

“No?” Minho frowned, moving his hands back to Hannie’s lower belly. 

“AGH!!” Minho flinched. 

“StahahaaaHAHAAAHAHAAA!!” Jisung dissolved into more messy laughter.

“Awhhh, the little baby can’t handle it?” Minho cooed, and Jisung hated the way his face burned a bright red. 

“Shuhuhut AHAAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed, tugging at Minho’s restraints. 

“How informal, don’t you think?” Minho mused, grinning evilly as he undid the rest of Jisung’s cloak buttons. 

“Noho…no….please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung cried when more oil was spread along his armpits. 

Minho tsked. “I said, call. Me. Minho.” 

Fingers scribbled everywhere, over Jisung’s armpits, along his rib cage, his belly and sides. 

The room exploded into sound, boisterous squeals and cute squeaks, along with the loudest begging in between laughter that Minho had ever heard. 

“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! MIHINHO PLEASE NOHO—!!” Jisung arched his back. It was unbearable, too much. 

“You’re so ticklish, it’s actually insane.” Minho hummed. “So, you wondered onto here, but now I’m gonna ask you something.” He casually asked, fingers only continuing their torturous movements that seemed to have Han in stitches. 

“OKAAAHAHAHAY!!”

“Will you stay with me? With us?” Minho paused. 

Jisung caught his breath, eyes sparkling with tears. “Wha…Whahat??” 

“Please?” 

Jisung shook his head. “wahait…I cahahant—STAHAHAHAAAAHAHA!!” He tensed with a scream when the cruel tickling only continued. 

“Hmmm…I’m gonna have to break you some other way…” Minho reached his hand back and squeezed around Han’s thigh with one hand, reveling in the howl of laughter poor Jisung let out. “Bad spot?”

He continued tickling with one hand, reaching into his bedside drawer with the other and pulling a hook out. 

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight. The end was…dull. 

“Everyone I’ve tried this on have broken immediately, and I’m sure you’ll break too.” Minho slipped it onto his hand. “Every pirate needs their hook, hm?” 

He dangled it righttt over Jisung’s belly button, and the younger’s eyes widened when he realized what the captain had in mind. 

“Wait-wait-wait…Minho please…please don’t. I really can’t take anything in there!” Jisung sucked his tummy away from the tool, anticipation welling up in his stomach. “I’ll seriously die! Nono—NO!!”

Minho dipped it into the button, scratching around with the blunt tip as poor Jisung fell apart completely, emitting a high pitched wail before descending into loud, screechy cackles, tears spilled down his cheeks, and Minho smiled fondly at him. 

“All it took was a little tiny tip to make you lose~” 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASSEEE!! MIHIHIHINHOOOO!! I CAHAHAAHANT TAKE ITT!! AGH—STOP MOHOHOVING!!” Jisung pleaded, muscles tending rapidly as he frantically screamed. 

“Nowww…will you stay or do I have to use this on your ribs too?” 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IHIHIHILL STAHAHAHAY!! I PROHOHOMISEE!!” Jisung was plunged into silent laughter. Minho slowly let up. 

“Fine, fine. Poor baby.” Minho cooed, unbuckling the restraints and wiping the boy’s hot tears. 

Jisung preened at the attention, sighing contentedly when a small kiss was placed to his nose. 

“We’ll set up your room and stuff later, right now, just…stay with me?” Minho gave him a hopeful expression. 

“Okay…Will I be safe here?” Jisung asked with a small worried expression. 

“I’ll protect you with my life. After all, that’s my duty as your captain.“

[v--143]

Day 6- Chase

[Lee! Han]

[Ler! IN]

“Where is it?” IN yelled at the members in the living room.

“May we was what ‘it’ is” Seungmin said mockingly.

“You know! My hoodie, literally the one I always wear” IN replied (dramatically).

“I haven’t seen it” Hyunjin said, head in Chan’s lap.

“I haven’t either”

“Not me”

“Dang it” IN whispered as he continued to look around. That was, until.. Hanji walked into the room.

“What’s up my mammals” Han imitated Sid the sloth with the audio blasting. He was in one of those moods today.

“HANNI” IN screamed as he stomped over to Han who was on the other side of the room.

“What?!” Han shouted as he shuffled away from the younger, “What’s wro-! Oohhhh..”

“‘Ohhh’ yeah you’re wearing my hoodie! Where’d you find it?! Why are you wearing it.”

“Washing machine, it was warm” Han said, smiling.

“Give it back” IN said while walking closer to Han. He just continued to take steps back.

“Now” IN emphasized.

That was when Han ran out the room.

All the members burst out laughing, some of them yelling “run Han!!” or “go him Ayen!”. A bunch of instigators (<3).

Naturally, IN began chasing Han and was actually not that far off from catching the crazed quokka.

“I’m sorhorry!! Leave me ALONE!!” Han screamed as he ran through hallways and jumped over furniture. They were both laughing, Han more out of nervousness as he hugged IN’s hoodie to himself as he ran. This didn’t last long though as IN suddenly wrapped his arms around the older and held him in place

“Let me go!!” Han yelled as he writhed from side to side.

“Give me my hoodie back!” IN yelled back as he, still hugging Han around his waist, dug his fingers into his sides.

“Hehahaehey!! HEY! Ayehen stOHOP!” Han shrieked as he began to jump as much as he could while wiggling in IN’s arms. The little movements of IN’s fingers across his sensitive sides and ribs were bad.

“You should’ve given it back when I gave you the chance idiot!” IN said lovingly and entirely too close to Han’s ear and neck. He squealed away from IN as he laughed out.

IN soon stuck his hands into the hoodie pockets, which IN knew had a super thin layer separating them from the skin.

“NOAHA HAHA” Han yelled as IN tickled him crazy from inside the pockets. His knees folded and he began to fall to the floor.

“Plehehase!!!” Han begged as he curled up on the floor in an attempt to make IN’s hands move slower.

“Fine, I’ll take it off if you myself” IN said. And so he dug his cold hands under the hoodie.

“AAHA HAHA HAHA” Han yelled out as IN went crazy on his torso. Han quickly got back up and began shuffling around weirdly, trying to run to one side of the room and then directing his body another way to get away from IN’s fingers.

“STOHOAHAP!”

“Give it BAHACK!” IN retaliated.

“Fihine!!! Take it O- OHAHAFF TAKE IT off MEHE!” Han yelled through loud laughs.

IN began to pull the hoodie off of Han by tugging the hood up… until it got stuck right at the point where Han’s arms were shot in the air.

“IN.” Han said sternly.

“Mhm” IN giggled.

“No. Take it off” Han couldn’t even see at this point as the hoodie went from his neck to his arms only.

IN poked his stomach and stepped back, Han flailing around. He couldn’t run because… well… he couldn’t see.

He poked him again.

And again.

And again and again until Han was a puddle on the ground with nowhere to go except curl up into himself.

IN eventually let up and took the hoodie off the older, making sure to tell him to wash it again and not put it on once it was done drying.

But of course… Han didn’t listen.

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Popipopipo pipo

I cannot believe day 6 is on day 11 my bad y’all just pretend I’m on schedule 🙍🏻‍♀️

[hearted-anon]

Oh my gosh I just really need a lee 3Racha fic 🫠

Mashup! Tickletober Day 25 and 30: Weak and Reverse

Words: 2,048 Note: what is this picture where when why T/w: Angst, Pinning, Restraints, Soft and rough

Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya-apollos-kid @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one Lee(s): Channie, Changbin, Jisung Ler(s): Channie, Changbin, Jisung

Changbin and Jisung sneakily schemed behind Chan, whispering unintelligible words to each other while Chan guided Seungmin on how to sing his part in an upcoming song, completely oblivious to the evil plans the duo had for him. Seungmin shook his head when he took notice of the smirks on their faces, strikingly familiar to the one Hyunjin had, that bright smile, how amazing and charming he looked whenever he smiled- Seungmin swallowed as he ridded the thoughts in his head, able to get back on track to training his vocals, clearing his throat obnoxiously loudly when Chan questioned the red blush on his cheeks; telling him it was nothing more than a quiet voice crack that he picked up. Thank heavens that the leader actually believed it wholeheartedly.

"1…2…3!" Jisung screamed the moment Seungmin left the studio rather hurriedly to visit a certain ferret, tumbling onto the Aussie who yelped in surprise from the unexpected gesture. A play fight between the three broke out on the soft carpet of the studio, a few staff walking by to check on the loud commotion turning away with small grins on their faces at the heart-warming sight. After a while of trying to gain the upper hand, Changbin and Jisung eventually managed to get the tables reversed on their dear leader, who would usually pin them both down with ease; he must've been worn out after being the only actual working one in the studio for once.

"W-What's gotten into you guys?!" Chan exclaimed, thrashing around in the duo's grip to no avail of escaping. However, even when the thunderous voice sent a shiver down their spine, neither of them dared to speak up of their plans, only flashing cheeky beaming grins at each other before their fingers descended onto the eldest's sides, squeezing the soft skin rapidly. Poor Chan squealed in surprise, tossing his head back in boisterous cackles as his feet kicked in desperation. Genuinely, what had gotten into them?!

"PLEHEHEHEASE! WHAHAHAT DID I DOHO?" Chan pleaded to no one, seeing how no one at all was replying to him, only able to hear his boisterous cackles as he struggled. It felt like a bad dream completely, and no matter how much he struggled, pulled and begged nothing was working, it felt as if he was succumbing to the sensations of a force that wouldn't stop, crying and pleading for freedom as he grew weaker… weaker…. and weaker.

"Hey hey! He's waking up!" Jisung yelled, a panicking Changbin immediately rushing over with a cloth and warm water. Chan blinked rapidly, finding himself back between the two producers, but this time in his own bed. The middle aged of the trio brought up a cloth, rubbing at the Aussie's cheeks as Han came to explain that Chris had awoken them both screaming and crying over nothing, assuming it was a horrible nightmare. Unable to believe his eyes, the eldest only sobbed more, the younger duo patting his back tenderly and reassuring him that nothing like that was going to happen here.

After a while of cuddling in silence, Chan gently tugged at both of their wrists, startling both of them as they woke up from dozing off. Staring at the leader in confusion, they both only chuckled softly when they witnessed the leader's face redden even more, placing their fingers on his body slowly and carefully, as if he was made out of glass that was ready to crack. It was painfully obvious what Chan wanted, and seeing how weak he was in the current state he was in, who was 2RACHA to resist such a baby face like that?

"Ehehehe! T-That tickles!" Chan squeaked when nails traced over his abs, poking each pack slowly while Jisung counted them teasingly into his ear, blowing a gust of wind into the area on purpose to hear the cutest snort emit from the middle of the snuggle pile. Meanwhile, Changbin simply scratched under his chin like an owner would with their puppy, whispering tiny reassurances in the elder's ears that made his heart completely melt from how sweet it was. In no time, his cheeks were a bright red, squealing when Changbin came to place a kiss onto the tip of his large nose, admiring how adorable the leader looked when the blush spread to his ears from the action.

"Our dear leader now so weak under us hm? What a cutie…" Jisung cooed, his other hand squeezing and pinching the leader's cheek affectionately, snickering when he whined and pawed at his hand fruitlessly. Changbin tutted in disbelief at how mean Jisung was being to their poor eldest, taking some sympathy and ruffling the youngest's hair, who squealed and batted his hands away in response. Ah, the leader never felt more at home with the trio, his giggles sounding more genuine the more the two-play fought above him, not even focusing on the tingling sensations on his stomach or his neck anymore.

"Hey! But I complimented him at the end!" Jisung retorted with a pout, gently scratching at the eldest's stomach in an attempt to keep his eyes off the embarrassing fight they were having, and as weak as he was, it of course didn't work.

"But what you said was still mean! He is weak, and we must help our Hyung!" Changbin huffed, shaking his head in disbelief before the quokka pounced onto him, leaving the leader to catch up on his own breath, eyes widening as they tumbled over one another, babbling on about their own beliefs. Despite feeling like his muscles were going to break, he knew he needed some sweet, sweet revenge, but for now, he'd watch over them, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"H-Hey, where did Chan Hyung go?" Jisung muttered after a long while of fighting Changbin and his playful punches, having suffered a few to his stomach and a few to his ribs which made him tumble back with a few giggles of his own. At the sudden question, Changbin's head too peeked up, seeing that the Aussie that they had originally tired out was nowhere to be seen on his bed, a spike of worry running through them. After helping each other up, they both began looking for Chan anxiously, going so far as to open his clothes cupboard and assuming he was there, Jisung somehow managed to sulk when he didn't see their precious wolf inside.

"Looking for me?" 2RACHA both let out an ear shattering scream, almost akin to an anime girl when the familiar voice came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders with a warm, yet cunning smile. Dragging them over to his bed once more with a little more force than normal, the duo giggled anxiously when their arms were pinned high above their head with a sweater that the eldest was originally wearing, now adorning himself in a tank top and curls that were styled strikingly similar to the dwaekki, an exact copy if you let Jisung call it.

"W-What's going on?!" Jisung sputtered nervously, squealing when his shirt was slowly lifted up, the leader making sure to trace the bare skin that was being exposed on the way up to increase the anticipation all the more.

"H-Hyuhuhung…m-mercy plehehease.." Changbin babbled when his shirt was not spared from the same treatment either, Chan cooing at how cute the duo looked struggling under him, trying not to let the sadistic burst of happiness take over him too much, but how could he not after seeing how cute they were; and with Changbin already giggling before he got started melted his heart completely.

"Well…since in my nightmare you guys so called bullied me, nothing like a good old role reversal to remind you who your leader is~" Chan shrugged, as if it wasn't an excuse to just tickle the absolute wits out of 2RACHA just because he had an energy spike seeing them 'fight' on the floor, having a mischievous mood of his own growing seeing how just his fingers wiggling above the younger duo got them giggling like absolute idiots was hypnotising him just to wreck them already, like a ghost whispering into his ear to do whatever he wanted. For once, he gave into those desires with a cheshire grin.

"B-But we didn't do anything- HYUHAHAHA!" Han was the first of the two to get his definitely fair share of punishment, recalling his little comment on how 'weak' the leader is, oh he'll show Jisung weak. Shoving his hands underneath the cotton shirt, his fingers wreaked havoc onto his underarms, vibrating them just in the middle enough to pull screams and incoherent babbles from below him. Ignoring the cackles for mercy, he shoved a finger right into his belly button, exposed right in the flesh and wiggling, digging or swirling the singular digit it, driving Han bonkers as he cried in hysterics.

"I'M SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEASE IT'S TOHOHORTURE!" Jisung cried, arching his back weakly, pulling at the sweater above his head in a futile attempt to get away, all the while Chan was grinning above him, fueling his desire for more and more.

"Hmm…I'm not sure if I forgive you yet, you look a little cute like this anyway," Chan mocked, despite the way his eyes were scrutinising every little reaction the quokka gave to see if he was truly tapping out talked otherwise about whether he truly forgave them. Continuing the torture for a little while longer and relishing in the booming laughter that emitted from his bedroom, he let the quokka off the hook, not without a big, purposefully slimy kiss that made Jisung playfully gag through his heavy panting, yelling retorts just as fingers wiggled in his direction when he wiped off said smooch.

"Your turn~ You're going to get it, for…I don't know." Chan enthusiastically cheered, making his way over to the dwaekki, who squeaked meekly when he saw the leader towering over him with a proud smile. In advance, Han had already begun to strike, wiggling his fingers onto the producer's belly. Changbin shook his head with breathless giggles, trying to undo the bond on his wrists, but it felt as if it was made of metal. And with knowing the quokka was hungry for revenge with the leader, it wasn't going to end well; a role reversal with two against one, despite being one of the strongest members was never fair. If anything, it made him feel so much weaker.

"Wahahait wait wait- GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!" Changbin yelled while another pair of hands scribbled over his waistline, throwing his head back in hysterics. The duo above him just smiled fondly at each other, seeing how blissful his expression looked below them, even if his face looked like a dynamite that was ready to blow up.

"I-I'M GOHOHOHONNA DIE!" Changbin begged, howling when he felt a pair of lips buzzing against his stomach, Chan inhaling a deep breath before blowing as hard as he could onto the outstretched stomach, Jisung sighing and pressing his fingers into the hollows of Changbin's hips, pulling a glass breaking wail from the middle aged of the three, which led to the duo pulling their fingers away for a moment, planning a grand finale. Once poor Binnie had caught his breath, 2RACHA placed their lips on either side of his stomach, letting his wrists go tenderly and proceeding to blow a long raspberry on either side of his waist.

"NOHO MORE! PLEHEHEASE MERCY!" Changbin practically screamed with the last of his breath, tears of mirth streaming down his face, hands unable to even nudge at the duo's heads, both Chan and Jisung letting up with faces of endearment when they saw how out of breath the rapper looked, completely weak and susceptible to their fingers. As tempting as it was, they both let up, snuggling him close, Chan placing a kiss next to his lips and drying his tears while Jisung rubbed his waist, enjoying how the plush skin felt under his skin.

Soon, 3RACHA found themselves simultaneously snoring in the leader's bed, and although their weaknesses were always exposed out in the open for each other, they always knew how to reverse the roles in the blink of an eye, nightmares and revenge aside.

[hearts444innie]

Jisung lee/ler head-cannons

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Lee:

♡︎- is pretty much ticklish everywhere but there’s still a few spots that get him good.

♡︎-has cute snickers and giggles filling the room 😭.

♡︎- his waist being his death spot any touch there and he will be screaming oml raspberries on his waist is a must.

♡︎- says stop but secretly enjoys it,loving the attention.

♡︎-loves ticklish kisses>>>

♡︎-prefers soft tickling rather than rough (*^‿^*)

Ler:

♥︎- soft with his lee making sure not to go too rough on them :)

♥︎- likes to give ticklish nibbles making “nom nom” noises

♥︎- loves teasing his lee on how cute their laugh is

♥︎-likes using tools feathers, brushes just anything to get his lee laughing

♥︎- rewards his lees with snacks afterwards (^ヮ^)

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this was supposed to be up 6 days ago but I had relationship problems so oof 💀