#ler!suga

Café Latte

Lee: Y/N

Ler: Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung

You’re in a really bad creative block, and Yoongi and Taehyung can’t see you like that

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Ships: none

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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You bit down hard on the end of your pencil. At that moment, your mind felt completely empty. No ideas came to you, no hope, not even a single thought. Well… actually, plenty of thoughts came to you, but none worth writing down. I don’t want to put the horrible things you were thinking about yourself here.

The paper on the desk in front of you remained blank, except for the parts where you had tried to erase something but hadn’t managed to completely, leaving gray graphite smudges behind that matched your feelings—completely gray.

Your job was just this. You were a visual artist and were preparing to produce a comic book! It was your dream! You would be working alongside a writer you admired and had already been hired, so all you had to do was start working!

If only it were that easy. You couldn’t control when creative blocks would hit, and the one you were having right now was absolutely destroying your mental state.

You banged your head against the desk, biting the pencil again. The page remained blank, now only decorated with a few small stains caused by your tears.

On the other side of your bedroom door, Taehyung pressed his ear against it while Yoongi leaned against the wall beside him.

“No music… she wouldn’t stay without listening to music,” the younger one sighed, crouching down, a weight in his heart just imagining what might be happening to you.

“She must be going through something,” Suga gently stroked his friend’s hair to keep him from getting too nervous. “Let’s go in, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out.”

Three soft knocks sounded on the door, and without you saying anything, it opened, revealing a worried Taehyung and Yoongi.

“Y/N/N, are you— ah—” Suga began, but his expression darkened even more when he saw the amount of tears escaping your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes were wide as if you were frightened. You were having an anxiety attack.

“Hey!” V hurried to your chair and gently picked you up. You were shorter than him, and he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You hugged him tightly, your crying now muffled against his shoulder.

Taehyung exchanged an extremely worried glance with Yoongi, who frowned and gently rubbed your back.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay now, we’re here.”

V sat down on the bed, still holding you in his lap, and Suga sat in front of both of you, taking your hand and gently stroking it, knowing it would help calm you.

“I-I c-can’t!” You buried your red face even deeper into the singer, who lovingly stroked your hair.

“What can’t you do, Y/N?” Taehyung asked.

“I-I c-c-can’t draw— w-what I— w-what—” Your hands shook, your tongue felt numb, and you forgot how to speak.

“Shhh, shhh, no— you don’t have to force it like that.” Yoongi stopped you when you started stuttering too much. He looked at Tae, silently asking for help, for an idea…

“What if we sing a song for you? How about that?” V moved a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead. “We know your favorite song of ours, don’t we?”

“Coffee, huh?” Suga smiled slightly. “It’s nice to remember that one… how did it go again, Tae?”

The singer smiled and started singing:

(Translation) “Baby, baby, you are caramel macchiato

Still, your scent is sweet on my lips

Baby, baby, tonight

Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte

Do you remember that cozy feeling?

Baby, baby, tonight”

Taehyung sang the chorus with his angelic voice, filling your ears and seeming to soothe your soul.

“And now… Yoongi-hyung!”

You couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at V’s enthusiasm and Suga’s slight embarrassment.

“Baby, tonight, sleep well tonight

Just the awkward flow between us

The first text and first call that flowed

The first meeting we anticipated, but why am I only

Biting my nails

Was it because of tension or nervousness

As time passed, naturally we signed

Not lovers, not lovers, with those words every day

We confirmed each other and engraved it in our hearts

Our first meeting was like caramel macchiato

Sweet wherever we went together

The desire to go anywhere together also faded over time

Like espresso, I had to let go

Uh, it hurts for no reason, uh, we were really good

Parting is a bitter Americano

Memories still go to that café”

Yoongi performed his rap slowly, gently, just the way you liked it, filling your ears and calming you even more.

“And what about you now, Y/N/N? Sing for us.” V smiled, gently squeezing your nose when you uncovered your face and looked at him.

“B-Baby, b-baby, you are c-c-caramel macchiato

S-Still, your scent is s-sweet on my lips

Baby, b-baby, t-tonight

B-Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte

Do you remember that cozy feeling?

Baby, baby, tonight”

You smiled slightly, the notes leaving your mouth carrying away your bad feelings, all flying far away—exactly what the two men wanted them to do, go far away from you.

“Very good, your voice is beautiful, Y/N/N,” Suga said, placing a light kiss on your hand. “How do you feel?”

“Calmer.”

You were still crying a little, but a small smile had taken the place of your frown.

“That’s good~” V smiled. “Do you want to tell us what happened?”

You sighed, feeling the urge to start crying uncontrollably again just from thinking about your creative block, but you tried to focus on Tae’s hand stroking your hair and Yoongi’s light kisses on your hand.

“I’m having a horrible creative block,” you explained. “I can’t draw at all. Nothing.”

“Ah, that’s really awful, I know how that feels…” Suga sighed.

“You do?” you and V, who wasn’t artistic enough to get creative blocks, asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yeah, it happens to me when I have a really tight deadline to deliver a song. It’s like all the ideas disappear from my head and I become completely empty…”

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck slightly. It was a bad feeling for him too, and remembering it didn’t make him very comfortable.

“So am I like this because of the deadline?” you asked, squeezing the older man’s hand back to comfort him too, feeling bad about his discomfort.

“When do you have to turn it in?” Taehyung asked.

“In October.”

“In October?!” both men exclaimed at the same time. It was still April…

“Are you crazy, Y/N? The deadline is six months away and you’re like this?” V exclaimed, poking your stomach to scold you while you started laughing like a child at his exaggerated reactions. “You. Do. Not. Need. To. Be. Nervous!” He emphasized each word with a poke.

“It’s nohohohot my fahahault!”

“You’re worrying too much again, huh?” Yoongi smiled. “I think she deserves a punishment, don’t you, Tae?” He wiggled his fingers, slowly bringing them closer to his victim—namely, you.

“I completely agree~”

“N-Nohohohohoho!”

The younger man threw you onto the bed. He didn’t pin your arms down or sit on top of you. The two of them knew perfectly well that you would love this and wouldn’t try to escape anytime soon.

“Oh~ Y/N/N, you’re already laughing?” V laughed. You tried to cover your mouth, but your giggles kept slipping through your fingers.

“Plehehehease!”

“I think she really wants this~” the hyung teased, using one of his hands to finally squeeze your left side while the other gently stroked your ear.

Taehyung, who was sitting opposite the rapper, used one hand to scribble across your stomach while the other went straight for your lower ribs, squeezing quickly.

“Nahahahahahahao! Ahahahahaha! Ihihihihi’m feheheheeling behehehettheheheher!!”

“Hmmm, do you think so, hyung?”

“Definitely not. Look how she’s still crying.”

Suga was referring to the little tears caused by your laughter, and once again you found yourself with no way out.

“Then I think that to stop crying… she needs to laugh more!” V, without warning or asking permission, raised both hands and dug them into your ribs on both sides of your body.

You let out a scream that surely woke up all the neighbors, but it wasn’t your fault! It was Yoongi’s, because he started squeezing the insides of your thighs too! Your two weakest spots!

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASEHE!”

“Does it tickle, Y/N/N? Oh~ what a shame. I guess you’ll have to endure it a little longer, huh?~”

“I think she infected me with all her sadness, Tae! I’ll have to blow my nose…” Suga slowly lifted your shirt.

“NAHAHAHAO! YOHOHOHONGIHI-HYHUHUHUNG- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The older man blew the biggest raspberry he could on your stomach, but that didn’t stop him from squeezing your thighs, because he didn’t stop!

“I want to blow my nose somewhere too, hm… what do you think about your neck, Y/N?” V grinned mischievously, burying his head between your shoulder and neck so you couldn’t protect yourself and covering you with kisses and raspberries, the kind that always made you laugh the hardest.

His hands obviously didn’t stop either, his fingers poking every space between your upper ribs before darting down to the lower ones, repeating the cycle endlessly.

“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE! TAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”

“You’re so cute~ I could listen to you laugh all day, couldn’t you, Yoongi-hyung?”

“Definitely, Taehyung.” The older man smiled. He was happy to see you laughing like this and proud that the two of them had managed to make you feel better. “She’s had enough.”

The four hands and two mouths that had been making you laugh stopped, leaving behind only the pleasant tingling sensation that always lingered afterward.

Taehyung pulled you back into his lap, and Yoongi sat back down in front of the two of you, in the same position as when everything had started.

“Are you okay?” the singer asked.

“Yes,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“That’s great. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Y/N/N. You’re human. There are many things you still won’t be able to do, but I’m sure you’ll overcome this, and we’ll be here with you.” Suga smiled, brushing a messy strand of hair away from your face.

“Thank you so much, hyungs.”

“You’re so cute!” V squeezed you in his arms, making both you and Yoongi laugh again.

As long as you were with them, you felt like you could do anything.

“How about we get something to drink?” the older one suggested. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“Well… all that singing made me want a latte…”

“Let’s go to a café!” The younger man stood up, pulling you by the arm while you laughed without any sign of stopping.

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Sugawara x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 06. "Could you... do that to me?" Requested by @carrie-tate for my 1K Followers Event 🌻

Dating Sugawara was quite something. You only met him after he graduated from Karasuno High School, but from regular reunions and hangouts with his friends from his volleyball days, you knew he was the friendly senpai back then.

"Sehehenpai noooo! Gaaaahh!" You watched how the lively Hinata Shouyou ran around the park, chased by Suga who eventually caught him around his middle. Pulling him down in the grass, he then started to tickle Hinata mercilessly.

"Woah...." you mumbled, watching them. You weren't together that long yet and there were many things to discover. Still, seeing him behave like a tickle monster was something you never could've imagined. To you, he was more the gentle massage-type of guy.

DAY 25: Gang

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hi!! I'm still alive... after more than a month of inactivity... 😓 Sorry for not posting my content for a while, after I was done with my entry test and tasted a bit of freedom, I realized how burnt-out I truly was. I took a break from literally everything and hung out with my friends and family since I spent the whole summer studying for a thing or another 😅 Anyway, back to the important stuff, this fic was a request... that I took way too long to write... again... (PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE) but I found it really interesting and I related a lot to the scenario, which is why it came out a bit more personal than I wanted. But at the same time I liked it the way it was so I decided to post it like this. Spero vi piaccia 💚🤍❤️ (I hope you enjoy it) Suggestions and support are always appreciated ^_^

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"That's it for today, guys" Ukai's loud voice echoed throughout the gym "Make sure to stretch properly, clean up, and then go home and get some rest!" He said before leaving, knowing he had to prepare some meat buns. Everything went as usual, but a little detail made that day different. It was the third-years' last training.

Daichi almost couldn't believe it was really happening. Three years had already passed and he was about to leave his volleyball team. And as chaotic as said team was, he didn't like the idea at all. He just felt like it wasn't the right time.

Sure, Ennoshita was more than ready to become captain, but were Tanaka and Noya ready to become less... hurricane-like? Was Yamaguchi going to find his self-confidence? What about Tsukki? Would he find it in himself to open up to the others? To not talk about Hinata and Kageyama's constant bickering...

There was still so much he could help everyone with, even if he was just supporting them or giving a fatherly advice. But he had to admit to himself that they were going to manage without him, his team was full of capable and motivated guys, they were more than capable of overcoming any kind of hardship. He also had to admit to himself that the one who wasn't ready to that kind of change was him.

I. Freaking. Loved this prompt. I legit got kinda emotional writing it towards the end and it was just soooo much fun to write!!! Thanks so much for sending it in @danibby! I love you and happy platonic Valentine's day! ❤️

Through Thick and Thin

Switches: Karasuno Third Years

"What's so weird about it? We're friends aren't we? Friends love each other too!"

Asahi and Daichi both chuckled at the level of passion in Suga's statement, the setter having gotten a bit fired up after the two of them had started joking about how strange it was for three senior guys in highschool to be spending Valentine's day having a guy's game night of all things.

The three of them were currently huddled together on the floor of Suga's living room together, playing video games as they had done atleast once a month, every month ever since their first year.

Things had been pretty peaceful for a while, a comfortable silence having settled itself around the three friends as they all just enjoyed each other's company.

Well, up until now, that is.

"Hey, there's no need to get all worked up about it man, we were just joking you know." Asahi, ever the peacemaker, tried to reason, trying to keep from laughing outright when Suga puffed his cheeks out poutily. Daichi didn't show nearly as much self control and received a rather painful looking slug to the arm for his lack of tact.

God, he may act like a mom when he was around the first and second years but he could sure be childish when it was just the three of them.

"Yeah, well, it's not funny! You guys better not ditch me if you start dating or else."

Daichi grinned at that, letting his rarely shown mischievous side shine through now that he wasn't in his captain mode. "Or else what?" He challenged, a note of playfulness in his voice.

Suga's eyes snapped over to his, and they held each other's gazes evenly for about a minute before Suga returned the mischievous grin.

Then he lunged, and there was complete and utter chaos after that.

Daichi, having long since become used to his friend's ambushes over the years, leapt up and ran around to put the couch between him and the setter, cackling when the other crashed face first into the blanket covered floor when his target was no longer there.

Suga, justifiably enraged by this, scrambled up to chase after him, only to faceplant a second time when he tripped over one of Asahi's legs, sending Daichi into even further hysterics.

His mirth ended up being his demise though, as he couldn't seem to contain his giggles long enough to make a break for it when Suga advanced on him on hands and knees. He made quick work of pulling Daichi's legs out from under him, and straddled him the second he was on the floor.

"Ha! This is what you get for laughing at me!"

"Hey what the- Ack! Kohohoushi!! Cuhuhuhut that out!! Gehehehet off!! Hehehey!!"

Daichi fell into a whole new fit of cackles, completely unrelated to his friend's embarrassing lack of reflexes and balance this time as his friend skillfully squeezed up and down his sides. He tried to shove the other teen off, but once Suga had you down and laughing it was pretty difficult to break away from him.

"Not until you apologize for being a jerk! Oh, and you have to promise you're not gonna ditch Asahi and I for some pretty girl down the road! You better still come to our monthly sleepovers! Asahi's already promised to make the trip from all the way from Tokyo for it when he graduates, so you better not be thinking you can get away with skipping it either! Got it?!"

Good Lord, Suga really did sound like a nagging mother sometimes. Nonetheless, Daichi nodded along with him through his laughter as he clung to the other's wrists tightly.

"Okayokahhahay I get ihihit!! I'm sohohohohohorry!! Now lehehehet go!" Suga did exactly that, a victorious smirk on his face as he leaned up with his arms crossed.

"Hmph! Maybe now you'll think twice before deciding to get smart with m- EEEEE!!!"

While Suga was busy with the beginning of his lecture, Daichi used his moment of distraction to sit up and stuff his hands into his friend's underarms, causing him to clamp his arms down with a shriek as he toppled off of him.

"Wait! Wait! DAHAHAHAICHI NOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THERE!"

Asahi watched, half amused and half exasperated, as his two friends wrestled on the floor, both of them laughing themselves breathless and having the time of their lives.

It wasn't long before he too was dragged into the fun as well, the two former wrestling opponents seemingly have made some sort of unspoken truce as they tag teamed him.

And as he lay there laughing and goofing off with his two friends, having tickle fights and throwing pillows at eachother, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that no matter what happened after graduation, he would always do his best to preserve these friendships.

Hi :D this is my fic for @fanfic-chan in @ticklygiggles squealing Santa :P this is the first time I’ve ever wrote a fic and I wanted to give it a shot and I had a lot of fun writing it (also thanks to @giggly-squiggily for helping me cause trust me this wouldve been absolute doo doo without her help trust me😟) anyways enjoy hopefully you like it :DDD

Summary: idrk how to best describe but hinata is nervous about karasunos upcoming game against shiratowiza and to distract himself he’s more hyper than normal but suga notices and gets asahi and Daichi to help hinata calm down :D

It was late after practice the boys just finished and we’re extremely tired from the drills coach put them through after all they did have a game with shiratowiza coming soon. However a certain person just didn’t want to rest and was still jumping around asking for more to do and more time to practice, who may this be you may ask? Well no other than Hinata mf Shoyo, and as usual Hinata wanted to stay even longer to practice. Now most of the boys have already left home except for Hinata and the three 3rd years who were just cleaning up the gym ready to go home themselves. “Suga-San please just 5 more minutessss” Hinata begged. “I’d love to but im really tired aren’t you?” The tired gray haired boy who honestly lives up to his appearance with that gray hair being all stressed anyways I'm off topic asked. “NOPE I have so much energy left I can spike 2000 balls right now!” Hinata exclaimed. Suga looked at him in shock “how the hell this kid got so much energy?” He thought. Though as suga watched hinata running about practice he noticed something in him, almost something more tense and worried. Worried about his friend, Suga went up to Asahi and Daichi to get their thoughts. “You have a point as energetic as he is he did seem more what’s the word…anxious today” Daichi said. “You think it’s cause of the game coming soon?” “Well of course it'd have to be asahi there’s no other explanation” Suga stated. “How do we get him to calm down though I understand being nervous but this is a whole new level” Daichi asked while watching Hinata literally bouncing off the walls. “Hmm…OH I GOT IT!” Suga exclaimed. “Ok so here’s what we do” Suga said as he explain his plan to the others. The others agreed and devised their plan. “Hey Hinata can you come here for a second?” “Yeah what’s up suga-San?” Hinata perked. “Just wanted to see how your doing are you nervous for the game coming it’s ok to talk to us we’re your friends for a reason” Suga said calmly. “What? Me? Nervous? Nahhhh totally not I’m perfectly fine see?” Hinata said not wanting to worry his friends. “…yeah no that’s a lie. Asahi grab him.” “Wait wha- AY HUH WHATS GOING ON WHY AM I UP IN THE AIR?!” Hinata exclaimed. “Oh sorry hinata.” Asahi said worried as he lowered him down a lil. “Your really bad at lying you know that?” Suga quipped. “Ayy that’s me-EAHEAHAEHAEN” Hinata laughed as suga started to tweak at his ribs. “Just relax idk what you're being so loud about hinata” Suga teased as he moved down to his sides” “HEHEHEHHEHEEHHEY SUHUHAHUHAHGAHAHA I CAHAAHAHAHANT” “oh sure you can- AY DAICHI STOP STANDING THERE LIKE A STATUE AND COME HELP WILL YOU?” Suga yelled at Daichi on the other side of the gym. “Ok ok fine I’m coming I’m coming” Daichi said hustling over, “ok what do you want me to do?” “Get his legs, ribs, stomach, hell his freaking hair just SOMETHING man you're not gonna get any older just standing there” Suga quipped. “AY YOUR OLDER THAN I AM!” “With that attitude I’d say the opposite” Asahi chimed in. “Why y'all so mean to me? I did nothing but fine here” Daichi said as he scribbled his fingers on Hinata's knees. “AHAHAHA GUYS PLEAHEHEHEASE” Hinata screamed. “Not until you’ve calmed down” Suga said as he digged into his stomach”. “AHAHAHA OK OK AHAH OK IM CALAHAHALM IM CAHAHAHALM” Hinata finally screeched. The 2 immediately stopped letting Hinata take a breather as Asahi set him down gently to catch his breath. “Thahaht was cruheheul” Hinata said out of breath, “maybe but how you feeling now after all that?” Suga asked. “A lot better actually, thank you I needed that. “Anytime hinata we’re your friends you can always count on us” Suga said cheerfully as Daichi and Asahi agreed. He was right, Hinata always saw the third years as people he must respect but it wasn’t until now he remembered. That they are also his friends and will always be there when he needs them. ~tada end :P

Also originally I wanted to add a lil art of the fic (since honestly I’m much more better at art than writing) but sadly I didn’t get time to do it soooo…….. Enjoy some chibi festive shoyos I did :DDDDDDDDDDD

"Suga?"

The veteran setter was rustled awake by the sound of a timid voice calling his name. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes as they tried to adjust to the darkness. A muted flash of orange standing in the doorway alerted him to the source.

"Oh, Hinata. What's wrong?"

He couldn't tell for sure, but Suga had a funny feeling that something was up with the first year. For one, it was the middle of the night and Hinata usually slept like a rock after an intense game. Also, he usually only approached him in private when he was having some sort of emotional problem. They had only just started to get acquainted with one another, but Hinata seemed to trust him a little more than his other teammates, at least with matters relating to the heart.

"Um... I had a weird dream and I can't get back to sleep..."

Suga sat up in bed and scooted over to one side to make room for his disgruntled teammate. He patted the now empty spot and gave him a soft smile.

"Come. Sit."

Hinata scurried over and sat down, curling up his legs and putting his chin in between his knees.

"Was it a bad dream?"

The shorter boy nodded solemnly. It was still pretty dark in the room, but Suga could sense he was fighting back unpleasant emotions. It broke his heart to see the normally spirited boy in such a state. He wondered if it had anything to do with the previous day's lackluster game play, or perhaps his anxiety against facing the Iron Wall.

"Hey, come here."

Without waiting to hear a response, Suga pulled him into a tight hug and squeezed as much as he could without actually hurting him. Hinata didn't protest; his body relaxed a bit in the upperclassman's arms. Suga rocked him to and fro, humming quietly as he rested his head on Hinata's.

"Do you wanna sleep here tonight?"

The first year nodded eagerly in response, so Suga lifted the covers over the both of them and slowly laid down with Hinata still in his arms.

"Alright, but only for tonight. If Daichi finds out he'll flip."

He whispered it into his ear to emphasize his point, but all it did was make Hinata twitch and scrunch his neck. Suga thought he heard him make a strange sound, something like a muffled grunt, but he wasn't sure why.

"You okay? You're not uncomfortable like this, are you?"

"Ngh... no!! I'm okay!"

Hinata shook his head, but again Suga noticed him jerk up his shoulders while stifling another strained noise. He didn't know what was causing such a reaction when all he was doing was talking in his ear, unless...

Oh.

Ohhh.

That's right.

Hinata was super ticklish.

Suga wanted to face palm himself for the late realization. How many times had he seen their decoy in hysterics after Kageyama or Tanaka launched surprise tickle attacks during practice, or heard his loud shrieks when Tsukihima snuck up behind and gave him jumper cables? After the orange-haired boy had officially joined the team, he had turned into the most popular target for such shenanigans.

Perhaps it was selfish, but after seeing Hinata look so scared and sad, he wanted to hear that silly laugh again so he could get this depressing image out of his mind...

"Why are you so squirmy? Just relax and close your eyes."

As he spoke, Suga traced lazy lines up and down his back through the fabric of his shirt. This made Hinata jerk around even more, especially when he trailed off to his sides. He was having a harder time holding back his vocalizations now; the longer Suga continued his light touches, the louder his choked back giggles became.

"Don't make so much noise. Someone will hear you."

"Aaaah-! Nghhhh! Suga-ahaha...!"

Feeling a bit adventurous, his light stroking became more purposeful as his hands moved from his back onto the sides of his chest. He fluttered his fingers like butterfly wings, eliciting the first actual giggles from the now trapped first year.

“Eheheehehehe! Sugaaaa, that tihihihickles!!”

“Shhhh, you gotta be quiet.”

He feigned ignorance, sneaking up his night shirt and wisping just the tips of his fingers against his bare skin, which made poor Hinata flinch even more. There wasn’t really anywhere to go, with  all of Suga’s limbs latched around him, so the upperclassman just chuckled as he felt him wiggle around uselessly. He found a good spot right under his belly button after some exploring, but pulled back when touching it spurred louder laughs from Hinata.

“Ahahahaha! Stahahap!”

“Aww, Hinata... I forgot you were so ticklish.”

He started circling his stomach, round and round in a circle while Hinata thrashed as much as he could with limited mobility. He unwrapped his arms briefly, just so he could use both of them to tickle different spots at once. His left hand lightly clawed his ribcage while his right skittered from hip to underarm, all while the poor underclassman giggled and writhed beneath him. Seeing him try his best to keep quiet, even while being tickled like this, made Suga’s heart feel even warmer.

“Sugahahaha! Please!! No mohohore!!”

The setter complied right away, his hands suddenly going still, and after a few short seconds he again felt Hinata relax in his arms. He was smiling against his chest, which he’d wormed into at some point during Suga’s teasing. It was cute how perfectly he fit in his embrace; it might not have been ideal for volleyball, but it was perfect for this.

“Alright. Let’s get some sleep. No more bad dreams.”

This is from the series “how bts discovered each other’s ticklishness”

Lee: Kim Taehyung

Ler: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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After Jimin’s threat, Taehyung spent the next few days constantly looking over his shoulder—he was nervous.

And Jimin knew that very well. Over the following days, he kept teasing the younger one, staring at him from afar with a threatening look, or wiggling his fingers just inches from his body.

But Jimin’s plan was to catch him when he was distracted… at the moment he least expected it.

That happened three days after the first discovery.

Taehyung was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, then spat out the toothpaste, rinsing his brush and mouth.

But when he raised his head again, he saw a smaller figure behind him, smiling like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Taehyung~”

“Ah! Jimin! Nohoho!”

The only instinct V had was to run—run like his life depended on it.

Jimin’s shorter legs were somehow even faster than his. Taehyung didn’t dare look back, but just hearing his hyung’s footsteps already made him laugh, even before being caught.

But as he turned into a hallway, V suddenly crashed into something in his path.

“Argh! Taehyung, what the hell?!” Suga shouted, startled by the sudden impact.

“Ah! Hyung! I’m sorry! I-I—” Taehyung tried to apologize and keep running, but the hallway was narrow and Yoongi blocked his way.

“Taehyungie~” Jimin sang.

“Nohoho! Stohop!”

“Gotcha~”

Yoongi didn’t understand anything anymore when he saw Jimin climb onto V’s waist, pinning his arms under his knees—and the strangest part was that the younger one wasn’t even trying that hard to escape.

He was about to head back to his room, but couldn’t ignore his curiosity when…

“Nohohohohohohoho!”

Taehyung burst into laughter as his best friend dug his fingers into his ribs.

“That’s what you get! You little brat!”

From the other end of the hallway, near the living room, a curious head appeared.

“Ah! Oh my God! Are we tickling Taehyung now?!” Jungkook exclaimed, running to join the attack.

Yoongi stood there, a bit stunned in the middle of the chaos—but for some reason, he wanted to join in. It looked fun.

And meanwhile, Kim Taehyung’s personal hell had begun.

“I think Taehyung is even more sensitive than you, hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed, starting to tickle the singer’s feet, running up and down his soles endlessly.

“Shut up! Focus on this cutie here~ who’s the most sensitive teddy bear in the world?~”

“Jihihimihihin! Kohohohokie! Nahaha—AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA!”

Jimin, positioned at V’s armpits and making him laugh, got startled when the younger suddenly burst into louder laughter—he knew it wasn’t him causing it.

So when he looked up, he was surprised to see Yoongi with both hands under Taehyung’s shirt, attacking his stomach relentlessly.

“Is this your weak spot, Taehyung?~” the rapper teased, making Tae blush at least five shades darker.

He threw his head back and just let himself laugh. For V, being ticklish wasn’t embarrassing—and those sensations made him feel so good, so happy, that he never wanted it to stop.

“Did you notice Taehyungie hasn’t asked us to stop even once?” Jungkook commented, now focusing on his toes, making him almost kick him in the face.

“That’s so cute!”

“NAHAHAHAO! LIHIHIHIEHEHEHER!” Taehyung struggled and managed to free his hands from Jimin. On instinct, he lowered them to try and protect his sensitive stomach, but Yoongi didn’t seem willing to let him go anytime soon.

“No, no, no, not yet,” Suga said with a smile. “There’s still something I want to test.”

Curious, Jungkook and Jimin leaned closer to their hyung. Tears had already formed at the corners of Taehyung’s eyes.

“Pleheheahasehe! Hyhyhuhuhung!”

“You’re not going to die,” he laughed, lowering his head close to the younger’s stomach. “It’s not like it tickles that much, right?”

Before V could even think, Suga blew the biggest raspberry he could on his stomach, making him burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“That’s adorable! Aren’t you the most sensitive thing in the world?~” Jimin teased in his best baby voice.

“Hyung, you being this sensitive and loving tickles so much is so cute!”

Taehyung couldn’t even think anymore.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHASEHE! HYHYHUHUHUNG! AHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, okay…” Yoongi finally lifted his hands, and Taehyung simply collapsed onto the hallway floor—completely melted. Jungkook lifted his head and placed it on his lap. He was still crying, phantom tickles lingering across his body.

“I-I— you guys—”

“There’s nothing wrong with liking being tickled, Taehyung,” Suga said before heading to his room. “It’s normal—it’s just another form of affection.”

“There are people who love it and people who hate it, I guess,” Jimin smiled warmly, gently stroking his best friend’s hair.

“Thank you,” V whispered softly.

“Hmm… round 2?” Jungkook grinned mischievously, raising his hand near Taehyung’s face so he could see his wiggling fingers.

“Kohohokie! Mihihinnie! AHAHAHA NAHA—”

Yoongi entered his room before Tae could start screaming again. He just sighed and smiled.

Honestly… now that they were talking about it… he was kind of curious whether the other members were ticklish too…

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