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𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣:

part two to THIS thought!!

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2.5k

𝙖/𝙣: MY FAVORITE FIC TO THIS DATE 🥹

𝙩/𝙬: heavy restraint for minho’s part, only pinning for changbin, thigh tickles, raspberries, rough tickles 🫣

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho and changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan and minho

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“H-Hey! CHANGBIN!! UNTIE ME!!” Minho screeched from his position in the middle of the living room as Changbin causally took a sip of his coffee.

For some reason, Changbin had moved Minho’s body to the living room, where he sat tied to the chair with his thighs exposed, just like earlier, but now his hands were bound to the sides of the chair, rendering him completely immobile.

“Nah, I’m heading to the gym. Chan hyung should be coming back, let’s see how he reacts to you sitting so vulnerable right there, hm?” Changbin laughed as Minho gasped, face turning bright red.

“W-Wait!! Changbin-ah DON’T—AGH!! Don’t just leave me here!!” Minho grunted as Changbin grabbed his gym bag, whistling.

The rapper winked at the bound older once and shut the door, leaving Minho groaning and shaking as he tried to undo the surprisingly tight knots.

“Ah, fuck!” Minho yelped again when the knots would just not come loose, and when he heard the front door open, he knew he was so screwed.

“Kitten, you okay?” He heard Chan yell, and he bit his lip when the older dropped his gym bag before making eye contact, and the leader stared quietly.

Chan’s eyes widened. “My, my, what do we have here? Did Binnie leave this for me? What a pretty picture you make, Min.” He circled around the bound dancer.

“Hyung, hyung, please just untie me!! Don’t mess around with me—AH!!” Minho squeaked when Chan squeezed his sides from behind.

“How could I not take advantage of my pretty love sitting there all vulnerable? I’ll certainly have to thank Binnie later, that’s for sure.”

Minho whined, his face and ears blushing bright red and trying to cover any open spot, to which he failed.

“Awee~” Chan cooed. “So sweet for me, sitting there in your little shorts. Say, do you see your thighs blushing, look at that.” He pointed with a grin at the pink tint on Min’s bare thighs.

Chan took a seat kneeling in front of Min’s chair, making the dancer look at him pleadingly.

A singular hand skittering up his thigh was enough to make Minho squeal, a big smile making its way through his thrown back head.

“Hyuhuhuhung plehehease pleeeaaasee!!” Minho pleaded, knowing that the next few minutes were gonna be absolute torture for him.

“Please what, hm?” Chan asked, watching the dancer’s thigh twitch desperately in anticipation under his gaze.

“Please untie me please don’t do this—HYUNG NO!!” Minho cut off his own begging with a screech as Chan quitely placed both hands on his inner thighs.

“Take your hands off! I can’t move…hyung I’ll actually die!” Minho squealed, shaking his head around with his eyes shut, the anticipation was somehow worse than the tickles, he could feel his thighs growing warm under the older’s touch.

At least Changbin was somewhat soft. He knew Chan would show absolutely no mercy at all. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll be fine.”

“Plehehease!! hyuhung stohop!!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” Chan’s concerned voice came from in front of him, so Minho turned his head.

He hesitated, and Channie reached for the shears beside him, ready to cut off all bindings if the younger wanted him to.

Minho flushed a deep red and shook his head. Chan smiled up at him, only making him more flustered.

Ready to start, Chan took his hands and stroked up and down the trembling thighs gently, before skittering up and down with his nails and then attacking the sides of each thigh at the same time.

“PLEHEHEASE!!” Minho pleaded loudly, cackles pouring from his lips helplessly as he was unable to squirm away from the tickly fingers, he couldn’t squirm anyway, and he couldn’t escape.

“Aaaaghahahaha!! HYUNG PLEHEASE NOHOHOHO!!” He laughed hard, throwing his head back and squealing even more when Chan dropped to his knees, laid his fluffy hair onto his knee to watch closely as he skittered his nails up and down gently, which seemed to be the technique that got the wildest reaction out of the bound dancer.

“STAHAHAP!! Hyuhuhung plehease i CAHANT TAKE IT AGGHHAHA!!” Minho screamed, twisting his whole body to the sides and laughing his head off, stamping his feet into the ground and throwing his head around.

“You’re not really in the position to make demands, darling.” Chan giggled, moving higher up the quivering thighs and relishing in the earned squeals and loud pleading he received.

“Pleh—EASE WAHAHAIT!!” Minho gasped, Chan’s nails stopping right under his death spot, the highest part of his inner thighs.

“Hm? What is it, Min? Is this spot bad? Like really bad? How about I just get it over with, huh?~”

“HYUHUHUNG NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Minho. went absolutely ballistic the second Chan began to squeeze the thin area.

“Woahh, Min, calm down there. I’m barely doing anything!” Chan laughed along with Minho as the dancer screamed out his laughter and twisted away.

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!!” Minho probably gave himself whiplash from how hard he shook his head, tears splaying across his face and making him look absolutely beautiful.

“My god, you’re pretty.” Chan admired the way Min cackled and bit his lip to prevent screaming.

“Hyuhuhuhung, plehehease!!” Minho panted, and Chan decide to let up before the grand finale.

Chan patted the dancer’s knees gently, looking up at him sweetly, and Minho immediately forgave him. How could he resist the older’s smiley dimple?

His hair lay unstyled across his flushed face, and Chan laid his head against his knee again to admire the younger’s glossy lips and absolutely gorgeous smile.

“Okay, okay, here’s the finale!” Chan announced, Minho staring in shock. “Wait—What?!”

Channie suddenly used his nails to scribble gently over a torturously sensitive spot on Minho’s inner hip and thigh, not expecting the absolute scream of laughter poor Min let out.

“NONONONOOHAHAHAHAHA!!” Minho cutely wiggled his hips helplessly away, but he couldn’t go anywhere.

“PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASEEE—AGHAAHAHAAHA!!” Minho howled desperately, squirming as hard as he could and breathing hard before screaming and laughing again.

Chan laughed right along with him, enjoying how he was able to get the tough kitten begging in seconds. “Aren’t you so tough, Lee Minho? No? Are you sassing me?”

Minho shook his head. “NOOHOOHO!! IHIHIM NAHA-NAHAHAT!!”

“That’s right. Now tell me how bad you want it to stop.” Chan scraped up and down the dancer’s death spot, scribbling quickly every once in a while to hear a loud squeal.

“I WAHAHANT IHIT TO ST—HAHAHP!! IHIM BEHEHEGGING PLEHEHEASE! MEHEHEHERCYYY!” Minho pleaded at the top of his lungs, breaking down into tears, babbling and sobbing through his incoherent laughter.

Chan stopped the second he noticed. “Oh, nonono.” He grabbed the shears beside him and immediately snipped off all the bindings.

“C’mere, baby.” He scooped poor Minho off of the chair and into his arms. “Was it too much?” To which Minho nodded gently, his hair was disheveled and all over his face, and Chan pushed the strands behind his ear.

“I’m so sorry, kitten…” He murmured, pressing small kisses to the top of Min’s head and snuggling further into his touch. Minho let out a tiny whimper at the apology.

“You should’ve told me it was too much. I would never forgive myself for hurting you, yeah?” Chan mumbled gently into the dancer’s ear.

Minho nodded and buried his face into the crook of his hyung’s neck.

“Love you so much, kitten.” Chan rocked him gently back and forth to calm him down.

“Love you more…m’serious.” Minho slurred gently.

“Oh, my sweet baby.” Chan noticed the red markings on Min’s thighs from how hard he had tugged at the softer rope.

“Let me take care of that…” He ran to get some cream and gently massaged it into the area, earning some sweet giggles and a melty Minho in return.

“Now I want revenge on Binnie for leaving me here.”

Chan laughed at that; one moment Minho was just his kitten, small and quiet, and then he was the menace he was, already plotting revenge.

“But technically you did enjoy it, didn’t you?~” Chan cooed as he felt Minho’s already flushed cheeks burn even harder against the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, yeah…maybe a little.” Minho admitted quietly, causing Chan to beam with small giggles and rock them both side to side.

“I’ll help you get your revenge.” Chan offered, to which Minho smiled gratefully, the leader pulling him to the couch to rest up a bit and cuddle.

The two waited and waited, and hearing that familiar click of the front door, they held their breath until a familiar mop of curly hair greeted them.

Changbin dropped his gym bag on the floor next to Chan’s, and Minho didn’t miss the way the black-haired menace smirked.

Changbin looked up and paused, mouth slightly agape while he stared at the two placed on the couch, Minho shooting him a deadly smile.

“Did you seriously cut him free? Just like that?!” Changbin exclaimed.

“Nope. Already tickled him and finished up.” Chan giggled when Minho’s ears turned red again. “Min here was telling me how you tied him up, wrecked him and just left him there for me?”

Binnie gulped. “Oh…um—well clearly it worked!! You did wreck him!” He whined, cutely stamping his foot to the floor. “You should be thanking me!”

Minho stood up, walking over to Changbin with a deadly smile still plastered on his face. He placed a hand to Binnie’s cheek, noticing the way the younger flinched.

“No, no. Don’t be scared of me. I’m not actually mad, bunny.” Minho cooed gently, and Changbin relaxed slightly, letting out a shaky breath. “I’d never truly punish you like this, okay? If you’re uncomfy, tell me so I can stop, you know your safeword, yeah?”

Changbin nodded, smiling reassuringly up at Lino. The bunny’s sweet smile making Minho almost want to forgive him.

“I’m still wrecking you like you deserve.” He grabbed Binnie’s thighs and threw the dwaekki over his shoulder like he weighed absolutely nothing, causing Changbin to let out an incomprehensible screech.

Changbin pounded on Minho’s back desperately as he tried to convince the older to maybe not do this, whining and scribbling gently over his sides, causing Minho’s knees to nearly buckle.

“Hey, do that again and I’m getting you ten times worse.” Minho warned, and Changbin crossed his arms poutily.

“Trust me, I’ll make sure you know exactly how I felt.” Minho scoffed, calling Chan over to hold the rapper’s hands up.

“Chan hyung! Please! Don’t help—AGH!!” Changbin squealed when he was pinned to the bed, arms high above his head when Chan poked his armpit.

“H-Hey, hyung, no, NO!” Binnie watched in horror as Minho slowly pulled his shirt up to his highest ribs.

“Wahait…no, not there!!” Changbin squealed and twisted when Minho pressed a few fingers to the sides of his ribs.

“You’ll see what it feels like to be helpless.” Minho snarled. “You left me there, my worst spot on full show, and now I’m gonna get my revenge. Got that?”

Chan tightened his grip above Binnie’s head, the rapper babbling nonsensically as Minho lowered his head right above his death spot.

“Wait-wait—HYUHUHUHUHUNG!!” Changbin screamed when Minho blew a loud raspberry onto the area, finding the rapper’s spot immediately as if he had done it a thousand times. He probably had, though.

Binnie crumpled promptly under the older’s lips, unable to shield his sweet spot due to his hands being held high above his head.

He cackled and tugged at his arms, but they wouldn’t budge. Chan was unrelenting.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! FUHUHUHUCK!!” Changbin thrashed, even though the ticking was probably draining his energy.

Minho let up, digging his fingers into Binnie’s sides lightly. “Wahahait!! AHAHAHA SHIHIT!!” Giggles turned to loud laughter as Min’s tickling got more and more harsh.

“Let’s see if you can really take what you dish out, hm?” Minho scooted down until he was sitting on Binnie’s knees, squeezing once and adoring the cute squeak he pulled from the rapper.

“Please…No!” Changbin panted as Minho rolled his pant leg all the way up, exposing his extremely sensitive, milky smooth thighs.

“But…I wanna…” Min pouted, taking the doughy skin in between his first two fingers and squeezing gently, causing the boy underneath him to buck against his hand.

Minho scribbled gently up and down the thighs, just like Chan had done to him earlier, Changbin squeezed his eyes shut and let out all of his laughter, nose scrunching cutely.

“Pleheh—PLEASE!! AGHHH I cahahan’t!!” Binnie huffed, gasping when he felt Minho kiss his scrunched nose gently.

The dwaekki knew this was a warning. “Minho—” Lino went for his thighs fully, finally.

Changbin’s shriek was piercing, his laughter afterwards a deep cackle that Minho almost gasped at; he had never heard this laughter from the normally high-pitched, giggly rapper.

“MIHIHHIHINHO HYUHUHUNG!!” Poor Binnie wailed, legs trembling.

“IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRYYY!” He pleaded through his hysterical giggles, but Minho was not in the mood to show mercy.

“SHIHIHIHIT!! PLEHEHEASE STOPP!!” Changbin whined, Minho leaning down and blowing a quick raspberry onto his thigh, just to see his reaction, of course.

The shrill scream that Bin let out had Mimho scrambling to place more, Changbin cackling like a witch when Minho peppered kisses and nibbles to his sensitive thighs.

Chan grinned adoringly at the rapper, who threw his head back to stare at him pleadingly with teary eyes, pink cheeks, and puffy hair that had Channie’s heart beating faster.

“You’re so cute, bunny.” Chan chuckled, still keeping his firm grasp on Binnie’s arms.

“STOHOHOHOHOP NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEREEE!!” Changbin squealed, Minho’s fingers finding his hip bone and kneading into the hollows.

“Min!” Channie called over Binnie’s hysterical howls for mercy. “Try here.” He poked the spot he had wrecked earlier on Minho, the highest part of the boy’s thigh and the inside of his hip.

Minho grinned devilishly before kneading the spot softly, almost falling off of Binnie’s knees from how hard the dwaekki bucked away.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Changbin snorted, causing Minho to lighten up his movements, now slowly but torturously moving his fingers along the area, smiling at the way Changbin but his lip hard and scrunched up.

“Wahaha…not thehehere—NOT THERE!! MINHO NOHOHOHO!!”

Min got rough, laughing along with Binnie as the younger tensed up with a shriek, Chan decided it was a good time to let go of the bunny’s arms, cooing gently as Changbin shoved at Minho’s wrists with one hand and covered his bright red face and cute grin with another.

“FUHUHUCK!! IHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT TAHAKE AHANYMORE!!” Binnie was a mess, his fluffy hair was everywhere, his flushed red face was wet with tears, his grin was irreversibly cute, and his legs trembled so hard the bed shook with them.

Minho decided to let up for real, giggling softly down at the bunny until he caught his breath. Then he got serious.

“Mess with me again, and I’ll do the exact same thing you did to me. I’ll tie you to a chair and leave you in the middle of the living room so that anyone who passes by has the chance to wreck the absolute shit out of you.” Minho threatened. “We’ll just have to hope you live through it all.”

Changbin squealed in embarrassment and slammed his hands over his face, but he was embarrassed to admit that…maybe he wanted that to happen.

“Okay, bunny, don’t worry, let’s rest, hm?” Minho smiled gently at the rapper, pulling Chan down with him.

The three snuggled, though Changbin had trouble sleeping…Minho’s threat still fresh on his mind.

Maybe he should be bratty more often…

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