Frankenstein’s Ticklish Momotarou!
I meant to have this done and posted yesterday, but recovering from a party kept me in bed still kinda hungover LOL! So I hope you enjoy this cute little idea I had for these three to be preparing for their party!
It was nearing the end of October, a classic time for people to gather together for spooky celebrations. And it just so happened that the halls of Samezuka Academy were no different. Untold amounts of fake webbing, black wallpaper, pumpkins, lights and various other decorations littered the campus, and a certain club was intending on throwing a bit of a soiree in order to garner donations for activities. Of course it wasn't just a party, there were also a few other attractions being planned, such as a haunted house, some appropriately themed snack stalls and also a few game booths.
Not everyone was ready however, and in their dorm room Aiichiro Nitori and Momotarou Mikoshiba waited patiently for a certain fellow swimmer to arrive with their much needed supplies. "He'll be here soon Momo just relax." Ai told his kouhai, the redhead in question currently sitting on his bunk, tapping his feet impatiently. "Mmm but Ai-senpai! How can I be Frankenstein for the party in time without the paint!?" Ai sighed at this, one hand coming up to rub at his own head, attempting to ease any oncoming headaches from his overly energetic roommate. "Well firstly, its actually Frankenstein's monster. Second, Hazuki-san was just as excited as you were so I don't see him making you wait too long."
The blond had absolutely jumped at the chance to help the two prepare of course, with Ai thankfully not needing much help at all since he was going very basic with just some painted on whiskers and some cat accessories. The silver haired swimmer had learned his lesson in his first year that he was often just too adorable even when trying to dress scary. Nagisa would apparently be dressing as a vampire, likely to have an excuse to nibble as many necks as he could...he did seem like he enjoyed getting attention from as many people as possible.
As if on cue, their door was suddenly assaulted with an energetic knocking pattern that could only be one person. "Yohooo! Ai-chan! Momo-chan! I brought the goodies!" A happy yet already exhausted Nitori walked over and opened the door, being swarmed by a hug out of the blue. "Bwah! Ah hello Hazuki-san." The blond gave a sudden smooch to his cheek for a quick blush from his rival before dashing over and practically running into Momo, before the two were hugging and dancing in place with excitement, like the redhead hadn't been sweating with worry less than thirty seconds ago.In all honesty, all three boys shared a unique but mutual affection for the others, though it was an unspoken rule between them to wait until after Momotarou graduated before possibly trying to begin a poly relationship. For now it was friends first, and Nagisa of course was that touchy feely kind of friend who made no mystery about his affections. Hence why he had agreed to help them with the makeup for the party, having his sisters to thank for his own skills with the brush. "Here, we'll lay out a towel and Momo-chan can lay down on it while we work. I went and found some nice grey and dark green colors to alternate on your body, so off with the shirt mister!" The blond insisted, not giving Momo a chance to do it himself as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it upwards whilst Nitori applied a pair of longer towels along his bed to protect it.
Time being of the essence, Ai was enlisted to help in the more complex work that would be needed for Momotarou's look to be complete. He didn't need full body coverage, just a majority of his torso and part of his face really. It started out easy enough, Nagisa preparing the body paints while Ai was patting down Momo's skin to make sure it wouldn't affect the paint with too much moisture. Both boys got to work soon after, only to realize very quickly that they might be fashionably late due to a certain redhead's unexpected sensitivity.
"Whohohohaha hah wahait wait a sehechehe that tickles!" Momo cackled out loud, his whole body shifting somewhat as they were barely starting work on his stomach and chest. Ai of course looked a bit less than amused, wanting things to go smoothly to minimize their delay in getting ready, but Nagisa's expression told an entirely different story. "Uh oooh, ehehe didn't know you were so ticklish Momo-chan. But if you wanna look good you gotta hold stiiiill. We'll make it as painless as possible, right Ai-chan?" The blond looked to his fellow swimmer, winking in a manner just subtle enough that Momo didn't catch it. "Eh? O-oh yes, eheh sorry Momo, but you'll just need to bare with it okay?" The younger boy didn't seem convinced, but nodded all the same as he resigned control to the two older swimmers.
"Hmhmmh...mmhmhmhmhehe HEheh Rehehaha rehehallyhyhy? Hehehah aha whahahaithaha wait wait hah I need a breheheak!" Nagisa shook his head, his own brush gently spreading the dark green paint around his abdominal muscles. "No can do Momo-chan! Gotta take it like a man so we can look good for the party right?" Both the blond and Ai were currently each sitting on either side of the redhead, Momo's lower half mostly off the bed as both of the other guys were sitting on one of his arms to keep him from slapping the brushes away. Ai was dilligently applying fake looking suture marks along Momo's waist, knowing he'd have even more work to do if they got messed up. "Hold still Momo-kun, or we'll make you do it yourself." He warned, earning a whine from his kouhai before the sound was quickly overtaken by numerous more giggles. "HMhmaahhah ahah heheheh Ihi'm sahareehehehe haha IHIHit ticklhehehehehshaha!" Ai had to admit in spite of how loud the redhead could be, times like this where he heard his gleeful laughter were cute enough to make it worth it.
Despite the difficulties in getting the front half applied, Momo's torso was more or less completed soon enough, The redhead blushing and squealing when his two friends were each painting over his sensitive nipples. "Pffftheheh EEHEehhahah a-angh!" M-Mmhmhmhm C-comeahahahanhahah!" Nagisa giggled openly at that, knowing the reaction was likely a bit too much for all three of them to dwell on. "Hahaha sorry sorry, here let's get your neck done..mmm Ai'chan, I'll sit on his arms and hold his head." Momo blinked as the two swimmers shifted, his arms both raised over his head. "Eh? Eeeh!? W-W-Wait a sec my neck? Haah!" He jumped, Ai now straddling his hips while the blond firmly seized his head by both sides, leaning in. "Mhmmm, your sensitive neck Momo-chaaaan~ Mmm looks delicious, I might need to take a taste hmhmh..." Momo jumped, squealing as he felt the blond's mouth on his throat, teeth gently nipping and earning the sounds he wanted. "EYehahahah naaah youhuhu two are just teheasing mehehe!" Nagisa stuck his tongue out, Ai sighing with a grin. "Sorry Momo, but I do need to draw the suture marks, It'll be fast so try to hold still." Despite agreeing, the blushing young swimmer couldn't help but make things take longer, squeaking and giggling like crazy with the brush's ticklish bristles gliding along his neckline, this had better be worth it.
Thankfully with a fast hand, Ai finished the markings to look both professional but also uneven, a great job by Nagisa's standards. But the blond wasn't quite satisfied just yet, he had other more sinister ideas in mind as he stayed seated on Momo's arms. "Oh wait while we have you here, hehe we gotta make sure your disguise is gonna look more random, here just lemme start painting this spot too!" Momo couldn't properly see as the blond reached past him, only hearing Nitori mention something about helping to hold him as he leaned forward to press both hands onto his hips. "What's hahappenihihingheEHE AHAHA AH WAHHAIT NOHOH!" A soft and bristley feeling was now finding its way around his open right armpit, the blond cackling above him and insisting it was for realism as the paint continued to spread around the boy's rather ticklish underarm. "AH AHAHA AHHAHAH STAHAHPHAHaahah ah ihihit tickles too muuhuhchah!" Alas this only received a head shake from his senpai. "Sorry Momo-kun, but I promise we only have a few more spots to go. Right Hazuki-san?" Aiichirou looked to Nagisa, knowing that even if both of them were on the same page, the blond was far more actively thinking about tickling the snot out of their younger friend.
The blond nodded, still finishing up his work in the poor redhead's armpit as he took care of making the fake suture marks himself this time. "Mhm he's right Momo-chan. Just gotta finish with your baaack...and your feet!" Momotarou of course cackled in reply, not denying them at all since he didn't see the playful look the older two exchanged while his eyes were closed in ticklish agony already. By the time his arm was done, Momo was weakly flipping himself over, groaning as he at least hoped his back wouldn't be nearly as sensitive as his armpit. "Pfft...A-aahah ah nohoho faair...haha this cohostume suhuhuhcks!" Momo's feet wriggled about, gently patting against the carpeted floor as he felt those soft brushes dragging around his bare back, tracing the shoulder blades, dragging down his spine and swiping back and forth along his sides and lower back as well. If they hadn't been so obviously chuckling along with the underclassman, the two might have even heard a couple of small snorts leave the man's lips as they were having far too much fun at the otter's ticklish expense. Finally it all seemed finished, the young Mikoshiba sibling panting from these exploits, wondering if swimming a relay was more or less exhausting than dealing with this.
"Okay, only one more place to go. Most of your upper body should be dry soooo, we're gonna rotate!" Nagisa's words were met with less enthusiasm than usual, Momo already looking a bit partied out as he got off the bed and crawled into a better position to allow the other boys to each claim one of his feet now hanging off the far end of the bed. "Ooooh Momo they're so biiig! What are these, twenty-seven? Twenty-eight?" Nagisa couldn't see the blush on his friend's face, but heard the slightly embarrassed tone as Momo lifted his face to speak. "mmm...Twenty-eight and a half?" Nitori smiled warmly, already applying the fake looking suture markings to one ankle as Nagisa continued to gush over the boy's feet. While Momo might still be a bit in the dark about it, Aiichirou knew the blond most likely had an interest in feet especially, but never really acted it out more than offering a massage every so often. This of course would not be a massage, as the wicked brushes prepared to deliver a truly ticklish treatment to their trembling little otter.
For the next several minutes, they were shocked nobody knocked on the door to see what was wrong or complain about the noise as Momo writhed on the bed, pulling at the sheets or squealing with ticklish protests. "GAHAHAAAHAH ah AHAh ah wah wahahithehahha no nononahat theherehah EEEHEH Nahat between my TOHOHOEESHHSHAHAHA!" Of course Nagisa and Ai only taunted him further, the silver haired swimmer especially getting more on board as he did find this all rather adorable. "Momooo, you need to hold still or we'll be here all night!" The thought of this torture lasting all night was definitely not something the other boy wanted of course, his fears working their way out in a horrified squeal just as Nagisa was swirling his own brush along the boy's bare arch. "Exactly! And if you keep moving we might mess up...hehe theeen we'd have to scrub em clean and start aaaaall over hehehhe." Oh he was truly so evil, how had Momo not caught on by now? "EHEHE HAha pah plehease nohohahha Ihihi'm sahareeheeehehhehaha ah AHAhaha iththeheheh it just tichihikelehehehsahah so baaahahad! Ah...aahah ah...ah haah...aahah...EHeh...gah...hah a-are we done?" He wondered aloud, the sensations fading as his less ticklish insteps were finished up with only minor twitches or hitches in his breathing.
"Yeees yes we're just about done." Nagisa said, before his eyes glanced down at another pair of soft and delecate looking soles currently upturned. "Hmhm oh Ai-chan, maybe we should paint yours to look like kitty paws with toe beans!" Ai, who was thankfully finished with his work, blushed brightly, his toes curling as he rose up and made a beeline for the bathroom in order to do his own face makeup. "N-no way! Besides I'll be wearing shoes!" His excuse given he quickly shut the door to a whiny blond's protests before he giggled. "Make sure to let it dry Momo-chan! You look great! I'm gonna go meet up with Rei and get the rest of my costume and I'll meet you guys there!" Momo weakly waved him off, still exhausted from this ordeal. "Okaay...thanks Nagisacchi...hah...." The door shut, his torment finally over for now. His muscles twitched, his breath evening out before Momo suddenly perked up and gently pushed himself up with a realization. "Wait...aren't I gonna be wearing shoes?"
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ryen is this canon 3tan yoongi talent?
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now i need a hundred plushies from him 😭 he's not going anywhere 😭
“What the fuck?”
He’s laughing. You just witnessed him effortlessly grab a third plushie from a clearly rigged claw machine and he’s laughing!
“No, seriously, this is some wizard shit,” you accuse, unblinking as he bends to grab his prize before wiggling it in triumph. “How are you so good at this?”
“I’m good at everything.”
Your scoff mixes with his mirth as you spin on your heel, arms now chock full of stuffed cats and one cute little frog.
But despite not wanting to further inflate the hot air balloon that’s his ego, you’re so in awe that you can’t help but comment,
“I’ve never seen someone do that before.”
“Yeah?” Beside you, Yoongi fetches something in his pocket. “Not even your brother? I think he got something from that one once.”
“Really?”
“Oh, wait. No, that was me again.”
And the gloater of the century secures his spot.
“I’m so tired of you.”
“Wait, wait,” he huffs out. “Look real quick.”
“Huh?”
As you turn his way, you only get a split second to recognize the phone in his long fingers.
Aimed right at you.
Did he just—
Your reaction should be words, like telling him to stop, or reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing anything much less taking a picture.
But what comes out instead is a blubbering, fumbling mess, and you lunge for the phone right before he backs up, grin stretching his face in the most devilish way.
“Yoongi—!”
“Hmm?”
“What are you—”
“So cute.”
He’s still holding the phone oh god it’s a video?
“Are you recording?”
His burst of laughter gives him away, and the butterfly wings tickling your stomach make you join him, even though you’re hyper hyper hyperaware of your surroundings now.
You don’t even know where the two of you stumble to, but you’re determined to not let him get away, bright colors and lights filling the night on all sides.
Finally, you clutch his hand as you squeeze all the plushies under an arm. “Give it!”
“No!”
“Yes!” You plead through a smile as you yank it from his hand.
But when you look at the screen, you discover that the video wasn’t even being recorded. Because the red button is still sitting there untouched.
…Why are you a tad disappointed?
Yoongi’s voice comes out soft,
“I know we can’t, doll.”
And he sounds a tad disappointed, too.
Still staring at the phone, you make a decision. A quick one. A small one.
But one you make purely for him.
Switching to Photo Mode, you raise the phone up high, scrunching your face against the mini bunch of stuffed animals before capturing this moment.
And it’s not until you hand his device back to him that you realize.
Holy shit.
You really just took a selfie with Yoongi’s phone.
“Keep it,” you whisper. “Or don’t, whatever.”
He’s just staring at you, device almost limp in his hand as he stands there.
“You.. You okay?”
“Come here.”
You’re pulled in before you can question further, a chaste but full kiss planted on your lips before you’re left to your own two feet again.
“Let’s go find them,” he leads, voice low. “I think they’re almost done with the ride.”
“K,” you oblige, shyly following his sure strides and straightened back.
Smiling against a fluffy stuffed cat when you see that he’s still looking at his phone.
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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!
series: three tangerines
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