#taneku

This story contains a couple (straight), Maneshi Azumane (Neshi/Nesh-Nesh - 22, Female, Asahi’s Older Sister) & Taneku Tsukarou (Maneshi’s Boyfriend, 22, Male, is 2 months older). It contains bonding, kissing, teasing & tickling - so please.. Enjoy!

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Locked In, Let Loose

The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains of Taneku’s room, painting golden strokes across the wooden floor. The air was quiet, save for the occasional hum of cicadas from the open window and the soft shuffle of sheets on the bed.

Maneshi Azumane lay sprawled beside Taneku Tsukarou, her dark brown hair fanned across the pillow, her gaze playful. Her fingers danced teasingly along the bare skin of his side, just below his ribs. Taneku had taken off his jacket a few minutes earlier—correction, Maneshi had taken it off him, unzipping it with a mischievous grin and tossing it aside like a leaf caught in wind.

Taneku squirmed, his lean torso twitching as her fingers roamed deliberately.

“G-GEHAHAHAHA!” he exploded, his laughter shaking the bed. “STAHAHAHAHAP! NESH-NESH! I PLEAD! I PLEAHEHEHEHEHEAD!”

Maneshi only smirked, her amber eyes twinkling. “What? This?” she asked innocently as her fingers stroked just beneath his ribs again.

“HAHAHA! Y-YOUR LOVING THIS TOO MUHUHHUHUHUCH HUN!” he wheezed, trying to twist away from her grip, his laughter helpless and wild.

“I absolutely am,” Maneshi admitted with a grin, not missing a beat as she attacked his sides for another solid two minutes.

Taneku’s eyes watered from the relentless tickling, and he could hardly breathe between fits of laughter, collapsing back with a final breathless chuckle as she finally gave him mercy.

“Alright,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You’re a monster.”

“Monster of love, maybe,” she purred with mock vanity.

Before she could bask too long in her victory, Taneku’s eyes narrowed with mischief. “My turn.”

He suddenly lunged, catching her off guard and pinning her arms above her head with one hand, his body hovering over hers. Maneshi’s laughter immediately started as his free hand found her ribs.

“N-Nohohoho! Tanekuhuhu—sta-ha-ha-ha-ha!” she giggled, her voice higher pitched now, her legs kicking as she tried to wriggle away. “N-No fair!”

“Four minutes. No mercy,” he declared triumphantly.

He tickled her relentlessly, his fingers working over every vulnerable spot—her sides, her ribs, even the dip under her chin. Maneshi laughed until her cheeks turned red, her hair a mess, her breath short but joyous.

Eventually, he stopped, both of them lying breathless on the bed. Maneshi looked up at him, still catching her breath. “Okay… okay. Truce?”

“Truce,” Taneku agreed with a playful wink, before leaning down and kissing her forehead, then her lips. It was slow, soft, and sweet—a moment that lingered between them, warm and gentle.

For a moment it was perfect..

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“Uhhh, Tachaan?”

Taneku paused (his lips were now untouched) — now gazing at his two older siblings as he turned around. Narisa (26 years) whose black hair was as fabulous as ever and Nate (27 years) who pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yes, He forgot to lock the door.

“BRO THIS IS WHY I KNOCK, NARISA-NÉE, NATE-NII!”

“Yeah, We know” Narisa giggled — gazing at his undeniably, gorgeous fit, then Neshi-chan under his grasp. “It’s just that you need to be cautious before doing that risky move.”

Both Nate and Narisa looked at each other, then back to them.. smirking.

“N-No, DONT THINK OF IT LIKE THAT! WE’RE NOT YET MARRIED OKAY?!” Taneku screamed - huffed, placing his arms to Neshi’s thighs?

“Uhuh.. A honeymoon strat right there.” Nate chuckled.

“NII-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

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THE END

(Ft. Asahi’s GIF)