#tickle ff

“You two won’t get to leave until you’ve learnt to get along” was what Charlie had said before she smacked the door in my face.

I wouldn’t deny I felt proud seeing the leader she had become, but in all of hell, she had to lock up me with that…thing. I thought as I looked at Alastor. The demon in question leaning against the wall next to the door. Bored. Probably as far as he could be from me in this cramped hotel room. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “You’re not very social are you” I joked as I snickered a bit. He remained unblinking, but I could see a twitch of that grin of his. It seemed I was ticking him off. Fun.

“Oh please, unlike you’re little…family, I’m not the cuddly type.” He said in that same robotic tone, though I could sense an extra crack in his voice box. I snickered as I straightened my back and stepped up to him with a scoff. “At least I got one heh. Maybe that’s why you’re so set on haz-been.” A narrow of his eyes, perfect. “And hugging you, fuck no. I’d rather give Adam a high five” I said as I gestured with my hand at him and snickered.

His gaze looked me up and down in a silent analysis of our height difference again. Typical “Oh fuck off skyscrape” “I’d rather not, I’m not into the whole…thing. I prefer solitude and independence not whatever, this…is” he breathed out those words as though they were disguising, puffing out a bit of air between his teeth. “Solitude, tsk, as if we’ll get that. My daughter is set on us getting along. So if you wanna get out of here, you better play nice.” “Nice? Oh please, I’m one of the most dangerous underlords in hell. While you, the oh SO little king… can’t even tell your daughter off” he said, pinching the air with his fingers as I huffed. “Well what if I don’t want to, huh, what if I want to be a supportive dad. Letting her be the leader she’s meant to be” I scoffed as I smacked that nasty hand away. Making that radio bitch wipe a gloved hand on his suit, what in the germaphobe was that. “Oh so now you want to be a present dad…” He purred out with his famous chuckle. “Oh don't start with me, lemon teeth” “insults…how peculiar” he breathed out as he pressed my hands down, away from him angular face. I hadn’t even realized I’d made them into fists, must be a reflex around him.

“Well if you won’t let me out, I’ll just help myself.” Alastor said as he turned his lanky back at me, the lights beginning to flicker, darkening the room. A sudden neon green glow sliced through the air with a powerful wind. That snatched my custom hat off of my head. Just as I was about to yell I coughed, an equally green smoke filling the room. Making it look like a drug cartel or a rave with cheap decorations. Was he really gonna use his powers to run off, what a coward. “Hey GIVE that back!….. And where do YOU think you’re going bitch” I called out between another coughing fit as I charged at him. Struggling to find him in the smoke. Cheap bitch. Making me have to grab at the air to find this noob. I wouldn’t let him get away. Soon I managed to grab his freakishly long and ill fitting jacket and his waist, slamming him to the floor.

Making me toss and turn with the stupidly tall bastard. “Get of off me, you fucking nuisance” I chuckled at his remark as my hands remained on his waist to pin him under me. “Not until you stop trying to escape, deerhead” I said as my hands squeezed him and I grunted. Trying to get the upper hand as he squirmed and kicked. His hands lighting up with powers again only for that same hand to drop. A crackled sound being heard like a scratch on a record. His hands went from grabbing at me to now hugging at himself. And that’s when I saw it. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he bit his lip hard. Pointed nose scrunched. And my jaw practically dropped as I looked further down, seeing my very own hands squeezing at his ribs repeatedly. “Y…you, are you… e…ticklish?” I breathed out only to see him open his mouth to protest. But nothing but soft giggles slipped out, his voice cracking in an almost cute way. Almost.

These sounds were so unlike his usual manic chuckles and sarcastic laughs. Something soft…almost adorable. Disgustingly sweet. Ew “Oh my days, HaH, I can’t believe THE radio demon is ticklish.” “I’m not y- you little snake I eheheh eek I’ll kill you, I’ll murder your whole family, you hear me. I’ll rip you to hahaha eeek hehe” He called back only to be lost in even breathier giggles as my hand wandered onto his tummy. Soft. I hadn’t even noticed I was rubbing it. My hand caressing him like you would a cat. Scribbles. Making him kick out those long legs as he laughed under me. A soft slap heard against the carpeted floor as I saw his little deer tail wag. Did he even have one of those earlier. The fuck.

My eyes crinkled in the corners too as I let out an excited chuckle, usually reserved for my duck inventions. “Aww you tall fella, you look almost cute, ticklastor. Just wait until the news or those gossip magazines hear about this. You’ll be nothing more than a giggle joke hehe” I purred out as I chuckled in a mean way, my fingers poking at his tummy as I began to tug up his shirt. Wanting to tickle his belly directly. Maybe he even had some tummy fluff since he was a hybrid. “Don’t mind if I do~” I said in a deeper voice only to notice how he had tensed. Those fuzzy ears perked high and his tail laid still on the floor. Pulling me out of the rhythm as I regarded him, we might’ve been sworn enemies. Hate as first sight. And well maybe I wanted to punch in his face for stealing my daughter from me. But still I couldn’t touch him if it made the guy uncomfortable.

My fingers letting go of his shirt I had managed to untuck as his the bottom of his tummy fluff peaked out. Though I paid no mind to it. My mood ruined, since I had maybe gone a tiny tidbit to far. “Look I I’m a sorry” I said as I sighed a bit and dragged a hand over my face. Fuck. And when I looked back that’s when I saw the terror. That usual grin, gone, as he looked utterly defeated. Like a deer in headlights simply sniffling a bit. Damn it. Just like that I began to spew apologies, so many I stumbled over my own words and barely even made sense of some of them. My hands clutched together as my eyes were squeezed shut. I knew I shouldn’t have tickled him without asking. Consent is important.

“N no you don’t under y-you can’t tell a soul, NO ONE. You hear me” I tensed as he suddenly spoke up, screaming. I don’t think I’d ever heard him yell before. Then suddenly my head hit the floor as I groaned softly, looking up at him. He’d switched our positions as he had a panicked, desperate look on his face. Was he pleading? “Wait wait heh, you’re more concerned about me telling anyone then the actual t-“ “oh shut the fuck up, blondie. Don’t you get how it could ruin my reputation. I’d be a fool. A goofy powerless joke, like YOU?!” he breathed out while his ears flicked, as though sensing danger.

Making me chuckle as I laid under him. “Jezz you're so dramatic, I was kidding” I said as I looked up at him with a smirk. Letting out a gasp as he suddenly pinned my arms over my head. Leaning down over me with a low growl. “Don’t laugh at me or I’ll give you something to laugh about, duckling” he purred out, the arrows in his eyes ticking. “Oh please hehe tsk you’re not even funny. Old man. You’re the most dry demon in hell” “well, maybe I got a way to make you laugh, how’d you like the cards reversed” he said and I tilted my head. Confused but also intrigued. Hah. But before I could even reply I felt him shuffling both my hands in one of his big ones. His other hand wiggled in the air over me. You gotta be kidding. “Wait ahhh n no Alastor please ehehe eek, this is so childish. This is not something a blood thirsty raise demon does no hahaha please eek hehe” I began to bark out, my laughs slipping out as his hand moved closer. I did deserve that for earlier.

It hadn’t even touched me and I was already freaking out. Calm. And when his creepy freshly long hand finally touched down, I was lost in hysterics. If he was ticklish then I was fucked. Done. All because of that skinny lanky looking ass torturing me. My eyes squeezed shut as I kicked my legs only for him to straddle my lap, pinning my much shorter, manly frame under him. My head was shaking and banging, my brilliant mind trying to find a way out. Only for me to hit something soft. His arm had somehow maneuvered to lay under my head, all the while he still had my hands pinned. Was he protecting it…Nonetheless he wasn’t so nice he stopped the actual torment. My desperate whining and laughs echoing in the room. My voice cracked as I buckled my hips. His long creepy hand crawling down my armpit, ribs and side. Soon reaching my belly to. His hand stroked over it the same way I’d done. Though he was definitely less gentle. Probably not a tickling pro like me. Loser. “O ouch hehehe s stop you lanky bitch, your manicure hurts.” I barked out as he dug in further and leaned in. His nasty yellow teeth right in my brilliant face. “Hurts? Oh please you’re just a little…sensitive, isn’t that right, king of hell” “I’m not eek eheheh” I breathed out that lie. Little was an understatement. Since I was definitely not being tickled-tortured to death, with my strong arms pinned over my head. Laughing like some schoolboy held down by a big bully. No. Nah. Nope. With faint tears forming from laughing so hard I was losing my mind. Couldn’t be me. Damn it.

Me being ticklish wasn’t a big surprise really, especially for my family. My wife had found out rather fast when she kissed me. Then it ran of like wild fire. So even my own daughter easily beat me up in tickle fights….even if she might’ve been 5 at the time. Not important. Since it was all the same. I often found myself helplessly laughing under someone close to me. Somehow. Yet I didn’t really mind it…unless certain spots were touched. Hell.

But being handled like this by my blood sworn enemy was…a different kind of embarrassment. I think I understood now why Alastor had been so mad at me teasing him, I can’t imagine what’d it be like for a serious looking guy like him to be found out like this. “No hahaha p please eke not there hahaha, I beg ehehe” I whined out as my legs kicked out behind him, my thoughts temporarily stopped as he’d found one of my spots I hope he wouldn’t. Shit. A sharp claw tracing a circle around my belly button as I wailed and whined. Not having even noticed him unbuttoning my blouse at the bottom. Letting my soft tummy peak out. I knew this meant trouble. Especially if he didn’t stop. Please. “Ah ah little demon, this is what you get for messing with the oh mighty Alastor. Dear listeners welcome to the oh so special interlude in the radio broadcast. I think we’ve found the perfect…spot. Live here in the studio. Ohohoh…..How fun” he said in his mocking and that damn annoying radio voice, talking like I wasn’t even there. Touché. I probably would’ve told him he’s crazy, talking to nothing but air like that when I was right under him. What an airhead.

But all I could was let out a high pitch squeal as his finger went round and round, like a ducky in a pond. Soon reaching the center of my tummy. “N no p please hahaha EeeK…Qwack” I breathed out only for my eyes to widen as I had let out the dreadful sound. Seeing the demon's face instantly snap my direction as I gulped a bit. Choughing slightly to cover up the embarrassing sound I’d made. “Oh my, it seems” “no you didn’t” “well I sure DID hear it really” “fuck you” “why of course…” “oh my days don’t say it” “the little duck obsessed twink can qwack” he announced to no one in particular, pinching my cheek oh so sweetly like a grandma would. Bitch. I could practically feel my face burn like the deepest pits of hell. One of my hands managed to wiggle free as he was distracted. But instead of smacking his grin right off. My hand simply tried to cover my face as I whined and giggled into it all embarrassed. “Tell me little guy, did you happen to swallow a squeaky toy while taking a bath with your beloved duck, collection.” He teased and all I could do was whine. Giggling into my hand. Too embarrassed to say anything as tears formed from how flustered I was. My eyes burning as I giggled myself silly, those quacks slipping in ever so often. He wasn’t even touching me anymore.

This was definitely one of my biggest insecurities. I wouldn't lie. I don’t know how I started to qwack. Duck. But I guess I must’ve picked up on that sound when I practiced mimicking the ducks. To perfect their sounds. And somehow, magically, it mixed with my laughter. Or other embarrassed sounds I made out of habit. Ducks made me calm, ducks made me happy, but this…it was horrible. I began to sob softly as I bit my cheek. What would he think of me now, I was definitely the one who was the biggest fool now. Just a dumb rubber ducky… “there there, breathe will ya” I heard a familiar voice say yet the static was a bit lower, almost in a soothing tone. I didn’t dare look at him. “Oh please, you’ll just laugh at me like you always do” I sniffed out as I curled up on my side, hugging both my hands around me. Protective. When did he even let go of the other hand? “Laugh at you, well hmmm I might a bit…later. But right now I wanna hear more of that laugh. Not your…sobs. Makes you look like a sad duck in a pond” he said while he made silly circular motions in the air, was he trying to be more approachable. Compassionate. Tsk.

“Duck huh…” “duck yes, you’re practically one of them. A small little rubber duck waiting to be squeezed.” “Aha…and why’d you care” I breathed out, apathetic, on the verge of another sob. My hands moved to weakly flop those hands away as he tsk a bit. “Oh please I may find your suffering amusing, but…well ahem that little laugh of yours even more. It’s a sound I’ve yet to tone to perfection.” “Tone huh as if I’m some stereo.” I grumbled as his hand grabbed mine and for a second it almost seemed sweet. My eyes looked up at him through a thick gloss. Like a gloss you’d put on ducks to make them well glossy. Before he booped my nose with a clawed finger, making me scrunch both my nose and shoulders a bit. “Well I liked that tone..I wouldn’t mind hearing, ahem, some more of it. Unless an ad break is well, needed.” He said as I just rolled my eyes and huffed. Was this his way of being affectionate or showing care? Comparing me to a radio podcast. Creative….

I just scoffed a bit as I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my tummy. Chuckling a bit “Oh please, I’m not that sensitive…I can take it. Unlike you heheheh, who had to retaliate so. Embarrassing” “oh you’ll see embarrassing right, little king, when I really dig in to your flesh” “oh I’d like to see you try”

I chuckled as my familiar smirk came back as well as his. Our stupid grins returned at last, equally cocky and charismatic as the ticking went on and on. A fade of sorts. Where we kept challenging each other. Who could keep their arms up the longest while your armpits got tickled. Or who’d be able to stay the stillest while the other counted their ribs. Heck who could go the longest without laughing. What tickled me the most. And I’d give Alastor that his evil grin was more than just for show, he practically nibbled me to death with those yellow sharps. Only to kiss over the skin when I complained too much.

Just two enemies turned rivals for the hell of it and this went on and on just for the heck of it. No deal, no win or lose. Just two dudes fucking off, or well tickling off for the trill of the chase and adrenaline. Until we both got more and more exhausted. Vision darkening, body dropping. Yawns. My smaller frame was soon on top of Alastor as we kept scratching at each other's spots, his claws on my tummy and mine on his back. Which we’d found out was his worst spot, no wonder he hates hugs. And even though we should be exploding with laughter we were both too tired. Soon ending up tangled in each other, snoring loudly.

The last thing I could recall was the door finally opening and a gleeful gasp along with heels jumping up and down. Definitely Charlie. A surprised gasp from a deeper voice as someone dropped the key to the door. Probably Vaggie. A low groan about what the hell we’d been up to. From husk and before I could hear any of angel dust’s remarks in return I managed to fall asleep. On top of my enemy, victorious. With my head nestled under his stupidly long neck where that annoying voice box still was.

I’d probably rip it out if it hadn’t been for his cute giggles with his adorable little tail wagging. That bastard was one heck of tickler with his remarks. Well I wouldn’t call them affectionate. But after tossing and turning, with him squeezing the spots on my belly that made me quack the loudest. I won’t deny it definitely made me feel less insecure. And perhaps he wasn’t so opposed to tickling again, as long as it remained between just us.

Nonetheless I knew it’d be hell to explain what we’d been up to. Without anyone finding out we tickled each other to pieces or making it…weird. Curse you. We’d face it together. As enemies with benefits of knowing a bit too much about each other’s..sensitivities.

“And remind me why it is necessary to draw on the floor?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he kept sketching the marvelous black and white sketch of a lake in front of him.

What did he get as an answer? A wide grin from Nefeli and more blue paint on his body “Because it’s fun too”

Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully at her and continued sketching in front of him “You know, tables are to draw on too”

“Oh well, too bad I guess” she shrugged and kept going with her little drawing, whistling her favorite song as a toddler would.

Just then an idea popped into her head.

Nefeli quietly, rolled closer to Tae’s chair, next to his legs. She smirked widely and scribbles softly with the tip of her pencil his shocked foot.

To be honest, today she was feeling like being cheeky. She had woken up in a shy mood, but at the same time, she wanted to mess with people. So Tae was the lucky one who Nef was gonna mess with.

Tae squealed and pulled his foot back, as he looked down at the smirking girl who had already returned to the paper in front of her and continued drawing “What?”

“What?” Nefeli asked innocently, looking at him with big eyes.

The young decided to let it slide and returned back to his sketch, focusing there, completely. However, not after 2 seconds, he felt the same ticklish feeling on his foot.

He squealed louder and flinched on his chair, giggling “Nehehef!”

Nefeli looked up at him, acting innocently and batting her eyelashes “What? I am not doing anything!” as she kept playing with her pencil between her fingers.

“Stop it!” he pointed a finger at her and narrowed his eyes warningly before he returned one more time to his paper.

The young girl waited some more seconds until she did the unexpected. She just grabbed Tae’s ankle and started scribbling with her pencil all over his foot.

The poor lad gasped and fell in uncontrollable laughter, kicking out, careful not to hit her, and thrashing around on his chair “GAHAHAHAHA NEF NAHAHAHAO!” he screamed in laughter, almost falling off his chair.

Nefeli’s smirk grew wider when she focused on his toes, getting golden reactions. More specifically, Tae’s laughter rose an octave and he started squealing and hitting the table in front of him nonstop, probably in order to make the feeling more bearable.

“Aw is Tae a wittle sensitive?” Nefeli cooed, while she was drawing circles on Taehyung’s toes, driving him crazy.

However, Tae has had none of it.

In a swift movement, Tae had jumped on his feet, ready to pounce on the poor girl “You have 10 seconds your run.10... 9... 8…” he smirked widely and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Nefeli squealed loudly and sprinted out of the room, while Tae was still counting. Giggles were leaving her mouth as she was running for her life, trying to find where to hide. So she entered the first room she saw. Jungkook’s.

In a flash of light, Nef entered his room and ran behind Jungkook’s bed. The young lad, flinched and turned to her shocked, almost dropping his controller “What the hell?!” he exclaimed, taking off his headphones.

“Please Kook, don’t tell Tae I am here!” Nefeli whispered-yelled and hid under the bed.

Jungkook grinned widely and returned to his game, not putting the headphones back on. And of course, not after 5 seconds, Taehyung busted into Jungkook’s room, a wide smirk on his face “Hey Kook, have you seen Nef somewhere? I need her for something” he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned on the door frame, crossed arms.

Jungkook smirked and shrugged, not taking his eyes from the screen on the front of him “Don’t know bro...” his smirk grew wider as he pointed under the bed in Nef’s direction “Maybe she is in Namjoon’s room”

Taehyung smirked wider and walked quietly behind the bed, making sure Nefeli hadn’t seen him. In a flash of light, the young lad pulled the poor girl from under the bed from her ankles, making her scream, and threw her over his shoulder, speeding out of the room.

“Thank you Kook!” Tae exclaimed, high-fiving the younger boys as he ran out of the room with Nefeli still on his shoulder, bouncing with every step he was taking and giggling uncontrollably.

“Trahahahaitor!” Nefeli giggled out at Jungkook, who only laughed and focused on his game.

Taehyung entered his room and threw the already giggling girl on the bed. He sat on her thighs, pinning her down completely and grabbing a pen as the smirk on his face had reached his ears. Oh, this was not gonna end up well...

Nefeli at this point was giggling hysterically, trying with all her might to cover herself. She knew what was coming and she knew this was gonna tickle A LOT. Well... she deserved it... But still, she was trying her best to escape. To no avail at all.

“Oh, what do we have here then?” Taehyung raised her blouse, pinning Nefeli’s arms under his knees, so as she couldn’t fight back “The perfect canvas!”

Nef’s eyes widened and started squirming around, kicking out nonstop as a final attempt to escape. “Nohohoho Tae please!”

“You are all mine now, heheheh!” Tae winked and picked up the pen, scribbling it and drawing circles all over her tummy.

The young girl fell immediately in hysterical giggles, rolling side to side and trying everything to get Tae off her, but she wasn’t doing much “Gah nahahahahao! Pleahahahahase I ahahaham sohohohorry!”

The sharp yet not painful tip of the pen was leaving blue marks and circles all over Nefeli’s flesh skin, making the feeling way more intense than a nail would. It felt like zillions of tiny bugs were crawling and running all over her sides, making her more sensitive as her hands were desperately trying to pry Taehyung’s larger ones off her.

“Hm? Is my canvas talking? Wow!” Tae continued scribbling softly and drawing all over her side while he started poking her other side, knowing full well what he was doing.

Nefeli arched her back, wiggling her torso side to side to make the feeling more bearable, but nothing was working. His finger was touching some of her most sensitive nerves while the poor girl was squealing and giggling hysterically, lightly kicking out.

“Gah Tahahahahae! Nahahahahao pohohohohokes!” Nef gripped on his wrists, trying to pry them off her hypersensitive torso.

“No pokes? But why?” Tae started poking faster at her side, up to her ribs and down to her hips. Nefeli let out a loud squeal and kept wiggling around like a maniac, while a wide grin was forming on her face.

“Nahahahahahao! Nahahahahat thahahahat ahahahaha!” her giggles were getting higher and higher as the seconds were passing and her kicks were speeding up.

And when she was thinking nothing could get any worse, Taehyung started scribbling way faster all over her side.

She let out a sudden shriek and feel in loud, belly laughter, shaking her head side to side, while her grin was almost touching her ears. “GAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO! THAT’S NAHAHAHAOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“Hm? What was that? You’re going to have to stop laughing so I can hear you clearly” Tae’s smirk grew wider when Nefeli’s laughter rose at least two octaves, due to the teasing.

Let’s be fair. Who can stand it when someone is teasing them? No one. And Tae was making her face turn all red from how much she was blushing.

However, suddenly all the tickling came to a stop.

Nefeli looked at Taehyung weirdly, kinda surprised that his ‘revenge’ was finished so soon. Tae was known for his skills in getting revenge and that he was merciless every time.

When she felt her arms being raised above her head and pinned down, a wave of playful panic hit her.

“Ah her side looks so beautiful with my sketches on it!” Tae bent down and blew a huge raspberry on her side, making her scream and fall in loud, hysterical giggles “Now time for your armpits!”

Nefeli’s eyes widened just as she heard what the young lad said, but she didn’t have much time to react. Tae had already grabbed a pencil and was already scribbling her left armpit.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO TAHAHAHAHAE PLEAHAHAHAHASE! I AHAHAHAHAM SAHAHAHAHAORRY!” the young girl was desperately trying to shot her arms down, while she was thrashing around and laughing loudly, but she wasn’t doing much.

“Ah, this canvas is too loud!” Taehyung scribbled faster on her flesh skin, while he was blowing short raspberries and nibbling her neck and tummy alternatively.

At this point, the poor girl was laughing so hard that her cheeks were burning. Her face was all blushy from the teasing and her laughter wouldn’t stop coming out of her mouth. Mouth tickles were always her biggest weakness, and now that Tae was getting two spots at once, she was feeling way more sensitive. Especially because of the nibbles.

“IT’S YAHAHAHAHAOUR FAHAHAHAHAULT!” she cried out, not really caring what it was about to happen after that. In fact, she was too busy laughing and trying to escape to even think about it. Plus it wasn’t like she wanted it to stop... She was having fun...

“Oh is it? Or is it that you are too ticklish to handle it?” just by the mention of the word ‘ticklish’, Nefeli blushed 10 times harder and getting way more sensitive.

Taehyung chuckled, seeing her getting all red and scribbled faster on Nef’s armpit. In a swift movement, he let her arms go and shot his hand in her other armpit, wiggling his fingers there. The young girl immediately shot her arms down and gripped on his shoulders, trying to push him away. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, laughing so loud that probably the neighbors were all annoyed.

“GAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAE I HAHAHAHATE YAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli screamed when Taehyung’s teeth moved to her sides, sending her in fits of pure hysterics. It felt like electricity was hitting her body while tiny bugs were crawling on her side.

The young lad raised an eyebrow, slowing down a bit “You've said your last cheeky thing, little one. Come here!” faster than the speed of light, Tae had turned around and sat on the poor girl’s ankles, grabbing a paintbrush, taking her by surprise. Now that was gonna tickle a lot...

“Oh no...” Nef started panicking, knowing that this would be her hell. She knew what was about to happen and her soles were already tingling and giggling nonstop from anticipation “T-Tae nohohoho!”

Taehyung turned around, smirking widely “Oh you should have thought about it later, sweetheart” and with that, the same time Nefeli blushed harder, Tae pulled her toes back and started blushing her feet, coloring them purple.

Nef let out a loud shriek and fell in hysterical laughter, kicking out and thrashing around. The feeling was so intense and ticklish, that was making the poor girl losing her mind.

“GAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO TAHAHAHAHAE PLEAHAHAHAHASE MERCAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!” she screamed, punching his back and trying to wiggle away, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Tae was no match for her way smaller frame.

Nefeli was feeling like she was losing her mind and that her whole torso was tingling, even if Tae was only getting her soles. But apparently, being tickled on your worst spot has an effect on your whole body... To be honest, Nefeli had never experienced something that tickled so much in her life before, and she was literally in hysterics.

“A guilty crime deserves punishment!” Taehyung was showing no mercy at all. He was scribbling in the middle of her sole with the paintbrush, sending ticklish shivers down her spine.

“GAH SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHAHAHA!” Nef screamed in loud laughter, wiggling around like a worm and kicking her knees.

“Wow, you really don’t have an off button, do you?” Namjoon’s voice echoed the room from the living room. Yes, her screams were so loud that both he and Jungkook could hear what the duo was doing, crystal clear.

“Nah, she doesn’t” Jungkook answered from his room, making both Namjoon and Taehyung chuckle and Nefeli blush harder.

“Y’know, it’s so cute how you haven’t said stop this whole time!” Tae grinned widely and pulled her toes back, even more, scribbling their base, coloring them blue with another paintbrush.

Nefeli went crazy at the mix of those words and having her toes being mercilessly tickled. Every hair on her body was straight and her stomach was aching from all the laughter.

“Coochie coochie coo Neffie!” the young lad was now painting each of her toes and wiggling them gently, making her howl in laughter in ticklish agony.

At this point, Nefeli was feeling like her whole body was on fire. Her stomach was aching and her mouth was really stretched from all the grinning and laughing. Her face was all red from blushing and how hard she was laughing and she was unable to move more, being exhausted. Her laughter had fallen silent and her arms had stopped hitting Tae’s back.

“T-Tahahahae pleahahahase...!” she managed to cry out and then fall in silent laughter once again.

That was Taehyung’s signal to stop and let her go to regain her breath, his smirk not fading out “Are you sorry yet?”

Nef’s eyes widened in panic, while she was still grinning widely, nodding hysterically “Yesyesyesyes! I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry!” she squealed and sat back up.

Taehyung ruffled her hair and hugged her tightly, helping her calm down “Well, next time you will think about it twice before you mess with me” he chuckled, sensing the young girl tensing up and little.

Before Nefeli could answer tho, her stomach growled in response, earning a giggle both from Tae and her “I guess I need to feed myself” she got up and started walking out of the room, leaving colorful footprints on the floor, obviously not noticing them.

Taehyung on the other hand, leaned back on his bed, smirking widely “Y’know this is not gonna end up well...”

But it was too late. Nefeli had already walked to the living room where Namjoon was the same moment was Jungkook entered Tae’s. And of course, obviously, after he ruffled her hair a little

“NEFELI! THE FLOOR!” Namjoon’s voice echoed the whole house once again while the two younger boys erupted in loud laughter.

“She’s gonna get it again, isn’t she?” Jungkook asked Tae, a wide grin on his face while heave footsteps could be heard all around the place. Namjoon’s and Nef’s.

“Nefeli come back here! You are making a mess and your position worse!”

“No!”

“Of course she is” the two boys laughed and got out of the room to see what was about to happen, only to see Namjoon pinning Nef on the ground.

“Gah Joon nohoho!”