its a lil tickle blog

Tamaki escaped Kyoya’s hold, hugging himself. “Such insolence!! W-what do you think you’re—-“

Kaoru uses both hands to grab Tamaki’s left arm, leaning back with all his weight and causing Tamaki to stumble to the side and before they BOTH got knocked over Mori would have grabbed his other arm. He doesn’t let go. Even he was tired of Tamaki’s bullshit.

“Haruhiii!!! Help!” Tamaki would yelp and with a sigh she’d walk up to him, looking at him up and down.

Today. Had been a long day. Because of him. Normally she’d love that about him but today was not it.

She’d get behind Tamaki.

He’d laugh nervously. “H-hey… ah.. where are oOHHHH!!! H-HAHAHARUHI????”

Haruhi’s gentle hands slips under his shirt to dig into the sides of his belly, squeezing quickly and repeatedly over and over, causing Tamaki to buck forward to try to get away.

He felt so betrayed!!!

Honey was next and he’d smile so sweetly that Tamaki thought he would be rescued.

Until Honey runs a finger up and down Tamaki’s armpit.

Tamaki begins to bargain and plead. “Don’t! Honey senpai I will get you ALL the treats you waaahahahAhahhaHANT!!!” Honey started to dig in more with that little finger. With his other arm he’d reach over and attack Tamaki’s other armpit, digging into the hollows with four finger..

His laugh goes frantic.

Hikaru steps up. “My my! What do we have here…” He’d kneel in front of Tamaki, watch the pretty blond’s eyes widen in fear, pupils dilated. “Does the prince have a….”

Tamaki stutters in his laughter, squirming and wriggling in the hold of Mori and Kaoru. “D-don’t you dare!!!” He arches his back, sucking in his belly as a hand got closer to it.

“….A ticklish tummy?” Hikaru would finish, reaching forward and digging five fingers in the middle of Tamaki’s gut, going for that softer part of his thin stomach right at the middle.

More laughter comes out of Tamaki, glee forced on his face as his eyes shut and his brows go upturned.

“Kyoyaaahahahaha!!!!!!” Tamaki pleads, watching as his vice president wanders off to retrieve something and hide it behind his back as the brunette man made his way back over.

Goosebumps on Tamaki’s skin as a light fluffy feather brushes over the nape and side of his neck.

Tamaki would nearly jump a foot in the air had he not been in captivity. Embarrassing giggles escape him, turning his head away and making eye contact with a smiling Mori.

Tamaki gives him wide pleading eyes, clenching his teeth to avoid laughing anymore. “M-Mori senpai..—“

“Ah, that won’t do,” Kyoya would say before he flicks the feather even quicker on Tamaki’s neck…. while also reaching down and grabbing at his ribs, clawing and digging almost brutishly. Kyoya had incredibly strong fingers for a man so lithe and it started to drive Tamaki up the fucking wall.

Tamaki was becoming a mess, gang tickled by the people he loves most, squatting down as he purposely tries to collapse and escape but Mori’s other arm catches him before his hand digs into Tamaki’s other armpit.

The host’s leader was in shambles, having five pairs of hands toying and playing with his torso. He’d writhe and groan with exasperation before flashing his pretty white teeth in a helpless grin, giggles and laughs coming out of him as his brows furrowed in desperation. “K-knock it OOFFFF!!” Tamaki begs but to his unfortunate realization…. he thinks the host club might actually try to kill him.

They tickle him until he’s fallen on the floor where Haruhi sits on his waist and keeps tickling his sides and belly, making him jump and convulse on the floor as Mori kneels over him and holds his arms over his head.

A terrified squeal comes out of Tamaki as he feels hands all over his body.

Kyoya goes for the hips and one of his inner thighs. Haruhi at his belly. Honey at his other thigh, scribbling fingers over it while using a hand to furiously squeeze right above Tamaki’s knee.

Mori was able to hold down Tamaki with one hand, pinning his wrists as he used another hand to tease and wiggle his fingers into Tamaki’s armpit.

Hikaru and Kaoru go for the gold, undoing Tamaki’s shoes and going ham on his sensitive and pedicured feet, using one hand to put their weights on his ankles to reduce kicking.

Tamaki is ballistic.

He laughed until he was in tears, eyes shut as he gave up and lied limply under his tickle torment, only squirming and bucking his hips up as they targeted all his fun spots.

It would be a few minutes until Mori senpai would let Tamaki go. He’d look at Kyoya who would momentarily hesitate before pulling his own hands away. “Lesson learned?” He asked Tamaki who would nod YES very frantically.

Haruhi would stop… though traces his stomach a little, causing his belly to quiver and jump a little.

The twins would look at each other with a bored and frustrated sigh as the fun was deemed over. Shame…. they think they could have gone in for hours.

Tamaki laid there breathless and flushed, a flustered and indignant look on his face. “What was THAT for???”

The rest of the club also looked indignant.

“Guess he just won’t learn!” Kaoru would say, a little too excited before Hikaru proceeds to carry the rest of the message along.

“Yeah shame. Guess we’ll have to keep going until he does.”

And then they’d rake manicured nails up and down the soles of his feet.

“Hahhh w-wait d-doNT!!” Was all Tamaki could say before he throws his head back with a cute laugh.

Handsome… the rest of the host club would think as they tore into him again though this time they don’t stop until he admits what he put them through today… and that could take up a chunk of their afternoon.