NYejehehe when my back is facing him (half of the time, he's on the seat behind me) he always leans down and hugs me, then after less than a second he manages to pin my arms to my chest and starts tickling me. He always laughs with me because I don't really let out loud laughs just small chuckles and giggles when he gets a good spot. He says that it's cute how ticklish I am and still manage to keep it quiet.
I feel like I'm loving him too much and now it scares the fact to lose him, but I'm hoping he'll not be out of my life.
You see, my boyfriend and I always tickle each other, no matter the time, but he uses a technique that KILLS ME, holy gods.
He puts two fingers on either side of my neck and like squishes them in my neck when he's behind me? I'm not a person that laughs when getting tickled, even if I'm a walking tickle spot, but HELL that made me cackle today in class, even he was impressed.
I dunno if I explained myself pretty well, but that's all I could do.
Anyway, bye bye (I swear on my momma I want to do reqs)
*I'm not lateee, was waiting for Val on whether I should post it on my blog or on Val's and well, it's on my blog, thanks Val! :)
Link to Art: An “innocent” Mochii (@chibimochii) and an innocent Ryui~ (@vqler)
Summary: Mochii is a brat.
A/N: First time writing for different characters, and those characters are ocs/sonas of Val and Mochii!?! Honestly, kinda nervous 😅. I hope I did both of your characters justice 🙏. Other than that, happy reading everyone! :)
To Val: Happy birthday, Val! 🥳 I know I promised you a KazuHei, but since I am not able to finish it in time, here’s a little something between Ryui and Mochii~ Hope you like it ;)
To Mochii: I have no regrets~ :p
Word Count: 967
Also on AO3!
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“MOCHII!”
Was what Mochii heard as he took a bite out of his strawberry mochi before his door was busted open and revealed a teal green-haired male with yellow-green highlights.
“Hey, Ryui,” Mochii spoke nonchalantly from his position on the couch, unfazed by the sudden intrusion, so that he didn’t even tilt his head up to look at him.
“HEY!?!” Ryui screeched, rushing over to him and grabbing his shoulders and shaking them. “That’s all you have to say to me!? Look at me!”
“Yup,” Mochii replied, drawling out the ‘p’ and letting it pop, while a tiny smirk played on his lips as he finally looked up at him and put the rest of the mochi in his mouth. “What are you going to do about it?~”
This brat!
Ryui stopped shaking him upon hearing that, glaring at the other while Mochii had that challenging glint in his eyes. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, having a staring contest that would make ppy jealous.
cue ppy sneezing and saying: I think someone’s hands are on my man…
“Did you know a certain Kae-lee-ron told me that you think of me as a bigger ler than you?” Ryui smirked, finally breaking the silence.
cue Kael sneezing and shivering: I’m in danger…
Mochii’s eyes widened, momentarily shocked before recovering with an air of confidence.
“Oh? That? Pfft. I just wanted Kael to get flustered, is all, he’s such a lee y’know? Besides, you? A bigger ler than me? In your dreams~ Oh, and weren’t you being tickled by Elian before? How can you call yourself a ler?~”
The audacity of this brat. He’s even sticking his tongue out at me!
“Tch. You’re in for it now, Mochii,” Ryui growled, wrestling the other down onto the couch. “S-Stop resisting!”
“Y-You think I’m going to go down without a fi—HIHIGHT!? AHAHA!”
Mochii immediately crumbled when his ribs were attacked, grabbing at Ryui’s wrists to try and get him to stop, which was a mistake when he felt his hands being raised over his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that tickle?~” Ryui cooed, mock sympathy dripping from voice.
“N-Nohot at all. You must behe loosing your tou—BWAHAHAHAHA! R-RYUIHIHIHI! NONONOHOHOHOHO!”
“What was that?” Ryui teased. “Want to try saying that again?”
Mochii couldn’t utter a coherent word, laughter taking its place as he tried to hide his face in the crook of his shoulder and pull down his arms to no avail.
“Aww, don’t hide that cute, flushed face of yours. Or should I say that strawberry Mochii~” Ryui snickered. “Your red cheeks are like the color of a strawberry mochi.”
“I DOHOHON’T LOHOHOOK LIHIHIKE A STRAHAHAWBEHERRY MOCHIHIHI!”
“Oh, I beg to differ~”
Ryui grins, curling against the spot below Mochii’s armpit, making him shake his head in ticklish mirth, legs kicking out.
“RYUIHIHIHI! STAHAHA— GAHAHAHA!”
Noticing that Mochii was close to his limit, he switched to spidering his fingers over Mochii’s abdomen as a form of mercy to let him catch a break.
“Hah, hah~ When I get out of pant this, you’re going to regret— !!!”
In an instant, Ryui was knocking their foreheads together, mischievous silver eyes meeting nervous lavender ones. A growl resonated deep within Ryui, sending shivers down Mochii’s spine and making him gulp in anticipation.
“Still have the energy to threaten me, huh? It seems like you want to be tickled sooo badly~”
“I have no idea what you’re— ahahaha! Hehehey! Ihihihi wahahasn’t finihihished!”
“Too bad~”
Ryui sneaked his fingers under Mochii’s sweater, scribbling over the bare skin of his belly, making him double over in a fit of giggles.
“Lehehet mehehehe gohoho, Ryuihihi!”
“Mochii,” Ryui started, completely ignoring his demand. “You love raspberries, don't you?~” he singsongs, stilling his fingers and raising Mochii’s sweater.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Mochii whispered, his breath hitching as he sucked his stomach inwards in anticipation.
“Oh, I dare~”
As soon as those words left Ryui’s lips, his other hand let go of Mochii’s wrists and joined the fray, squeezing his hips and keeping him from bucking them as he placed his lips on Mochii’s belly and blew.
Mochii immediately brought his arms down to try to pull Ryui off of him, but his strength was seeping away, and to Ryui, it felt more like a brush on his hair than a tug.
“Admit that I am a bigger ler than you,” Ryui said in between raspberries, rolling his thumbs against Mochii’s hip bones, making him throw his head back and shake his head from side to side.
“NEHEHEVER!”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you~”
Ryui, with buttery smooth grace, shuffled his hands downward and massaged up and down Mochii’s top and inner thighs. That, added with the incessant raspberries on his stomach, was the last straw for Mochii.
“WAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! STAHAHA— GAHAHAHA! RYUI! RYUIHIHIHI! OKAHAHAY! YOU’REHEHE A—NAHAHA!! B-BIHIHIGGER LEHEHER THAHAN MEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Mochii begged, slamming his hand down on the couch repeatedly and frantically squirming as he was tickled to tears.
Ryui grinned in triumph, withdrawing his fingers and pulling down Mochii’s sweater and patting his belly, making the latter giggle.
“Now was that so hard to admit?~”
“S-Shut up,” Mochii panted, weakly swatting at Ryui.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Ryui chuckled.
“You may be a bigger ler than me, but that doesn’t mean you’re a very skilled one~”
“…”
“…”
“HAHHH?!?! I’ll make you regret saying that!”
Ryui delved back right into Mochii’s thighs, making the latter yelp before falling into laughter once again.
