hii can i request a tickle fic with !Lee Dazai and !Ler Chuuya? Thanks!
Greetings to you, Anonym!
Your order was completed, and I also decided to add a little lee!Chuuya at the end:<3
and a little reminder: submissions for tickle fic are open^^
Enjoy, pleasant reading;)
*platonic soukoku15*
Dazai and Chuuya were sitting on a couchin the Port Mafia building, playing a video game.
Osamu was constantly losing, which really annoyed Nakahara.
— Dazai, stop acting like an idiot!!
— What are you talking about, Chu? I’m not deliberately losing. - Osamu chuckled, but it was a lie. He was deliberately losing just to annoy Chuuya.
— Ghh.. how annoying you are!
"Double Black" started playing again. And Dazai lost again.
— Oh, you.. - Chuya literally threw himself at Dazai, knocking him back on the couch, causing Osamu's joystick to fall to the floor.
— Oh, so the great Chuya Nakahara decided to take matters into his own hands?
—No, I just want to torment you, and at the same time, I want to teach you a lesson,- the redhead grinned,— you're not ticklish, are you?
— Oh,wha-Osamu had barely finished speaking when he felt other people's hands on his sides.
— Chuuyaaa!! NooohohoHOHOAAAHAHAHAHAAHAH! STOP IHIHIHIHIIIT! - Dazai screamed in all sorts of ways, trying to stop his partner's hands.
— You can do without it, mackerel!
Osamu was arching in all directions, trying to throw Chuuya off his hips, like a bull trying to throw off a rider.
For some reason, after learning that Dazai was ticklish, Chuuya vowed to tickle him half to death.
— ChuyaaaahahaAAAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!! PfhhaahhahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!
— Let's count your ribs, huh? One, two, three..
—NOOOO, NOT THE RIBS! YAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAH!! - Dazai screamed almost on ultrasound.
And even though he asked him to stop, the smile on his pinkish face made it clear that Dazai was enjoying it all, and he was not against this strange game.
— Dazai, don't spin around! I've lost my way because of you, so I'll have to count it all over again. - Chuuya teased him, giggling with Osamu's laughter himself.
After about two minutes, Nakahara finally stopped and climbed off Dazai's body.
Dazai, on the other hand, spread his limbs in a starfish shape, still giggling a bit from the residual tickling. When he had recovered, he lifted his head. Instead of a tired smile, his face now bore a sly and even somewhat mischievous grin.
— You know what? I've been thinking about it, and I think you could use a little torture, too.
— DON'T EVEN DARE!!!!
But unfortunately (or fortunately?) Chuuya, Dazai carried out his plan, and the Port Mafia's hall was filled with the laughter of the redhead.
But the two teenagers didn't mind the antics, and that was the most important thing.
