All You Gotta Do Is Ask
First fic - pls don't jump me lol
Summary: Contractee’s flustered face can’t be from nowhere - and the others catch on fast.
CW: Slightly intense tickles (maybe idk), foot tickles
A/N: The Contract-lee was inspired by this post
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“Something the matter, buddy? You’ve been quiet today.”
“Nothing.” Contractee grumbled, slamming his drink on the coffee table. Yet something was, in fact, the matter.
It had started two days ago with Contractee being mildly flustered by watching Mafioso’s fingers tap rhythmically on the coffee table. The day before, he had witnessed Consigliere and Soldier jabbing each other in the sides, feeling his cheeks heat up as he swiftly walked back to his sleeping quarters. It had gotten to the point where he had tried to scribble at his own sides, before becoming too embarrassed to continue and beginning his (poor) attempt at ignoring the feeling.
“Uh, dude? You’re kinda blushing there.” Caporegime pointed out.
Oh.
The other two goons turned towards the flustered Contractee, Soldier practically jumping out of his seat to plop himself next to his blushing colleague and friend.
“Whatcha thinking about there, man? You gonna tell us?” He asked, poking Contractee in the stomach.
“Eeee!”
The room came to a standstill as the other three goons rapidly put two and two together, cheeky grins forming on their faces.
“Oh, I get it! Someone’s ticklish…!” Consigliere exclaimed, drawing out the last word. Contractee’s blush spread to the tips of his ears, hands coming up to his cheeks as the others made their remarks.
“Aww, he’s covering his face!”
“Wait until the boss hears about this one…”
“You guys know what to do! Let’s get him!”
At that sentence, Contractee leapt out of his seat, sprinting to the hallway in the hopes of reaching the bathroom to lock the others out. Turning the corner to the hall, he was running too fast to avoid slamming right into his boss.
“Boss! I-“
He didn’t have the chance to explain himself, let alone keep running, before Mafioso scooped him up by the waist, scribbling his fingers into his sides.
Contractee immediately burst into squeaky, frantic laughter, whacking his fists along his captor’s back and kicking his legs rapidly as Mafioso began to march him back into the living room.
“Bohohoss, whyyyy!” He squeaked, receiving nothing but a smirk in return.
He didn’t even notice the transfer until he was gently dropped onto the floor on his back, the other three goons moving in coordination. Consigliere swiftly straddled his hips and Caporegime locked his ankles in a headlock while Soldier knelt down beside him. All while Mafioso held his arms up, leaving him completely exposed.
“Guys, wahahait…” Contractee squirmed, his blush becoming darker as Soldier wiggled his fingers menacingly.
“Wait for what exactly, buddy? For you to explode before we getchaaaa?” Consigliere teased, painstakingly lowering his wiggling fingers until they hovered right above Contractee’s exposed ribcage. Contractee squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, feeling completely vulnerable as he prepared to stifle his laughter. The fact that he and the other goons (Mafioso included) were all in casual wear made it worse, especially since he was in a white shirt, shorts and socks.
He opened his eyes just in time to see two sets of hands begin to scratch at his sides and underarms, shutting his mouth as he rapidly exhaled.
“Mhmhm!” He shook his head rapidly, trying to distract himself from the sensations. This failed when Caporegime’s fingers started to trace his socked feet, Contractee gritting his teeth together to prevent any other sound from slipping out. He desperately tried to kick out, attempts futile due to Caporegime’s vice grip on his ankles.
“Come on and laugh for us, Contractee.” Consigliere teased, scratching along his ribs. “Or should I say… Contract-lee?”
Oh no.
“Whahaha - Aiieeeeee!” Contractee squeaked as his defence fell flat at the teasing, the sensations finally breaking through. “Nohohoho, wahahihit!”
“Theeeere we are!” Soldier grinned, digging his fingers right into the hollows of Contractee’s underarms. In unison, the other two goons dug into their respective spots.
Contractee let out a shriek in response to the sudden sensory overload, falling into helpless laughter. He tugged at his arms in a vain attempt to escape from the sensations, failing as he remembered that Mafioso had pinned them to the floor.
Speaking of Mafioso, the mafia boss made his contribution to the melting Contractee by pinning his arms under his knees, before reaching down to scribble at his neck.
“AIEEEEEE!”
Contractee’s squeal made the other three goons relent for a few seconds to look at his now-red face. He desperately tried to move his head and escape the sensations, but Mafioso had gently grabbed onto the back of his ears and started to scratch gently, holding him down while exploiting yet another ticklish spot.
The combined sensations of both gentle scratching and ruthless scribbling drove Contractee insane. His attempts at resisting had long ended, leaving him to laugh along with his tormentors/ friends/coworkers.
“NAHAHAHA! OH TELAMOHOHON PLEHEHEASE!”
To make matters worse, Consigliere had lifted his victim’s shirt up, revealing Contractee’s quivering tummy. Once again, he only noticed this once the tickling had stopped momentarily, giving him a short respite.
“…Whahahat are you doing?” Contractee nervously asked as his fellow goons paused their antics, Caporegime glancing wide-eyed at Consigliere’s cheeky grin behind his sunglasses.
“Dude, you’re gonna kill him.” He chuckled as Consigliere began to lower his head.
“Oh… Oh shoot! Wahahait! Wahahahait!” Contractee thrashed in the grip of his fellow mobsters, trying to escape before it was too late. “Nohohot thahahat!”
“Whaaat, this? I thought you loved fruit?” Consigliere snickered, grabbing the man by the waist to prevent him from wriggling away. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya.”
Before Contractee could continue with his pleas, Consigliere blew a few raspberries right over his navel.
The shriek that Contractee let out could have shattered windows - before he fell into a few seconds of silent laughter, going completely limp. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, indicating he was extremely close to his limits.
Consigliere immediately stopped with the raspberries as to not overwhelm Contractee, opting for gentle scratching. Mafioso also released his hands, laying Contractee’s head on his lap as Soldier and Caporegime eased up on their tickles.
“Ahehehe… Whahahat?” Contractee asked, completely flushed.
“We wanna make you laugh, not kill you man.” Soldier chuckled, fluttering his fingers over Contractee’s ribs.
“Yeah,” Consigliere smiled. “You looked like you wanted to ask for this for days. So remember, all you gotta do is ask. Alright?”
“Alrihihihight!” Contractee giggled, still being tickled by his coworkers.
“So for next time, what do you gotta do?” Caporegime asked, scratching at Contractee’s arches.
“Ah - Ask! Ask!” Contractee squeaked, his fellow goons beginning to tickle him a little harder while Mafioso let his henchman laugh himself silly on his lap.
“Aiiiiieeehehehehe!” The tickling was a lot gentler than before, eliciting tiny squeaks from Contractee - who was now willingly laying down after being tired out by his fellow goons.
“Awww…” They all cooed, feeling a sense of joy at being able to make their fellow member laugh like there was no tomorrow. The constant pressure of operating within the mafia affected them all in different ways, and an activity to bring them some relief was definitely needed.
As they contemplated this, their hands stopped moving until they were gently tracing along Contractee’s sensitive tickle-spots, giving the man a break.
“Hee hee…” He caught his breath while giggles still slipped out here and there, a sense of peace washing over him and his friends.
“Feeling better, buddy?” Consigliere asked, climbing off of Contractee’s waist. “We weren’t too rough on ya, were we?” Soldier interjected, while Caporegime let go of his ankles and turned towards him in concern.
“Hah… Yeah, guys. I’m alright here.” Contractee sighed as Mafioso rubbed at his neck and ears to fully remove the phantom sensations.
“I kinda needed that… So uh…“ Contractee blushed once more. ”Thanks.”
“No problem, dude.” Caporegime smiled at him, patting his knee.
Before anyone else could react, Mafioso gently picked up his henchman like one would pick up a baby before walking to the couch. “No jobs tonight, boys. Consigliere, order in. Soldier, get some drinks ready. And Caporegime, pick a movie or something.”
“Yes, boss!” The other three goons immediately moved as instructed while Mafioso laid Contractee next to him, passing him a glass of water.
Contractee gulped down the contents before Mafioso took the glass, petting his hair. “You definitely needed that, kid. You’ve been tense.”
“Hmm…” Contractee hummed happily as Gubby plonked himself on his lap, snuggling into him. The tired man laid his head on Mafioso’s shoulder as his fellow goons returned with snacks and drinks. After placing them down, Consigliere sat on Contractee’s other side. Caporegime clicked on The Other Woman before sitting next to Consigliere, leaving Soldier to lay his head on Caporegime’s lap.
As the gang collectively booed at Mark’s cheating, Contractee sat still as Mafioso braided his ponytail. The movie kept running while Consigliere snuggled into Contractee, munching on a slice of pizza and nuzzling his shoulder with an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
He could stay in the moment forever.
