hey! So my mutual @mickeytheticklee and their constant katseye fics gave me so much motivation😭 so here’s an unprompted Megan skiendiel tickle fic🤗 (as the unofficial president of ler Megan agenda) first katseye fic.. kinda nervous😁
characters: lee!y/n x ler!megan
warnings: swearing?
summary: you and megan go live on weverse and decide to have a silent battle between the two of you. Who can make who more flustered?
word count: 1547
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𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅? 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔
the live weverse chat was falling infront of your face, faster then you could read. It was almost overwhelming, but the kind of overwhelming that you were indeed use to.
you tried to at least go live once every week, with atleast one of your bandmates. Mainly because you actually enjoyed talking to the fans and it simultaneously acted as a fun pastime.
the person you nominated to join you today was none other then Megan, the person you actually found yourself being the closest to in the band with your shared humor and similar quirky personalities. Megan was just casually sat to your side, an arm wrapped around you to keep you close. Obviously not helping the constant bombard of rumors about the two of your ‘relationship status’. Not that either of you cared, it was amusing to see fans absolutely fall apart at the simplest form of physical contact.
the brush of a shoulder, the casual lean of a head, the joking shoves. No matter what it was it all ended in screaming fans and endless theories.
Megan’s arm tightened around you, as your head came to rest on her shoulder. Watching as the spam comments flew past the screen.
“OMG!!!”
“AWWHH THEIR SO CUTE! 🥹”
“OH THEY ARE SO INLOVE!! 🩷”
“KISS. KISS. KISS🤭”
“your not helping the rumors” you giggled out, looking up at the all rounder. “so? what if I don’t want to?” grinning playfully and shrugging casually, she looked down and watched you shake your head in faux exasperation. clearly somebody woke up today and chose to heighten the already mass about of online theories.
but it’s all banter, right? you both knew it was. shared jokes and instigating gossip and giving the fans something to reel over. it was all done purposely, for comedic effect, right?.
deciding to be the little shit you were, you silently went along with it, continuing the banter. And with a dramatic stretch of your arms you found yourself leaning back to be sprawled out all over Megan’s lap. your back perfectly laid across her legs, your gaze falling up on her with the most smug and knowing look. expecting her to react with a blush, or even pushing you off her in a sign of bashfulness. anything, literally anything to satisfy your ego.
however your expectations were quickly adverted as Megan offered a soft giggle, her lovable whisker dimples fully on show from your angle accompanied with her dark umber eyes meeting yours, in a soft and sweet look. “awhh you look so cute like that” She teased, but also genuinely meant it. you did look adorable, all open and stretched across her like that. And your attempt to one up her and fluster her was equally as adorable.
To the chat, this was just two best friends being affectionate and adorable. to some of them it was two girlfriends flirting. But to you two, this was a silent war. And Megan already had mass amounts of ammo prepared.
Unfortunately or fortunately for you, as you were sprawled across her lap, arms stretched above your head. A smooth slither of your stomach was revealed which caught Megan’s eye. Like a magpie to shiny jewelry. A small, barely perceptible smirk tugged on her lips. An idea already forming in her head. It was just about waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Tilting your head your gaze landed on your phone, trying to decipher any comments you could and attempt to read them. That was until you abruptly felt a sharp unexpected ticklish sensation on your stomach, causing you to squeak, jolt and whip your head to narrow your eyes at the culprit. “what’s wrong?” Megan feigned innocent, tilting her head with a shit eating grin. Her eyes burning with mischief. Before continuing skittering her fingers all over that strip of skin that your top gave to her. “hehehey!- whahat are yohou?“ involuntary giggles that bubbled up in your throat began spilling over. “what? what’s so funny, huh?” she asked, unable to bite back smug smirk. Her manicured fingers non stop scrabbling all around your soft, and extremely sensitive tummy.
the chat exploded.
“Y/N’S TICKLISH?!”
“AWH OH MY GOD!”
“THIS IS TOO CUTE MY HEART🥹🩷”
“MEGAN YOR EVIL😭”
your cheeks lit up with a warm hue of pink “stahahahap ihihiitt!!” you giggle out, legs kicking out for a second. almost parallel to a toddler in a giggle fit. Megan simply ignored your protests and kept her hand scribbling all around your tummy like an oversized spider that’s only purpose was to hear you shriek out into the most adorable laughter. In a vein attempt to escape you found yourself turn onto your side, your back now facing the live. legs tucked into your chest and curled up on her lap.
Megan giggled sweetly at the sight, looking down at you with the most adoring smile. Now moving her hand to squeezing your side, which thanks to you, was on full display for her. “hehehehahaha! mehehegan!!” but you weren’t met with a response. instead Megan was reading the live chat.
“are we dating? she wishes!” the girl teased, her hand still mercilessly squishing up and down your side. sending ticklish jolts to shoot up your body that you could argue felt the same as being electrocuted. But instead of immense pain and agonizing screams, it was adorable squirms and childish giggles. Megan was having the time of her life. Occasionally looking down at your attempts at flailing and your pure unadulterated laughter that bounced off the walls.
Her nimble fingers travelled down to the small of your back, gently but persistently scratching at the spot, earning every cute little squeak that was effectively ripped from you. All while Megan was still reading the chat, or at least trying to. “Megan you’re so evil.. nah, look at her! she’s having the time of her life!” your response was nothing short but a fresh burst of uncontrolled shrieks and laughter, kind of proving her point. “mehehegan! pleheheheaseee!!” you rolled back onto your back in an effort to squish her hand, looking up at her with a ridiculous big smile and glowing eyes.
you must have been speaking a foreign language. Either that or in the span of 5 minutes Megan magically lost her hearing as her hand just effortlessly found its next target. Your armpits. While reading out another comment “y/n looks like she’s struggling.. guys don’t worry about her! she’s fine!” Her hand forcefully shoved their way into your armpits, clawing at them and watched as your arms came slamming down to your sides in an attempt to block your hyper sensitive spot. however, in your endeavor you somehow managed to trap her hands instead. “AHAHAHHA NOHOHOHOOO!!” your head flew back, eyes scrunched, legs kicking out like they were trying to fight the air. This time, Megan did finally acknowledge you. “can I have my hand back?” a teasing grin plastered all over her face. she knew what she was doing. “FUHUCK YOUOU!!” you shrieked out, so loud that it was a miracle that any glass within 10 feet of you didn’t shatter. Megan furrowed her eyebrows and jaw dropped in feigned offense. “okay! fine then” her efforts doubled, no tripled. Her acrylic nails wiggling against the god awful patch of skin at your hollows.
It didn’t take long before you shrieked out “AHAHA FUHUCK NOHO IM SOHOHORRY! YOHOU WIHIN!!” “I win?” She echoed, a shit eating grin and a raised eyebrow. Almost like rubbing salt on a fresh wound. “YEHEHES YES! YOHOU WIHIHIN!!!”
and with that, her fingers halted and pulled them out from under your arms, but instead scooped you up from your sprawled out position and hoisted you up against her so you were perfectly snuggled in her lap. “damn right. that’s what I thought” a sense of victory and justice washed over her and she definitely wasn’t shy in demonstrating that to you. Meanwhile, a sense of relief and comfort washed over you. Desperately panting out and leaning your head back against her shoulder.
“I should really tickle you more often” she teased, gently moving some hair out of your face. Her gaze soft and full of love, staring at you like you hung the stars and holding you like she’d rather die then let you go. You were quick to protest “nuh uh!”
“but you were so cute like that!” Megan cooed, squeezing you a bit tighter to punctuate her statement.
Summary: Y/N takes it upon herself to irritate Megan mid-interview. Megan makes her feelings on the matter known.
Warnings: Tickle Fic, Fem! Reader, Romantic pairing with Megan
Lee! Y/N, Ler! Megan!
“Y/N?” Megan muttered, the words coming out of the corner of her mouth so that she could maintain her polite smile.
“Yes?” You murmured back sweetly into her ear.
“Quit it.” She hissed silently, squeezing your hand tighter.
Katseye was going on a press tour to welcome their newest member to the group, though you had known the girls for much longer, Megan especially. You liked the others girls, really, they were all so accommodating and fun, but it was Megan who had your heart ever since you laid eyes on her.
As such, it was Megan who you were clung to at the hip during any public events like this. You still weren’t exactly media trained but, even if you were, you’d still take whatever opportunity you could to mess around with Megan. Hence why you were currently trying to wrap your legs around her shins, with your mischievous actions being mostly hidden by the wooden table you were sat behind.
To the cameras and the audience, only your top halves were visible, leaving Megan subject to the equivalent of a toddler kicking the back of her seat on a plane. Of course, it was in a much more loving manner than that. You two already worked out your own little sign; if she felt things were getting a bit too out of hand, she’d put her hand on your thigh. Seeing as she hadn’t, you had free rein over her and you were going to make the absolute most of it.
“So, how have you all been adjusting to having a seventh member in your group?” The interviewer asked. Nice lady, blond hair but you’d met so many new faces these past few days they were all starting to blur together, and why focus on any of them when you had such a perfect sight right next to you? Megan took it upon herself to answer which proved to be a fatal mistake.
“Honestly, we’ve had no problems at all,” she said with a smile, fiercely fighting off your legs beneath the table without her expression even twitching. “Y/N’s been an amazing addition, she’s so expressive and you can really s-see-“
As Megan spoke, it was clear that your efforts weren’t getting to her as much as you would have hoped, which only meant it was time for a change in strategy. Stealing a glance down beneath the table, you cautiously planted your fingers against the flexible point where her sides met her hips. Your worry melted away once you didn’t get a reaction and was instead replaced by a playful kind of excitement as you begin wiggling your fingertips into her body.
Megan’s smile twitched around the corners; she flinched on her seat and crossed her ankles together tightly. On top of the table, she folded her arms together rigidly, doing everything she could to ignore the feeling of your fingers against her.
“..you cahan really see how expressive she ihihis in her dancing too.” Megan managed to finish her sentence, much to the confusion of your interviewer. But oh well, this wasn’t for her to be clued in on. This was just for you and Megan after all.
“And Y/N, how have you been finding it yourself to be the newest member?” Once the attention was placed on, you couldn’t focus on tickling Megan any longer and reluctantly folded your hand back onto your lap. Megan scooted over a tiny bit closer to you, the cogs in her mind turning as she shot you a knowing smirk and a cool, playful glance.
“Um-,” you began, suddenly finding your throat dry and threatening to spill over with giggles. Megan in turn wrapped a comforting around you, snaking it around your back and leaving her hand against the bottom of your side, resting dangerously. You thought you were keeping a straight face, but the corners of your lips and the growing pinkness in your cheeks betrayed you.
“Hohonestly,” Megan wasn’t even doing anything yet and you already had giggles coming out of your throat, “I’ve been having a really fun time with everything, lihihihike-!” Megan was clearly much bolder than you were; her hands secured a greedy squeeze against your side causing you to fold into her touch. A smile bloomed across your face and you had to take a moment to steady yourself, taking a deep breath in doing everything in your power not to look at Megan.
“The fans, the shows, I really have nothing to complain about at all, all of the girls have been so welcoming ah-ahahahahand-!” Another soft squeeze, another giggle fit. Your smile stretched even wider this time, forcing you to raise your hand to cover your mouth before anyone suspected something was up. Though you could already see Manon smirking at you from a few seats down, you could hear Lara giggling from behind you. The pink in your cheeks transitioned into a red while your body flinched closer towards Megan’s in a halfhearted attempt to escape her hand.
You finally got the courage to look over towards Megan and the flustered expression written all over you, from you nervous lips stuck together in a shaky, smiling pout to your tense arms loosely clinging to her hand against you, seemed to tell her that you’d had enough. She kept her head resting at your side, just to remind you that she could tickle you if she wanted, but she was mindful enough not to make you completely lose it.
To your slight disappointment. The rest of the interview went smoothly, much more comfortably once you got used to the presence of Megan’s arm around you. You all took your bow and it seems like yours and Megan’s little giggling fits had been forgotten by everyone. Except for each other.
The moment you two split off from the group, approaching Megan’s car, a certain silence hung over you too as you both struggled to approach the unavoidable topic which plagued your thoughts. It was only when you were sat against the heated seats of Megan’s car, doors shut to give you a curtain of privacy, that you each shared a knowing look.
“You’re a nuisance,” Megan shot at you in a tone that sounded both impressed and disappointed in your actions.
“I literally didn’t even do anything.” You denied, an obvious, petulant lie which Megan didn’t have a chance of believing. Megan stifled a laugh, unable to believe your audacity at times.
“You’re like a child acting out to get attention,” Megan affirmed, starting to drive off back to your shared house. The fact that Megan being distracted could very well result in your deaths was the only thing keeping you from pushing her further. Physically, at least.
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to act out if I were getting enough attention. Think about that?” You said in a half-muttering, pouting tone, though there was an obvious joking undertone to it. Megan scoffed.
“You’re showered in attention. You’re just greedy and want all of my time for yourself.” Megan countered, seeing right through you and all your made up logic. You couldn’t exactly found a counter to that so instead you took up the occupation of pouting for the rest of the drive.
“Baby, don’t throw a tantrum,” Megan requested softly after a few minutes, having pulled up to her driveway. She rubbed her hand against your shoulder, knowing full well that you were just trying to goad her even further. Being nice to you was her way of giving you a chance to back down from your pouting Olympics.
But you weren’t one to back down from a challenge.
“I’m not throwing a tantrum.” You insisted, making sure to leave the car before giving Megan a chance to respond. Hearing her shuffle around after you just encouraged you even more; it felt like you were the most important person ever to her right now.
“How long are you going to act like a brat for?” Megan asked, entering in through the door with you. You each slipped off your shoes before Megan locked the front door and then leaned against it, staring at your with her arms crossed beneath her chest and an expectant look in her eyes. You let out a fake gasp.
“Did you just call me a brat?” You asked with mock offence dripping from your words. “I am literally not even a brat, like at all.” You insisted once again, turning away from Megan and walking off, smiling as you heard her following behind you. You planted yourself down on the couch, half-leaning against the arm rest with your legs tucked near you.
“If you’re not a brat, then why are you acting like one, huh?” Megan asked, her words coming across as sharper, more provocative, starting to play into your petty attitude even more. You opened your mouth to keep the back and forth going but, the second you did, Megan plunged her hands down and started to squeeze her nails into your sides.
“Wahahahahahait-! Mehehehehehegan!” You bubbled out immediately, bouncing about between Megan’s hands. Your body went into total haywire whenever she started tickling you, as if each nerve developed a mind of its own and was absolutely screaming to get away from her touch, no matter how much you longed for it.
“Wow, I know you were finding this funny, but you don’t need to be laughing so much, you know.” Megan commented in a dry tone, sitting next to you on the couch, leaning over with one of her legs crossed over the other. Her arms were sprawled out against you, nimbly poking and jabbing at your torso, squeezing at all the familiar sensitive spots she’d found on you from the many, many, many prior times you annoyed her.
“Mehehehehegan!” You whined, your cheeks reddened from the dismissive teasing. You kicked your legs about under you, twisting and shaking as if anything you did was actually going to get her hands off of you. Just like how you were clung to Megan, she too was itching to pay you back for all the argumentative attention you’d given her.
“Is that all you can say now, hm? I know, I know, you just want my attention so badly, don’t you?” Megan cooed at you, suddenly clawing her nails across your tummy. Her hands worked against your soft skin back and forth, her fingers moving like delicate, pointy spider legs jabbing away at you. You squealed from the sudden change of tactic, flinching your head away and staring terrified as if there actually were a spider crawling on you.
“Y-yohohohour nails!” You whined, unable to stop your eyes from hyper-focusing on your hands. After a few more scribbled to your belly, Megan just smirked and gave you a small pause. She stared at you, eyes cool and smug with a satisfied small smirk on her lips, before raising each of her hands up and wiggling her fingers at you. All ten of her blue and white painted nails, shimmering like foamy water, were reaching out to you as if they were alive and united in the singular desire to tickle you silly.
“What’s that about my nails? Do you like them?” Megan teased, meanly drawing her hands an inch closer to you. Yelping, you flinched back against the couch causing an adoring smile to spread across her face, and leaving her unable to resist the urge to tickle you for any longer. Her nails descended on your midriff, randomly scribbling and scratching all about, following your body as you squirmed and shifted away from her.
“I-I-hahahahAHAHhahahaha!!” Overwhelmed by shyness, you found it easier to simply laugh away. You found yourself leaning back down against the couch, your arms raised to lay loosely folded above your face in a lacklustre attempt to hide your reactions. Every now and then, you forced yourself to look towards Megan, as if you were trying to keep your eyes locked onto a horror movie. You shrunk away whenever you took note of her crawling hands, of the genuine look of enjoyment on her face as she tickled you. You flopped about like a fish out of water, legs finding their way up into the air and flailing all about.
“Jeez, how’d you even get this ticklish?” Megan asked you casually, causing you to ignite with flustered embarrassment. You tilted your blushing face away from her, letting Megan launch a surprise attack against your navel. She circled her index finger around it for a few seconds; as the suspenseful giggles spilled out of your throat, you caught onto what she was doing a second too late before she plunged her nail against your belly button.
“WAHAHAHahahahahahah!!” You shook your head rapidly, feeling her finger wiggle and croon about against you. Her free hand started to squeeze about at your sides and hips, moving up and down enjoying the feeling of your whole body lurching away from her touch, like she was squeezing a bean bag. Since you were rattling about so much, you ended up toppling off over the edge of the couch, landing on the side of your hip while your arms and head still sprawled across the cushions. Megan giggled as you fell, finally managing to escape her hands to both of yours’ disappointment. You shuffled about on the floor, taking in short, shallow breaths to try and recover yourself, and managed to half-push yourself up, leaning your back entirely against the couch.
Seeing your position only gave Megan an exceptionally mean idea though. Since your arms were still limply resting on the top of the couch, Megan took a quick hold of them before planting her knees right on your arms, effectively pinning them beneath her. Startled, you started to struggle about managing to twist around from side to side but it was like your body was stuck on a pivot, being Megan. Whining, you tilted your head back to look up towards Megan, that smug smile never leaving her face.
“That wasn’t a very smart move now, was it?” Megan taunted, deliberately setting her nails down against your inner elbows. She started to brush her fingertips along the length of your skin, swishing back and forth but with each set of motions, she let her hands slip further and further down your arms. On a time limited, you squirmed around in your new helpless, exposing position, unable to stop a panicked smile from spreading across your face.
“I-I don’t meahahan to! This ihihihisn’t fair!” You called out, knowing that you entirely deserved every trace and scratch that was coming your way. Seeing Megan’s smiling face looming above you made your heart throb. Seeing her look so genuinely adoring at the sight of just being a giggly mess was heartwarming. At the ridiculousness of your claim, Megan couldn’t help but giggle along with you, a light, cackling sound which mixed in with your flustered, desperate laughter. You felt your heart growing lighter at the sight and the noise, feeling perfectly safe even as Megan’s fingers marched towards your death spot, because Megan was laughing with you. She was enjoying this as much as you were, enjoying seeing all your natural reactions, enjoying hearing you laugh, watching you squirm and most of all, enjoying her sweet revenge.
“Oh, poor baby, if I wanted to treat you fairly after how annoying you’ve been, I’d be doing this!” Without warning, Megan’s hands slid down straight to the hollows of your armpits before scratching all about against the taut, stretched out spots.
“WAHAHAHAHAI-HOHOHOHOLD UHUHUHUP! I CAHAHAHAN’T MOHOHOHOVE MY AHAHAHARMS!!” Any words of resistance were utterly flushed out by your overwhelming laughter. Your body shook about from all your over-reactionary screaming and shouting, bouncing about on the spot and uselessly tensing your arms against Megan’s legs.
“Oh, I know baby, that’s kinda the whole point actually.” Megan smiled cheekily. Her nails worked intricately against you, balling themselves up at the centre of your hollows before then spread themselves out to the edges of your armpits slowly, and then sliding back to the middle. Megan sunk her predatory nails into your soft skin, rippling against your flesh as she happily tormented your absolute worst spot.
“What’s the matter, baby? I thought you wanted me to give you attention, but now you’re asking me to hold up and wait? Can’t you just make up your mind already?” Megan asked in a deliberately bored tone, acting indifferently as if you weren’t a squirming, screaming mess beneath her. Your legs kept on kicking all about in front of you, threatening to pop right out of their sockets. Your torso was limply stuck against the couch, not able to stray too far due to Megan pinning down your ankles. Plus, the awkward positioning left your midriff completely exposed only causing a jelly-like feeling of anticipation to wash over you. No way Megan would let an opportunity like that pass her by.
“I DIHIHIHIDN’T THIHIHIHINK IT WOULD BE THIIHIHIHIS BAHAHAHAHAHAD!!” You whined, staring up at her with pleading eyes though you weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for.
“Uh huh? And why would you think that? We both know just how ticklish you are; did you really think you can handle this, brat?” Megan asked superiorly, before capitalising off of those exposed spots of you. She raked her nails from your armpits down to your hips, randomly squeezing at your sides or scratching her hands across your taut tummy. Your midriff felt like it was on fire, a piano for Megan to play to force out all those adorable little reactions from you. Squeezing your sides got you to shriek and shrink away, scratching at your tummy got you to laugh louder while your armpits left you squirming violently against her.
“IHIHIHI’M NOHOHOHOHOT A BRAHAHAHAHAT!!” You shouted, just so that you could be stubborn about something. Megan raised an eyebrow and returned her hands to your armpits, starting to scribble around the entire surface of them. Your hollows, the sides of your armpits, your shoulders, just clawing about at whatever bits of ultra-ticklish skin she could reach.
“Oh yeah? Then maybe I’ll just have to tickle you until you admit that you are,” Megan threatened lowly, a little grin sprouting across her lips. You were completely overwhelmed by the sensations. Practically any nerve that was close to your armpits were ten times as sensitive as the rest of her body. Having Megan’s devilish nails focus on them was clouding up your mind, making it impossible to think of anything but the electric sensations in your armpits.
“I-IHIHIHI’M NOHOHOHOHOT DOHOHOHOING THAT!!” You insisted once more, a nervous smile stretching onto your face, already heating up at the prospect. Though, seeing how ravenously Megan was tickling away at you, you felt as though this may be a battle which you would lose.
“Then I guess you’re just gonna get tickled, silly. Coochie coochie coo!” Megan teased you childishly, before giggling equally childishly at realising she said the word coochie. Twice. Hearing her giggling was the straw which sent you over the edge, unable to resist the sweet sound of your girlfriend’s laughter and the cruel feeling of her nails against you.
“IHIHIHI’M A BRAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHN, OHOHOHOHOHOKAY? HAAHHAAHAPPY?!” You blurted out, face as red as it ever had been in your life. Fortunately, Megan took some mercy on you and stopped tickling, leaving you to catch your breath while your cheeks practically sizzled against the cool air. Your legs curled up close to you, worn out from how much they’d been flailing like a wild animal. Loose giggles still found their way past your lips as you recovered from the vicious tickle attack. Careful, Megan hoisted you up and pulled you back up onto the couch, allowing you to lie face down against the cushioned leather as she sat beside you.
“Hey now, don’t die on me, okay?” Megan teased, brushing your hand against your back, rubbing it about in circles. You winced at the dull touch.
“It would be your fault,” You murmured, already leaning into her touch as you lied completely flat down on the couch.
“That’d be a pretty funny gravestone. Death from being too ticklish,” Megan giggled at her own joke while you let out a flustered whine, burying your face into the couch. Drawing closer, Megan cooed as she started to run her nails lightly against the surface of your back, as if she were dragging her fingers through your hair tenderly.
“Haven’t you pouted enough for today?” Megan asked, while bubbly little giggles start to built up inside you. You completely relaxed at the feeling of Megan’s nails against your back, the scratching sensations satisfying your sensory cravings just right, even letting that little bit of laughter slip out.
“Ehehehe..nehehehever enough..” You muttered in response, already feeling pacified by the feeling of nails working against you. You smiled softly, resting your head on your cheek to get a better look at Megan’s adoring smile. Seeing how comfortable and pleased she was just from seeing you happy and relaxed caused an unbelievably shy smile to blossom onto your face. Megan grinned at your bashful display.
“Uh huhhh, whatever you say baby,” Megan nodded along, making sure to avoid those extra sensitive spots at the back of your sides, not wanting to potentially pull you out of your tracks and into another laughing fit. Her nails worked as if they were sewing a consistent pattern across your back, lovingly scratching at regular intervals. It was almost like a massage, as if she were trying to tickle away every last bit of tension. All the while you couldn’t help but let those soft giggles keep on spilling out of your mouth.
“Is this why you love being a brat so much?” Megan asked, her legs sprawled across yours as it became difficult to distinguish between the two of you, seeing how clingy you both were.
“M-mhm..” You hummed in response, gently nodding your head. Megan considered this as she felt you softly twitching against her, how shaky your torso got with each little fluff of giggling that sounded out from you, feeling each instinctual twitch as she traced her fingers against your back.
“I think you should do it more then.” Megan decided, feeling like she could stay in this moment forever.
At a loss for words, you found yourself saying the only one that came to mind. “Pleahahase..!”
hey so this story came to me in a scenario and I can’t stop thinking about it 😭 so here you go, also I promise I will be writing other Katseye members, if you have any requests lemme know! Megan is just my bias and I am the unofficial president of the ler Megan agenda! 🤗
characters: switch!megan, switch!y/n (ler lara for a little bit)
warnings: swearing
summary: you keep winding up Megan in soundcheck and she promises revenge, and she definitely gets it.
word count: 2030
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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕
the familiar sound of your own song M.I.A blasted through the speakers as you and your bandmates, who also doubled as your bestfriends skipped onto stage. All wearing cute but casual outfits. See, it wasn’t time for the actual show but instead it was soundcheck. An extra little performance that VIP fans could come and watch before the show. The only difference was that it was majorly more laid back. A chance for you and the girls to have a silly fun time on stage with fans in the audience and with eachother, while singing the setlist. No pressure, no expectations, it was almost just like a big hangout.
and being the absolute menace you were, it was an excuse to reek havoc and cause chaos. and best believe you already had a target in mind.
Megan had the microphone held close to her mouth, singing her line as she slung her arm around your shoulder in a casual jest of affection. bingo. With her proximity and unguarded torso, your hand came down to deliver a squeeze to her side. Causing her to let out an involuntary squeak mid line, an erupt of giggles filling the audience and your bandmates.
Her head snapped to turn at you, jokingly narrowing her eyebrows but couldn’t bite back the smile tugging at the corner of her lips after seeing how proud of yourself you were.
Megan was extremely self critical, her expectations of herself always too high. Especially during the actual show. It was silly lighthearted moments like these that reminded her to let herself relax and enjoy the moment. and what a perfect moment it was to remind her of this during sound check. you weren’t cruel enough to tease her like this during the actual show, where you all knew she was the most harsh on herself.
your line was next, skipping across the stage, away from Megan with a big smug grin plastered on your face.
but that wasn’t the end of it.
as you found yourself singing another line of yours, you galloped towards Megan like a hyperactive toddler and when you reached near enough your finger darted out to poke at her wide. Causing the girl to jolt to the side with a small yelp. “y/n!” unbothered, you kept singing. you were so clearly testing her patience.
In another endeavor, you snuck up behind Megan as her back was turned to you, distracted and talking to Lara while Sophia was belting out her line. darting your hands out, you squeezed at both of her sides at the same time. Her knees buckled and she shrieked out, immediately spinning around to playfully glare at you. Lara brung her hand up to her mouth to fight back the giggles, Sophia stumbled on her singing, Daniella was snickering, Manon was grinning and yoonchae nodding in approval. With the fans in the audience cheering you on. However, Megan’s eyes were glowing with a playful annoyance. “you are so dead when we get back” she promised. Megan was never one to go back on her promises, ever.
you jokingly stuck your tongue out at her in a sign of cheeky defiance, although on the inside your heart spiked at her promised revenge. but did that stop you? absolutely not.
multiple more times during soundcheck you found a way to sneak in tickles towards Megan. Digging yourself further into that hole. The hole that was Megan’s eventual retaliation.
Then the actual show arrived and it went by smoothly. Everybody giving their all and it showed. The audience responding by screaming your own lyrics back at you, and cheering constantly. The energy was at an all time high as adrenaline coursed through all seven of you, allowing you all to perform and thrive on the stage.
As the outro to your last song, “My way” rang through the stadium. You and the girls happily waved at the fans. Some of you including air kisses and heart gestures. The response from the room was ecstatic. Fans were currently shouting their lungs out and ferociously clapping. Just reinforcing to you and the girls that all hard work pays off in the best ways.
As soon as you all entered backstage, a shared feeling of pride and satisfaction carried through the room. “good job guys” Sophia, the ever sweet and gentle leader praised. “that was a great show” Manon added, smiling warmly and wiping some sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. You all went round and did your end of show routine, hugging eachother with a heavy sense of love fulfillment. Lastly, Megan eagerly wrapped her arms around you, enveloping you. You didn’t hesitate to return the hug, burying your head in her shoulder. However, with your face mushed against her, your lips twitched with a smirk as for one final time your hands quickly targeted her sides once again, squeezing at both of them. The ticklish jolt shot through her, her knees buckling once again and her arms dropped from their grip around you. That was your final straw and even you were aware enough to realize. So with that, you bolted.
Megan’s eyes widened, the girls giggled around her “y/n!! get back here you little-!” and with an instant she following your tracks, sprinting after you.
the chase was on.
you were dashing across the backstage, weaving in between people and obstacles. While Megan was hot on your heels, charging after you. She was a lot quicker than what you initially thought. “y/n I swear to god!!-“ A new sense of adrenaline rushed through your body, carrying your feet faster then your mind could comprehend. desperately trying not to stumble as your legs seemed to move faster then your body. You found yourself dashing into the carpark, shooting towards your usual chauffeur. key word on usual, he was use to the amount of chaos that was intact after every ride with you guys. he had learnt to just tune you out. And sure enough as soon as you dived into the car, he sighed, shook his head and started the car. Assuming that the other girls would be following shortly after.
you threw yourself into the backseat. a feeble attempt of escape, but where else were you supposed to go?
not long after, Megan scampered into the backseat. “gotcha!” She had you pushed up against the car door, sitting on your legs. “I mean, really? your best idea was running to the car?” “megan! wait!-“ she wasted no time into shooting her fingers down to your sides, rapidly skittering up and down.
the girls soon after piled in and were greeted by the sight of your helpless squirms and high pitched giggles. “get her ass megan!!” Lara encouraged, all of them sitting down to watch the show. Without asking any questions, the chauffeur began to drive.
“ahahaha wahahait!- Ihihim sohohorryyy!!” you giggly squeak out, desperately trying to twist your torso in an attempt to escape her evil fingers. “oh, now your sorry?!” Megan asked rhetorically, the audacity of you apologizing now only motivated her further. Her tickles moved to your stomach, using one hand to scurry across the hypersensitivity area as her free hand held your wrists together to stop your prying hands. “should have thought about that before being an annoying little shit!”
her fingers clawed into your tummy, your hips bucking up, head thrown back against the car door. “hehehehahhaha!! I- ahhaha!! nohohoho!!” you knew any aim to escape would lead to being futile. “awh, what’s wrong? too ticklish?” Megan cooed, clearly not feeling bad for you in the slightest. none of the members did. you had absolutely zero sympathy points from anybody, not even the chauffeur. Infact, Daniella had her phone out, recording this. “oh I am so posting this on weverse” the curly haired girl snickered to herself. as the girls cheered Megan on, apart from yoonchae who was bashfully sat in the corner but nonetheless admiring the havoc. “oh! oh! get her armpits!” Manon called out unapologetically.
with the new idea, Megan’s fingers moved north. worming her fingers into the spaces under your arms and scratching her fingertips back and forth. “nohoho! i- i CAHAHANT!!-“ you begin thrashing against the leather seats. “ohohoh, bad spot?” she teased, smirking so proudly as she watched you literally fall apart beneath her from a few wiggling fingers. “YOHOU KNOHOW IHIT IHIHIS!!!” you screeched out, the giggles tearing deep from you and bouncing off the car interior. “well yeah, but it’s still fun to tease you about it” she added, relentlessly digging her digits into the hollows. “yohour MEHHEANN!!” you called out, although it sounded like gibberish mixed between your endless bouts of laughter. “awh what was that? couldn’t quite hear you over all the giggles!” Megan cooed again, the mock sympathy only adding to your flustered stage.
her fingers travelled south again, jamming into the spaces between your ribs, playing them like a piano. I mean, she was in the music industry after all. your giggles were incessant, a never ending stream of pure unadulterated laughter. body writhing, shoulders shaking, eyes clenched shut almost like if you couldn’t see the tickles it would make them go away. “your so fucking ticklish, it’s actually hilarious” Megan pointed out with a giggle of her own. “I AHAM NOHOT-“ you protested, your cheeks glowing a dusky pink at the mention. but your protests immediately falling short through your giggly filled speach.
Megan furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head at your fruitless denial. “oh, your not?” she questioned before moving a finger back to your armpits, just to be smug and further prove you wrong. and that she did as your response was nothing short of an impaling shriek. “OKAHAY! WAHAIT-“ “yeah that’s what I thought. don’t play.” Megan responded proudly.
she then placed her fingers back down to your sides, slipping just under your shirt this time to scratch at the sensitive patch of skin. However she was met with a surprise when her digits accidentally slipped to a specific spot on the back of your sides. You yelped and your hips bucked up. Even all the other girls eyes flickered wide, surprise of their own. This clearly being an undiscovered spot. Until now of course. “oh my god! what was that?!” Megan asked through giggles, giving a single scratch at that spot again. Again, causing you to buck and an instinctive squeak to rip from you. “no! dont!-“ “what? you seriously expect me to not check this out?” unsurprisingly, your pleas fell on death ears as Megan began to skitter at that spot. over, and over and over again. “AHAHHA! FUHUCK! WAHAIT!-“ your back arched off the leather seat, as her fingers targeting the skin where your sides and your back meet. “how did we not know this sooner?!” Megan asked, almost in a playful shock. but overall giddy at the new discovery. tears began to collect in the corner of your eyes from how hard you were laughing, your words were all jumbled, causing you to spew out utter nonsense.
then Lara couldn’t hold back anymore, she leaned across to scribble a few digits under your knee. Causing your head to fly back against the door. “THAHATS NOHOT FAHAHAIR!!” you yelled out. “I’m sorry! you just look to cute!!” lara cooed. both of them working in tandem to draw out endless heaps of squeaky giggles.
luckily, after one noisy ride. the chauffeur pulled up to your hotel. immediately causing the attack to come to a quick halt. leaving you gasping out for air and panting. “you okay there?” Megan asked with a snicker, getting off you so they could get out of the car. “no!” you whined, still collecting your breath. “oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t deserve that!” she smiled, helping you up and out the car. “yeah yeah, whatever” you couldn’t hold back a smile of your own, rolling your eyes affectionately.
“you know I always follow through on my promises” she added, holding your arm and you all walked into your hotel. if you weren’t tired after the show, you were definitely tired now.
in honor of me being absolutely obsessed with the genre of gamer Megan and also because of her playing (and winning!) the Valorant tournament, I wrote this!! also sorry I have been so m.i.a recently, life has been BEATING my ass 😭 like I have plans to start writing and then clearly because life hates me it throws another fuckass problem at me 💀
characters: switch!y/n, switch!megan
warnings: tkls, light swearing
summary: Megan’s too focused on her game and you begin to feel slightly ignored, nothing a little distraction can’t fix!
word count: 2062
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𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝑰 𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚
it had been HOURS.
hours of you being forced to listen to the drilling sounds of virtual shooting and your girlfriends occasional grumbling and swearing or cheering and celebrating. see, you never minded having a gamer girlfriend. you were actually into and admired how nerdy Megan was when it came to video games, Valorant especially.
However, when it reached the point of her being sat infront of that pc screen for hours on end while you were forced to sit back, observe or attempt to find another way to entertain yourself. With the monogamous clicking of her mouse and keyboard being a constant reminder that you were in fact not at the top of megan’s priority list in that moment. You found yourself quickly growing bored and starved for attention.
As much as you’d try call out “baby, cmon”, “im bored”, “how much longer are you gonna keep playing?” or try and hint to her that you were 5 seconds away from plucking your eyelashes out individually from the lack of interaction. The response always seemed to be the same. “one more match!”. One. More. Match. You’d heard that response so much you were sure it was tattooed into your brain. The repeated phrase showing up in your nightmares. Because ‘one’ more match, turned into an endless array of more and more matches. You swore you saw the Valorant lobby screen so much it was going to be imprinted behind your eyeballs the next time you tried to fall asleep.
no matter how much you groaned, whined, or made an extra effort to create extra noise as you moved around her bed. you were met with absolutely nothing. not even a slither of hope that you were going to be receiving a single ounce of your girlfriends affection tonight. You felt close to a child trying to pick up crumbs of attention. Or even a donkey with a carrot on a stick. You being the donkey and the carrot on the stick being megans regard. Trying to succeed in an almost unattainable goal.
you began to silently pout.
see, if it wasn’t so oddly endearing how zeroed in Megan was in winning her game. you’d be pissed. but with dating Megan you had grown to learn and appreciate all her quirks. that even being her so hyper focused on her screen that she had seemingly forgotten she had a whole girlfriend laying in her bed. That being said, no matter how much some of Megan’s mannerisms did in-fact irk you. Out of your endless bouts of love for her, you had grown accustomed to them. However, with knowing all of this it still didn’t fail to stop you from sulking at the deprivation of attention.
Though, the moping swiftly turned into an idea. If Megan wasn’t going to willingly give you the affection you so desperately craved. She left you zero choice but to force you into taking action.
with that, you sat up from your petulant sprawled out position and took a few steps behind Megan. Watching her first person pov as she began to shoot at the enemies, taking them down with ease. Megan was so concentrated and locked in on the screen that she didn’t even seem to notice you looming behind her. Taking this to your advantage you then darted your hands out to tickle her sides at both ends of her gaming chair. Causing the girl to shriek out in surprise, her hand to jolt at her mouse and her elbows to immediately clench down, fruitlessly trying to block your prying hands.
“h-hey! what are you-?!”
but you didn’t stop there. your nimble fingers continued to unforgivingly wedge their way into her sides, sinking in with every prod. “y/n!!” Megan squeaked out again, sliding down her gaming chair with her hands still clutched onto her mouse and keyboard. Albeit her center was now split with her aim being incredibly off. Megan was determined to win her match, even with your hands clawing at the girls squishy torso. “aw, can’t focus on your game?” you cooed, unable to bite back a smile as you observed Megan’s feeble attempts to continue her game. Her screen twitching with every miss flick of her mouse and her character being constantly shot at. “stahahahap ihit!!!” her elbows still unsuccessfully striving to push at your wiggling fingers. “maybe if you had payed me attention earlier, you wouldn’t be in this situation!” you snarked, affirmed your point by digging in your fingers further. “buhut my gahahahahme!!” the girl giggled out. Her on screen movements shaky.
unable to cover up your amusement, you called out “screw your game!” and in the retaliation, your digits wormed their way into a gap of her ribs. Causing the girl to squeak and her knee to jolt up, hitting the underside of her desk. “ow! fuhuck!!” Megan didn’t even really have time to really process the pain as she was being unceasingly bombarded with an attack against her ribcage, making a snuffle like sound that worked its way between her heaps of giggles. you couldn’t help but snicker at your girlfriend’s extremely deserved predicament. “y/n! plehehehase!! juhust lemme-“ “nope!” you hastily interrupted, knowing the next words were going to be “finish my match” and that just simply wasn’t going to fly with you. she was going to stop her game. and if it was by any means up to you (which it was), she was going to stop it now.
“you had your chance, this is what you get!”. your fingers then travelled up to her neck, scratching at the side of it. Megan’s shoulders shot up instantly as she slid further down her gaming chair, at an awkward half slouching position. Which was a perfect opportunity for you to shoot your hand to scribble at the girls tummy, her dark blue jersey tshirt bunching up with every wiggled movement. Another knee jerk reaction followed as she crunched over. Head ducking slightly and her hands finally leaving her mouse and keyboard, aborting mission. “okahahay!! okahahayy!!”
the white flags were waved. and yet the white flags were not received as your digits incessantly scritched all over Megan’s torso. She threw her head back against the gaming chair, the giggles bursting out. It was a common thought for you that you could genuinely die happy any day just because you got the privilege to hear her laugh. Her giggles often described as ‘infectious’ and ‘dorky’. Which was spot on. Megan had the type of laugh that made anybody within hearing distance smile, just from hearing how bubbly and genuine it always was.
Megan’s eyes crinkled and her whisker dimples fully out on show, arguably your absolute favorite part of her smile. “hehehehahaha!! I sahahahaid okahahahayyy!!” and only when you could see that Megan was genuinely running out of steam, you let up. retracting your hands to watch as the girl desperately tried to catch her breath, rubbing her hand over her forehead. “you’re such an asshole” she huffed out. But you could see the corner of her lips twitching up, betraying her amusement. “you deserved that! you ignored me for your game for hours!” you giggled, seeing her out of breath state.
“I don’t know why your giggling like your safe” Megan then mused, tilting her head and giving you a once over. with furrowed eyebrows you responded “what’s that supposed to mean?”. Megan then snickered and shook her head playfully. “what? you really thought I was just gonna let you distract me from my game.. and not get you back for it?”. Before you even had time to register, she pounced on you. Causing you to fall back onto the bed as she sat on-top of your waist. Pinning you down to the grey sheets. “hey! wait! that’s not how this works!” you protested, already twitching with anticipation.
“well it is now!” the girl combatted, and then sprung her hands down to squeeze at your sides. the squishy area right above your hip bone. the spot that she knew made you buck like crazy. And proving her point, your hips buckled and you squeaked out, so high pitched that is bounced off any surface within a meter radius. “wahahahahahait!! mehehehegan!!” your head tipped back against the bed as you quite literally writhed underneath her. “what?! I thought you wanted my attention, no?” Megan snickered and began relentlessly squeezing up and down your sides. every squeeze caused you to jolt, making it difficult for Megan to keep her balance. As if she was on one of those rodeo bulls. “nohohot lihike thihihis!!” your face scrunched up as the ticklish sensations coursed through your whole body, proving it difficult to stay still. “well that’s just too bad” the gamer squeezed at every syllable.
“jesus you’re squirmy!” Megan pointed out, she tried to capture your hands and hold them above your head in an endeavor to stop your hands from pushing her off and immediatelyshot her other hand under your shirt, scratching at your lower navel. “nohohohoho!!!” her god awful pointy nails scratching all around the sensitive area, making your nerve ending feel as though they were on fire. “how’d you get this ticklish, huh?” she rhetorically asked and your response was nothing short but thunderous bursts of endless giggles. that was enough of an answer to her question. Megan couldn’t help but lovingly giggle along with you, admiring how adorably ticklish you were. “I mean, it’s ridiculous! look at you!”
your hands shook in her grip, feet kicking out against the mattress. And what didn’t help was when Megan suddenly placed her hands on your wrists, using a few nails to trace down your arms. eyes widened, body twitching and flushed cheeks. you knew what was going to happen. your fate was completely sealed in a unforgiving, tickly glue. “oh? what’s wrong?” Megan mused, sliding her acrylic nails down your forearm, taunting you.
“mei- cmon, please, don’t” you uselessly tried to protest, looking up at the girl as suddenly your whole body felt close to a live wire. “don’t what?” she asked, swirling her nails centimeters above your hypersensitive spot. But before you even had a chance to reply, her digits moved south and skittered around in your hollows. “no! no! no! NO! PFFT- HAHAHHAHA!” your increase in laughter made your whole body shake by the force. “ohhhh! you don’t want me to tickle here?.. riiight here?” punctuating her sentence with a particularly cruel scratch against your armpit. Shaking your head, you were condemned to the overbearing ticklish feeling. “I CAHAHAHAHANT!!-“ you practically yelled out, your face scrunched up. “awh, you can’t handle it? should’ve thought about that before distracting me from my game!” Megan sung the last part out in a stupidly teasing sing song voice, overly smug because she knew she had you right where she wanted. Beneath her and being tickled the shit outta. “BUHUHUT-“ you tried to speak, but was once again interrupted my Megan’s complacent tone. “I know, I know.. you wanted my attention soooo badly, right?” She gently traced her nail around your underarms and yet even this was still too much for you with your head sunken back into the mattress and practically screaming out. “and now you’ve got it and your still not happy! god, your impossible!” Megan joked, over exaggerating as her single finger wiggled around.
“FUHUCK! OKAHAY! STAHAP!” you yelled, trying to jerk your wrists out of her hold to desperately try and block out the overwhelming ticklish sensation. And with that, Megan finally relented. Soothing the area with a gentle rub, even that elicited little twitches from you.
The gamer then climbed off you, admiring your worn out state, until she heard your soft and borderline needy voice speak up. “are you gonna go back to your games?..” looking up at her like a kicked puppy.
Megan’s whole expression softened and she shook her head “no baby, I’m all yours” she spoke gentle as she scooped up your bundled form to cuddle you close to her chest, her fingers natively running through the ends of your hair. “finally” you mumbled out, face nuzzled comfortably into the crook of her neck. where you belonged.
and with Megan’s game long forgotten. As promised, she spent the rest of the evening showering you in all kinds of affection, as if she was making up for the hours you had to wait for it.
Summary: Y/N decides to “borrow” one of Megan’s shirts to get a reaction out of her. However, after trying to put on a shirt that Megan had outgrown years ago, you end up stuck. Megan makes the most out of this situation.
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Attention-Aholic
When you weren’t getting attention from Megan, a large portion of your time was dedicated in trying to get Megan’s attention. Naturally. Obviously. You still had to convince yourself that dating the glammed out, world famous pop star was your reality and not some maladaptive day dream that you had gotten stuck in. Every pinch and poke from her confirmed that you were very much awake however.
You’d went through just about every tactic. Randomly lying on top of her. Spamming her messages with anything that reminded you of her. You’d even taken her phone and ran off with it. Seeing that smile on her face as she ran after you was just another pleasant reminder as to how lucky you considered yourself to be.
But still, that could hardly be enough. Even with her as your girlfriend, most days you found yourself suffering from a Megan deficiency which left you occupying yourself with finding new ways to catch her attention.
Which is why you were looking through her wardrobe right now.
Courtesy of rich girl privileges, Megan had two wardrobes: one to house all her regular clothing while all the other stored any outfits that she used during tours, shows and the like. She was more defensive over the latter whenever a show was actually near, not wanting anything to be a speck out of place. But with her schedule work-free, there was nothing wrong with messing around a bit in there.
A few minutes ago, a brilliant idea occurred to you to casually wear one of Megan’s outfits and see how long it would take for her to notice. Of course, with how particular she was over her work clothes, she’d notice you immediately.
Which is exactly you wanted, of course.
You decided to start with finding a top, which Megan has absolutely no shortages of. You decided you didn’t want to make yourself too obvious so you tried to find an outfit that Megan likely hadn’t worn in some time and so reached to the back of the wardrobe. What you pulled out was a material that felt sort of like leather, cropped with long sleeves. It seemed perfect.
That was until you tried to put it on. Everything was going well until it reached around about your elbows. Wiggling into the shirt up until that point hadn’t been easy; it was like trying to stuff your foot into a shoe which had outgrown you. But when you reached that critical point, moving didn’t just become difficult, it felt almost impossible. It was as if your arms had been wedged inside Megan’s shirt, which wouldn’t have been too strenuous to free yourself from if it wasn’t for the fact that your hands were still stuck inside the sleeves so you had no real way of manoeuvring yourself about.
Unless you asked for help. Though that would require leaving your shared bedroom with your arms stuck above your head like some kind of scarecrow, and would force you to provide an explanation to Megan as to what exactly you were trying to. Still though, without options and with a flustered feeling bubbling up in your chest, you decided to bite the bullet, fumbled to get the door knob open and approached Megan in the living room.
You hadn’t interrupted her doing anything important; this was meant to essentially be a vacation for her after all. From what you could tell, she was just lying down on your shared, pinkish couch, with puffy black pillows supporting her back. One of her hands languidly tapped away at her screen, replying to Instagram comments.
“Uh-Megan?” You asked, your voice a bit smaller than you anticipated. Instantly, Megan twisted towards you, slapping her phone down casually. She stared for a moment, registering the sight before a dimpled smile broke out across her face and soft, hysterical giggles slipped past her white teeth.
“Pff-ehehehe!! Y/N! What did you do?” Megan asked incredulously, one hand half-covering her mouth. Already your cheeks were flushed. You shuffled about on the spot.
“I was just trying something on and I…got stuck.” You admitted, struggling and completely failing to make eye contact with Megan’s laugh-ridden irises. Somehow she managed to calm down from her laughing fit and tilted her head towards you, scanning you up and down with her eyes.
“Is that one of my shirts?” She asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. You looked even further away.
“Maybe…” you admitted with a pout.
“Y/N! That one is like, super old, I don’t even think that I fit in it anymore. What were you even wearing it for anyway?” Megan asked curiously, deciding to turn your plight into an interrogation.
“Well, I figured that I wasn’t gonna get any attention from you so one of your shirts was gonna have to do.” You responded with a pouting cadence, biting at your inner cheek. Megan let out a giggly sigh.
“I was literally just in the other room. You know you can always just come to me when you want my attention, right baby?” Megan asked.
“Okay, that’s really sweet but can we talk about this when I don’t look like some messed up action figure?” You pouted a bit more desperately. Megan gave in with a deeper smile and a little exhale from her nose.
“Fine then, come here.” Megan sat up and gestured for you to come closer. Bending down as if you were bowing allowed Megan to take hold of your sleeves and begin tugging on them, but even with that the shirt remained uncooperative and stuck onto you. After a few moments of pulling, she gave up and took in quick breaths as you stumbled back slightly.
“I think,” Megan stated, “we need a better plan than that.” She giggled. “Okay, can you come here and lie down sweetie? I’ll be able to pull on it better.” Megan requested. It was hard to say no to that sweetie nickname, so you did exactly as you were told. Albeit your movements were limited and awkward, you managed to lie down on your back, sprawled across the couch, giggling a little already just from how challenging this tiny problem had become.
For her credit, Megan did try and help you initially. Standing behind you, she pressed her foot up against the arm rest and started tugging at your sleeves. She made a bit of progress as it began rolling up your underarms. Not enough progress apparently.
“Could you go any slower?” You asked, quietly and sarcastically, just throwing fuel into the fire. You couldn’t stop the small smile that came onto your face as you said that, and couldn’t help but steal a glance at Megan’s jokingly offended expression which morphed into a challenging grin.
“Oh, you think you’re real funny, don’t you?” Megan asked, taking a break from all her pulling and tugging as she stood next to you. Relaxed, or at least trying to appear as such, you crossed your ankles over each one another and gave her a pleasant smile.
“I am really funny though.” You bragged.
“Yeah.” Megan agreed. “But I bet I could make you laugh more.”
Suddenly, her acrylic, pinkish nails began scribbling across the bare skin of your midriff, sharply and randomly. Her touch hit like cold water being splashed onto you, breaking you out from your thoughts and replacing them with shaking, desperate squirming.
“Ahahaha-!! Meh-mehehehegan!!” You choked out in a high-pitched tone, totally shocked and caught off guard. Your knees curled way up to your chest but Megan casually pushed them back down before taking a seat on your thighs, with your whole torso bared like a canvas in front of her. She grinned at that, starting to casually tap-tap-tap her nails at random points on your tummy and sides.
“Pfft, you’re so gonna get it now.” Megan threatened, as if you weren’t already petrified enough. You couldn’t stop all those little giggles from pouring out of your throat, like water overflowing out of a cup. Megan’s nails were teasing and testing you, trying to find those sweet spots that made your smile curl a little wider, make your laughter a little louder.
“I dihihihidn’t even do anything!” You defended yourself horribly, perhaps knowing that it would only rile Megan up even more. Which it did. Immediately. She started softly tracing a long spiral pattern against your belly, slowing moving her hands in tandem with one another. Megan’s fingers wobbled and slid against your bared skin, gently running across the surface like skates against an ice rink.
“You stole my shirt, you little thief! Theft’s a serious crime you know; you’re lucky to be getting off with only time in tickle jail.” Megan teased, lowering herself to the same childish standards that you defended yourself with, only making you blush even harder. You tried to tilt your reddened face away, but this shirt was stupidly restrictive, making you leave all your silly little reactions on display for Megan. Your quivering stomach, your uncontrollable grin, you slightly squinted eyes.
“Ihihit’s not steahahahaling if we’re girlfriends!” You protested, your voice on the cusp of shrieking. As Megan’s fingers swirled and swirled around your tummy, they were gradually making their way closer to the centre. Nervous anticipation started to build up in you.
“How about we get a jury to decide then?” Megan asked, slipping her phone into her hand and swiping about across the screen. She tilted it towards you, showing off the Katseye group chat. While it was meant to be private for members of Katseye only, Megan didn’t want you to be left out and had gotten you added in. It didn’t take much convincing though; you were universally adored. Before you could even defend yourself, she was already recording.
“Hey girls!” She cheered, her nails scritching and scratching about your belly. Your legs kicked about weakly underneath her as you tossed from left to right.
“Hehehehehelp me!” You called out, blushing even more when the camera was flicked up to you for a moment, though Megan was kind enough to mostly save you from that humiliation. Or maybe she just wanted the sight all to herself.
“So, as you can see, Y/N took one of my old shirts and ended up getting stuck in it, don’t you think that tickling her silly is a good punishment?” Megan asked in a voice that made it evident that she wouldn’t take no for an answer. You still tried to put up an argument either way.
“Thihihis is torture!” Your cries for release went ignored.
“Hey, what dos this button do?” Megan asked, and you unfortunately mistook that she was still talking about the phone. You were proved wrong though once she slipped her index nail straight into your belly button, lightly circling it about the hyper sensitive bundle of nerves.
“AHAHAHAHA!! MEHEHEHEGAN, PLEAHAHAHAHASE!!” You laughed out, fairly certain that your neighbours hated you by now given how frequent these little tickle attacks were, though there was nothing little about how Megan was treating you right now. This had to be the biggest, most damning tickle attack that you had ever faced.
Megan gigged at your reaction as she put the phone down, quitting recording your embarrassment. “Oh I see, it’s a begging button! You’re like one of those tickle me Elmo toys, all I have to do is press right here and you’ll laugh for me!” Megan cheered, giggling at just how silly and adorable she found you right now, loving how she was able to hear your sweet laughter and see your pretty smile just by touching you. Fortunately, that only meant you’d be getting tickled even more.
“DOHOHON’T SAHAHAY THAT!! IHIHI’M TOHOHOUGH!!” You protested, with the biggest smile on your face. Megan straight up giggled at you.
“Uh huhh? Yeah, baby, you’re so tough. Tough girls definitely giggle their heads off when they get tickled. Nuh uh, sweetie, you’re a tickly little ticklish girl.” Megan winked, wiggling her nails about in your navel while her free had squeezed away at your side, brushing up and down your skin. It was like each squeeze and wiggle ignited the nerves beneath your skin, setting your whole body alight in ticklish ecstasy. Your legs kicked extra hard beneath Megan but she remained undeterred.
“SH-SHUHUHUT UP!! IHIHI’M NOT EHEHEVEN TI-THAHAHAHAT!” You blushed, feeling the hole that you had been digging getting big enough to swallow you whole.
“Hm? What’s the matter, baby? Tickles got your tongue?” Megan smirked, pausing her assault as her hands finally left your midriff alone. Though, a few seconds after stopping, she gave you a couple squeezes and pinches across your tummy, just to hear that off-guard, surprised shriek before stopping completely. While you caught your breathing, whining a little, Megan took her phone back in her hand and opened the group chat taking the opportunity to read off a few messages.
“Aww, Manon said that you look adorable and that she wishes she were here right now.
Ohh, see, Lara agrees with me, she said that you deserve all your tickles and more!
Ha, Yoon-Chae asked how you are even that ticklish.” Megan giggled to herself happily as your already reddened cheeks spread out to infect the rest of your face.
“It’s not like I chose to be this uh..” you suddenly lost your ability to speak though Megan graciously saved you from flustering yourself even more.
“Adorably sensitive?”
Maybe she wasn’t helping how flustered you were. A little squeak squeezed its way out of your lips, making you choke up with embarrassment.
“Shut up! Can’t you just help me?!” You whined loudly, giving Megan enough fuel to set her off again.
“Hmm, shut up?” Megan repeated, her voice having a superior, almost dominant cadence to it as she fully settled herself down on your hips, straddling you. “Maybe I don’t wanna help you if you’re going to be speaking to me like that, you brat. Maybe I just wanna hear you laugh some more.”
Megan began sliding her fingertips up from your sides across your ribs, setting off a new burst of giggles from you. Though once her hands didn’t stop, you felt an entirely new kind of nervousness wash over you.
“Wahahahait, Mehehehegan-!” You called out.
“Your laughter is getting real loud, isn’t it? Bad spot or something?” Megan asked, as her nails teetered around the bottoms of your ultra sensitive hollows. “I wonder…how loud can your laughter get?” Megan asked quietly, before spidering her nails directly into those soft, stuck pits of yours.
“BAHAHAHA!! MEHEHEHEHEGAN!!” You cried out. Your death spot wasn’t a secret to her at all. She’d tickled you right here before many, many times. But, she has a talent at building up anticipation around it regardless. Knowing that Megan’s lethal nails were anywhere near your armpits was enough to get you giggling normally. Actually feeling them make contact had you totally screaming for her.
“Ooo, that’s pretty loud, but I think that you can do better than that, can’t you?” Megan encouraged you meanly, smirking down at you in a way that was both adorable and menacing. You shrieked and squealed, pounding the couch with your feet and twisted your hips up against Megan, but nothing you did could save your poor pits from her swirling, circling fingers.
“MEHEHE-MEHEI MEI!! THIHIHIS IS A BAHAHAHAD SPOHOHOHOT!!” You cried out, barely able to get your words out through your constant flowing stream of laughter.
“Huh? I thought you weren’t ticklish,” Megan responded nonchalantly, aloof, as if you weren’t a writhing mess beneath her. Though her grinning face said it all, as did the ferocity of her nails as they softly scribbled away at your skin, as if they were digging for treasure.
“MAHAHAHAYBE A BIHIHIHIT!!” You admitted reluctantly, still trying to cling to some semblance of dignity that had long shattered.
“A bit?” Megan challenged, raising an eyebrow again as she clawed her nails right at the centre of your hollows.
“A LOHOHOHOT, A LOHOHOHOT!!” You admitted fully, face burning as your heart turned into a mushy pit of jelly from how flustered you were. Megan’s widening smirk indicated that your answer pleased her.
“Obviously you are. My ticklish girl.” Megan sighed dreamily, content to keep happily scribbling away at your poor armpits as you screamed and thrashed beneath her. She took care never to tickle you too hard though, generally sticking to the softer forms of tracing or if she were feeling especially mean, gently raking her nails against your brazenly sensitive skin.
“That’s really strange though, I could’ve sworn that there was a realllllyyyy tough girl under me just a moment ago. Do you think a tough girl would be laughing like this, Giggles?” She asked you, and you damn hear felt your brain melting and going haywire from how hot your cheeks were feeling. For a few moments, all you could do was laugh helplessly before you remembered English.
“NOHOHO, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” You agreed with her, shaking your head, telling her everything that she wanted to hear just because she was giving you a bit of tickling.
“Thought so. Now, are you ever gonna steal my clothes again?” Megan asked, surprising you with a switch up by shooting one of her hands down to squeeze around your hips while the other continued to poke about your armpits.
“NohohOHOHO-‘m nohohohot gohohoOHOHONNA-!!” You nodded profusely, not wanting to give Megan even the slightest reason to keep working you down. After a few more moments of tickling, Megan finally decided to take some mercy on you as her hands slowed to a stop, before she tapped your nose.
“Damm right you’re not.” She confirmed, before her grin switched down into a kind smile. “Are you feeling alright, baby? You need anything?” Her mood flipped like a light switch, ready to tend your every need. Luckily, her being here was more than enough for you.
“N-no, I’m fine, thank you.” You managed to respond, as if she just hadn’t made you scream-laugh with everything you had in you. Your body completely relaxed beneath Megan, devoid of energy which allowed her to pull the under-sized shirt off of your limp form with some effort. You graciously stretched your arms before curling them to your sides, thankful to have your mobility back.
As well as protection from your tickle monster girlfriend. But you didn’t really want that either way.
Megan plopped herself down next to you on the couch again and, like a koala clinging to a tree branch, you instantly found yourself curled up against her arm, head resting needily against her shoulder.
“I promise I won’t rob your clothes again.” You said.
“Thanks, sweetie. But you know, if you wanted to take that shirt more, I wouldn’t really mind.” Megan said right above your ear, her words intimate as if they were just for you. Your cheeks, which had finally returned to a normal colour, were now a rosy tint and you felt your heart started to beat irrationally fast.
“Oh yeah?” You asked.
“Mhm. You know, I’ll always be around to help if you happen to get…stuck again.” Megan insinuated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as she pulled you in nice and close. With the phantom traces of her sweet, sharp nails against your skin and her now warm embrace keeping you nice and safe, you find the idea incredibly charming. You cuddled up against her some more.
Summary: Megan and Lara discover a vase in the hotel they’re staring at was broken, but Y/N and Yoonchae keep blaming each other. They decide to tickle them until they tell the truth.
Warnings: Tickle Fic, Romance between Megan and Y/N
Word Count: 4,000.
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“So, who broke it?”
Yoonchae pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. Y/N folded her hands on her lap, messing about with her fingers, unable to stop a little grin from creeping across her lips.
“I’m glad that you’re finding this funny.” Megan teased sternly. Y/N let out a nervous giggle, shuffling against Megan’s shoulder. Y/N and Yoonchae were bunched up next to each other on the couch, shoulders tangled up, with Megan and Lara sitting on either side of them with their feet up on the coffee table, leaving you two with no where to run off to.
See just a few minutes ago, a loud smashing sound rang out through your hotel room, promptly accompanied by the discovery of pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Upon Megan and Lara’s investigation, they found you and Yoonchae in the room together, with both of you insisting that the other was responsible. So, you were dragged over to the couch and promptly pressed between Megan and Yoonchae, with Lara flanking Yoonchae’s other side. Your heart was already hammering away at your chest, a cheeky smile across your face as you attempted to avoid any eye contact.
“You know, if neither of you are gonna answer,” Lara began, wrapping an arm around Yoonchae’s shoulders, “we’ll have to make you talk.” She spoke slowly, annunciated every word. Yoonchae froze up, practically going limp at Lara’s touch like a plush toy. It felt like her whole nervous system was one big fluttering failure.
In tandem, Megan slipped an arm around your waistline, slinking you closer to her. You shifted comfortably in her hold, crossing your legs. You glanced to the side anxiously and caught Yoonchae’s gaze. With just one look, you both burst out giggling like school girls.
“What are you two getting so giggly for, hm?” Megan asked playfully, tapping her black decorated nails against the bottom of your side. You shrieked at the light touch, bouncing away from her hand and towards her body. At the same time, Lara lowered her hand and jabbed into Yoonchae’s upper ribs, causing the two of you to jump away from each other. Yoonchae ended up leaning against Lara while you fell into Megan’s lap, half intentionally, staring up at her pretty face framed by her dark hair and pink bangs.
“I swear it wahahasn’t me!” You weakly protested in your defiance, wriggling about on Megan’s lap as she easily took hold of your wrists with just one hand, pinning them up against the arm rest and leaving your torso defenceless. She experimentally wiggled her fingers about in the air, hovering over your body as she contemplated which spot to go for. You tensed up and wriggled about, giggling harder, eyes fixed on those sharp dark acrylics with white patterns drawn onto them.
“I’m not even touching you and you’re already getting like this. How easy can you be?” Megan asked, poking around your tummy, smiling brightly as you kicked and flipped about against her light touch. You squeaked, half heartedly pulling at your arms as you waited your face to the side, trying to muffle your laughter in Megan’s shirt, while also showing off your blushing cheeks.
“Ihihihit’s your fault! I dihihihidn’t even dohohoho anything!” You argued, which only earned you some faster, more forceful poked all around your tummy, with Megan always managing to choose the spot you least expected. Yoonchae was fairing just as poorly as you were, with Lara spidering her mean nails up and down either side of her torso, from her hips to her ribs. She bounced around between Lara’s lazy movements, throwing a total fit while Lara didn’t even spare a glance in her direction, treating her as if she didn’t exist despite the fact that she was almost as loud as you.
“Jeez, Mei, what are you doing to the poor thing?” Lara asked casually, as if they were talking about groceries.
“Shehehe’s beheheheing mean!!” You answered for her, pulling your head out from Megan’s shirt as the words blabbered out of your mouth. Megan rolled her eyes affectionately.
“I’m literally just poking her. I’m being nice. This is being mean.” She stated flatly before suddenly squeezing your side, sliding her along the length of your torso, pressing her palms and fingers into the sensitive skin. You shrieked in surprise, your whole body folding away from her hand before going completely out of control, uselessly thrashing all about against her sudden, rapid touches.
“Mehehehehehegan!!” You whined loudly, the electric feeling plaguing your torso blocking out any and all rational thought. It was rather convenient for Megan (and you) that you had decided to wear a crop top today, allowing her free access to all your giggly sensitive spots. She randomly switched from side squeezing to clawing her nails across your tummy, racing her hyperactive fingers around with no plans of stopping anytime soon.
“Lahahahahara!!” Yoonchae exclaimed along with you, burying her face in the woman’s shoulder as she kicked her feet against the couch cushions. Despite how she’d claim that tickling felt horrible, unbearable and torturous, she remained clinging to Lara’s arm instead of trying to scamper away from her devious fingers, now circling and scratching about her hips steadily.
“So, Lara what are we gonna tell the staff? About the case I mean.” Megan tilted her face away from your boisterous laughing display, still energetically scribbling her hand against your midriff all the while. Your cheeks flushed, knowing you were flapping around for her entertainment while she couldn’t even bother to look at you, like you were a movie left playing on in the background.
“Oh you know, we’ll just tell them that one of those two beats did it, whenever they decide to confess.” Lara responded casually.
“Ihihihi’m telling you, it wahahahas Y/N!!” Yoonchae protested, if only to get Lara’s attention back onto her. She received her wish once Lara jabbed her hands up into her arms, wiggling her fingers about against her soft skin. Yoonchae shrieked and instantly brought her arms to her sides, pinning Lara’s hands against her worst spot while all she could do was kick around.
“Ihihihit literally wasn’t mehehehehehe!!” You responded giddily, knowing that not a single person in the room believed a word coming out of your mouth.
“Lara, do you hear something?” Megan completely ignored you, still treating your tummy like a stress ball . She slung one leg over your waistline to keep you even more still, though that would be a generous way of describing it seeing as you were flinging yourself all about. You whined, trying and failing to get her attention fixed back on you, except for her hand which was still thoroughly clawing around your midriff. She spontaneously dipped her index finger right into your navel and screwed it around, while her other fingers aimlessly scratched around.
“MEHEHEEHEHEHAN!!” You screamed again, bouncing upwards before Megan easily wrestled your arms back down to the cushions, keeping you pinned down for her. No matter how much you shook about from side to side, you just couldn’t get her finger out. Your smile widened even more, showing off your adorable dimples as your laughter went up a couple octaves. Your eyes squeezed half-shut, cheeks glowing red at the spectacle you were making of yourself.
“Awwh, you’re already screaming so loud for me. Were you always this ticklish?” Megan cooed at you, not taking your flailing about seriously at all, only making you feel more flustered about it. While she circled her finger around your navel, she traced her other hand up your wrist, interlocked your fingers with hers and pressed down on both of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as she wrecked you.
“I think mine’s gotten more ticklish actually.” Lara compared, clawing and swirling her nails around Yoonchae’s armpits. She borderline screamed, kicking and tugging as hard as she could against Lara uselessly. Lara locked her arms around Yoonchae’s arms, keeping her arms fixed like a scarecrow as her sensitive armpits were tormented by Lara’s black and white sharp tipped nails.
“Y/N!! AHAHAHAHADMIT IT AHAHAHALREADY!!” Yoonchae called out petulantly, swinging about from side to side. Lara pulled her in closer placing Yoonchae between her legs, before wrapping one leg around her waistline to keep her fixed in place; Yoonchae could only flail her legs around helplessly and scream with laughter. You weren’t in a good place either, desperately squeezing onto Megan’s hands as you flopped from side to side, still stuck on Megan’s lap.
“YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHADMIT IT!!” You denied, being argumentative just for the sake of it. Yoonchae cursed you out, a bright, gaping smile on her face as she absolutely screeched the whole room down. She kept her eyes fixed on you, meaning you had a constant private audience to all your dramatic reactions. Your cheeks felt even hotter.
“You know, I could really keep tickling you forever if you’re gonna keep being fussy. I’m loving all your silly lil reactions,” Megan taunted you as if you were a child, though she meant her words genuinely. Seeing you smile so widely, blush so brightly, scream so loudly, flail so dramatically; she loved seeing the layers of you that you couldn’t hide, the reactions that couldn’t be faked. Tickling you let her see you at her rawest and, in her (correct) opinion, the cutest.
“NOHOHOHO, YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN’T!!” You shook your head about, once again going against whatever she was saying just to squeeze more attention out of her. In turn, she slipped her hand downwards and began squeezing at your hips, rapidly switching between which side she nabbed away at. Her hand worked like a crab claw, nipping away at your skin with sudden forceful squeezes.
“Uh huh, and what are you gonna do about it baby?” Megan teased, talking in a demeaning, affectionate tone. Your stunned silence afterwards told her everything she needed to know; you weren’t going to do a thing about this.
“That’s what I thought. So sit back and take it.” She ordered you, causing your heart to flutter into hundreds of small flustered pieces. Your neck was even starting to go red by now, unable to handle all of Megan’s embarrassing attention even if you loved it so much. You’d twisted yourself about so much that your body had half-flung itself off the side of the couch, feet touching the floor while your torso hung over the edge. Megan didn’t make that situation any better, she bounced her hand around different parts of your torso only making you squirm about more ferociously. A jab between your ribs, a pinch at your sides, a scratching across your tummy. All these little sensations built up, like steam in a teapot, until you finally cracked.
“OHOHOHOKAY, FIHIHIHINE!! I DIHIHID IT! IT WAHAHAHAS ME, IT WAHAHAHAS AHAHAHAN ACCIDENT!!” As you screamed out the words, Lara, mid clawing her nails into Yoonchae’s armpits while she screamed like a banshee, stopped and gave the girl a chance to breathe. She unhooked her arms from around Yoonchae and let her flop down between her legs, leaning against Lara’s torso as she panted for breath.
“I-I told you two..” Yoonchae pointed out audibly, sucking in quick gasps of air in and out of her mouth.
“Hey, don’t be like that, I didn’t even tickle you that hard.” Lara ruffled her hair, slipping out from behind Yoonchae before gently lowering her down so that she was lying on her side. Yoonchae didn’t resist, her body being far too tired to even think about doing that. She then strolled over to your side, standing over you with a playful, wide smile on her face, resting her hand on your side.
“But you, missy, are definitely gonna get tickled hard.” Lara gave a quick squeeze to your side, causing you to bounce away from her hand and towards Megan, who in turn squeezed at your other side.
“HEHEHEHEY!!” The two giggled at your helpless reactions, snapping their hands against your side over and over again. Your moves frantically, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, completely stuck between their two mean hands. Just as soon as they started, they stopped allowing you to catch your breath in your disroriented, tired state. Megan moved you around like a ragdoll, reluctantly pulling you from her lap and instead leaving you on your back. Stretched across the couch, Lara sat atop your waistline, nestling her weight down onto you firmly while Megan planted her knees on top of your arms, with her gorgeous face looming above yours, looking down at your anxious expression now that you were all spread out and helpless for them. You couldn’t help but smile as you stared between them, from Megan’s beautiful face to Lara’s sharp tipped acrylics tapping and tapping away against the fabric of the couch.
“Awwh, there’s that gorgeous smile you’ve been trying to hide.” Megan commented, looking down at you now that you couldn’t hide your face in your arms or the couch cushions, being all for her to see.
“M-Megan…” you whined in an embarrassed tone, weakly shuffling about between them, not really attempting to struggle or get away. Megan lowered her hands down to your face and started tracing around your cheeks with her nails, reminded you of how sharp and tingly and divine they were. You giggled lightly, blushing hard, unable to tilt your face away from her touch since tilting away from one hand meant leaning into the other.
“Oo, I think she really likes your nails, Mei. What about mine, sweetheart?” Lara asked, planting her palms flat against your tummy and spread her fingers out, showing off all of her dangerous black and white nails, resting stationary atop your sensitive skin. Your stomach rose and fell with each anxious breath, twitching nervously as it brushed up against Lara’s acrylics.
“Say, whose nails do you like more? Mine or Megan’s? If you say hers, I’m gonna tickle you harder.” Lara threatened. You audibly squeaked.
“And if you say Lara’s, I’ll just tickle you harder too.” Megan giggled delightedly, thoroughly enjoying watching your brain short circuit as you tried to choose which one was the better option. Your face steamed with a blush, barely able to focus with their nails against your skin. You tried to speak, but found yourself tongue tied and simply stammered for a few moments. Megan smiled harder. You recollected yourself and tried again.
“I-I like them both equally,” you managed to get out quietly, averting your gaze from the two women as much as you possibly could.
“Oh so what I’m hearing is you want us both to tickle you as hard as we can?” Megan translated. You shrieked, kicking your feet harshly at the suggestion, shrinking down into the couch.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant!” You insisted. Lara smirked as you took the bait. She traced her index fingertip up and down from your navel to your chest, her touch not being too ticklish despite your absurd sensitivity.
“Then what do you mean? Cause we’re not going to do anything until you tell us exactly what you want.” She revealed, continuing to stroke her finger up and down your midriff.
“H-huh?” Your eyes shot open nice and wide at Lara’s terrifying words, your throat drying up with exasperation, lying there all exposed between them.
“You heard her. How else are we supposed to know what to do?” Megan shrugged nonchalantly, letting her nails continuing to skitter around your cheeks, making you think of just how badly they’d tickle against your tummy, or really anywhere on your ridiculously sensitive body.
“That’s stupid; I’m not doing that!” You protested, finally finding your voice and energy back. You put up more of a struggle against them, but with a bit of pressing down against you, Megan and Lara easily overpowered you with their bodies, leaving you like a sitting duck on the couch.
“Then I guess you’re not getting anything, cutie.” Megan reminded you. You whined. Audible whined. Megan’s grin crept up her face.
“Mei, come on, please you already know; why do I have to say it?” You argued.
“Because I’m telling you to.” She shut you down. You pressed your lips together, looking between them again. Megan’s skittering nails and Lara’s huge smirk. There was no way out of this. You’d been caught by them. You had to play by their rules.
“Uh…Mei…Lara, can you please um, do the thing?” You managed to get out in a whisper.
“Huh? What was that?” Lara said immediately, feigning ignorance.
“What’s ‘the thing’, hm?” Megan pressed you, leaning her face down to look you right in the eyes. Your words escaped you once more only for you to force them out of your throat in a pathetic whimper.
“…tickles…please…” you closed your eyes as you spoke which made you totally blind to Megan and Lara preparing to take you out of your misery. Suddenly, both of Negan’s hands had shot into your armpits and were scratching all about your sensitive skin. Meanwhile, Lara slid her hand down over to your sides and began rapidly squeezing them, pinching and pressing at your skin with her soft palms. You exploded between them, absolutely screaming with laughter at the sudden, intense tickle attack. Your body went into haywire, mindlessly thrashing and flinching at their touch.
“AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-!!” You bleated with laughter, much to Megan’s amusement who giggled at how dramatic you were being.
“It’s just a bit of tickling baby, you can take it. Plus you deserve it for lying and getting Yoonchae a wrecking when she didn’t deserve it.” Megan disciplines you, tutting as she raked her nails up to your elbow and then drew them back down to your armpits, enjoying your panicked squirming the closer she got to your hollows.
“Awh, I think you’re even more ticklish than Yoonchae actually. I should really tickle you more often!” Lara commented, adoring the way your tummy flipped about between your hands. She spidered her nails up against your ribs, hammering and beating against the sensitive bones as if they were piano tiles.
“DOHOHOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHAAT!! OHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK!!” You cursed, your voice taking on a hyperactive, bouncy tone, unable to keep control of your pitch or your volume. You couldn’t afford to care over how you sounded right now though, not with the electric sensations utterly destroying your torso. Lara’s dragged her dull fingertips down the length of your belly, before immediately contrasting this with the sharp sensation of her nails crawling right back up your tummy, confusing your nervous system. Megan had the fact opposite problem. The sensations in your armpits never changed. All you could do was sit back and take the swirling, pinching, electric feelings tormenting your hollows and raking against your underarms.
As you thrashed about, Yoonchae finally recovered herself and walked over to your side, kneeling down to be at eye level with your woe, teary pupils. You looked at her, saw her smirking and immediately looked away. The knowledge that you now had an audience made all those ticklish sensations ten times worse.
“You regretting lying now, hm?” She asked, brushing away some of the hair that had sprawled across your face, only for it to shift back into position once you shook your head about once more.
“Probably not though, right? I mean, you broke that vase on purpose to get attention, didn’t you?” Yoonchae whispered into your ear. You shrieked once you realised just how easy you were to predict. You’d even prepared the money you’d need to pay back for the property damage before this. Yoonchae just giggled at how hot your cheeks went before sitting back on the floor, content to watch you scream and struggle.
Your wet eyes had a horrifically flustered look to them which you were unable to hide from Megan. She stared down at you adoringly, something special shining in her eyes as her hands gradually slowed to a stop against your armpits. She then leaned down so that her nose was almost touching yours.
“Hey, can I kiss you right now? I think you look really cute.” She asked genuinely, enamoured with your smile. A rush simultaneously burning hot and embarrassingly cold made its way through your heart before you nodded rapidly, uttering tons of screaming ‘PLEAHAHAHASE’S’ all the while, as if you’d die right here right now if you weren’t kissed. Megan placed her hands on yours steaming cheeks to keep your face somewhat still before lowering her head down over yours. As her pink bangs brushed against your neck, she gave a peck to your lips that couldn’t have lasted for more than two seconds before smoothly pulling away, leaving only the phantom remembrance of her touch on your lips. Discontent to leave it at that, and knowing she was teasing you, she pushed your heads up and pressed a kiss to Megan’s lips hungrily, which she eagerly returned. You laughed into her mouth as Lara didn’t stop tickling you for a second, drumming her nails along your tummy. Megan giggled in turn at your muffled laughter, brushing her thumb against the corner of your wobbling lips until you finally pulled away, flopping down breathlessly onto the couch.
Lara’s hands soon slowed to a stop too, noticing how tired you were getting. She pulled herself off of your hips, sitting bundled up by you on the couch while Megan decided to keep you pinned down, admiring the view. You panted for breath.
“You know, you can just ask for our attention next time, yeah?” Megan nodded at you, expecting a positive answer in response. Too tickled out to even think of arguing, you nodded. You felt your neck finally starting to cool down.
“That’s good, but he sure to give me some more excuses to wreck you and Yoonchae, okay?” Lara asked, patting your knee.
“I didn’t even do anything!” Yoonchae exclaimed, throwing her hands to her sides but was unable to stop the smile coming onto her face. You giggled a little but the exhaustion in your voice was evident.
“Hey, you wanna go to our room, darling?” Megan asked, figuring you’d need a break from people while your brain recovered from being so thoroughly wrecked. You barely had the energy for breathing, let alone talking.
“Please,” you requested politely. In a moment’s notice, Megan had scooped you right up bridal style, your hair spilling against your arm. She said goodbye to the other two for you, with Yoonchae already reluctantly (or at least trying to act reluctant) crawling back into Lara’s arms. You blinked and you were on yours and Megan’s bed now, with your face in a cool pillow. It did wonders for your burning blush.
“Thank you,” you spoke into the pillow, comforted by the feeling of Megan’s weight on the mattress next to you. She took hold of your long hair and parted it at your back, letting it flow on either side of your arms, leaving your back bare. She slowly and comfortably began scratching her nails around the flat canvas of your back, the sharp sensations being all the light stimulation that you needed, being both invigorating and relaxing at the same time.
“That nice, baby?” Megan whispered to you.
“You’re always nice to me.” You responded, even if she’d be meanly wrecking you just moments prior. That was still nice.
summary: y/n age regresses and is all little and isn’t the biggest fan of vegtables, that is until renee promises her with the reward of tickles.
characters: lee!littley/n, ler!renee
warnings: age regression, tickles
a/n: I chose this from another list because I had a better idea, also renees favourite nickname is ‘angel’ because of her album, snow angel. idk it was just adorable to me and this fic nearly made me smile and it’s just so ahhhh
𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵
you curl up on the couch, clutching a plush blanket and watching cartoons. it’s been one of those days where you feel smaller, softer, and somehow, all your favorite shows seem even more colorful. renee notices right away, giving you a warm smile and making sure you’re as comfy as possible. she drapes an extra blanket over you, making a cozy little cocoon, and asks, “how’s my little one doing? hungry for dinner?”
you nod a little bit with the same adorable smile you always gave her when you were a lot smaller, “hmm.. how about chicken nuggets chips and peas?” well, the first half was promising.. but when she mentioned the small round chewy green things you scrunched your face in in displeasure. “vegetables?” you whine, looking up at her with a pout and that twinkle in your eyes that she could almost never say no to, almost. she chuckles softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.
“yes, veggies. I know their not your favourite but tell you what, if you eat all of them, I’ll give you tickles after” she promised, her tone playful, genuine and sweet. it was a knowing fact that if she dangled the promise of tickles Infront of your face, it was practically a free pass to convince you to do whatever.
you perk up immediately at the thought of tickles, excitement bubbling up. “really?” you ask innocently and excited, forgetting about the dreaded vegetables for a moment.
“really” she nods, laughing. “now you sit tight and keep watching your show. i’ll call you when everything’s ready sweetie.”
you settle back in, occasionally glancing toward the kitchen, listening to the soft clinks and clatters as renee prepares dinner. before long, she calls you over, and you make your way to the table, eyeing the plate with caution, using your fork to push around the peas, your tounge pushed part your lips, not liking the look of them.. and imagining the horrible earthy taste they leave in your mouth. no kid should ever have to be forced to put up with that unpleasant taste. renee sets a gentle hand on your shoulder and says, “remember our deal, okay? tickles if you finish up.”
despite your initial reluctance, the thought of tickles makes the veggies seem a little more manageable, and you begin eating, one bite at a time. renee sits next to you, chatting in that calm, comforting way that makes everything feel just a bit easier. soon enough, you’ve finished your meal, giving her a triumphant , proud smile.
“good job baby” she cheers, clearing the table as you hop back to the couch, happily returning to your cartoons.
a few moments later, renee joins you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “hmm.. since you did such a good job.. I think it’s time for your reward” she asks, reaching over to lightly poke your side, just lightly starting off with a few prods
it was milliseconds before you erupt into a fit of adorable and squeaky giggles, laying on your back, the ticklishness somehow even more intense. it always did when you were in your little mindset, every sensation and emotions was always heightened, making tickles all the more fun and enjoyable. “hehehehey!!” you giggle out adorably, in the childlike and innocent tone that renee always adored. you wiggle around and kick your legs, not even attempting to escape as the whole time you have the silliest smile on your face. but renee’s gentle fingers follow, lightly tracing over your sides, her fingertips lightly dancing over the sensitive skin. “rehehehenee! it tihihickles!” you squeak out, curled up underneath her touch, making you a-pear a lot smaller.
“oh, i know angel” she chuckles, her wriggly fingers crawling up to your ribs, only making your giggles increase as they are filled with nothing but happiness and delight “you just love tickles, don’t you cutie?”
you can barely answer through the squeals, twisting and squirming under her touch. but never in agony, more of an instinct. “nohohoho!!” you fake protest with a smile, just deliberately being cheeky because it was fun. “no?” she echoes with a smile “are you sure angel? because I think you do! they make you so happy and always get you so giggly and I love it!” she speaks with a genuinely sweet voice, absolutely loving how adorable you got in your little space.
“nuhuhuh uhuhuhhh!!” you deny again, the cheeky smile still prominent on your face, I mean, there was no doubt about it, you loved tickles and both of you knew that. it was just fun to deny it and be mischievous about it. “oh really? not even when I do this?” and in that moment her hands dip under your arms, her fingers gently clawing at the skin underneath. electing more squeaks and adorable noises to follow out of your mouth. “HAHAHA NAE!!” you shriek, calling her the nickname that you always did, especially when you were little. it was her personal favourite. your giggles intensified as your legs began kicking more. your armpits always being unbearable and ridiculously sensitive, and renee knowing this she rarely ever spent to long tickling you there whilst you were regressed, not wanting to overwhelm you as it pretty much sent you into a frenzy, every. single. time. “awh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever?” the blonde rhetorically asked, seeing you curled up with the widest stretch of a smile on your face as the endless giggling poured out. “HEHEHAHAHA!!” your nose scrunches up, your arms clenched to your side in a half hearted attempt to block out her tickly fingers from being let in.
“is that too tickly baby?” she asked to which you nodded and she scooped you up, placing you in her lap as her fingertips then moved to your stomach, scratching softly as your shirt bunched up beneath her fingers, your giggles never ceasing, but not being as powerful as before. “eeek! bahahahaha!!” your head rested against her chest, every sound that escaped your lips was practically music to her ears and she longed to hear it all the time. so innocent and adorable.
it was only when your little laughs became more spaced out and breathless when she haunted, retracting her fingers to instead brush out the lingering hairs on your face and tucking your hair behind your ears. your face warm from all the laughter as a few giggles still remained aswell as your smile. the familiar tingly feeling rushing through your body. she then lightly rubs your stomach with her fingers, to remove the phantom tickles, but even this small movement was enough to tickle you as you tense a little, causing reneé to look down at you with a smile of her own. her arms embracing you as you were in her lap, wrapping around you and securing you there.
“you okay after that angel? that was quite a lot of tickles” she asks, her voice soft as she cradles you. you nod, still smiling. “y-yeah! thankyou nae!” you reply sweetly, causing the blonde to coo, “always sweetie”
she pulls you close, wrapping an arm around you. “i love taking care of you baby, it’s like the best blessing I could ever ask for” she whispers, cuddling you closer and you feel your heart swell with warmth. “I- I love you nae” your little innocent voice spoke up “I love you more, my sweet little angel.”
