( a/n sorry about the cliffhanger! >:3)
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Niall's POV:
I look at (Y/N) with a smirk, holding up the feather duster before waving it back and forth, slowly inching closer to the sensitive flesh of the belly, and start to ease gently into the soft feather tickles, and smile wider hearing your girlish giggles come out of your mouth as the duster sways gently, ghosting your bare belly.
"(Y/N), you are so ticklish! Coochie Coochie Coo!"
I tease you, and smile widely as I see you giggle harder, before plummeting the duster the rest of the way, dusting all over your sensitive belly with one hand and wiggling my fingers in your soft, slightly sweaty armpits, and chuckle to myself. "This should tickle a LOT! Have fun suffering!~"
After ten minuets I put the duster down and just wiggle both hands in both of your sweaty, soft, ticklish armpits, lightly scratching and expire mentions by wiggling and scratching fast, slow, and in different directions, smirking.
"Tickle tickle (Y/N)!"
I say and laugh, knowing that this would be killing me.
After another ten minuets I stop and let you breathe, smirking down at you.
"I'm not done yet, (Y/N)!"
Your POV:
You eye the evil duster in his hands and close your eyes, waiting for the feathers to touch you and start giggling as they ghost all over your belly and sides, sometimes sliding up to your ribs, very gently tickling, giggling harder at Niall's evil teasing. You giggle even harder, feeling the duster now fully attacking and dusting every inch, getting your ribs and everything underneath, as you giggle and squirm crazily, before laughing as both your armpit and belly is being attacked, squirming side to side and shaking your head, laughing. Feeling the duster drop and BOTH armpits being attacked, you shriek and start laughing harder, trying to pull your arms down, as Niall chuckles at you, and you lay panting after 20 minuets of "suffering" and "punishment", blushing a little as this is a little embarrassing, seeing he knows you enjoy it, getting goose bumps at the thought of what else he has in mind before giggling and wiggling, feeling an attack on your feet.
Niall's POV:
I smirk and walk to the end of the bed, to your bare, sweaty and sensitive feet, before lightly sliding a finger up each one, awaiting a reaction. Hearing giggles, I smile before lightly taking my nails up and down both feet, again experimenting, but with different speeds. "Does this tiiiickle, (Y/N)?" I tease yet again and smile, hearing your musical and contagious laugh.
Continuing for 5 minuets, I stop, getting out two feathers from the box and sliding them in different directions and speed, testing, before wiggling them all over, grinning at your beautiful giggles.
"I can see that this does!"
Your POV:
You begin laughing as short nails scratch lightly at your ticklish feet, wiggling your toes and feet around, before squealing and giggling hard, feeling a feather on both feet dance all over your soles, toes, heels and arches, the ball and pads of your feet, giggles exploding from your mouth as you struggle and pull against the restraints.
"NIAHAHHAHAHLL PLEHHEHEHEASE NAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHHEHRRE! N-nohohohoho! Nahahahahahhat feahahhahathersssss GAHAHAHAHA!!"
You giggle hard, as Niall continues this ticklish torment with teases and a smirk playing on his lips.
(DUN DUN DUHHH what could be next? And how long will Niall continue? Find out in... CHAPTER THREEEEEEE!)
