Let's give around of applause for the person who came up with the creative title, eh? Wow. They deserve a medal of honour of something and probably an award for being terribly horrible at updating.

All jokes aside, I apologise for not having updated this in what seems like ages. I don't think anybody actually reads this, but hey? I have fun writing, so it doesn't really bother me, tbh.

Anyway, enjoy this small one shot while I am on hiatus.

•Art is not mine•

Characters: Matt, Tom, Edd, Tord

Gender: Non-specific

WARNING: nsfw

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It was like every day, both you and Matt sat side by side on his bed, whilst you were absolutely bored out of your mind. He, himself, was staring into his own reflection, as per usual. Nothing different there.

Resting a head on his shoulder, you let out an exasperated sigh. "Maaatt," you whined childishly and stretched across his lap, trying to gain his attention. "I'm so bored."

He looked down at you and chuckled, putting his mirror down on the coffee table. "Then, what should we do? The others are just down stairs watching tv. Do you want to join them, (name)?" He asked before letting out a gasp. "Or, maybe you want to go mirror shopping with me??"

You shook your head no and laughed, falling back lazily into his soft comforters. The ginger pouted and laid down beside you, tapping his chin in thought. "Well I'm already out of ideas. Do you want to go on an adventure, perhaps?"

You stuck out your tongue and, again, shook your head no. "Hm, but I'm too lazy for that," you groaned and flung your arms up dramatically in the air. Matt crossed his arms across his chest and squinted at you confusedly.

"You say you're bored and yet you're too lazy to do anything. So then, what do you want to do?"

A large, Cheshire grin stretched across your face after a bit of pondering. Matt shook and shuffled away slightly.

"(Name), what is it? I don't like the look on your face." He shivered under the mischievous gaze you held in those large eyes of yours.

He knew once your hands connected with the sides of his stomach. He jolted in surprise and erupted in a series of giggles. "No, no, no. Anywhere but there!" He shrieked and backed up against the head of the bed.

You wiggled your fingers and softly trailed it down his stomach again, causing him to flinch and stifle a laugh. "Have mercy," he pleaded as you towered over his shrinking figure.

You laughed mockingly and wiped away a stray tear.

"No."

You lunged at him, pinning him down with the weight of your body as you straddled his hips. You tickled his sides and anywhere you could get your hands on until tears began to form at the corner of his eyes.

"Say you're sorry," you ordered. His eyes widened and he tried to pry you off of him. "S-say sorry for what!" He spluttered in return, only to have you tickle his sides harder.

He laughed harder and felt he was probably going to die soon. "Okay. I'll try again. Say sorry or you'll receive another punishment." You gave him a warning look and smirked.

He caved in and cried, "Alright, alright! I-I'm sorry for whatever I did!"

Your movements had ceased and Matt was finally able to breathe again- aside from you still straddling his waist, of course. He sighed in relief and relaxed his now aching muscles.

You rolled off of him and smiled, pleased with yourself. "Well, that was fun."

He gave you a small pout and nudged your shoulder. "Not for me, it wasn't."

He poked your stomach to elicit some form of reaction from you, but to no avail. "(Name), aren't you ticklish?" He continued to poke at you. Giving him a proud smile, you simply shook your head and stated a clear, "No."

"Aww, c'mon. You're joking, right? Here, I'll try my best to find all your tickle spots!" He proclaimed, sitting upright. You snorted at that and laughed. "Yeah, alright. You can try your best."

"Alright!" He lifted your shirt slightly, causing you to blush. "Matt, what're you doing?" You asked rather embarrassedly.

He answered you by blowing a small raspberry on your belly. It was loud and the suddenness of it surprised you. He glanced up and grinned. "Is it working?"

Laughing, you pushed him off of you. "I'm sorry, but no."

He puffed out his cheeks and crawled closer towards you. "I'll just have to keep trying then!"

He continued to blow raspberries on your forehead, cheeks, arms, legs or anywhere he could. He began to grow tired and sighed. "Huh. I guess you really aren't ticklish, after all," he murmured softly and gave a sheepish grin.

"D'aww. Don't be upset, Matt!" You laughed and scratched the back of your neck.

It was like a light switched flicked on in his head and he smirked. "Wait a minute. Is your neck ticklish, by any chance?" He interrogated you, a new confidence washing over him.

"Oh. No, no. Definitely not. I'm not ticklish at all, remember?" You began to sweat profusely, and it was now you who was backed up against the head of the bed.

He gave a curt nod and smiled wickedly. "I'll just have to see for myself, then."

Before you could move, he pinned you down so that he was between your legs and you soon found yourself blushing from the close proximity he was at. "Y-you'll be disappointed when I don't give a reaction!" You tried hard to conceal your stuttering, which had failed terribly.

He leaned in closely to your neck and you could feel his breathing, causing you to shiver.

"Let's see about that!"

You could feel him smirk as he placed his lips onto your skin and blew noisily into it. You squeaked and hid your face as he giggled. "So you ARE ticklish, hm?" He teased and blew again, causing you to whimper softly.

He hadn't known what it was really doing to you and you could practically feel yourself dying a little inside. He thought you were just trying not to laugh, so he continued on. When he blew more on a particularly sensitive area you couldn't help the throaty moan that parted from your lips.

Matt froze and stopped, his face plastered with shock. He didn't know your neck was THAT kind of sensitive. However, he couldn't bring himself to move away. Not when the sound of your moan continued to ring louder in his ears and the problem that he had began to form from below.

Tentatively, he licked the spot again and was pleased with the soft moan he drew out of you. He bit his lip and groaned. He needed to hear more of that.

He started to nibble and bite softly at the spot as your moans continued to grow louder. Your legs had clamped shut around his waist and your hips began to subconsciously grind itself onto his crotch, creating a delicious friction between the both of you.

Your moans edged him on and the tightness in his pants was beginning to irritate him as he couldn't receive the proper satisfaction of touching you himself. He pulled his lips away from your neck and placed a sloppy kiss onto your own pair and sucked on your bottom lip.

When you pulled away, he growled in his throat as he felt your hand rub his growing erection. "Oh god." He moaned a bit louder than he would've liked and started attacking your neck with more bites.

And whilst all this action was happening upstairs, Tom, Edd and Tord sat uncomfortably on the couch.

"What's going on up there?" Tord had asked, looking quite disturbed but kinda turned on at the same time.

Tom scoffed softly. "What do you think is happening, Commie? They're obviously playing Monopoly," he sarcastically remarked and folded his arms.

Edd fidgeted awkwardly, putting the volume up in the tv. "They're..pretty loud. Even for this television," he mumbled. "Maybe we should just give them some privacy in the house for a while."

Agreeing to do so, they all left hastily. They had hoped that when they got back, the of two you wouldn't be making as much noise as you were now.

After that day, they wouldn't let you live it down.