Hope you guys will enjoy this one! Thank you to the person who requested it. Was a fun story to write! And also, thank you to @interfectorems for helping me get ideas.
Plot: Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.
Warnings: Smut, but not too much.
Pic isn’t mine, sadly.
I remembered our first kiss. We’d knocked our heads together as we’d leant into the same direction and he’d failed to keep the laugh from tumbling from his pink lips while my cheeks had burned in embarrassment. Harry had taken his time to recover and he’d cupped my cheek in his palm, holding my head still so he could lean in without knocking against my temple again, with both dimples still prominent in his cheeks. When our mouths had connected however, that had been when the fire had first erupted between us.
That fire was yet to be extinguished and bound me to Harry with a strength I couldn’t quite comprehend. Whenever he entered a room, all I could feel was this intense pull, urging me to be as close to him as I could be and yet, letting him close was that one thing I didn’t quite dare doing yet. Harry and I had been friends for more than four months before I’d (accidentally!) let it slip that I had a thing for him. I’d been properly embarrassed then, couldn’t even look him in the eye and had avoided him for a week until he had finally been able to corner me and tell me that he’d felt the same, that he had for months in fact. It was then, that our awkward first kiss had followed and when I’d walked with him holding my hand, it had been the first time I’d felt the tingling sensation all over my body. We’d been together for two months now and I was so happy. Harry was a sensitive, attentive and kind guy. He gave me all of his attention whenever I wanted or needed it and always knew when to give my hand an extra squeeze. It didn’t seem to bother him when I stopped his hands from wandering too low when we were kissing and he never complained when I rolled from under him with a weak excuse about having to use the bathroom, all so I could get away from his relentless kisses and gentle touches. It wasn’t like I didn’t want him to touch me, I did. My stomach always fluttered upon feeling his hands on me, my heart’s pace sped up and it squeezed in my chest almost painfully. I loved to feel his soft mouth on mine, leaving kisses that were sweet at first and got more and more urgent as the minutes passed. Nothing gave me quite as much comfort as having him press his warm body against mine, as he was strong and knew just how much pressure was bearable. But for some reason I couldn’t let him too close. I just couldn’t. The moment I felt his lower region press into mine a little to hard, I shuddered and all my head screamed at me to do was leave.
Harry never asked. He never rolled his eyes, huffed, sighed or made any other sign of annoyance. Not once had he made me keep still, held me close, forced me to stay longer than I wanted or been angry with me. Usually he waited for me to exit his bathroom until I was done pretending to pee, gave me a smile along with a soft kiss pressed to my cheek, before he entered the bathroom himself, undoubtedly to finish what I was somehow unable to, and had still started. No more though, I’d decided. Today I would tell him. Tell him I was ready. It was just Harry after all, a guy I knew, trusted and cared for dearly. It couldn’t be too hard to give myself to him, now could it?
“Hello, love,” Harry greeted me upon entering his flat.
A smile spread and his whole face lit up. He quickly pushed the coat from his strong shoulders and slipped off his shoes, tossing them to the small space next to the door, before he entered his living room where I was and plopped down on the couch beside me.
“Hi,” I mumbled, reciprocating his smile, before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly.
“You on your own?”
I nodded. “Your roommate left only ten minutes ago. Said he’ll stay at his girlfriend’s, so…”
“We’re alone tonight.” Harry grinned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, humming lowly.
I was just about to lean in to deepen the connection when he pulled away, got to his feet and walked to the kitchen. Odd. Normally Harry never missed a beat and kissed me back immediately.
“Are you hungry, babe? I could make us something. M'sure there’s some pasta left as well.”
I frowned a little and got up as well, before following him into the smaller space of his kitchen where he was stood by the counter.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
My throat felt incredibly dry as I watched Harry sort through his drawers and refrigerator in search for pans and food, the movements of his muscles visible even through his jumper, making me feel all tingly again. The warmth of Harry’s body seemed to radiate off of him and onto me, his presence setting me at ease while making me nervous at the same time, a combination that didn’t make sense and somehow still did. Harry cheered when he discovered the bowl of pasta in his fridge and stepped closer to me to give me a fist bump, a gesture I almost missed as I was too deep in thought.
How would I start this conversation? Did it even have to be one, really? Maybe I could make him kiss me in that special way, one that would lead him to lay us both down on his couch and make out until it got too much for me. Only that this time it wouldn’t become too much. It wouldn’t. And instead I’d let him continue and take me wherever he wanted.
“Do you mind cutting the tomatoes for us?” Harry asked, his back still turned to me while he prepared the pasta.
Screw plan A. I couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of excitement and anticipation was too strong.
“Do you think we could have sex?”
Harry stopped his movements. The pan he was holding fell onto the stove with a clash and I could see his muscles tense as his entire posture straightened. Mentally, I cursed myself for sounding like such a baby, asking him for sex with a voice indicating so clearly how nervous I was. He was still and I bit my lip, scared of his next words. Oh god. What I fool I was. Nothing sexier as a girl who has absolutely no idea what she’s doing, keeps on rejecting her guy and then asks, fucking asks, like a school girl, if her boyfriend may still want to try out sex with her. Slowly, very slowly, Harry turned around to face me. His pink lips were apart and his eyes wider than before, a clear look of surprise and concern in them.
His voice was thin and higher than before. I cleared my throat.
“No, I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I shouldn’t have… Sorry, Harry. Forget about it.”
He held up his hand to stop me. “No, no, darling. What was it you said, ‘cause can’t possibly have been what I thought I heard.”
My cheeks heated and I bit my lip. “Stop it. You know you heard right.”
“You want to have sex?” Harry asked in disbelief.
He was leaning against the counter now, his body turned fully to me to give me all of his attention. I nodded shyly.
“Yes. If we could, then I thought… yeah.”
“I mean,” Harry began, “M'sure we could. We both got the equipment needed, don’t we?”
He grinned and I caught his gaze traveling down to my breasts before dropping even lower, staying there momentarily before locking eyes with me again, his smile widening.
My hands flung to my face, covering it with both palms and I quickly turned around, unable to look at Harry any longer. This was so embarrassing. The heat in my cheeks increased until I could feel that I was for sure a bright shade of red and my palms were sweaty.
“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice sounded, humor still evident in it.
I could hear him step closer to me and flinched when his arms wrapped around my form, bringing my body against his. Harry’s chin rested on my shoulder and his chest against my back.
“Don’t be so shy, baby,” Harry hummed into the shell of my ear before kissing the skin of my neck gently.
“Stop making fun of me, then,” I argued quietly.
Harry’s arms squeezed me and he pressed himself against me tighter. “M'not. Just surprised you want to fuck me, is all.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
He whined and nuzzled my neck, his lips nipping and biting on my skin softly, coaxing a gasp from me.
“My cute,” Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “soft,” another kiss to my neck, “gentle,” a kiss to my shoulder, “sweet,” kiss to my jaw, “innocent,” his tongue darted out to wet the skin of my neck, “Y/N.”
My eyes were squeezed shut and a sigh fell from my mouth. I held onto his arms with my hands, my tips digging into his skin as my grip tightened. The tingling sensation of my body increased and Harry’s presence almost felt overwhelming.
“You want to have sex with me, then?” Harry asked, his voice serious.
“Yes,” I murmured.
Harry’s nose pressed against the back of my neck and I could hear him take in a deep breath, then he let me go. His hands took hold of my arms and he spun me around to his face him. It took more bravery than usually to look into his eyes, but once I did, I was relieved to find them full of kindness. None of the mockery I’d suspected they’d hold in them, no cheekiness.
“Say it,” Harry whispered.
And for the first time since dating him, I could tell he was nervous, too. I swallowed hard.
“I want to, Harry.”
His teeth bit onto his bottom lip and his brows furrowed. He looked deep in thought and I wrapped my arms around my middle, at least as good as I could, given the fact that he was still squeezing them.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Do you want to eat first or after?”
“Perhaps first would be good so I don’t wear you out, but if we want to get this over and done with as quickly as possible then we could-”
“Get this over and done with?” I squeaked.
The lump in my throat grew at his words and I took a step back. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all and I just simply wasn’t the kind of person who was confident enough to initiate sex. Suddenly Harry began to laugh.
“I’m just messing with you, sweetheart.”
His smile grew upon seeing my confused look and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to my parted lips.
“You should see the look on your face!” he laughed and I swatted him.
How dare he?
“You’re such a shit head!”
“I know, but one who’s gonna get in your pants tonight, eh?”
He looked proud of himself and laughed once more when I rolled my eyes at him. Harry’s hands pulled me forward and closer to where he stood again. He pressed a kiss to my temple, then he pulled back with a much more serious expression on his face.
“This is nothing to get over and done with,” he reassured me, “I know that. Not with you, anyway.”
His palms settled onto my waist and he leaned in closer once more to kiss my cheek gently.
“We’ll go slow, yeah?” Harry hummed lowly, “Take our time. I won’t push you and be gentle and-”
“But I want it today,” I interrupted him, sensing that he would propose to postpone it. But I couldn’t wait. I’d be too afraid next time if we didn’t to it now.
Harry frowned. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and took his face into both hands. “Very.”
He still didn’t look too certain, not even when I began to move my thumbs in a circular motion against the skin of his cheeks.
“And I’d like it if we ate after,” I murmured with a smile.
This made Harry laugh. “Alright. Good. Let’s go to the bedroom then, shall we?”
He reached up to his face where he clasped my hand, then he walked out of the kitchen and into the direction I knew his bedroom was, making me follow him close behind. It was when he pushed the door to his room shut and turned to face me where I was standing in front of his bed, that it all began to feel so real. I was about to see him naked.
Perhaps that was an odd thing to consume my thoughts, given the fact that I was about to be naked myself and most likely to experience pain, but his nakedness was all I could focus on. I’d seen him shirtless before on various occasions and each time his beauty had stolen my breath. And now I was about to see him fully naked.
“You good?” Harry asked gently, his voice laced with concern.
“Gonna need a verbal confirmation there, baby,” he whispered.
Harry’s warm palms gently caressed my cheeks, holding my face still so he could connect out mouths in a passionate kiss. I whimpered and allowed him to deepen the kiss. A shiver crawled all over my skin when he lowly moaned, his tongue invading my mouth with care not to use too much. His soft kisses distracted me from where his hands had travelled down to my shirt and I only noticed that he’d began pulling the fabric up when he’d already exposed half of my stomach.
“May I?” he asked against my lips before resuming to kiss my mouth.
All I could muster was a low moan and a nod, allowing him to pull up the shirt further before we quickly disconnected the kiss so he could pull it over my head. Harry’s eyes widened. He’d never seen me topless before and I noticed his cheeks flush. Thank god I’d decided to wear my lacy bralette tonight, one that hardly covered anything. For some reason, this didn’t feel difficult. Now that Harry knew exactly how far I wanted to go and was aware of the fact that he needed to be gentle with me, I felt much more relaxed. I loved Harry, after all. He didn’t know it yet, but it was true and I knew he would make sure I was alright as his sensitive nature allowed him to know exactly how to be with me.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed, “You are…” he took a deep breath and shook his head. His eyes were still set onto my breasts.
My cheeks heated under his intense stare.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. It’s insane. You drive me insane.”
I giggled and reached out to the hem of his own shirt. “Thank you, love. Now it’s your turn.”
Harry smiled confidently and let me pull up his own shirt so he too was topless before me. My fingers traced his tattoos and I shook my head in awe. He was stunning. The most handsome male I had ever seen, easily.
“I’m a bit nervous,” I whispered.
Harry’s green orbs stared into mine and I bit the inside of my cheek when he raised my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.
“It’s alright,” he assured, “M'nervous too.”
“Yeah, but you have experience.”
“So?” he asked.
“Well. You know what’s expecting you,” I mumbled, “aside the fact that it probably won’t feel as good. I don’t know what I’m doing, after all. Sorry in advance, Harry, I promise, I-”
“Wow,” Harry interrupted me, “What’s this talk now?”
I shrugged and looked away.
“S'this why you never let me touch you properly?” Harry asked.
His eyes looked confused and his lips were set in a thin line. He obviously could not understand where I was coming from. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, looking down.
“Y/N,” Harry groaned, reaching forward to take hold of my chin, “my darling love, what silly worries have you troubled yourself with now? Did you truly think I would be… what? Disappointed if we had sex? That I wouldn’t be satisfied or, good god, angry with you? Y/N!”
His words came out rushed and he stopped himself to breath.
“Well,” I began but was shushed with Harry pressing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply instantly.
His hands found my ribcage and I shuddered, the warmth of his palms a strong contrast to my cold skin. Harry moaned into my mouth and pushed me back gently, walking me backwards so my legs hit the mattress. I whimpered and clasped the back of his neck, holding his head to me so we wouldn’t stop kissing while I settled down onto the bed, laying down with Harry following suit. Harry’s tongue traced along my bottom lip and I made a noise close to a whine when I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He responded by disconnecting our kiss and settling his mouth onto my neck where he didn’t wait to bit and lick the skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“Harry,” I moaned.
His hand had fallen lower and began tugging at my leggings, slowly moving the fabric down my legs. Harry’s hands pulled them down further until I could push them from my legs with my feet, letting the clothing fall to the end of the bed. Harry hummed into my neck. My own fingers boldly moved to pop the button of his jeans and I fumbled with the zipper, pulling it down carefully. Harry aided me in pushing down his jeans so he was only left in his underwear as well. His eyes watched me close while his hands caressed my cheeks, then my breasts and then moved further down to my hip.
I nodded, knowing what was going to come next. I was sure. This time, I was ready. Harry watched me closely as my face scrunched up, the tip of his finger gently pressed against my clothed center and I whined. Carefully and in a slow movement so I could still stop it should I wish, he moved my underwear aside and dipped his fingers inside. Having his bare skin against mine made me gasp. Harry waisted no time and began to move his fingers in a circular motion, applying just enough pressure.
My head fell back into the pillows. Harry followed, leaning his body against mine and peppering kisses to my chest while his fingers still gently touched my most sensitive spot.
“Good, huh?” Harry grinned.
“Yeah,” I gasped and moaned when one of his finger dared dipping into me, not far enough to slip it inside, though.
Harry watched me intensely and part of me worried for a moment if I looked ridiculous, my face all twisted in a pleasure more intense than I’d ever felt before.
“Relax,” Harry hushed against my skin, then he slowly began to push his finger in.
My eyes squeezed shut tighter and my mouth opened in a loud cry. It burned, yes, but the pleasure consuming me overshadowed any faint pain.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice almost a growl.
I gasped upon feeling his own arousal against my leg, the hard pressure pressing against my thigh when he shifted.
“Yes, good,” I whimpered, “so good, Harry.”
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” Harry groaned as he withdrew his finger, before gently pushing it back in, “You’re going to feel so incredible once m'inside you, darling.”
I hummed and turned my head to kiss the side of his head, momentarily making it difficult for him to nip on my neck. Harry responded by moving one of his fingers, I assumed his thumb, up and onto a spot he hadn’t payed much attention to yet. He pressed the pad of said finger against the small spot and all of a sudden a pleasure much more intense cursed through me.
“Oh,” I cried in surprise, “H-Harry!”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered soothingly, rubbing faster pumping his finger once more, a little deeper this time. “You can do it. Know you can, just push through it, baby.”
It hit me with surprise. All of a sudden my lungs felt as if they could burst and my head was dizzy. My eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open, releasing loud gasps and cries as the pleasure increased yet once more, drowning me and pulling me under. My hands, which had so far settled on Harry’s back, moved up and down his bare skin. I wanted to have him close, wanted to hold him and make sure he couldn’t disappear, but the intensity of the feeling made my limps unable to obey properly. Attentive as ever, Harry leaned in closer against me and kissed my collarbones, his tongue licking the skin. His free arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me tighter and his gentle voice soothed me quietly as I surrendered to my orgasm.
We stayed silent for a moment. I whimpered when he withdrew his finger from me and immediately felt incredibly empty.
“Baby,” Harry murmured, “calm breaths, my love.”
My hands moved from his back to his hair and I shook my head.
“Kiss me, please,” I begged quietly.
I saw him smile through my heavy lids before I felt his warm lips press to mine sweetly. He had worn me out. I couldn’t even kiss him back properly and faintly wondered how I was going to handle sex with him, actual sex, without passing out.
“I think,” Harry murmured gently when his mouth left mine, “we can both agree I should have made you eat something first.”
I laughed breathlessly and nodded. “Probably, yes.”
“Well,” Harry hummed, “let’s leave it like this then, alright?”
I tried to lean up but Harry quickly pushed me back into the pillows, moving up so he could still lay on top of me, but on eye level.
“Darling, I don’t think you’re in the state to handle sex right now. Plus, I said we’d go slow and we have all the time we want.”
Harry kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me. You’ll have a better time, if I introduce you to sex slowly. Want you to be as comfortable as possible before doing the real thing, so you’re not learning it all at once.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re perfect, you know?”
“Been told once or twice,” he replied cheekily.
We kissed once more and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once I was sure I could move my legs again I wrapped them around his waist, but gasped when I found that he was in fact still very hard. Oh.
“No, it’s not,” I insisted, “I should do something for you, too.”
Harry shook his head before kissing me once more.
“Don’t need to, love. M'good. Promise.”
“But now I feel bad,” I whispered.
Harry hummed as if in thought and squeezed me a little. “How about you show me your breasts? That would make me feel better for sure.”
“Oh god, you boy!” I laughed and my heart jumped excitedly when his head fell into my neck, his own shoulders shaking in laughter.
The sound of his throaty laughter filled the bedroom and I was sure I’d never been this happy before.
“Alright then,” I murmured, “help me get the bra off.”
“A bra, you call this?” he asked, genuine wonder in his tone. “M'a fan.”
His hands moved up my back and to the clasp of the clothing. I leaned up, giving him better access and groaned when I felt him struggle with opening it.
“You alright?” I giggled.
“I can’t get this thing open,” he complained, “Why is it so bloody hard?”
“That’s what she said.”
Harry pulled back to stare at me and it took less than ten seconds for him to break into a laugh.
“Oh for god’s sake,” he chuckled, his forehead resting against my breasts.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “I had to.”
“Knew you would make that stupid pun,” Harry answered, “And you didn’t disappoint, as you never do. In any way.”
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Hi! I wanna ask what kind of flavoured lip gloss that they would like their gf to wear or what would their reaction be when they kissed and found out that shes wearing it?? BTW LUV UR IMAGINES LUV YOU BYE~~
ahhh such a cute request thank you!!!
S.Coups: PinaColada; He’d have this smirk on his face once he tastes the lip gloss on you and he’d say something along the lines of “Someone’s been paying attention to what I like,” before leaning in again for another kiss.
Jeonghan:Vanilla; He’d lick his lips really slowly once the two of you pull away and he’d contemplate whether it was really vanilla or not so he’d ask, “Jagiya, is that vanilla?” and when you’d nod he’d sort of give this cute lil giggle.
Joshua:Chocolate; He’d sort of realize a little late that you were wearing his favorite flavor of lip gloss but once it hit him, he’d blush a little, and he’d laugh softly to himself thinking, ‘Oh wow, she never fails to surprise me.’
Jun:Mint; Sort of similar to Coups’ but like he wouldn’t say anything once he notices the lip gloss you’re wearing, he’d just keep on kissing you and he’d whisper things like “Ah, you taste so good~” against your lips. oh my god junhui
Hoshi: Peach; He’d lick his lips while a smile was forming on his lips and he’d be like “Come here, jagi, I wanna taste you again,” and he’d give you another quick peck and he’d be like really happy that you remembered his favorite flavor.
Wonwoo: Pink Lemonade; He’d give you this look that just makes you feel all tingly inside like he’d be staring at you so intensely so you’re like “um, wonwoo….?” and he’d pause for just a moment before leaning in and kissing you again.
Woozi: Blueberry; He’d sort of blink a few times while staring at you and he’d get so flustered and he’d shake his head and be like, “Aaahhh, why are you like this? Are you trying to kill me or something?” and he’d be such a cute, embarrassed puddle of mush.
DK:Kiwi; He’d just flash you his infamous megawatt smile and you’d be like, “What?” and he’d reply with, “Nothing, nothing. I just really like your lip gloss.” And he’d just keep on stealing kisses from then on. what a cutie omg
Mingyu: Strawberry; He’d be so cute about it like he’d ask you, “How’d you know that was my favorite flavor???” and he wouldn’t be able to stop staring at your lips after that and you’re like, “Oh my god Mingyu, if you want to kiss me, go ahead.”
The8: Bubblegum; He’d tilt his head to the side and just look at you really lovingly and he’d scrunch up his nose before giving you an eskimo kiss and he’d be like, “You taste really sweet, baobei.”
Seungkwan:Coconut; He’d be like “woah ok is that coconut” and he’d sort of act like he’s still in disbelief and he’d kiss you over and over again and you’d be like “seungkwan sTOp omg” but he’d just laugh before giving you a longer and lingering kiss.
Vernon:Raspberry; He’d like chuckle and rub the back of his neck and he wouldn’t be able to look at you and he’d try to explain like, “You see, um, I really like your lip gloss…” and you’d eventually get what he’s trying to say and you’d lean in to give him another kiss to put this poor boy out of his misery.
Dino: Watermelon; He’d be really excited and he’d smile really wide and ask, “Is that really watermelon?” and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, he’d just grab the sides of your face and lean in again to confirm his thoughts.
After a good solid 4 or 5 hours of watching anime, I’m finally caught up on this season.
Breakdown of my favorites: New game!! is disqualified because I already loved it, so is Re;Creators because its a leftover.
now then, Honestly this season is fucking amazing, atleast with the shows I’m actually watching. Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni is litterally my bread and butter, like when I’m looking for an anime I’d like, this is what I’m looking for “fantasy harem with the op mc” is like, my jam.
Princess Principal is beautiful, I love the steampunk setting. The characters are all memorable and the first episode alone had a good enough plot to be a 60 minute special.
Kakegurui is giving me all sorts of tinglies. The concept is Original enough and its got that psychological element that I love. Although I dont really like the artstyle I feel like it works well for this. Also the OP is fucking amazing, and the main girl…. the main girl… wewlads
Hina Logi is a magical girl moe blob with a wee bit of gay thrown in for good measure. nuff said
Tenshi no 3P is about a shut-in guy playing with three 10 year old girls in a secret church basement. No I will not elaborate.
Tsuredure Children is fucking adorable and I love it.
Aho Girl isnt revolutionary but its a funny comedy, so it does its job.
I’m pretty sure Centaur No Nayami is going to pull some shit on us and blindside us with a feels train, so keep your guard up.
@rizzonator92 said: what do you like the most about tickling?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried to answer this question for myself. Even just the basic, “Why do you like tickling at all?” in the first place has proven difficult to answer in any sort of useful fashion. But I may as well try again. :)
I have to assume that for me, psychologically, the concept of control is a big part of it. For as long as I can remember, I have always been a very methodical, purposeful person. I make a conscious effort to be efficient in my own actions, keep out of others’ ways so as not to be an obstacle, maintain a consistent temperament. I have a very hard time getting out of my own analytic head whenever something emotional or “big” happens.
Letting go of the tight control I hold over myself has a certain appeal to it. But I need to have an excuse to let go. Like a really good one. Like “it’s physically impossible to keep a lid on this” or “I’ve been specifically instructed to let this happen.” (I’ll confess I’ve been a bit intrigued by D/s dynamics [nothing strict, just a fluffy lite version which, in all honesty, likely has no business being called D/s at all] probably for the same reasons.) Getting tickled is often still an exercise in consciously letting go, at least until it goes on for longer than a few seconds and I start to fight against it. That’s when it’s starting to really get good for me, but that’s also when it most often stops. *pout*
There’s another component that I like about getting tickled by someone especially close to me, usually in a romantic situation. In order for someone to really get me good, I have to be caught in an especially vulnerable physical position. Vulnerability is terrifying. But the thought of someone having me at that disadvantage, having me in a position where they could, really, do anything to me – anything at all, and I wouldn’t be able to stop them – and they choose to make me laugh? Force me into smiles and giggles and squirming? Yes. Yes, give me all of that. That person is making a conscious decision to capitalize on their control not by hurting me or gloating over me, but by tickling me; making me squeak and writhe under a playful touch that serves absolutely no other purpose than its own.
(And, just, playfulness in a romantic context, ugh. That has always made me sort of giddy. I love that. Hugs from behind that turn into tummy tickles, neck kisses that get all nibbly, gah, I’m scrunching into a little ball of glee just thinking about it.)
Plus, I just think the sensations themselves feel amazing. I get tingly, and my stomach does little loops, and muted shivers run down my back or arms or legs. Specifically, light tickles are my jam. Light tickles on my upper arms that give me crazy goosebumps. Light tickles on my belly that make my insides feel like they’re all contracting toward a single point of infinite gravity. Light tickles on my thighs that make my strongest muscle groups tense to the point of trembling. Light tickles at my nape and hairline that propel an uncontrollable quiver through me. Light tickles at the crook of my neck that send me to knee-buckling heaven. Hnnnnnnnh.
And I have a special sort of love for plain old fingers rather than other tools. I think it’s probably because the whole concept of tickle tools tends to be focused on how much something tickles, trying to make it as intense or teasing or unbearable as possible. Whereas fingers, in my interpretation, are more concerned simply with interpersonal contact. It’s about one person being deliberately focused on affecting another, in the moment, with no elaborate planning or particular goals.
Really, what I keep coming back to is the idea of tickling being a (slightly unbearable) expression of affection. Someone knowing what it does to me, how it makes me grin and wriggle away(/closer), how I feel bright and curly and lip-bitingly desperate and intimate; someone knowing all that and choosing to trap and “torment” me with it… *squirms up into a flustered little ball* …help. (But don’t.)
I write stories in an attempt to capture bits and pieces of all these things. Sometimes I think I succeed. Sometimes I don’t. It’s frustrating, trying to pin down the indistinct feelings like a moth on a board,* so I can get a good enough look at them to translate them into written words. I usually default to writing the ‘lee’s POV, because that’s the side I understand best. But either way, what I try to encapsulate is a playful, loving relationship dynamic in which one person takes somewhat devious delight in making the other laugh and feel overwhelmed with teasing, tingling, pleasurable/intolerable touches. Major bonus points when both parties are thoroughly enjoying themselves (even if they refuse to admit it).
The actual question was “what do you like the most?” and… oh man, I don’t… I’m not sure?? I think, maybe… okay. I think I like the nature of it the most. Tickling can be so many things, and more than one of them at once. Pleasure, torture, reward, punishment, soft, rough, sensual, merciless, playful, aggressive, teasing, relentless, on and on. It changes with context and participants and intentions, in a way nothing else I can think of does; it’s versatile.
Gosh, this was tough. I hereby challenge everyone else to try to answer this. Why do you like ticking? What do you like most about it? Try to put it into words.
*No moths nor feelings were harmed in the making of this post.
“Damon will fill Elena in on some of their relationship’s pivotal moments, Season 3’s hot hotel makeout included”
You know, This part of the TVGuide spoiler really gives me a massive amount of goosebumps and tingly feelings
Because through out Delena’s journey we saw a lot of moments that were very important in building their relationship, moments that meant a lot to all DE shippers
In episode 6x02 we got Elena telling Alaric about some of these moments, we got to hear it from her and know how she felt then
And 6x07 will be sort of the Damon version of 6x02, it’s Damon’s turn to talk about those moments, maybe even some other moments that we didn’t see Elena talk about. and we get to hear it from him and know exactly how he felt about it