a twerp by any other name

They tease and flirt, ask and beg to be tickled, sometimes even laying across your lap showing off their tummy, gently nudging you to finally tickle them.

And of course they are fanning a fire, but you don't wanna give in so easily. Yet the constant teases, the little jabs and them showing off their spots so willingly takes its toll.

But when you finally oblige, straddling their hips and gently raking your fingers across their tummy, your gentle touch makes them jump and before you can move further they grab your wrists blushing furiously, stammering and clearly so so flustered.

It tickled more than they expected, they say clearly avoiding to look at you, squirming and whining. You gently tug on your wrists and their strength is not enough to stop you from slowly lowering them towards their tummy.

Their panicked babbling suddenly is accompanied by squeals and panicked giggling as your fingers lower not even touching them. You can feel them squirm, kicking their legs and see how much they are shaking their head. Yet their hands are not really pushing to stop you, mostly gently tugging.

A smirk crawls across your skin when you see them try to arch away from your fingers and you can't help but tease them about how much they clearly wanted this, how they were begging for you to tickle them and how they wouldn't stop teasing you. All that while they are so ticklish they can't even take your fingers gently scratching their tummy?

Oh they are in for it now, the gentle scratching, turning into wiggling fingers and soft squeezes. Arms being pinned and hidden spots being attacked, while a symphony of laughter and pleas fill the room. A melody of snorts and squeaks, loud shrieks and soft whimpers, fueling you to find every ticklish spot on them.

Switching between teasing and praising them, watching their face blush, listening to the pleas that slowly transition into begging for more. Giving them everything they wanted and then some.

Surely that was enough of a lesson for them, is probably what you think the next day until they flop across your lap again giving you that shy smile and pulling up their shirt.

I'm not sure how you make it through life when you're this ticklish

What if you're wearing a skirt and there's a cool summer breeze? Or you want to sit down somewhere soft, like a meadow?

What if someone's really mean and they glide their fingers up your thighs just like this... just because they can... just because they know what it does to you...

“i love it when you get this dumb for me”

“you’re so pretty when you’re desperate”

“you get wet so fast it’s precious”