#lickle

Another favorite.

"Don't just tickle her underarm. Eat it!"

For the Anon who suggested Zim use a little tongue! ;) Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Invader Zim

Shipping: ZADR

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“ZIM!” Dib shrieked, struggling uselessly against the handcuffs. Six merciless fingers were digging into his underarms, forcing peals of laughter from him. He bucked his hips but the alien was immovable. “Stop! Please! I can’t!”

“You can,” Zim replied in an odd combination of sinister encouragement. “Just another minute. I’m teaching you to withstand.” He chuckled at the fresh wave of hysterics he pulled from his human test subject. “I know it tickles, but I do so enjoy seeing you like this, Dib.”

Dib half-growled, half-squealed. “Ugh, shut up! You’re making it worse!”

Zim’s smile turned wicked. “Ah, yes, I remember. You are susceptible to teasing.” He slowed his pace to scribbling. “But I’m not teasing you now; I am being sincere.”

“It s-still comes off as teasing, Zim!” Dib’s cheeks hurt from laughing so much, his neck and ears hot with a blush. It really didn’t help that the Irken had insisted he be shirtless for the sake of “ease of access” during this particular torture session. “God, please, stop! Stop!”

After another few seconds, Zim did stop. He smirked down at his only slightly willing victim. “You have already lasted longer than ever before, Dib. You should be proud of your progress.”

“Proud?!” Dib asked incredulously as he gasped for breath. “I can’t take much more of this, Zim. I’m losing my mind. Why did I have to be tied up for this?”

“I’ve told you before, you struggle too much.” Zim scooted back so he was straddling Dib’s legs closer to his knees now. “If it makes you feel any better, I only wish to try one new thing. Then I’ll be satisfied with today’s experimentation.”

Dib groaned. “You make this sound really detached, for what it is.”

Zim smirked. “Would you rather I tease you about how much fun it is for me to simply…?” He trailed a finger down Dib’s side, watching him jump from the contact. “Because it is very fun. I thoroughly enjoy making you laugh like a lunatic.”

Despite his darkening blush, Dib smirked back. “Well, I can say the same for you, Zim.”

The Irken smiled, but did not show any signs of becoming flustered. He was still far too in control for that. He trailed his fingers along Dib’s hipline, and as the human giggled, he spoke. “I wish to attempt something that you did to me last time our positions were swapped. I believe you called them blueberries?”

Dib laughed, though not from the light tickling. “Raspberries, Zim. They’re called raspberries.”

Zim shrugged, undeterred. “I am unsure exactly how they were executed, however. I was too busy enjoying them. Would you teach me?”

“You want me to teach you how to blow raspberries so you can torture me further?”

“This is not torture, it’s tickle torture,” Zim corrected, kneading his fingers into Dib’s hips, making his giggles border on laughter. “There is a difference.”

“O-Okay, okay! Tickle torture.” He fought not to shudder as the words left his lips. “Fine. It’s really easy. Just take a deep breath and blow with your lips on my skin.”

After a couple of awkward first tries, Zim successfully landed a raspberry on Dib’s lower ribcage. Dib pulled at the handcuffs and giggled uncontrollably, trying desperately to squirm. Three raspberries later, Zim sat back and frowned. “It does not appear to be working on you as well as it did on me.”

“Everyone’s different, Zim,” Dib replied. “What works for you may not for me. It’s like how we have different worst spots. Yours are your hips, mine are my feet. There’s no guarantee every trick or technique will work the same way on everyone.”

“Perhaps a different spot will work better.”

“Maybe. Give it a try.” I can’t believe I’m encouraging this, Dib thought.

After a moment’s contemplation, Zim leaned down and blew a raspberry directly over Dib’s belly button – a spot the human had had to explain and endure earlier that day. This time, though, much to Zim’s delight, Dib shrieked and tossed his whole body to the side. The alien grinned and was preparing to blow another when Dib cried, “What was that?”

Confused, Zim stopped. “What was what?”

“That felt slimy! What did you do?” Dib’s eyes were wide with horror. “Did you use your tongue or something?”

Zim considered. Without answering, he leaned down to blow a raspberry just beside Dib’s belly button. Dib giggled crazily but didn’t react as he had before. Curiously, Zim just barely stuck his tongue out and ran it along the human’s skin in the same spot.

Dib burst into laughter. “No, no! Ew! Stop it! You can’t use your tongue!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s gross!”

“But it tickles you, yes?”

Dib blushed harder, giving himself away before he could protest. “I…I-I mean, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can use it!”

“Is its being ‘gross’ your only objection?”

This question was a trap and Dib knew it, but he was too far gone to be saved now. “It…it also really tickles!”

Zim grinned wickedly. “Good.”

Then he leaned down and began running his tongue all over Dib’s belly and sides. Dib laughed – not the screaming, desperate kind of laugh that would erupt from his underarms or feet, but a surprised laugh that told Zim he couldn’t believe the alien was doing this, and that it tickled so much. He tossed back and forth to lessen the sensation, but that stopped quickly when Zim grabbed his hips and pinned them down to hold him still.

“Stop, Zim! This is so wrong!”

“Why is it wrong?”

“Dude, this is…!” Dib trailed off, unsure he wanted to finish the sentence. Zim stopped and looked up at him, his genuine curiosity and innocence making the human’s insides twist.

“This is what?”

Dib swallowed, suddenly very aware of how vulnerable he was. “It’s kind of…intimate.”

The Irken paused, sitting up, considering. After a moment he said, “Is intimate a bad thing?”

Oh, come on. Dib blushed even harder. “N-No, but…it’s kind of awkward since I…you know. Like you, and everything.”

“I like you, too, Dib,” Zim said genuinely. “We’re friends now, remember?”

“Ugh.” Dib let his head fall back wearily. “That’s not what I mean, Zim.”

“Oh.” Zim knew what Dib meant, but he refused to let that be a barrier between them now that they’d come so far. “Dib, putting aside our current differences in feelings, did you enjoy what I was doing?”

Dib was positive he could not possibly blush any harder. Had he enjoyed it? Of course he had. But did he really want Zim to know? “I…didn’t dislike it, I guess…”

Zim grinned. “Then I am happy to continue doing it.”

“W-Wait--!” Dib’s protest died on his tongue, replaced by a new round of laughter as the Irken’s pointed tongue glided across the skin of his torso. His blush was never ending, but he knew there was no stopping Zim once he set his mind to something. The alien would continue this new experimentation until he was satisfied or until Dib used the safe word.