#zerberts

She told me they 10/10 tickle lmao i need to experience it for myself someday 😀

Nice idea, but Judy needs to work on her execution... I’ve found that for maximum ticklishness, zerberts work best on the tummy.  ;)

When he left the house that morning he hadn’t had that look on his face. That irritated crooked frown on his face as he grumbles incoherently with green mess all over his sweater.

You watch him as he sits down and takes off his sweater, continuing his grumblings. He tosses the sweater to the trash and touches his chest to be sure nothing seeped through the material of his shirt.

You ask what happened and he looks up at you in surprise as if he hadn’t expected you to be there.

“I had the misfortune of running into the barf fairies,” he replies. “Their vomit is slightly more acidic so should it have touched my skin too long I’d be down a couple of layers of skin and probably never grow hair there again,” he explains.

You make light note of how you’d’ve missed his chest hair and his face flushes.

“You love playing with my body hair far too much,” he grumbles.

You reach over and begin squishing his soft middle and tease you like playing with his tummy more. You can’t help but to laugh quietly at his embarrassed blush growing hotter... and yet he makes no move to stop you.

You gently press your lips to his tummy and rub it softly. He watches your every movement curiously. Your lips twitch into a mischievous smirk and before he can question what you’re about to do your lips are firmly pressed against his stomach and you’re blowing out air to make a fart noise.

He laughs and squirms away as his hands grab your wrists. He pulls you up so you’re face to face and gives an amused glower.

“Did you just zerbert me?”

You proudly admit it and he smirks.

“I suppose I owe you one.”

He shifts so both of your wrists are held in one strong hand and he lifts up your shirt to reveal your soft belly. He zerberts right on your ticklish spot and you laugh, kicking your feet and squirming away from him.

You say something along the lines of “I can’t stand you” as you pant in recovery of laughing so hard.

“You started it,” he replies.