heyy I love your content! im craving some gently tummy tickles rn would you be able to write something about the lee receiving like the gentlest tummy tickles known to man like so soft they can barely be felt and create butterflies and shivers on impact? like borderline asmr if that makes sense 💕💕💕
You were clinging. Really clinging. I mean, I wasn't gonna complain, your cuddles are my favourite, but the extent had me wondering if something was wrong. You'd nuzzled your head into my shoulder, and had barely been able to stay still for five minutes. Wrapping my arm up in yours, laying on my lap, essentially acting as though you were trying to crawl into my skin. Then I noticed you'd maneuvered so my hand was resting on your tummy. Lee mood?
You held my hand against your tummy, nuzzling into me further. I just smiled, resting my head on yours and waiting. Eventually, you went in for the kill, laying back into my lap and stretching, your shirt rising up, exposing that pretty lower tummy and allowing me to glimpse that adorable bellybutton.
"Someone craving a tickle?" I teased, speaking softly and quietly. You froze, eyes wide, as though you were somehow shocked I'd caught on. That pretty red hue appeared on your face and you bit your lip. But didn't say yes, or nod, or giggle. Like usual.
"Hey, what's going on darling? You can tell me." I coaxed, gently stroking your cheek as you tripped over your words, "You look exhausted, I don't wanna tickle you too much tonight because you're already so worn out." I soothed, watching you melt into my touch. "That's kinda the point. I want them, but the really gentle kind." You mumbled, hiding your face in my shirt.
"I've got you sweetheart, that's definitely something we can do." Smiling, I lay down beside you, gently holding you down. One of your arms wrapped around me, the other above your head, my hand gently holding yours. Your blush deepened further as you nuzzled in, the corners of your mouth already twitching into a flustered little smile.
Slowly, I lifted your shirt, rolling it up to just under the ribs to expose that gorgeous tummy. You sucked in a breath as my nails descended on your skin, my barely there touch forming goosebumps and making you shudder in my arms. "I've got you, darling. That's it." I praised, slowly tracing my fingers around your tummy. My touch was too light to make you laugh. Too light for giggles, or to make you fight. You simply gasped and twitched in my arms, your muscles contracting under my gentle touch.
"You're adorable, sweetheart, you know that?" I whispered, tracing that sensitive lower tummy. You whimpered a little, all flustered for me, and hid in my shoulder. Gentle touch up your side, making you shiver. I stayed there a little while, up and down, up and down, until you started to curl your body away from the relentless tickles. Then I swept them across that ticklish body, trailing them across the bottom ribs to slip down the other side, up and down, up and down, until those nerves were on edge in the gentlest of ways.
I moved back up to your ribs, and just traced side to side, slowly moving downwards across that pretty tummy, watching you arch your back, a blissful smile plastered across your face. "You're doing so well, darling. So good for me. So sensitive, just laying here in my arms and letting me have this pretty tummy." I whispered in your ear. You giggled a little at this, so flustered for me. So good for me.
I then started to draw large circles on your tummy, lower ribs to side, to waistband, to side, back up to ribs. Slow circles, ever so slowly getting smaller and smaller with each cycle. Keeping you twitching. Keeping you tensing. Smaller and smaller, round and round. My thumb stroking your wrist on your restrained hand, my mouth planting gentle kisses on your forehead. Smaller and smaller, round and round. Getting closer to that adorable bellybutton in the center of that tummy. I could feel your tension building. So pretty for me.
"Aww, is this pretty bellybutton feeling ticklish, hmm? Getting a little squirmy for me, darling, that's it. I've got you. Let those sweet reactions out." I praised, circling closer, smaller, until my finger was swirling just around the rim of your bellybutton. Then, I slipped it in. You let out a beautiful little gasp as your tummy convulsed, my nail just swirling around that pretty button as you melted into me, the tiniest giggles escaping as you squirmed. "Aww, look at these sweet reactions. So tickly for me, hey? You're doing so good, darling."
I tickled your bellybutton until you tipped your head back, arching into the tickles and then squirming away. I finally let up, before gently spidering my nails across the surface of your tummy. Barely there. Feather light. Slow and steady, relentless. The softest giggles escaped your mouth. The slightest squirming. But most of all you'd melted into my arms, taking it beautifully for me, accepting the tickles and affection I was so gladly offering.
I tickled, for a while. And when I started to see you tiring, I placed my hand flat onto your tummy, sweetly rubbing those phantom tickles away. I let go of your hand, wrapping my arm around you as I rubbed your tummy a few more times. You snuggled into me, and I switched to rubbing your back.
I pulled the blanket back up, tucking it around you as I spoke. "You okay sweetheart, all tickled out?" I asked. You nodded into me. Tired, content. Then fell asleep safe in my arms, laying on the sofa, shirt still lifted and movie playing in the background.
