*sprints in* Look what I found! *slaps down Lee!Ryuki fic I made months ago and only just now rediscovered* Y'ALL! My darling boy- I just remembered how much I love Ryuki, and now I'm here to remind you too! These two are PRECIOUS, and while I'll always be an Alnyette girlie, Ryunette will forever have a soft spot in my core. I hope you like it!
CW: Foot tickles, at times intense tickles
Summary: Ryuki's sensitivity makes it hard to even cuddle at times. Luckily for him, his fiance has no issues with this.
Ryuki, Lynette learned, was a very sensitive person.
Not just in the emotional sense, but in the physical kind too.
“Pfft- you’re so squirmy!” She couldn’t help but laugh at yet another failed attempt to hold her fiance, feeling him shift about. They had been in Japan for a few days now, visiting his hometown and enjoying some sightseeing. It was lovely, but they spent so much time out and about, they barely did more than sleep when they got back to the hotel.
Which was fine- she was having a blast. And it wasn’t as if he was unwilling to be intimate with her during the evenings they actually had energy to spare.
But sometimes she just wanted to lay in their futons and cuddle- wrap her arms around his waist and lay her head against his chest. She wanted to hear the steady increase of his heart rate and how it matched her own as they slowly but surely got used to the feeling. She longed for lazy mornings or cozy nights just…sharing space with him.
Again, a lack of participation wasn’t the issue. It was just…
“I’m sorry- it tickles!” He squirmed when she ran her hand against his side, biting down giggles beneath her. “You're doing this on p-puuhuhrpose!”
“No I’m not!” Okay, maybe she was a little. It was hard to resist when he was so endearing! His laughter was like liquor to her system, making her feel lightheaded and drunk, and oh, that smile…”I’m trying to hold you! Calm down!”
“I’m completely ca-ahahalm!” He twitched like he was electrocuted when she snuggled into him, his titters growing in frequency and volume. “Lynehehehette! Cohoohme on, dohoohn’t do thahahaht!”
“Hmm?” She pressed her face into his chest, nosing past his yukata and pressing sweet little pecks against his ribs. That got him laughing, his hands coming up to paw at her shoulders as he arched beneath her. “I’m just showing you love. Are you laughing at me? That’s so mean- you’ll break my heart, Ryuki.”
“Ehehehahaha! Nohohohow I know yoohohohu’re doing this on puhuuhuhrpose! Ahahaha, dohohon’t tiihihckle mehehee!” He cried, fully laughing as he wiggled about. He squeaked when her fingers joined in, curling against his lower ribs in a slow feathery touch. “Lehhehehehenehehehehhette!”
“Hehe, tickle tickle. My, you really can’t handle this, can you? I thought you were giggly when we visited that Shiba cafe, but this?” She grinned against his skin, recalling their earlier adventure. “This is even better! Hmm..where else are you ticklish?”
“Nohoohho where! Nohoohwhere else!” He quickly claimed, cheeks getting redder. His smile was nervous but excited- he was clearly enjoying this, even if he’d deny it later. “I’m nohohot ticklish anywhere but my rihihibs!”
“Hmmm..are you sure about that?” She smiled, watching him blush more. “I think I recall you being ticklish here too..” She skittered her fingers along his belly, making him squeak and try to curl up. “Oh? Did you lie to me, Ryuki?”
“Ehehehehahaha! Coohohohome ohohohon, dohoohohn’t do thahaha-AHHAhahahha!” He tried to cover his face with his hands, but they immediately dropped down when she pressed in with all ten fingers, kneading the soft spots like dough. “Ehehehehehek! Dohohohon’t do thahahahaht! Eheahha, it tihiihihckles toohoohohohoo muhuhuuch!”
“Ah! So you did lie to me!” She gasped, pretending to be shocked. “That’s a penalty for you, Ryuki! It’s punishment time!”
“Whahat? Whahait, what puhunis-EHEHEHEHEK!” He shrieked when she pushed his robe open, blowing a huge raspberry against his ribs. Her position made it hard to reach his stomach, but the result was still satisfying. “NOHOHO PLEAHHAHSE!”
“Shall I do it again?” She playfully threatened, grinning at his smiling face. “Or do you want to be honest with me?”
“Ehehehe..ehhehehe..do-doohohn’t loohohk at me like thahahat!” He covered his face with his hands, turning away. “Oohoohkay, ohohokay, I’m tiihihcklish thehehere…hahahahppy?”
“Very.” She nodded, giving him a much needed breather. Once he calmed down, she let her fingers walk down his sides, resting at his hips. “How about here?”
“Ehehe..a lihihittle, but not reahhally?” He offered, and she pinched them just to check. He giggled some, but the reaction was definitely minor compared to the rest of his torso. “Sheheheee?”
“I believe you. Now…what about here?” She reached for his armpits, and he immediately shot his arms down tight to block her from them. “Oo, bad spot?”
“Tehheehherrible!” He whined, laughing even though she didn’t touch them. “Nohoohoht my woohohorst though.”
“Oh?” Her curiosity spiked, and he flinched at his accidental reveal. “So you have an even more ticklish spot than your belly and ribs? Even more than your armpits?”
“Y-yheehhes?” He nodded, hiding from her mischievous gaze. “I wohhohon’t tell you though!”
“Oo, gonna make me work for it?” She swept a finger to his neck, wiggling against the back. She knew it wasn’t much of a tickle spot, but he scrunched up anyway with a titter, swatting at her hand. “Okay, not your neck- maybe your…back?” She squirreled her hand under him, scratching the entire way. He arched some at the touch, his giggles growing, but again- not the reaction she was looking for. “Hmmm…I bet it’s your legs.”
“Wait! Whahahit, waihahahit, hohohohld on!” He grabbed her sleeve, preventing her from turning. “Giihihve me a sehehehcond, pleahhase!”
She did, tucking her hands politely beneath her chin as he gasped for air. An arm was tossed over his face, hiding his furious blush, and it took all her willpower not to poke him in his exposed armpit. She was a woman of her word, after all.
Eventually, he lowered his arm, his other hand releasing her sleeve and smoothing it out some. “Okay…okay, fine. You can try. I’m not sorry if I kick you, though.”
“You won’t.” She blew him a kiss, turning around so she was facing his legs. Her hands immediately latched onto his thighs, earning a funny noise from him. “Is it here?”
“Geheheehhehe! Nohohohot rehahaha-AHAHAHLLY!” Ryuki bucked beneath her when she began squeezing, focusing on the spot just above where his knees connected. A good reaction- a great one even! Still, she suspected this wasn’t his most ticklish spot. Call it intuition, but she knew there had to be an even bigger reaction here.
“Thighs are a good spot- noted.” She giggled, going for his knees next. In response, his laughter increased, as did his squirms. His feet kicked against the futon while she skittered her fingers along the joint, relishing his adorable cackles. “These are also a good spot it seems, and yet…I bet I can get an even better reaction from you…here!”
“Yeaahhahah rihhihihght! Goohohod luck with tha-AHHHAHH!” He positively shrieked when she grabbed his foot, scribbling into the soft skin. Then she got a series of unexpected pig snorts and squeals, contrasting greatly with his glamorous appearance. “LYNEHEEHEHHEHETTE! EHEHAHHAHAHAHA! AHHHEAHHAHAHA!”
“How do you stand pedicures when you’re this ticklish?” She delighted in his reaction, expertly avoiding his other foot as it tried to kick her away. She repositioned herself so she sat on both legs, getting both of his feet at the same time. Occasionally, she poked at his toes, making his laugh go silent. “I bet you do your own pedi’s and tell the salon not to touch them when you go. I know- I do the same.”
If he had a response, Ryuki couldn’t give it to her, too lost in his mirth. Feeling merciful- she stopped tickling him, massaging his calves as he struggled to calm. Then she realized they were just as ticklish as his thighs and decided to move away from his legs altogether, turning back to face him and laying across his heaving belly like a weighted blanket. “Sorry- was that too much?”
He couldn’t speak- couldn’t really do anything at the moment. She got cozy as he collected himself, head against his chest and arms around his torso. His body vibrated with residue snickers, voice a little raspy when he could finally speak. “Tahhahat..was intense!”
“Was it?” She asked, genuine with her concern. Seeing that, he averted his gaze, ears bright red. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fiihihne.” He cleared his throat, running a hand through his bangs. “I haven’t been tickled like that since…well, I’ve never been tickled like that. My mom and sister as you know are touchy- they tickled me a lot when I was a kid. Sometimes dad joined in, but never to that extreme though. This was…honestly kinda fun.” He finally met her gaze, looking a bit sheepish but determined to speak his mind. “I trusted you during it, and I trust you now. It was…refreshing, to let go like that.”
“Really? Huh. I never thought of tickle fights like that.” She mused, resting her chin against him as he played with her loose hair. “I don’t recall having many growing up. My parents and aunt would tickle me occasionally, but the older I got, the rarer that became. Even when I moved in with my roommates, we didn’t really have tickle fights.” She couldn’t recall ever having one with Claris or Gill. “To let yourself go and just give in…it sounds both scary and exciting. Hey.” She leaned forward to kiss him gently. “Thanks for trusting me enough to do so.”
“Yeah well- don’t get too excited about doing this again. I’m gonna find out where you’re ticklish.” He huffed, but she could see her words touched him. “You said something about pedicures earlier- your feet are ticklish?”
“Yeah- not as much as yours though.” She giggled at his pout. “But that’s all I’m gonna say! If you want to find all my tickle spots, you’re just gonna have to come at me.”
“Is that an invitation?” His confidence was returning. She knew she was tiptoing around a landmine being so bold, but this side of him was just as endearing as the other one. She let him flip their positions, hovering over her with a devious smirk. “Are you…asking me to tickle you?”
“What if I am?” She bravely declared, raising her chin. “Are you gonna follow through or not?”
“I want you to say it.” He growled, and finally- a tiny prick of uneasiness curled in her chest. It wasn’t unpleasant- if anything, it made her even more excited. “Say you want me to tickle you.”
She grinned, leaning up until she was close to his ear. “Make me.”
His eyes flashed with challenge, and she knew in an instant she let that landmine blow up sky high.
I have my gripes with the CupiPara FD but it did give me a scene where Lynette pushes Allan down onto a bed for a kiss and turns him into an anxious, blushing mess. For this I am very grateful.
