shoutout to yukimiya kenyu's laughter kink and a good ol' tickle kink {tw}
kenyu likes when you let him allow him to indulge you.
it’s a delicious part of your dynamic, one he only uses when he knows you need it, to shut the brain off and let him completely take over your soul and mind. he would never, and has never, led you astray with your trust to take care of you when you need it most.
and today, he can tell, you need it fiercely.
he sees it in your eyes the second you creep up to him on the couch, standing between him and the tv. he smiles at the adorable interruption, warm eyes glazing up and down your body to soak you in: the oversized shirt you're wearing keeps your torso hidden from his hungry eyes, but your legs are bare without pants or even shorts to adorn you, nothing but underwear on your pretty hips. your toe digs into the rug, and for a girl who has never been told no to once in your relationship, you look absolutely intimidated under his gaze.
"hello," he chuckles softly. he gently reaches out for your dangling hand and he holds it gently, kissing the back of it. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"
you shrug. he smiles, "you seem very shy today, pretty girl. is that true?" you nod softly, and he squeezes your hand, "that's okay. you can be as shy as you want, love."
you finally work up the courage to look him in the eyes, and he straightens up against the cushions. “c’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers, patting his thighs for you. you waste no time in climbing on, straddling the thick muscles before ducking your head down shyly, playing with the hem of his shirt. his hands gently rest on your thighs, thumb gently stroking back and forth over your smooth skin, “you wanna tell me what you want? hmm?”
a swift “nhm-hmm,” and a shake of your head is his answer. he’s the furthest thing from surprised, you’re usually far too in your headspace to even acknowledge his question, let alone tell him you’re not about to share details of everything you’re craving from him. he’s smiles and gently nudges your nose with his, “no? gonna make me guess?” his hands slip up to your waist, and he watches as you tense up just slightly under the faint touch.
a small smile curls on your face, and you nod. he pretends to hum in thought, voice low and soft as silk, nose drawing up your cheek, “let's see. what could my baby want?" he stops, warm breath puffing out over your cheeks, "how about… if i kiss you here?”
you nod. he smiles against your skin and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek bone, his hands on your waist splaying out as his thumbs stroke your hipbones. you shudder. “good girl.” more silence follows, and he gently guides his face to whisper in your ear, “what if i kiss you here?”
once more, you nod, and he kisses just below the lobe of your ear, making a soft whine leave your throat as your arms toss around his neck. he grins, “am i getting warmer?”
“nhm-hmm…”
“no?” he chuckles, gently biting your earlobe, relishing in the gasp you let out and the way you shrink to the side slightly. “i think you’re lying to me, angel.” you tighten your hold on him, as if trying to hide your face from his gaze. it doesn’t work, and he pulls back to nudge his nose with yours again, “what if i kissed you here?” he asks, lips brushing against yours. you nod fervently, and he decides against teasing you with a kiss to your nose, to instead kiss your lips. tongues lacing with each other as he leads the kiss from somewhere relatively innocent, to downright filthy. your eyes flutter shut and your body goes limp, the muscles of your flanks barely quivering as his hand rubs up and down your side. your hips subtly roll over his, warmth from your pussy heating through his sweatpants. “you’re so pretty… my pretty baby.”
“no,” you pant. he pulls back to look at what a mess you already are, lips shiny from the kiss and pupils dilating with hungry lust. your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and you’re pouting as your hips subtly rock against his hardening cock.
he gasps dramatically at your answer, making you smile and sink your teeth into your lip, “you are, you are my pretty baby. prettiest ive ever seen…” he smiles and presses another kiss to your lips, “and you’ll let me do just about anything to you right now, won’t you? as long as it feels good?"
you whimper. he’s right. he grins.
“how about if i touch you here?” he asks, hands shifting to your ass to encourage you to roll your hips against his. your eyes flutter shut as the fabric from his sweatpants shifts against your dampening panties perfectly, his covered member catching your clit deliciously. you nod, allowing him to coax your body into a mush of arousal and compliance. his hands slip under your shirt, tracing patterns into the skin of your sides and back as your hips settle into a rhythm.
you keen and giggle, and he chuckles as he rests his head in the juncture of your neck. he kisses your pulse point, “you always get so sensitive when you're aroused, sweet girl..."
“no,” you squeak.
“yes, you do,” he assures, using his nails to playfully scratch your sides. you giggle and toss your head back fully, but you don’t pull your arms down; they merely quiver on their perch on his shoulders. “almost ticklish..." your breath hitches and you tug his hair in your fists gently. "but i feel like you're alright with that, aren't you?"
“no!” you’re quick to deny.
he hums.
“i don’t believe you.”
he gently tickles you, nails teasing down your spine and hips and squishy thighs, tracing the bones of your ribs, your giggles of erogenous joy filling the air. you toss your head back and let your laughter out, the tone relaxed and a far cry from the panicked laughter you usually release when he teases you with more intensity.
this is all about your pleasure, after all.
“there’s that laugh i love,” he pants, one hand gently scritching the back of your neck, the other slithering down your back and down to your ass. fuck, he does love it, he craves it with every atom of his being, and when it mingles with your pleasure, his cock twitches sharply with every gaspy 'please!' you give him, his mind curious as to if you mean "please stop" or "please keep going."
it's exhilarating.
he encourages you to keep rutting your hips, and you do so eagerly. your moans are whiny as they break through your squeals, feet kicking wildly in a weak and barely serious attempt to try and escape. he feels them flailing and grins, “they want some attention too?” his long arm guides his hand away from your delicate neck, and he uses a long finger to swipe up your sole, just enough to make you whimper.
“no,” you beg. over your shoulder, he watches them scrunch up at the tease, toes curling. his cock throbs in his pants, the temptation to cruelly ignore you is strong, but he decides against it when you whimper out a soft "more. higher."
he’ll save those writhing feet for later.
“what’s the magic word?” you grunt in annoyance and need. his fingers stop, and you groan even louder. “c’mon baby. you know it.” he chuckles and shrugs, "i won't keep going, if you don't ask politely."
"please."
he smiles.
"good job, sweet girl."
he buries his face in your neck once again as his fingers continue tapping your sides and ribs, making the nerves under the warm skin become electric with excitement. subconsciously, your hips settle into a rhythmic rut, pussy damp and soaking through the fabric of your panties and creating a delicious friction for you to fuck on. your walls flutter around nothing as searing pleasure soars through you. your clit thumps in an attempt for more of kenyu's attention, be it through erogenous stimulation, or slender fingers slipping inside of you and working you so purposefully.
whatever he does, you crave the outcome all the same.
nimble fingers pinch up and down your sides, your gasps breaking peals of laughter to signify just how much your body is reacting to the sensations. his dick is painfully hard enough, let alone with your hiccupy giggles sugary sweet as they swim in his head.
you're euphoric, you're completely at his mercy as you can't bring yourself to do anything but arch into his touch, zaps of pleasure brewing a blazing, almost unbearable heat between your legs. your head falls forward to rest against his shoulder, giggles becoming more akin to overstimulated whines and pitching in a pleasured cry that makes him sink his teeth into his lip.
"kenny," you manage, babbling around bubbly giggles that rise in tone to be moaned out. "mmhn, i ne-ha!need you!"
"fuck," he groans, his tickling stopping for a briefly. you let out the most frustrated cry he's ever heard, it's so pathetic and desperate, he feels the aroused coil in his stomach tighten. he's quick with reaching between you both to pull out his cock, hissing at the cool air that shocks the nerves at his tip, covered with sticky precum that dribbles out. his other hand pulls your panties to the side, and you help him by lining yourself up with his shaft, lowering yourself, hissing at the sting of not being prepped, but feeling him sink deeper just from how soaked you are. he nearly cums just from the squeezing of your walls against his tip, your swiveling hips doing your best to take him deeper. you’re bouncing on your knees, face scrunched in delicious frustration with every shift to take him deeper you can manage.
he decides now’s a good time to make you feel as good as you wanted, as good as you deserve to feel, to try and coax you into more arousal; his left hand makes its way south, delicate fingers searching out your clit that absolutely throbs under his touch. you go hoarse, jaw slacking and letting out a pornographic moan, walls positively squeezing around him. his right arm wraps around your body to hold you close, hand nudging your shirt up and tickling your bare side with vigor and purpose. you’re practically purring, giggles bubbling from your lips and mingling with your moans of satisfaction.
your body in its writhing finally settles to take his shaft fully, thighs slapping together as your ass makes contact with his strong muscles. “oh, fuck,” he groans, squeezing your flank. you squeal and tug his hair roughly again, “i know baby, i know, fuck i know.” his thumb swipes a firm circle on your clit, making your voice crack with the sheer volume you wail.
“kenyu!” you cry, head turning to his neck and positively whimpering in delight. his cock, as it always manages to, prods the strawberryish wall inside of you to make flashes of white crackles dance over your vision, and with the firm circles drawn on your clit and the ungodly way those terrible fingers are tickling you without mercy, if doesn’t take long before your body starts to quiver, your hands gripping his hair hard enough you feel a few hairs come loose. “oh god, oh fuck!”
blunt nails tickle the delicate skin your ribs, stimulating the nerves covering the delicate bones to send electric shocks through your nervous system that begs you to squirm away- but you don’t. you never do, you can’t, you’re desperate for it, a fien for it, and you throw your head back again as you scream in ecstasy for the sensations coursing through you.
your head tosses back in excitement, your cunt sopping wet and dribbling for him as you toe the line of an orgasm. hot, blinding euphoria makes your entire body feel heavy, weighted down as you focus on feeling, letting his hands and dick stimulate you in ways only he can.
“gonna cum,” you rasp in a single, tight breath. “oh my god, im gonna cum, oh god, kenyu, please-“
“‘m close too, sweet girl,” he grits his teeth, knowing he’s sending you into a spiral of erogenous torture. “ohhhh, baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, i know you love this so much.”
“please!” you wail, his teasing sending you deeper into frenzy. when his index finger tickles the gap between two of your ribs and the fingers on your swollen clit tighten their circling to be quicker, your breathing becomes labored and you finally cum.
your chest heaves, your laughter being overrode with straight moans of delighted agony. your thighs burn, squeezing around his lap, riding him through your orgasm despite the overstimulation and exhaustion swirling inside of you. your head is swimming, your mind is foggy and left to focus on nothing but the feeling of slender fingers working your body so expertly, toying with you. you barely know your own name, babbling incoherent little appreciative words and whimpering as he tickles and fucks you through the overload of sensory.
when your body twitches away and your laughter returns, much more frantic, almost panicked as your pleasure becomes too much, he slows down the pace of his fingers and instead grabs your waist. he guides your hips purposefully, eager to reach his own climax after watching your body receive the most delicious treatment he can provide. it doesn’t take long before his jaw slacks and his head tosses back against the cushions, ropes of his cum splattering your twitching walls. you shiver at the feeling, collapsing against his chest in exhaustion. his arms come up to wrap around you, cradling you close to his chest. a big hand gently cups the back of your head, letting your body come down after the onslaught of desire that filled your soul.
“feel better?” he mumbles against you, kissing your temple. you mewl and nod, and he chuckles and rests his head against yours. “it gets more beautiful every time, sweet girl.”
“please don’t tease,” you whine in embarrassment.
he chuckles, “i mean it. you don’t know how much i love giving you what you want, exactly how you want it. almost like im fine tuning an instrument.”
you huff and hide your face in his neck, making him squeeze you tighter. “i wonder if i can make you cum just from tickling you next time.”
“oh my god,” you rasp.
“bet you’d let me find out, hmm?”
“please stop talking,” you beg.
he laughs, “alright. i won’t be mean anymore.”
you nod and close your eyes, warming his softening cock as you feel yourself melt against him, eager to let your electric body regulate once again.
then, you hear him hum, “not now, anyways.”
he smirks at the squeak you let out, grateful you don’t see it.
