april
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Jacob
The room was quiet, filled with soft morning light. You were cacooned beneath the sheets, still deep in sleep. Beside you, Jacob lay stretched on top of the covers, his warm, honey brown eyes already open.
He'd been awake for a while, watching the rise and fall of your chest, the way you curled into the sheets like a little nest. But the longer he waited, the more his grin grew, dimples deepening as the mischievous itch in him refused quiet.
Finally he whispered, "Rise and shine sleepyhead." And with that, he slipped his hand onto your side and wiggled his fingers right into your ribs...through the sheet.
You yelped awake, laughter bursting out instantly. "JAHAHAHACOB! NO! NOHOHOHO!"
His grin spread wide, his whole face lighting up. "Oh, there you are. Thought these sheets looked too lumpy, its definitely you under there. Oh, well, still have to test for quality control." His fingers scribbled faster, pressing the sheet down so each poke tickled deep into your ribs.
"STOP! I-I CAN'T!" You twisted under the sheet, but the more you thrashed, the more the sheet wound around you. It cinched tight, tangling your arms against your sides.
Jacob chuckled, his voice soft and delighted. "Look at you...snug as a bug...in a giggle rug."
"Jacob, no! Please, no!" You squealed, head thrashing against the pillows as his hands danced mercilessly up and down your ribcage.
He leaned closer, his messy light-brown hair falling into his eyes, making him appear even more boyish. "You're stuck now, love. You might as well surrender...these ribs are all mine." He punctuated it by drumming his fingers into each hollow through the fabric, each little rhythm making your laughter spike.
You gasped for air, but the sheet held you down tighter. Panic laced your voice. "I'm tangled! I can't get out!"
His smile softened but his fingers didn't stop. "Mhm, I noticed," he teased gently. "It's like the bed wrapped you up as a present for me."
And thats when he noticed.
Your bare feet were sticking out from the bottom of the sheets. His smile turned brighter.
"Oh, April...you forgot to hide the best part."
Before you could plead, his fingers swept across your soles, and you screamed, laughter spilling uncontrollably as your toes curled and splayed.
"Noooo! Not my feet!"
Jacob chuckled, tracing lazy circles, then darting suddenly under your toes, making you squeal. "Ohhh, these little traitors gave you away." He said warmly. "They're practically waving me down."
Your legs kicked uselessly in the air but his hands followed them effortlessly. "Dont fight it! Dont fight it!" He taunted. "Ten toes, and not a single one safe."
Jacob paused, fingertips hovering just below your curled toes. He watched your face as you braced for the attack. You froze, your whole body tensing, lungs locked in anticipation for the inevitable torment.
Before you could exhale, he surged forward, crawling up the bed in a blur. All ten fingers dove straight back into your ribs, kneading through the sheet mercilessly into every notch and hollow.
You screamed with laughter, your voice breaking as you thrashed against your unintended bindings. "Nooooo, Jacob! Not there again!"
He laughed right along with you, utterly charmed, his face glowing with delight as you twisted desperately. "Hopelessly stuck, and all mine."
Laughter spilled out, bright and raw as his fingers explored every rib. At last, you gasped out between shrieks, "Mercy! Please, Jacob, have mercy!"
He paused long enough to let out a mock exasperated sound, his eyes widening with feined annoyance. "Mercy? Why do you always want to take my toys away from me?" His words were scolding, but his grin never faltered, dimples on full display as your tears glittered in the light.
With a sigh as though granting the greatest favor in the world, he tugged at the corner of the sheet and gave a sharp pull. Your body rolled free from its cacoon, tumbling onto your back, breathless and flushed.
"Fine," he said sweetly, voice low with playful menace. "If its mercy you want..."
And in the next instant, the world went dark. With one smooth motion, Jacob fluffed the sheet high into the air and let it float down over you, covering you completely up to your neck. Then, swift as a fox, he ducked beneath it, his warm body sliding underneath until he was completely with you in the close darkness.
You barely had time to yelp before his hands latched onto your legs, his strong fingers squeezing firmly from the tops of your knees up to the tops of your thighs, sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness through your whole body.
You shrieked, bucking wildly, but his weight pinned your legs, as his hands moved with ruthless speed.
He laughed low and sweet, his breath hot against your stomach. "Oh, these legs dont stand a chance! I've got you now, little one."
Before you could get out a single protest, those clever hands darted higher, abandoning your thighs completely and shooting straight into your underarms, ten wriggling, adept fingers scribbled mercilessly against your bare skin from within the smothered darkness.
You thrashed violently under the sheet, cackling and howling, but his arms locked you down, his strong body pressing you helpless as his hands ravaged your worst spots.
At first the attack was wild and merciless, fingers darting and curling wickedly until you thought you'd lose your voice. But then, slowly, he eased.
The sudden change made your laughter hitch into shakey gasps. You couldn't see him, only feel the soft brush of his fingers beneath, the faint stir of the sheet as he shifted. The anticipation made your nerves burn hotter than the tickling itself.
"Mmm," Jacob murmured low on the dark, his voice edged with a grin you could hear even if you couldn't see it. "So many places to chose from...and you have no idea where I'm going next." His fingers trailed lightly down your sides, just a whisper of a touch, just enough to make your body tense and tremble.
You squeeked through your giggles, twisting helplessly. "Dohohont...please dont!"
He chuckled, an adorably giddy sound against your tummy. "Oh, I love that little panic in your voice. Its like music."
His hand passed over your stomach, barely grazing, then quickly darted lower, wiggling into your hip, the ensuing shrieks tangled with your helpless giggles.
"Ahhh, such cute, ticklish hips." He teased gently, keeping his fingers light and maddening.
Before you could catch your breath, he pulled away again, leaving you trembling, blind to what he was doing from beneath the dark sheets. He let the silence stretch, your chest heaving, every nerve on fire with dread and anticipation.
"J-Jacob?"
No warning. His fingers slipped behind your knee, squeezing once. Sharp. Playful. You screamed out, laughter bursting like a flood.
Jacob's dimples flashed in the dark as the rough pads of his fingers spidered up from the back of your knee to your inner thigh, teasing every inch. "I just thought of the best game ever!" He announced, as your laughter rose again. "The only way I'll stop tickling you...here..." His fingers suddenly curling back into one of your underarms, making you shout. "...is if you tell me where to go next."
You writhed up into his body. "No! Nonono! I can't! Don't make me!"
His words came out teasing and wickedly sweet. "Yes, you will, little one. Otherwise I'll just stay right here all day." His fingers curled in harder, his touch maddening through the heat of the sheet. "So where's it going to be?"
"STAAAAHHAP! O-OKAY! MY...MY SIDES!" You wailed, anything to make him move.
Instantly his hands darted down to your sides, digging mercilessly into the softest spots. You yelp, thrashing against him, giggles tearing from your throat.
"Go someplace else!" You begged the second his fingers hit your ribs again.
Jacob giggled. "Thats not an address, love. Thats like telling a mailman to deliver it...somewhere." His fingers dug into your ribs even harder, pulling another shriek from your lips. "If you want the package to move, you've gotta give me the right street."
"My stomach!" You cried out, blurting it out before you realized you'd said it.
"Ouuu, the belly!" He announced in mock wonder before whistling softly through his teeth. "Risky choice. Very high volume of laughter reported in that neighborhood." His hands slid lower and landed squarely on your stomach, fingers spreading before darting into wild scribbles.
You screamed.
"NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP!"
He laughed with you, eyes sparkling. "Incredible." He leaned over and planted a deep raspberry over your helpless navel. Two more and he was giggling, completely giddy from your reactions. "Its like a train whistle down here; I blow, you go off. Blow again..." he lands another slow, drawn out raspberry, making you howl from the wicked vibrations. "...same result. Reliable product. Five stars."
You twist frantically beneath his lips, your laughter dissolving into squeals. "My knees! My knees!" You wailed, the words tumbling out of you from desperation.
Jacob didn't even hesitate, his hand flew down faster than you were ready for, slipping down in the dark until a palm closed around your leg. Then his fingers found the exact spot, squeezing quick and mercilessly on a vulnerable kneecap.
You went berserk, kicking up beneath the sheets, completely panic-stricken.
"There we go!" He exclaimed in his own brand of sweet delight. "These are perfect. So bouncy! I've found the panic buttons!"
He switched from one knee to the other, darting back and forth in quick succession, every change making your legs jerk wildly.
Your body trembled violently, laughter ragged and unstoppable as his squeezes grew faster, sharper, tickling you into utter helplessness.
"My feet! My feet!" The request was shouted out thoughtlessly.
Too late.
The words had barely rolled off your tongue when Jacob froze, his eyes going wide with sudden mischief. With a theatrical flourish, he ripped the sheet off on one, swift motion, leaving you sprawled and exposed.
Before you could backpedal, he scrambled down the bed with boyish eagerness.
"No! No, please, I didn't mean it!" You yelped in a panic, eyes darting from his hands to your feet. You pulled them back but he was far too quick. His hands were already firm around your ankles.
"Oh, no, no, no, love. Too late. You confessed it. And I'm a man of my word." His eyes dropped to your feet, his teasing grin softening into something more wicked. "New rule. Dealers choice. And these..." he murmured, stroking your arch with his thumb "...are mine now."
And he meant every last word...
Jacob
The room was quiet, filled with soft morning light. You were cacooned beneath the sheets, still deep in sleep. Beside you, Jacob lay stretched on top of the covers, his warm, honey brown eyes already open.
He'd been awake for a while, watching the rise and fall of your chest, the way you curled into the sheets like a little nest. But the longer he waited, the more his grin grew, dimples deepening as the mischievous itch in him refused quiet.
Finally he whispered, "Rise and shine sleepyhead." And with that, he slipped his hand onto your side and wiggled his fingers right into your ribs...through the sheet.
You yelped awake, laughter bursting out instantly. "JAHAHAHACOB! NO! NOHOHOHO!"
His grin spread wide, his whole face lighting up. "Oh, there you are. Thought these sheets looked too lumpy, its definitely you under there. Oh, well, still have to test for quality control." His fingers scribbled faster, pressing the sheet down so each poke tickled deep into your ribs.
"STOP! I-I CAN'T!" You twisted under the sheet, but the more you thrashed, the more the sheet wound around you. It cinched tight, tangling your arms against your sides.
Jacob chuckled, his voice soft and delighted. "Look at you...snug as a bug...in a giggle rug."
"Jacob, no! Please, no!" You squealed, head thrashing against the pillows as his hands danced mercilessly up and down your ribcage.
He leaned closer, his messy light-brown hair falling into his eyes, making him appear even more boyish. "You're stuck now, love. You might as well surrender...these ribs are all mine." He punctuated it by drumming his fingers into each hollow through the fabric, each little rhythm making your laughter spike.
You gasped for air, but the sheet held you down tighter. Panic laced your voice. "I'm tangled! I can't get out!"
His smile softened but his fingers didn't stop. "Mhm, I noticed," he teased gently. "It's like the bed wrapped you up as a present for me."
And thats when he noticed.
Your bare feet were sticking out from the bottom of the sheets. His smile turned brighter.
"Oh, April...you forgot to hide the best part."
Before you could plead, his fingers swept across your soles, and you screamed, laughter spilling uncontrollably as your toes curled and splayed.
"Noooo! Not my feet!"
Jacob chuckled, tracing lazy circles, then darting suddenly under your toes, making you squeal. "Ohhh, these little traitors gave you away." He said warmly. "They're practically waving me down."
Your legs kicked uselessly in the air but his hands followed them effortlessly. "Dont fight it! Dont fight it!" He taunted. "Ten toes, and not a single one safe."
Jacob paused, fingertips hovering just below your curled toes. He watched your face as you braced for the attack. You froze, your whole body tensing, lungs locked in anticipation for the inevitable torment.
Before you could exhale, he surged forward, crawling up the bed in a blur. All ten fingers dove straight back into your ribs, kneading through the sheet mercilessly into every notch and hollow.
You screamed with laughter, your voice breaking as you thrashed against your unintended bindings. "Nooooo, Jacob! Not there again!"
He laughed right along with you, utterly charmed, his face glowing with delight as you twisted desperately. "Hopelessly stuck, and all mine."
Laughter spilled out, bright and raw as his fingers explored every rib. At last, you gasped out between shrieks, "Mercy! Please, Jacob, have mercy!"
He paused long enough to let out a mock exasperated sound, his eyes widening with feined annoyance. "Mercy? Why do you always want to take my toys away from me?" His words were scolding, but his grin never faltered, dimples on full display as your tears glittered in the light.
With a sigh as though granting the greatest favor in the world, he tugged at the corner of the sheet and gave a sharp pull. Your body rolled free from its cacoon, tumbling onto your back, breathless and flushed.
"Fine," he said sweetly, voice low with playful menace. "If its mercy you want..."
And in the next instant, the world went dark. With one smooth motion, Jacob fluffed the sheet high into the air and let it float down over you, covering you completely up to your neck. Then, swift as a fox, he ducked beneath it, his warm body sliding underneath until he was completely with you in the close darkness.
You barely had time to yelp before his hands latched onto your legs, his strong fingers squeezing firmly from the tops of your knees up to the tops of your thighs, sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness through your whole body.
You shrieked, bucking wildly, but his weight pinned your legs, as his hands moved with ruthless speed.
He laughed low and sweet, his breath hot against your stomach. "Oh, these legs dont stand a chance! I've got you now, little one."
Before you could get out a single protest, those clever hands darted higher, abandoning your thighs completely and shooting straight into your underarms, ten wriggling, adept fingers scribbled mercilessly against your bare skin from within the smothered darkness.
You thrashed violently under the sheet, cackling and howling, but his arms locked you down, his strong body pressing you helpless as his hands ravaged your worst spots.
At first the attack was wild and merciless, fingers darting and curling wickedly until you thought you'd lose your voice. But then, slowly, he eased.
The sudden change made your laughter hitch into shakey gasps. You couldn't see him, only feel the soft brush of his fingers beneath, the faint stir of the sheet as he shifted. The anticipation made your nerves burn hotter than the tickling itself.
"Mmm," Jacob murmured low on the dark, his voice edged with a grin you could hear even if you couldn't see it. "So many places to chose from...and you have no idea where I'm going next." His fingers trailed lightly down your sides, just a whisper of a touch, just enough to make your body tense and tremble.
You squeeked through your giggles, twisting helplessly. "Dohohont...please dont!"
He chuckled, an adorably giddy sound against your tummy. "Oh, I love that little panic in your voice. Its like music."
His hand passed over your stomach, barely grazing, then quickly darted lower, wiggling into your hip, the ensuing shrieks tangled with your helpless giggles.
"Ahhh, such cute, ticklish hips." He teased gently, keeping his fingers light and maddening.
Before you could catch your breath, he pulled away again, leaving you trembling, blind to what he was doing from beneath the dark sheets. He let the silence stretch, your chest heaving, every nerve on fire with dread and anticipation.
"J-Jacob?"
No warning. His fingers slipped behind your knee, squeezing once. Sharp. Playful. You screamed out, laughter bursting like a flood.
Jacob's dimples flashed in the dark as the rough pads of his fingers spidered up from the back of your knee to your inner thigh, teasing every inch. "I just thought of the best game ever!" He announced, as your laughter rose again. "The only way I'll stop tickling you...here..." His fingers suddenly curling back into one of your underarms, making you shout. "...is if you tell me where to go next."
You writhed up into his body. "No! Nonono! I can't! Don't make me!"
His words came out teasing and wickedly sweet. "Yes, you will, little one. Otherwise I'll just stay right here all day." His fingers curled in harder, his touch maddening through the heat of the sheet. "So where's it going to be?"
"STAAAAHHAP! O-OKAY! MY...MY SIDES!" You wailed, anything to make him move.
Instantly his hands darted down to your sides, digging mercilessly into the softest spots. You yelp, thrashing against him, giggles tearing from your throat.
"Go someplace else!" You begged the second his fingers hit your ribs again.
Jacob giggled. "Thats not an address, love. Thats like telling a mailman to deliver it...somewhere." His fingers dug into your ribs even harder, pulling another shriek from your lips. "If you want the package to move, you've gotta give me the right street."
"My stomach!" You cried out, blurting it out before you realized you'd said it.
"Ouuu, the belly!" He announced in mock wonder before whistling softly through his teeth. "Risky choice. Very high volume of laughter reported in that neighborhood." His hands slid lower and landed squarely on your stomach, fingers spreading before darting into wild scribbles.
You screamed.
"NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP!"
He laughed with you, eyes sparkling. "Incredible." He leaned over and planted a deep raspberry over your helpless navel. Two more and he was giggling, completely giddy from your reactions. "Its like a train whistle down here; I blow, you go off. Blow again..." he lands another slow, drawn out raspberry, making you howl from the wicked vibrations. "...same result. Reliable product. Five stars."
You twist frantically beneath his lips, your laughter dissolving into squeals. "My knees! My knees!" You wailed, the words tumbling out of you from desperation.
Jacob didn't even hesitate, his hand flew down faster than you were ready for, slipping down in the dark until a palm closed around your leg. Then his fingers found the exact spot, squeezing quick and mercilessly on a vulnerable kneecap.
You went berserk, kicking up beneath the sheets, completely panic-stricken.
"There we go!" He exclaimed in his own brand of sweet delight. "These are perfect. So bouncy! I've found the panic buttons!"
He switched from one knee to the other, darting back and forth in quick succession, every change making your legs jerk wildly.
Your body trembled violently, laughter ragged and unstoppable as his squeezes grew faster, sharper, tickling you into utter helplessness.
"My feet! My feet!" The request was shouted out thoughtlessly.
Too late.
The words had barely rolled off your tongue when Jacob froze, his eyes going wide with sudden mischief. With a theatrical flourish, he ripped the sheet off on one, swift motion, leaving you sprawled and exposed.
Before you could backpedal, he scrambled down the bed with boyish eagerness.
"No! No, please, I didn't mean it!" You yelped in a panic, eyes darting from his hands to your feet. You pulled them back but he was far too quick. His hands were already firm around your ankles.
"Oh, no, no, no, love. Too late. You confessed it. And I'm a man of my word." His eyes dropped to your feet, his teasing grin softening into something more wicked. "New rule. Dealers choice. And these..." he murmured, stroking your arch with his thumb "...are mine now."
And he meant every last word...
