Novel & Cerita Ticklish Fanfiction

- HAZEL - Something tickles my feet. This makes me take a sharp breath escape my lips as I stretch, pulling my legs into the duvet. The tickling doesn’t stop. In fact I feel it running up my knees. And then my thighs. I press my legs together, dipping my hand into the duvet to scratch my legs, trying to get a hold of whatever is crawling up my body and interrupting my beauty sleep. I yawn. “Killian, if that’s you, stop, you feel like a roach.” I murmur, rolling on his sheets still keeping my eyes closed. I hear no voice in return and the tickle doesn’t stop.

“I condemn you to clean this mess up.” “And what if I refuse?” I challenged, after a failed attempt to get up. “I have ways to make you comply,” he wickedly smirked. And that’s when he started to tickle me. I shrieked and instantly started to trash underneath him. Now--- I was extremely ticklish, so this was basically torture for someone like me… “I give! I give!” I cried out, between breaths of laughter. “You’re-you’re the---the alpha! I’ll do---I’ll do it! Just---just stop! Please!” Tears were practically running down my face as hard as I was laughing.

he whispered. “Well...” she began attempting to explain, “tickling is a horrible thing that leaves you vulnerable to the person completely. Also, it sort of makes me feel like—I’m being forced upon against my will. I’ve never really taken kindly to it.” she responded. “And I don’t mind if you bite back, as long as it isn’t somewhere visible. Actually, depending on where, that might be enjoyable.” She giggled, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth before kissing him once more. Her hand moved up to comb through his hair, looking into his eyes once more and getting that overwhelming feeling to spout words she did not need to say. She pressed her lips again, pouring herself into him and hoping

Raven’s eyes hooded. “Raven likes watching you squirm, Shadow,” Vixen told him, amused. “Let’s see how he likes to experience it for himself.” “Oh, no,” Raven protested as she approached with the duster and then gave a very unbecoming squeal as she tickled it along his skin. “F-k, no,” he laughed. “No, no.” “Tickling?” She was laughing. “I just don’t see the appeal,” Raven admitted. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t… understand it.”

She used the tips of her fingernails to tickle my sack, lightly touching my skin as she rose up and down on my cock. Immediately my balls grew tight, and I felt that delicious swell of pleasure that let me know I was getting close to the red zone. I could have fought it if I wanted, but – “You want me to come?” I gasped. “Yes, please – oh God – are you coming?” she wailed as she continued to tickle my balls. “Fuck – FUCK – ” I groaned as I felt the first contraction deep in the base of my shaft. Lily whipped her hair back and thrashed her whole body on top of me in a frenzy. “Oh God – OH GOD – OH GOD – ”

Realizing that I might have been disrupted by the tickling, he seemed to understand. "Ticklish?" he asked me. "Mmm, very ticklish." "That's exactly how ticklish I am," he tried to explain, but hearing my response, he couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite the mischievous one, aren't you?" I pinched his nose playfully. "Hehe, it really is ticklish." "But I'll make you feel very comfortable, hmm?" I whispered, gently stroking his ear.

He rolled his fingers around my navel, which tickled me and made me laugh. "Hahaha!" When I laughed, he exchanged a look with me. "It is ticklish!" He let out a scoff as he bent down and moved his beard around my skin. Oh sh*t, his beard tickles me more. "Hahaha, Julian!" I giggled, making a sound. I have no idea what the hell he is thinking about. But he is just making me laugh with his actions. He soon pressed my left boob in his hand and sucked my other boob into his mouth.

I am trying my best to watch the movie, but his scent and closeness are not letting me. My eyes widened as he rolled his fingers on my tummy through my cloth, but I could feel his warmth and his lips close to my ear while his breath touched my skin. My body started burning in fire—the strange radiation passed through my vagina, like someone pulling my vaginal lips as soon as he rolled his hands and tummy to my hips. But he didn't cross his limits—his finish traced up while making a circle around my navel. HEHE! I am feeling ticklish!

I admitted with sincerity, my giggles blending with my words. His lips began to pepper my neck with light kisses, each touch sending tingles down my spine, making me giggle even more. "So my babygirl is ticklish?" he teased, continuing to place deeper kisses on my neck, which soon turned into playful nibbles that left their mark. His lips then found a sensitive spot, causing an unexpected moan to escape from my lips.

Before I turn into a really bad girl and make you change your mind. For a moment, she thought he almost wavered. His lips twitched, his eyes glinting as they flickered over her face. ‘How much badder do you get?’ ‘Oh, much badder,’ she said airily. ‘Unbelievably bad. Almost as bad as it’s possible to - ’ She giggled as he ripped the covers back again, but the laughter turned to shrieks as he tickled her underarms and stomach, and when she rolled over to escape he finished his attack with a little slap on her bottom.