Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Ticklish

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Judar has a ticking/wrestling match with s/o. Judar pins s/o down. Nsfw

Rating - Mature, some sexual descriptions and cursing

Judar looked up at his lover in irritation as they plopped down next to him on the bed, disturbing his peaceful rest. As his body came to a rest from bouncing, he grumbled, rolling over onto his stomach. "I'm trying to nap, you know." He heard his lover sigh, feeling them lay beside him. "You're always napping," they whined, nudging him in the side gently. "Why are you even so tired, you don't do anything all day!"

With a huff, Judar turned his head to face them, glaring at them behind his hair. "I do plenty of important things while you're off working." They turned on their side to face him, reaching over to move some of his hair out of his face. "You think so? I'm not sure that's true." Grumbling, Judar snapped at their hand, though his attempt to bite them was unsuccessful as they pulled away in time.

"Don't bite me, Judar! You can't be mad at me that you have nothing productive to do all day." Their voice became muffled as Judar grabbed a pillow, shoving it over his head to down them out. He wasn't in the mood to be pestered, and he would prefer it if they would just relax and take a nap with him. Laying like this, he grew oddly comfortable, already beginning to drift off.

He was pulled from the grip of sleep at the feeling of his lover straddling his back. As they sat on his lower back, he prepared to snap at them, but was silenced by the feeling of their hands against him. Starting from the bottom, they slowly ran their hands up, firmly pressing into his form to massage his tense muscles. He instantly relaxed, any irritation fading from his mind. Sighing, he removed his head from under the pillow, resting on top of it instead. "Thanks..."

"Mhmm.." His lovers sweet voice soothed him, and he could already feel himself starting to drift away again. Suddenly, he was forcibly yanked into consciousness by the panicked feeling of being tickled, his lover squeezing his side along his ribs. His body jerked, immediately trying to throw them off of him. "H-hey! Don't tickle me!" He glared at them over his shoulder, but they only smiled down at him with a sly grin, leaning down a bit with their hands still in place. "Oh, what's that? Tickle you?" They squeezed him again and Judar let out a yelp as he thrashed, though it was mixed with a forced laugh. "Stop! I'm warning you!"

"Oooh, you're threatening me, huh?" They snickered, somehow still able to stay on him. "You're not in much position to threaten- hey!" Judar was able to snatch them and force them onto the bed beside him, taking no time to pin them beneath him. They wiggled in protest, but Judar kept them down, malicious smirk on his face. "You think that was funny, huh?" Unable to help sporadic laughter, they nodded, though Judar noticed their face flushing.

"Oh yeah, it's great that your ticklish." They tried to pull their arms free. "But guess who's not? Me." They stuck their tongue out at him, Judar's mischievous expression turning to one of irritation. "Fuck, I forgot about that." After glaring down at them for a few moments, his smirk returned, leaning his face in closer to theirs. "Ah wait, you are ticklish..." Their face flushing darker, they shook their head, obviously worried about what was about to happen. "No I'm not." Forcing both arms above their head, he gripped them both at the wrist to keep them in place as his other hand moved down to tug at the strap of their robe. "Let's see..."

They immediately began to wiggle as their robe was pushed away, leaving them completely exposed to him. "W-wait, Judar-" They clinched their eyes shut in embarrassment as Judar began to run his fingers down their torso and stomach, barely touching their skin. Their body twitched and jerked away from his hand, the sensation obviously tickling them, but in a different way than what Judar had felt earlier. By the time he reached their hips, they were breathing heavily, very obviously aroused. Judar chuckled, letting his hand continue downward. "I barely have to touch you, and you get all turned on. I think that's worse than being a little ticklish."

Taking in a sharp gasp as Judar began to stroke their sex, they lied their head back, struggling between soaking in the pleasure and frustration at being dominated. Judar kept their arms firmly in place, not planning on letting them get free so easily.

"Let's see how much you like being tickled, hm?"