TRUST
Ai
This is a story
"Okay, seriously—explain this to me again." Leah leaned forward on the couch, her brow furrowed in amused confusion. "You *like* it?"
Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just... I don’t know, it’s kind of fun? Like how some people enjoy spicy food even though it hurts. It’s a sensation thing. It turns me on"
Leah blinked, then let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're comparing getting hit in the balls to *eating spicy food*? That might be the weirdest metaphor I've ever heard." She shook her head, but there was a playful glint in her eyes now, like she was halfway between skeptical and intrigued.
Alex grinned, shrugging. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it—wait, no, that's not what I meant." He caught himself, laughing awkwardly. "I mean, you don't have to *try* it. But yeah, it's just... a thing. A controlled thing. Like, I'm not asking you to wind up like a baseball pitcher."
Leah tilted her head, considering him for a long moment. Then, with a slow, mischievous smile, she raised one hand—fingers loosely curled—and gave a tiny, experimental flick toward his lap. She barely grazed him, more of a suggestion than an actual tap. "Like that?"
Alex exhaled sharply, a mix of surprise and something else—amusement, maybe, or anticipation. "Yeah, but... a little harder? Just enough to feel it. Like—" He demonstrated on his own thigh with a soft *pat*. "That kind of pressure."
Leah hesitated, her fingers hovering in the air like she was about to pluck an invisible guitar string. "You're sure? Like, *actually* sure?"
Alex nodded, his grin widening. "Positive. Worst case, I say 'ow' and we stop. But trust me, it's not gonna be that bad."
She took a breath, then—with deliberate slowness—swatted the back of her hand against him, just firm enough to land with a soft *thwap*. Alex hissed through his teeth, but his eyes crinkled at the corners. "See?" he said, voice a little tighter. "Not so bad."
Leah burst out laughing, half-relieved, half-giddy. "Oh my god, your *face*." She mimicked his strained expression, then dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Alex grinned, shifting slightly on the couch as he adjusted to the lingering throb. "Exactly. And you—" He gestured at Leah with mock solemnity. "—are now an honorary member. Congratulations."
Leah snorted, shaking her head , She gave him another experimental tap—this time with her fingertips—and watched his reaction with scientific curiosity. His breath hitched, but he didn't flinch. "Huh. It's like... you tense up, but not in a bad way?"
Alex exhaled sharply through his nose, nodding as Leah’s fingers brushed against him again—lighter this time, almost teasing. "Yeah, exactly. It’s like… the opposite of flinching. You brace for it, but it’s not pain. Not really." He shifted his weight, the fabric of his jeans whispering against the couch. "More like… a jolt. Like when someone grabs your wrist out of nowhere, but fun."
Leah arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "Fun," she repeated dryly, but her fingers lingered in the air between them, like she was debating. Then, with a quick, almost mischievous glance at his face, she flicked him properly—a swift, playful snap of her middle finger against the denim.
Alex’s breath caught, his thighs tensing instinctively, but he was grinning. "See? That’s the stuff."
Leah bit her lip, suppressing a laugh. "You’re ridiculous," she said, but there was no heat in it—just a warm, bubbling curiosity. She reached out again, this time palming him lightly, her fingers splayed. The touch was almost casual, like she was testing the weight of something unfamiliar. "And you’re sure it doesn’t—?"
"It hurts but, also feels good, and its not a lot of pain" Alex interrupted, his voice dropping into something lower, rougher. Leah watched his throat work as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Her fingers flexed instinctively against him, feeling the heat even through the fabric.
She pulled her hand back abruptly, as if burned. "This is so weird," she muttered, but her cheeks were flushed, her pulse jumping in her wrists.
Alex laughed—a breathless, uneven sound. "Yeah. Yeah, it is." He leaned back against the couch cushions, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation. "But weird’s not always bad."
Leah eyed him for a long moment, then huffed out a laugh of her own. "Fine." She swung her hand in a loose arc, letting it land with a sharper *smack* this time. The sound was crisp, almost comical in the quiet of the apartment.
Alex’s whole body jerked, "ummp"
Oh, was that too hard?
Alex's breath stuttered out in a choked half-laugh, his thighs clamping together reflexively before he forced them to relax again. His fingers dug into the couch cushions, knuckles whitening, but when he looked up at Leah, his grin was still there—wider now, edged with something reckless. "Nah," he managed, voice strained. "Just... right on the edge. Perfect."
Leah blinked, her hand hovering uncertainly. "You're *such* a liar," she muttered, but the way his hips twitched when she ghosted her fingers over the spot again made her snort. "Okay, but like—*hypothetically*—what if I *actually* hurt you?"
Alex exhaled, tipping his head back against the couch. "Then I'd tell you. Promise." He rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily, like they were discussing the weather instead of the precise calibration of pain and pleasure. "But you're not gonna. You're careful."
Leah wrinkled her nose, she reached over lightly patting his crotch, and she noticed he was hard " Oh you're not kidding about this being a turn on"
Alex's grin turned sheepish. "Yeah"
Leah let out a slow, incredulous breath through her nose, her fingers drumming absently against her knee. "Okay, so let me get this straight," she said, her voice hovering between amusement and disbelief. "You're telling me that getting tapped in the balls is basically foreplay for you?"
Alex shrugged, his grin unrepentant. "More like... foreplay-adjacent. It's not the *only* thing that does it for me, but yeah, it's part of the package." He shifted slightly, the denim pulling tight across his thighs. "Think of it like a really niche kink. Like how some people are into hair-pulling or—"
"—or *spicy food*," Leah finished dryly, rolling her eyes. But her hand twitched toward him again, curiosity overriding caution. She flicked him lightly, watching the way his breath hitched—not in pain, but something closer to anticipation. "So it's like... the adrenaline? The shock?"
"Sort of." Alex leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "It's the contrast, I guess. The way it hurts, when it does, it's..." He waved a hand, searching for the word. "Earned. Controlled. Like, *you're* the one deciding how much I feel. That's hot."
Leah's fingers hovered in the air for a heartbeat longer before she let them drop onto his thigh with a soft, almost contemplative pat. "So you're saying," she mused, tracing an absent circle over the fabric of his jeans, "it's less about the pain and more about... the trust?" Her gaze flicked up to meet his, searching.
Alex's grin softened into something quieter, more intimate. "Yeah. Well both, its about both, the pains great too, but the trust with you, with something you dont have"
Leah's fingers stilled on his thigh, her expression shifting from playful to something quieter, more thoughtful. "You don't have," she echoed softly. The words hung between them, heavier than the teasing taps and smacks from moments before. She pulled her hand back slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's... huh."
Alex watched her, his grin fading into something tentative. The apartment felt suddenly too quiet, the hum of the fridge too loud. He cleared his throat. "Too deep?"
Leah snorted, shaking her head. "No, just—" She gestured vaguely between them. "I didn't realize we were having *a moment* over this." But her smile was warm, fond even.
Leah’s fingers lingered in the air, the weight of his confession settling between them like dust motes caught in sunlight. It was absurd, really—how something so stupidly *physical* could suddenly feel so *intimate*. She studied Alex’s face, the way his jaw relaxed when she didn’t pull away, the quiet confidence in his shrug. He wasn’t just letting her hit him; he was handing her a key to a door she hadn’t even known existed.
And that was the thing, wasn’t it? He could do this—could let her curl her fingers into a fist and aim, could trust her not to swing too hard—but she couldn’t reciprocate. Not like this. There was no equivalent exchange, no delicate balance of vulnerability. Her body didn’t have that.
"You know," she said slowly, tapping a single fingertip against his knee, "it’s feels like your trusting me so much"
Alex raised an eyebrow.
Leah gestured vaguely at his lap, then at her own.
Alex laughed—soft, understanding—and caught her hand before she could pull away. "Leah," he said, thumb brushing her knuckles,
Leah snorted, You’re giving me this weird, specific power.
Alex says" I know I am, how would a smack like that feel to you?
Leah hesitated, considering. "I mean, I’ve been hit there before—accidentally, gym class, whatever. It’s not... pleasant. But it’s not the same, is it?" Her fingers flexed against his. "It doesn’t linger. Doesn’t risk infertility or homone problems
Alex nodded. "Yeah. Exactly." He guided her hand back to his thigh, pressing her palm flat against his balls. "So trust me when I say—this is fun for me. Not in spite of the risk, but *because* of it."
Leah exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head. Fuck thats hot
Leah’s fingers twitched against his thigh before she abruptly grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand between her legs with a decisive yank. Alex’s breath caught—not just at the suddenness of it, but the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her leggings. "Feel that?" she muttered, pressing his palm flat against her.
Alex’s fingers flexed instinctively, the curve of her vulva warm and unmistakable beneath his touch. He swallowed hard. "Yeah,"
She snorted, but her grip on his wrist tightened. "No, *listen*." She dragged his hand higher, pressing his fingertips against the soft give of her pubic bone. "You keep talking about *trust*—about me holding something you don’t have. But this?" Her voice dropped, almost defiant. " It's yours If you want it" I trust you, you trust me, thank you for telling me thank you for trusting me"
Alex blinked down at himself—the aching hardness straining against his jeans—and burst out laughing, the tension dissolving like sugar in hot water.
Leah rolled her eyes, but her hips twitched forward into his touch
Leah’s fingers twitched against his thigh before she abruptly grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand between her legs with a decisive yank. Alex’s breath caught—not just at the suddenness of it, but the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her leggings. "Feel that?" she muttered, pressing his palm flat against her.
Alex’s fingers flexed instinctively, the curve of her vulva warm and unmistakable beneath his touch. He swallowed hard. "Yeah,"
She snorted, but her grip on his wrist tightened. "No, *listen*." She dragged his hand higher, pressing his fingertips against the soft give of her pubic bone. "You were talking about *trust*—about me holding something you don’t have. But this?" Her voice dropped, almost defiant. " It's yours If you want it" I trust you, you trust me, thank you for telling me, thank you for trusting me"
Alex froze, his fingers still pressed against the soft swell of her, the sudden shift in tone sending his pulse skittering. Leah's cheeks were flushed, her breath coming quick—not from arousal, he realized, but something fiercer, more vulnerable. she was handing him a key of her own