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You're Extremely Ticklish

Requested: Yes

Warning: Unless swearing counts, no.

Ashton: "How long have we been dating?" He asks me out of the blue, "I don't know, half a year or more. Why?" "How long have I known you?" "2 or 3 years, why are you asking these? I'm trying to read this book." I huff, placing the bookmark in the book and putting it aside to devote my full attention to him. "We've been dating this entire time," he states looking confused, "And I've never known if you're ticklish or not." Fuck sake, how does someone just come out with questions like these? "Why does it matter?" "Because I believe that I should know whether you're ticklish or not," he exclaims, "As your boyfriend, I should know!" "Shut up, we're not going to find out." "If you say so..." He smirks, looking serious about this all. Going back to reading the book, Ashton slowly nears me. I didn't realise he was getting close to me until I felt his hand near my thighs, shooting him a glare he raises his hands in defence, "What? I just want to sit with my girlfriend!" "Mmhmm..." Putting his arm around me, I feel more at ease knowing he can't try anything with his hand draped over my shoulder. "Get me biscuits please," I pout, feeling a pang of hunger. "No, get it yourself," "Why?" "You didn't get them when I asked last time." "So mean," I sass, putting the book aside once again to stand up. As I'm getting up, Ashton pulls me back onto his lap, attacking my sides with his fingers, making me squeal and squirm in his hold like a child. Laughing 'til he knows my sides are in pain, he lets go of me and begins laughing at me. "You're a dick, don't talk to me!" I pout, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're so child-like, it's so cute!" He giggles. "It isn't even funny, you're so mean. Why would you do that?" "Well, you wouldn't tell me so I had to find out for myself," "Why would I want someone to know I'm ticklish?" "It doesn't matter, it's your weakness and it's cute." He admits, pressing his soft lips against mine as an apology.

Calum: "Can you two stop?" "If you're gonna tongue each other, at least do it quietly!" Michael and Luke complain. "Let them tongue! I don't want a repeat of last time," Ashton quickly speaks up. Reminding everyone of the time when Calum took me upstairs and fucked me senseless that the boys even heard. "It was horrible, I still hear it in my head sometimes." He dramatically shivers. Rolling my eyes, at them I deliberately grab Calum and pull him in for a harsh kiss, much to Luke and Mikey's dismay. Calum's hands begin to roam up and down my waist, at first he's pressing lightly but then his touch hardens and let out a giggle. "What the hell, what was that?" Calum questions, laughing at me chasing the other boys to give their attention to us. Pushing him off me, I cover my face to hide embarrassment. "If you want tell me, I'll find out for myself," he warns, ignoring everything he says I keep my face covered. Doing as he stated, he presses his fingers into my side once again making shimmy away from his touch. Poking my sides repeatedly he finally realises what is. Sitting on top of me, not crushing me, I hear the boys groan. "Not on the couch man!" I hear Michael groan. Tickling my sides, I begin to laugh and squirm. Trying to get Calum off me, he continues to fight me off to tickle my sides until I place my hands over where he's tickling, him no longer having access to that area. "How cute, my baby girl is ticklish," he coos, pressing his lips against mine. Pushing his face away playfully, I get him off me, only for him to pull me back into his lap afterwards. "It's cute," "It isn't." "It is, if it makes you feel better you're not the only ticklish one." "Who else?" "Ashton." "Don't tell people that! It makes me seem less manly!" He exclaims, everyone laughing at his hilarious outburst.

Luke: "Baby, I wanna cuddle?" "Nah, I'm good." I joke, causing him to put and Ashton coming to his rescue, "I'll cuddle you Luke," he flirts in a joking way, "I'll be your Y/N." "Fuck off, I want my girlfriend. Not you," Luke scoffs, making everyone laugh at the level of his sass. "Y/N pleaseeeeeeeee. If we're gonna watch a movie, I need my cuddle buddy." He whines. "If I don't cuddle you what happens?" "I-I don't know." He frowns. If Michael knew how to shut up, I wouldn't get so fearful of what Luke may actually do. "Tickle her," he suggests, making Luke smirk at me. "I'm not ticklish," I lie. "It doesn't work on me." "Sure, everyone's ticklish somewhere Y/N, pfft." He snorts, Luke quick to attack me and tickle my sides to find out where I'm ticklish. Not reacting at all, he frowns at me, the boys looking stunned at me for not being ticklish. "I told you I'm not ticklish," I smirk. "Try her feet." Ashton suggests, squinting his eyes at me, doubting that I'm immune to tickles. "Fuck you Irwin." I hiss, Ashton smiling knowing that he's correct with suggestion. Luke tickling my feet, he grabs hold of it and I begin to laugh. Failing at maintaining the facade, he stops knowing that he knows where I'm ticklish. "Why have you never told me?" "Cuz I knew you'd use it against me," glaring at Ashton and Michael. "Thank you Michael and Ashton for being doofs and suggesting this. Calum you're now my favourite." I decide, gaining a groan from the other three boys. "What about me? I'm your boyfriend?" "And you tickled my feet. So you've been demoted to least favourite boy in the band." "I love you," he says kissing me on the nose. "I love you a lot and a lot." He smiles, I swear he's so cute when he's lovey dovey and cheesy. "Maybe you can be upgraded." I smile, kissing him softly before I hear Calum let a groan due to kind of being demoted from no. 1 lad. "I love you after Luke." I laugh, trying to make him feel better.

Michael: "Y/N?" "Michael?" "Y/N," "Michael," "I have a question," "And I probably have the answer." "Are you ticklish?" Dammit. Ignoring his question, I turn to walk away, only to be pulled back by him. "You said you had an answer." "And I do. You just shouldn't know it," I say. "Why are you asking anyways?" "I was thinking about the time that you were tickling Calum while he was having a drink, then he spit it out. So I was wondering if you were ticklish." he smiles as if this is a serious but natural question. How did he come to this conclusion. "Calum + ticklish + water = Y/N is ticklish?" I snort. "Maths is irrelevant here. Are you or are you not?" He giggles. "If you don't tell me I'll just find out for myself." He decides, looking deadly serious about this. Ignoring what he says because I believe he won't go through with this, I try get away but he pulls me into his hold and tickles my tummy. Only to attack the place where I'm most ticklish and giggly. "Stop!" I say through the laughs and gasps for air, tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks. "Oh my god you're so ticklish!" He laughs when he thinks it's enough. "Oh my god you're such an ass!" I laugh punching him in the arm as strong as I can even though it doesn't affect him in the slightest. "But you love me and my ass, and you love my tickles," he says. "Why did you never tell me?" "Who the- Michael shut up. If this hadn't had happened you wouldn't have known." "What if we had gotten married? What about honesty?" He dramatises. "Trust me, I wouldn't have told you even if you sued me." I assure, patting his cheek with the palm of my hand only from him to laugh at me and kiss me quickly.