5sos Imagines

He Finds Out You're Ticklish (4/4)

Ashton:
   Lazy days were your favorite, especially when you could spend them with your best friend Ashton. You'd known Ashton since you were both little kids playing in tree houses and pretending to be pirates. You loved him, but like a brother. Despite what everyone thought about your relationship with Ashton, you only saw him as a brother. A really attractive brother, but hey, everyone found him attractive.
   "Your tea, M'lady," Ashton said with a mock British accent that made you giggle.
   "You're such a dork, Ash," you grinned widely at him and took the tea out of his hands. A light blush spread over your cheeks when your fingertips brushed his hands.
   "I try," he returns the wide smile with dimples showing, and he was now speaking in his normal Australian accent.
   You both sit in a moment of silence on the couch as you sipped your tea, and you were lost in thought. Why had you felt so excited when your skin touched his? That usually didn't happen. But recently, Ashton had been making you feel some sort of way. And that's some sort of way happened again as Ashton brushed his hand against your waist. You squirmed in reaction since your sides were very ticklish. Ashton raised an eyebrow.
   "What was that?" Ashton looks at you with his eyebrows knit in confusion. Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you looked down at the bed beneath you in embarrassment.
   "It just tickled," you admitted in a small voice, embarrassment clear in your expression.
    "How have I never learned in all our years of friendship that you were ticklish?" Ashton questions with the grin he wore on his face obvious in his voice. Ouch. The blatant use of friendship in that sentence pained you, and you knew in that moment that you wanted to be something more than just friends with Ashton.
    "Aww c'mon, turn that frown upside down," he teases before promptly poking you in the side. Your body reacted by jumping away from his hand. A devilish smile curled up Ashton's lips before he began to full on tickle you. Giggles poured out from your mouth as he did, and you squirmed around on the bed, trying to get away from his wiggling fingers.
   "Stop it!" you got out between laughs. He shook his head in response and continued with his tickling torture. "What do you want from me?!" At this, he pauses to think for a second until a smirk appeared on his lips.
   "I want a kiss."
   Only then did you realize that Ashton was fully on top of you, staring down at your eyes, then your lips. Your heart rate shot through the roof, your cheeks turned a bright pink, and your eyes widened in surprise. You were definitely not expecting for that to have been his request. But you weren't complaining.
   "A-Ash, you know I've never kissed anyone," you mumbled, almost ashamed of that fact. You were 20 and had never been kissed, and Ashton was the only one who knew that.
   "I know. All the more reason to kiss me. So your first kiss will be with someone who truly cares about you," he says softly with a sweet voice. You couldn't resist his request now. You lean up and connect your lips with his, and sparks flew.
   The kiss was everything you'd ever want a first kiss to be. Ashton was gentle and caring, and his hands were resting on your sides where he'd been tickling not two minutes ago. You wondered if Ashton could feel the electricity between you two. When you both simultaneously pulled away, your eyes opened and locked with his hazel eyes.
   "That was the best first kiss ever, Ash."

Luke:
   Today was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, Luke. And also the day you'd both planned on you losing your virginity to him. You felt so ashamed that you were 19 and still a virgin, but Luke made you feel more secure about it. You'd gone through the special dinner, the gifts, and finally, the moment you'd both been waiting for arrived.
   You wanted to make this special, and you also wanted to look special for the occasion. To do that, you'd bought a matching pair of lacy underwear. You told Luke you were going to the bathroom, and you headed off to change. Your hands shook nervously as you pulled it on, and you tried your best to pull yourself together. You glanced over your body for a second in the mirror before looking away. You felt slightly insecure about your body considering Luke's was like a god. But his words from earlier ran through your head again.
   "Baby girl, you're absolutely perfect in my eyes," he'd said.
   "But that's just from your eyes! What about other people's eyes? Like people who don't like me?" you worried aloud.
   "Anyone who doesn't like you is insane. You're funny, you're gorgeous, you're smart, you're perfect." You smiled at his words, attempting to allow yourself to believe him.
   You returned to reality when Luke's voice rang out from the living room where he sat in the couch.
   "Babe? You taking a hella long shit or something?" he asked, laughing to himself at his own dorky joke.
   "Since when do you say 'hella,' Lucas?" you finally emerged from the bathroom to let his eyes wander your body. His mouth was open to reply, but was quickly stunned into silence as his eyes drank in your appearance.
    "Since now," he finally answers, a smirk settling on his lips. After several minutes of making out, his hands had wandered every inch of your upper body, and your tops were lying on the floor. He'd moved you two to the bedroom, a more proper setting. Luke's hands grazed your sides gently, causing you to squirm away. He looked at you in confusion, searching for an explanation in your eyes.
   "Sorry...," you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. Had you really never told him about this? His hands went back to their spot, and his fingers grazed the skin. Your body squirmed in reaction yet again.
   "Am I doing something wrong?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows. You shook your head. "Then what is it?"
   "You were tickling me," you admit. "I didn't tell you because I thought it would ruin the moment..." A laugh came tumbling out of Luke's pierced lips.
   "Baby, you could've just told me that," he shakes his head as he looks at you, affection glowing in his eyes. The blush dusting your cheeks darkened.
   "But if that's the case....tickle war!"

Michael:
   Today was game day with your nerd of a best friend. Game day was when you and Michael, your best friend, ate large portions of pizzas (sometimes an entire pizza each), ran around in our pajamas all day, and had very competitive play throughs of random video games. Today's game was one of the worst between us, mainly because it was built to be a competitive game. Mario Kart. You wouldn't think a game about an Italian plumber would be so aggressive, but somehow it is.
   "I got pizza!" Michael shouted as he walked through the door, keys in one hand and pizza boxes balanced in the other. You jumped up from your waiting position on the couch and ran over to the pizza boxes, and to greet Michael, but mainly for the pizza.
    "Now game day can officially begin!" you declared. A laugh emitted from Michael's lips. You both walked back to the living room and sat down. Michael was on the couch while you were in the floor, sitting between his legs. The pizza box was on the floor beside you, and you both had already shoved your faces with pizza.
   A ways into the game, and you were already winning. Usually Michael won, but you'd bet the last slice of pizza, and dammit, you weren't losing that.
   "No! I will not allow you to have the last slice!" Michael shouts, his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration. You laughed at his response to your lead in the game, but you kept your focus. Then something made you drop your controller in fits of giggles.
   "Michael! Stop tickling me!" you yelled between giggles, holding your sides as you ran out of breath.
   "Oh, so you are ticklish!" he smirks devilishly to himself before promptly continuing to tickle you. You'd always denied ever being ticklish, mainly because you knew Michael would use it against you somehow. Just like you thought, he did.
   "This...is not...fair! Stop...torturing me!" you got out between laughs. You were bent over near tears from laughing so hard when suddenly it stopped.
   "Yes! I win!" Michael shouts triumphantly.
   "Noooooooooo," you say dramatically in your best Darth Vader impression. "Not my pizza!"

Calum:
   The door slammed behind you as you stormed into the apartment you shared with Calum, your boyfriend. Or at least, he was supposed to be your boyfriend. But allegedly, he had told a magazine that he didn't have a girlfriend. Which stung. Like hell.
   "What's wrong, baby?" Calum asks with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written all over his expression.
   "'What's wrong?'" you narrow your eyes at him. "'What's wrong?' Cut that bullshit out. You know what's wrong."
   "No... I don't know what's wrong..."
   "Really? So you just don't remember telling the magazine you spoke with the other day that you were single?" His expression softened immediately.
   "That's what they've been saying? Baby that's not true. I told them no comment," he sighs in frustration. You bit your lip considering if he was right or not. You didn't know whether to believe him. He did seem like a more reliable source than the tabloids. Still, you turned away, not talking to him now.
   "Babe, you have to believe me," he says and gives you the pout. God, not the pout. You turned away again, knowing it was only a matter of time before you'd give in to his adorable pouty face.
   "Baaaabe," he whined, placing his hands on your hips. "C'mon," he nuzzles his face in your neck. You giggle softly on impulse from the tickling sensation on your neck. "Oh, so you're ticklish?" he says deviously.
   "Stop!" you whine as he continues to tickle you, and you continue to squirm.
   "Not until you agree to talk to me, and cuddle me all night," Calum says, a smile on his lips.
   "How could I resist?" you giggled once again.

A/N: This was requested in my writing blog on tumblr, writemelikeyour-frenchgirls.tumblr.com , and I'm very grateful to the anon that requested it! Thank you so much for reading! Like the story, comment, and follow if you'd like!