Shawn Mendes Imagines

47. Ticklish Spots (S.M)

"You're annoying," you tell Shawn.

  "But you still love me," he says, sticking his tongue out at you.

  "That's unfortunately true."

  "Not unfortunate!"

  "It is," you say.

  "Nope."

  "Yes."

    "Nope," he declares and he plants several kisses on you face when he finishes that statement.

  "Stoppp!" You yell at him.

  "You can't stop me and honestly, I don't think you want me to," he says and he starts tickling you in your ticklish spot, your stomach.

  Uncontrollable laughter comes out of you and you can't help but squirm as he starts tickling you everywhere.

  "S—t—o—p!" You scream at him between small breaths.

  "Never!"

  "Shawn!" You yell again and you feel an energy power through you that makes you push Shawn off the bed.

  "Ow!"

  You laugh and get off the bed, where you lay on top of him and start tickling his neck.

  "N—no!"

  You smile because this time it's his turn to yell.

  "Listen, wait, wait! I need to tell you something."

  You listen to his begging and finally stop. You sit next to him and he relaxes.

  "So, what is it?"

  "So... um..." he says, trailing off.

  "What? What does that mean?"

  "I don't know how to say it."

  "Just say it, Shawn. You can tell me anything."

  He takes a deep breath before saying, "I'm sorry."

  "For what?"

  "For this!" He yells and he tackles you to the ground, beginning to tickle you again.

  "I swear to—"

  You're interrupted by the tickling that causes your breath to escape from you. You laugh so hard that your insides begin to hurt but that doesn't stop Shawn from playing with you.

  "Shawn, I— please, stop."

  He stops and asks, "what?"

  "I just... I needed to—"

  "Do what?"

  "Do this!" You yell and this time, you pin him to the ground and use one hand to tickle his neck and the other to tickle his stomach.

  "How— dare— you!"

  "Oops," You say innocently.

After a few minutes, you both get tired and you stop tickling him, opting to sit next to him against the wall.

"You're adorable. You have to admit, I'm a better tickler than you."

"Say what?"

"I deserve the title of better tickler."

"Shawn, we both know that I was better."

He nods his head and says, "if you say so."

"I know so."

"Mhm," he says, humming as a response.

"Admit or I'll tickle you until you do!"

"I won't," he says.

"We'll see about that."

And with that, you begin tickling him in all the ticklish spots of his that you know of. Minutes later, he finally yells that you're the best tickler and you stop so he catch his breath.

"Told you so," you say sweetly.

He grumpily replies, "Whatever."

"Don't be mad. We all can't be good at everything."

He laughs and wraps you into a hug which leads to cuddling. He lays a gentle kiss on your forehead as your head rests on his shoulder.

You could ask for nothing better.