Team Edge & Hi5studios Imagines (x Reader)

Play fight (Paul)

21 requested by Kasey_Writes_Stuff

Today's schooling was heading near its end. It was late in the afternoon and you felt your tummy rumble, so you exit the building and make your way to the nearest cafeteria. Here, while waiting in line, you receive a text asking whether you'd like to hang out after school today. You weren't in the mood for socializing exactly, but it was from a person you loved (to mess with) and adored, so you didn't complain.

P: Wanna come over to my place after school?
(Y/n): Maybe little later
P: Actually I'm already here, so I'm not even gonna ask whether you agree, because I don't really care.

You look at the screen confused, before you felt a hand firmly grab your shoulder from behind, giving you quite a scare. You rapidly turn around with a slight fright and see one and only, your friend and boyfriend, Paul.
"Boo." he says.

You and Paul have been dating for quite a while now and it was a very happy relationship. I mean... you loved each other, but what you loved even more was to tease and annoy the living heck out of each other.

"Not funny." you say and slap his hand away. Paul just stood there, a proud grin widening on his face.
"I'm not even sorry. That was hilarious." he carried on.
"If that's so, then you can forget about hanging out and cuddles in your apartment today."
"Oh come on. You're the clingy one. You'll end up being the one asking for attention."
"Bet." you reply shortly, knowing he was probably right. You spin on your heel and put your order in, but as you're about to pay, Paul adds to order something for himself and places his debit card at the pinpad.

"Why did you do that?"
"Can't I buy my loving girlfriend food from time to time?" he asks looking down at you. Not knowing what to say, you keep looking at the machine printing your ticket and slowly sliding it out. He leaned in and gave your cheek a kiss.
"Still not sorry for startling you." then he went to a waiting area, leaving you blushing lightly.

After the lunch, on which Paul has been annoying you most of the time, you return to his home to chillout. Paul laid on the bed and spread his arms. Tempting, but you tried to stay angry at him for picking on you.

"Cuddles now."
"You wish." You pout and cross your arms.
"Come on, don't be difficult."
"I'm not the difficult one here." You stomp your foot like an angry toddler as Paul rolled his eyes.
"Just jump in there, you brat. You want attention, I want to hug you, because I missed you so flipping much, so this is a compromise. Now get your cute butt over here."

Looking particularly fazed, but successfully tempted you give in to your boyfriend's passive-aggressive attitude and join him for cuddles. But not without a bit of being troublesome.

"Ou-ah! Jesus, girl... Not so rough." Paul puffed as you plopped on his chest with all the commitment and attitude you could give in.
"Aw, what's wrong? Am I too much to handle?" you tease.
"I-no! It's just, I didn't expect my short little leprechaun girlfriend to be so heav..." he stopped poking out your height upon seeing your death glare, warning him to better not insult your weight.

"...strong."
"Good." you said and stroked his chin, sending a major shiver down his spine and a small blush painted across his cheeks.
"Ugh, just lay your head down, you doof." Paul shook off the flustered feeling and gently pulled your head closer to his chest. You felt very relaxed as he started stroking your hair, but soon after the petting stopped and Paul resolved to playing with his phone.
You reach for his hand and put it back on your head and the pets resumed, but only for a short amount of time before the owner's hand went back to typing on the phone.

You were not going to have that. Suddenly you felt your hands were a bit cold, hence decided to use your boyfriend as a personal heater and slipped your arms under his shirt, giving his ribs a little poke. This action made Paul jump and squeal.
"Ah! My, you have cold hands. Don't you poke me with those icicles."
„Poke you? What do you mean? Are you ticklish?"
"What-no! Don't be ridiculous." Paul prostrated, his face turning red.

An mischievous idea crawled into your head.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I..." you said and started gently squishing his side. He flinched lightly with every touch, but his pride wouldn't allow him to show his weakness. At some point he couldn't ignore you anymore, so he let go of his phone and grabbed your wrist.
"You are really pushing it, aren't you?" he whispered, trying to sound threatening, but you just stared at him acting like you don't know what happened.

"I'm gonna let go of your hand, but you better be a good girl. You can keep them under my shirt, I like your hands on my chest, but... no moving them around, No poking, No pinching." he stated and let your hand go, allowing you to slither them back under the shirt. You lasted the total of 5 minutes before feeling bored again and messing with your boyfriend once more. But this time your hand slipped and you started poking his chest.

"Hey! B-be careful where you poke- He-hey! Babe- stop! Hahaha- You're tickling me!" he giggled lightly and swatted at your hands. His phone fell and got lost in the pillows as Paul tried to escape your touches.He freed himself from your grasp and stared at the messed up bed.

"Ugh, now look what you did. And I lost my phone..." he said and you both started looking for it. You fixed one of the pillows and found it right away.
"Oh you got it. Thanks babe." He said and reached his hand out to retrieve it. But were you going to give it back to Paul willingly?

Absolutely not.

You hugged the phone to your chest and slowly backed out of the room.
"Hun, come on, give me my phone. Babe- Alright, that's it. You're gonna get it now!" He jumped over the bed to get you and you fled the bedroom. You ran pretty fast, but your boyfriend was hellbent on getting his possession back (and to get some revenge on you for messing with him).

You made it to the living room, when Paul caught up to you and trapped you in a hug. "There, I got you! Now, what am I gonna do with you?" he questioned and looked around, keeping firm hold around your waist. Then an epiphany for retribution came to his head.

"No, let me go!" you squeaked, knowing you're in for it now.
"Nu-uh. I'm not done with you yet. Gonna throw you right onto this couch- YEET!" You've landed on the soft surface like a plane and soon Paul was straddling your waist.
"That's what you get for poking me." He grabbed your wrists in one hand and dove the other one under your shirt.

"Paul, s-stop! Not fair!" You laughed as Paul tickled your stomach.
"Your laugh is so adorable."
"Stohohop"
"I don't know if I want to ever let you go~" he teased, smiling mischievously.
"Hahaha! No- no teasing!" you exclaim in between laughs. He just stared at you and laughed along as you tried to wiggle away from his hold and cover your blushy face.

"How are you so cute?" he stopped the attack and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You were still giggling from the sensation and blushing from his teasing.
"Let's make a truce. You give me my phone in exchange for my undivided attention and no more tickles."
"Will you finally cuddle me?" You ask... ekhem, demand.

"Yes, just give it back to me. You know I don't like when you move around my belongings." he says and you reluctantly give it to him.
"Thank you. Now scoot over so I can cuddle you." he tucked the phone in his back pocket before wrapping his hands around you and trapping you in a hug.
"Hey." he murmured and you replied confused.
"Hey?"

"I love you."