Tickle stories - Marvel (One Shots)

Waking him up this way has consequences (Tom Holland x Reader)

Tom was napping in your shared bedroom since there was nothing much else to do in quarantine. You were currently making dinner and when dinner was ready you went to wake up Tom.

As you entered the bedroom you could see Tom resting peacefully on the bed. You mentally awed at his peaceful state. You didn’t really want to wake him up now, but you both had to eat.

Tom was laying on his back with his arm draped over his face, covering his eyes. His shirt was slightly lifted, showing his toned belly. You smiled sweetly and thought of a way to wake him up. After a moment of looking at his exposed belly, you decided to do what anyone else would do if they saw their partner with their belly exposed like that.

You bent down close to him before blowing a raspberry on his waistline. Tom flinched himself awake, letting out a curse of surprise before seeing who was responsible for waking him up in such a manner. You stood back, a bit startled yourself by his reaction. You kept that cheeky smile on your face and tried to step away. However, Tom was quick with his reflexes and grabbed you, bringing you on the bed with him and wrapping his legs around you, keeping you secured against him. You squealed and threw you head back as Tom began to squeeze your side with one hand while scratching agonizingly light at your belly.

You tried to curl in on yourself but Tom’s legs were keeping you still. “You think you can wake me up like that and not have consequences, darling? You though wrong then.” He teased, his voice calm unlike your desperate squeals and pleads of mercy.

“Stohohohop! Tohohommy Plehehease!” You giggled desperately. Although he was taking it easy on you; scratching lightly and gently, the feeling was driving you crazy.

“I’m not even tickling you as much as I usually do. You should be grateful.” He chuckled, moving on to skittering and scratching at your ribs.

With a loud squeal, you threw your head back on his shoulder and squirmed around as much as you could.  “Okahahahay!”

“Okay? Okay what? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing to much, love. You’re going to have to either speak clearly, or stop laughing.” He chuckled teasingly, blowing a raspberry on the crook of your neck.

You dissolved into desperate giggles, not giving up your fight yet. At least you weren’t until Tom decided to move in to scratching behind your knees; a very sensitive spot.

You shrieked and your laughter went up an octave as you tried to kick away from his tickly fingers. “AHAHAHA STOHOHOP TOHOHOM!” Your face was starting to heat up from all of the struggling and you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take.

“What do you have to say for yourself, darling?” Tom asked, reaching over to dig at your sensitive collarbones. You squealed, almost chocking on your laughter as you tried your best to bring your shoulders up to protect yourself.

“SOHOhohohoHORRY!” You wheezed, Tom finally letting you go.

“Alright darling I accept your apology,” He laughed, pulling you back into an embrace. “What did you wake me up for anyway?” He asked, looking down at you, still panting.

“Dinners ready.” You panted and sighed, relieved the torture was finally over. That’s the last time you ever tickle him to wake him up.

Tom laughed and waved his arm. “Oh! Well, you could’ve just told me that!” You groaned, rolling your eyes and playfully hitting his chest as you got up to go to the kitchen, Tom chuckling and following behind.