Day 5. “I’m not ticklish”
Gavin x Reader - In Denial
Summary: When Gavin denies being ticklish, you can’t resist testing the theory yourself. A few laughs, a few blushes, and one flustered officer later, it’s clear who really won this playful battle.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Gavin
Words: 363
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“I’m not ticklish,” Gavin said bluntly. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Oh, really? Then what about that one time I tickled your side? You weren’t ticklish when that happened?”
Gavin’s cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly and tried to push it off. “That didn’t happen. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I never picked you to be such a liar, Gavin.” you said then poked his side lightly. He grunted and flinched from your poke. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“But I already know the truth. It’s you being in denial.” you slowly and lightly wiggled your fingers against his sides. Gavin pressed his lips together and pushed your hands away. You moved your hands all around his waist to tickle him, getting his stomach, sides, ribs, and even his armpits.
“Ahahahahahaha, would you stohohohop?!” he said between laughing. He wiggled away from you but you followed his move. “Nope! You gotta admit you’re ticklish!” “Nohohohohohoho! Stohohohohop!”
“Aww, Gavin, you never told me you have such a cute laugh! Now it makes me want to tickle you more often just to hear it.” you rapidly squeezed his sides.
“You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” Gavin kept laughing and squirming under your fingers.
“Oh, am I? You’re the one who lied first, officer.” “I dihihihihihidn’t liehehehehe!” “Sure, you didn’t.”
Then Gavin grabbed your wrists to make you stop. He breathed heavily and giggled softly. “Okay, please no more.” “I guess I’ll let up.” you finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. He was still chuckling quietly, his chest rising and falling as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.
“See?” you said smugly. “Totally ticklish.”
Gavin gave you a sharp glare that usually made criminals quake, but the pink in his cheeks ruined the effect. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered.
You smiled, brushing his messy hair back. “I know.” His hand caught yours, fingers intertwining gently. “Don’t make a habit of that,” he said softly. “Or I’ll have to retaliate.”
“Oh?” you teased, leaning closer. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a rare smirk. “You’ll find out.”
