Tickling (France x Reader)

You were snoring lightly on your sofa. You’ve had a long day today, and to make it even worse, it’s exam week, so teachers keep saying studying is a must.

Now, it’s just time to sleep it all off.

But your boyfriend, Francis, had others plans.

“Mon amour…” He pouted. “Wake up.”

“You sound like a spoiled child…” You groaned as you turned to face the other side. No way was he taking away your precious nap time.

He then kissed your cheek. “If you don’t wake up, I’ll have to force you up~.” His voice was smothered in mischievousness you could almost drown in it.

Knowing exactly what he was talking about, you opened your eyes. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

He smirked. “You know I would.”

Ignoring his teasing, you pulled the blankets over your head. Hoping it would protect you for what’s to come.

Though once you felt a soft pressure close to your underarms, you squealed and popped up.

Big mistake.

Francis went full out tickle monster on you, getting you under your arms, neck, under your feet, and other places he knew you were ticklish.

You, on the other hand, were howling in laughter. “S-Stop Francis, ahahaha, I l-love you! HAHAHA!” Eventually tears sprung to your eyes from laughing so much.

Francis smirked. “Is that so, mon amour?” He asked playfully as he pulled his hands slowly, to let you catch your breath. You nodded as you panted, a smile still on your lips. He took the chance to steal a kiss from the happy lips.

“Good, ‘cause I love you too.”