Summary: Johnny finds out the reader is ticklish and suddenly can’t fall asleep until he hears them laugh. So he makes it his mission to tickle you at least once before bed. Tonight, he decides to take advantage of the full body mirror in your room and show you how he likes to tickle you.
Characters: Ler!Johnny Storm, Lee!reader
The reader is gender neutral in this and there is no use of Y/N, as always this is a tickle fic so be advised!
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Johnny was playful with you.
It was how he showed love right before he let himself be soft. A flirty comment before a tight hug, a smack on the rear before a gentle kiss, and as of late, a tickle right before bed.
He had been antsy recently, a few rough missions and long hours made him miss you more than he expected. So after a movie night turned makeout session, his hand brushed against your side a little too much. Ever since he heard that first giggle, he found his fix for a long day.
That night, Johnny was sleeping over at your apartment. It wasn’t unusual for him to do so, if anything you preferred the nights when he slept over. Even with his new… habit.
You were getting ready for bed by the mirror, fixing yourself up, when Johnny came behind you with a hug. You welcomed it, of course.
“Getting ready for bed yet?” You asked as he planted a kiss to your cheek. Johnny just let out a soft hum and held you tighter.
“Mm, not yet. There’s one thing I need first. It’s super small, totally quick.” Johnny’s fingers started to trace up and down your sides, just testing the waters.
You squirmed slightly in his arms, a smile grew on your face. You hadn’t completely caught on to his plan yet, but this was definitely suspicious “Johnny, that— I’m sensitive there.” You murmured softly.
“Sensitive or ticklish?” Johnny’s voice was low and playful in your ear. Like he was trying to tickle you with his words. As his fingers creeped up towards your ribs, you jerked forward. Johnny easily pulled you back against his chest and chuckled.
“Ah ah, not yet. I still need something from you, firecracker. I can’t sleep without hearing you laugh. Surely you can spare a minute or two, right?”
His touch was getting bolder now, still gentle but slowly applying more pressure. He began to trace each of your ribs and snuck small pokes between them. You glanced up at the mirror in front of you and felt your face go warm when he met your gaze there. His smirk was incredibly cocky, like he was waiting for you to look up.
“Now that’s a good idea. Why don’t you watch? I’ll show you all my favorite tickle spots on you.” Suddenly you felt one of Johnny’s hands guide your chin to face the mirror. He adjusted his other arm to keep you pinned against him.
“Johnny, it’s late. Aren’t you tired?” You said as you watched his fingers flutter up your ribs. The smile on your face was evident now, along with the growing blush on your cheeks. You felt Johnny kiss your cheek again before poking up and down your side.
“Sure I am. But seeing your adorable smile gives me so much energy! Just look at how cute you are!” Johnny’s smirk had become a smile matching yours the second you started giggling. His pokes turned into scribbles as he finally tickled you for real.
“J-Johnny! Hahaha! Wait!” You jerked forward but Johnny just held you tight and continued. You could see him smirking in the mirror as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
“Now right here is my favorite spot to start with. You’ve got such ticklish ribs. It always gets you really squirmy which, by the way, is freaking adorable. Let me show you.” Johnny turned you to the side a bit but kept your face towards the mirror.
“See these ribs right here?” He poked a few of your upper ribs, which caused you to let out a particularly loud squeal. “These bad boys are the sweet spot. It gets you nice and warm for the good stuff.” Johnny chuckled, loving how shy you were getting with each detailed explanation of your tickle spots.
“Johnny I already know where I’m ticklish! You don’t need to show me!” You replied before being cut off by a squeal when Johnny gave those upper ribs a few pokes.
“Well duh. Everyone knows where they’re ticklish, but they don’t know how to be tickled. You gotta get someone, ideally a ridiculous handsome Good Samaritan like me, to show you. Like for example, you know your stomach is ticklish. But did you know about this sweet spot below your belly button?” Johnny’s hand went from your ribs to the spot he just described. As soon as his fingers started tickling that spot, you burst into more laughter.
“Yes I did—! Hahahahaha! Johnny!”
“Oh you did? Guess I exploit this spot too much then. Oh well, plenty of other places to show you.”
Johnny had turned to to face the mirror again now, and was giving you a full tutorial on how ticklish your stomach was. He had even let go of your chin so his other hand could push up your pajama top for easier access to your stomach.
“If you try to close your eyes or turn your head away from the mirror, I’m tossing you on the bed and giving you more raspberries then you can count. What’s the point of a tutorial if you don’t watch it, right?”
You squealed as Johnny talked you through how to tickle your navel, you snorted when he showed you the right pressure for tickling your abs, and you squirmed when he pointed out the correct way to tease you so his touch would tickle even more.
“…and I’ve noticed you react when I wiggle my fingers above your stomach like this. See? You’re squirming already! Whispering in your ear works well too. You seem to like when I tell you you’re going to get tickled, or if I just say tickle. Like if I went ‘tickle tickle tickle’ as I tickled you.” Johnny explained, knowing the effect his words had on you.
“I know, I know. It’s late and you’re far too adorably ticklish to be tickled all night long.”
Just as it looked like Johnny was going to let up, he leaned down and pressed a raspberry to your neck before letting go. Of course, you yelped and covered your neck as you giggled. By the time you whipped around to tell him off, he was laying in bed with that signature smirk.
“I hate you, Johnny Storm.” You grumbled as you crawled into bed next to him.
“I know! I didn’t even go for your underarms! Total screw up on my part, next time I’ll make sure to—!” You cut off his teasing with a kiss. He had done enough to make you blush tonight, and if he kept going there was no way you were getting any sleep.
“I love you too, Johnny.”
You turned off the lamps and got under the covers with him. And finally when you were comfortable in his arms, he spoke.
“I noticed you never fought back. Am I that good at tickling? Or maybe you just like it.”
That earned him a pillow to the face before he finally fell asleep with you in his arms, already dreaming about doing it again tomorrow night.
