Ticklish Archangel (Gabriel x Reader)

It had been a few months since you starting seeing the Archangel, Gabriel. And this was the fist time, since the two of you had got together, that you had a night all to yourselves. No monster’s that needed to be hunted, no Angels on your tail and no Winchesters calling you every two seconds asking for help. So your Archangel decided to treat you to a special movie night, just the two of you. Which is why you were now in his disco themed apartment, cuddling with him on his couch with the first “Paranormal Activity” movie playing on Gabriel’s big flat screen TV.

About half way through the movie you felt your shirt start to rise up, making you very uncomfortable. So you shifted a little bit, in order to reach behind you and pull it back into place. As you pulled down your shirt, your pinky brushed against Gabriel’s hip. You stop when you hear this almost school girl giggle come from behind you. You turn to see a very red faced Archangel.

“Gabriel was that . . .?” You start to ask with raised eyebrows.

“What? No!” Gabriel protests, shifting awkwardly under you.

You look down to see your pinky resting on his side. Then this light goes off over your head as you realize what you had done. And it took all your strength not to burst out laughing.

“Gabriel are you . . .” You start to ask again as you hold back a smile.

“What? No! I’m a damn Archangel for crying out loud! Of course not!” Gabriel cries in protest, folding his arms and giving you a sour look.

“Then you won’t mind if I test that theory.” You smile wickedly at your Archangel.

“Wait, wh. . .” Gabriel starts to say but stops when your hand makes contact with his hip.

All of a sudden Gabriel starts to laugh uncontrollably underneath you. You reposition yourself so that you are now on top of him. Your fingers continue their assault on the very ticklish ex-trickster.

“(Y/N)! Stop! Please!” Gabriel pleads through fits of laughter as he starts thrashing under you. Working hard to escape your nimble fingers.

“What’s that Gabe? You want me to what?” You ask with an evil glint in your eye. As your other hand reaches forward and starts to tickle his other hip as well.

“Stop! Please! I . . . I can’t . . . breathe!” Gabe continues to cry as he tries to free himself.

“Then it’s a good thing you’re an Archangel.” You laugh, not stopping your torture.

You must of hit an extra sensitive spot cause Gabriel let out a little cry. Then the next thing you know, you were on the floor with Gabriel laying on top of you, his knee planted firmly between your legs. You look up into his hazel yes and feel your body start to melt.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Gabe smiles wickedly down at you as he wiggled his sexy eyebrows.

You reach up and move a strand of hair from in front of his face. Then you snaked your hand behind his head, slowly pushing it closer to you.

“Oh, that’s still me.” You state before leaning up and crashing your lips to his.

With Gabriel taken back by your advancement, you shift his weight so that you were now straddling his hips.

Your lips never parting as you thought to yourself, “Tonight was turning out better than I had hoped.”