#kiribaku tickle fic

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?

Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅

Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^

Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.

Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.

“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.

“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”

“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.

“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”

“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.

“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.

“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”

And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.

“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”

That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.

Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.

“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.

“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.

Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.

[thebest-medicine]

could i get prompt 60 “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!” + 62 “I haven’t seen you smile all day / week!” with lee!bakugou and ler!kirishima.

Prompt 60 - “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

Prompt 62 - "I haven't seen you smile all day / week!"

A/N: I love the idea of kirishima (or other bakusquad friends) doing their duty to cheer up bakugo heh. You’ve been scowling too much mister time for you to giggle whether you like it or not. enjoy!!!!

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“Don’t- shitty hair! I’m serious!” Bakugo growled as he backed further into his dorm room. “Don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

“I haven’t seen you smile all week, Bakubro.” Kirishima explained with a feigned tone of scolding. “Just doing my duty, as your friend, to cheer you up.”

“Don’t even- I’ll kill you!” Bakugo hissed as he felt the backs of his knees hit the bed.

“Sure, sure. But, you’re gonna smile first!” Kirishima declared, slamming Katsuki’s door shut and leaping toward his friend and the bed. They rolled for a moment, Bakugo landing on his back and letting out a distressed sound.

“N-no! Jeheherk- stop!” Bakugo protested as Kirishima latched onto the middle of his ribs on one side. Though he pushed and wrestled, Kirishima was able to use his quirk to keep Bakugo underneath him on the mattress. He managed to nearly straddle his friend and started tickling right away to try to distract and drain his fight.

“There we go.” Kirishima grinned as Bakugo’s mouth curled into a wide smile.

“Shuhut up!” Katsuki argued. He still fought the giggles as best he could, but it was hard to resist laughing while trying to break free of his friend at the same time. “There I’m smihihiling so cut it ohohout already!”

“Nah, I think I wanna hear you laugh too.”

“No Kiri-hihihi- I’ll destrohohoy you!” Bakugo cried.

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[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[burningablaze]

Bakugou x Kirishima - Late Night Antics

Summary: Bakugou had a nightmare and Kirishima tickles him to cheer him up

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Words: 1,020

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Bakugou had no idea where he was. It was cold and dark. The environment was frigid and pitch black, making it impossible for him to see his own breath. Suddenly a circle of bright light beamed over him. He looked around but everything around him was still black.

Another beam of light flashed several feet across him. A figure was standing in the circle, he was tall, wearing a business suit, and he seemed to be looking down. Bakugou was confused and demanded to know answers.

“Hey! Where the hell am I?!” Bakugou shouted. The figure did nothing at first for a solid few seconds. Then, the figure lifted his head. Bakugou’s eyes widened and felt a chill in his spine. The figure didn’t had a face except for his teeth. He had a cheshire smile that made Bakugou shivered. “What the hell are you?” Bakugou whispered under his breath.

Suddenly the figure glitched and disappeared. Bakugou gasped and looked around to see where he went. “Face me, coward!” Bakugou yelled. Out of nowhere, the faceless figure appeared and placed his hands on the sides of Bakugou’s face. He screamed in painful agony as he fell to his knees. The figure smiled widely. “It’ll be over soon,” It said.

Bakugou used his quirk to blow away the figure then quickly woke up in a dark room with cold sweat and breathed heavily.

Bakugou had just experienced a nightmare that left him shaken. The faceless figure with the creepy grin had really gotten to him. Kirishima slowly woke up next to Bakugou. “Bakugou, why are you awake?” He asked tiredly.

Bakugou sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Just had a nightmare,” He muttered. Kirishima sat up and looked at him with concern. “You okay?” He asked. Bakugou nodded, still feeling a bit shaken by the vivid dream. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “Just a dream,” He muttered to himself. “Just a stupid dream.”

“Katsuki, I don’t want you to think I’m making you feel weak by talking to me. It’s important and I told you multiple times about it.” Bakugou sighed. “Yeah, I know.” Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “You know I’m here for you, man. You don’t have to go through everything alone.” Bakugou gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I know that too.” He appreciated Kirishima’s concern, even if he wasn’t always good at showing it.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Kirishima spoke up again. “Want to talk about the dream?” Bakugou hesitated, but then shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a little bit of confidence and laid his head back on his pillow.

“Do you need help falling asleep?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou shook his head again. “Nah, I’ll be good. Thanks though.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Kirishima leaned against his back, wrapping his arm around him. “I do have one way to make you feel better.” He smiled in the dark.

“Oh yeah, shitty hair? What?” “This,” Kirishima’s mischievous grin grew wider as he started to gently tickle Bakugou’s belly.

“What the hell, Kirishima?!” Bakugou laughed unexpectedly and squirmed against his back as Kirishima's fingers danced across his belly. “Pfft! Hehehehey! W-What the hell shihihihitty hair!”

Kirishima continued to tickle Bakugou’s belly, his laughter filling the quiet room. “Come on, Bakugou, just let go and enjoy it,” He teased, his fingers moving faster.

Bakugou squirmed and tried to push Kirishima away, but his efforts were futile. The ticklish sensation overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter. “K-Kirishimahahahahahaha, s-stop it! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” He managed to say between laughs, his cheeks turning pink.

Kirishima chuckled, delighting in Bakugou’s vulnerability. “You know, laughter is the best medicine, right?” He said, his voice filled with mischief. “And I happen to be an expert at making you laugh.”

“Shuhuhuhut up! Your juhuhust a pahahahain in the ahahahass!”

Kirishima’s fingers were getting close to Bakugou’s belly button, causing him to squirm even more. “No, no, Kirishima! Don’t you dahahahare!”

Kirishima ignored his plea and dug his finger in his belly button. “Hahahahahahahahahaha no, no, nohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!”

Bakugou arched his back, kicked his legs, and thrashed his body all around but Kirishima kept him right where he wanted him and it couldn’t be any cuter. He noticed that his laugh is more carefree and his nose was scrunched.

Kirishima thought his heart was melting and kept tickling his belly button, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s laughter echoed through the air.

After a couple of minutes, Kirishima pulled his finger out of his belly button and slowly traced his fingers over the middle of his belly. Bakugou’s laugh had calmed down but still squirmed. “You doing okay?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Bakugou lay there, panting and still giggling, a contented smile on his face. Kirishima couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair away from Bakugou’s forehead, his fingers lingering on his boyfriend’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh like that," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. Bakugou's laughter slowly subsided, but the joy in his eyes remained.

"And you're an idiot," Bakugou retorted playfully, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. Kirishima chuckled and leaned in to capture Bakugou's lips in a sweet kiss, sealing their moment of shared laughter and affection.

Kirishima grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, come on, Bakugou! Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger!” He wiggled his finger in the air playfully, making Bakugou squirm even more.

“Stohohop!” Bakugou pushed his hand away. Kirishima chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

Bakugou turned around on his other side to face Kirishima and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s. Feeling a surge of mischievousness, Kirishima leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Bakugou's nose. “You ready to finally sleep now?” Kirishima asked, softly tracing patterns on his back.

Bakugou sighed softly and closed his eyes. “That feels nice.” Kirishima smiled and happily continued stroking his back. He gave Bakugou one last kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight,” He whispered.

[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

[kusuguricafe]

Kacchan's Cosplay Panic

Sequel to Happy Year of the Rabbit 🐰

A/N: The long-awaited sequel is finally here!! I hope it was worth the wait! (Here is what I was imagining Bakugou looking like while I was writing this)

Summary: Three bunny boys persuade Kacchan to join in on their fun!

Characters: switches Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, and Kaminari

“Oi, what’re you guys doing?” Kaminari asked as he walked in on the trio. “Oho, who got Kacchan blushing~?”

“Shut the hell up, dunce fa—” Bakugou started, cutting himself off as he peeked through his fingers to see Kaminari wearing Mirko cosplay as well.

“Oh my gosh, you look so good, Kaminari-kun!!” Deku exclaimed.

“You’ve got some nice legs, dude! Very manly!” Kirishima added in.

“Thanks, guys!” Kaminari beamed.

“I can’t believe you people,” Bakugou said.

“You know who else would rock this fit?” Kaminari smirked.

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Deku all turned to Bakugou.

“Oh no. No no no no. I am not wearing that.

“Aww, Kacchan! C’mon, pleeease?” Deku looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“You don’t want us to tickle ya again, do you?” Kirishima wiggled his fingers.

“Ack! No!”

“You guys were tickling Kacchan? Without me??” Kaminari pouted.

“Don’t worry, Denks, I think you might have another opportunity,” Kirishima said.

Without warning, Bakugou sprung up and started blasting his way towards the door.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Kaminari shouted. With his lightning quick reflexes, he managed to tackle Bakugou out of the air and back onto the ground. “You’re not going anywhere!”

“Let go of me!!!”

“Guys, quick! Come help me hold him down!!”

Deku and Kirishima shared a quick glance before dashing over and jumping on top of Bakugou as well.

“OI!! You idiots!”

“Now, the choice is yours, Bakugou,” Kaminari started.

“You put on the costume,” Kirishima continued.

“Or we tickle you until you do,” Kaminari finished.

Deku nodded nervously in agreement.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou stared at the three of them incredulously. Kaminari and Kirishima were looming over him. Kaminari’s face was upside down, smiling, and Kirishima was looking at him deviously. He could see Deku peeking at him from behind Kirishima. Deku’s eyes were practically sparkling.

“Make me,” Bakugou challenged. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was about to come.

“If you say so~” Kaminari replied.

The three boys attacked. Kaminari had Bakugou’s arms trapped under his knees and was scribbling all over the explosion boy’s underarms (he was wearing a tank top, not-so-conveniently for him). Kirishima was kneading the boy’s lower ribs, and Deku was scratching up and down Bakugou’s also not-so-conveniently bare feet.

Bakugou was cracking a smile, but the trio hadn’t gotten him to actually start laughing yet.

“Damn, you’re tough!” Kirishima commented.

“Guess it’s time to bring out the big guns,” Kaminari winked, making his hands into finger guns. Small sparks flew out from the tips of his fingers for emphasis.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at the sound of Kami’s electricity. “D-dohon’t, don’t you dahAHAHAHAHAHARE!!!!” Bakugou screamed as Kaminari dug his fingers into that sweet spot between his upper ribs and underarms, shooting harmless little shocks.

“DOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAHAHAT!! NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!” Bakugou threw his head back as he laughed hysterically. Deku had to dodge getting kicked in the face.

“Works every time,” Kaminari boasted.

“YOU SUHUHUHUHUCK!”

Kirishima switched his tactic to vibrating his fingers into Bakugou’s toned abdomen. Deku crawled onto his legs (to avoid getting kicked) and squeezed above his knees.

Bakugou started to tear up. He hated how much Kaminari’s tickle shocks got to him.

“OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

The three boys all lifted their hands. They let him catch his breath for a minute. Bakugou’s face was bright red. He was still smiling, his eyes tightly screwed shut. His cheeks glistened with tears.

“So…?” Deku said quietly.

Bakugou sighed. “I’ll put on the damn costume.”

“Yatta!!” The three cheered. They scrambled off of him and helped him up.

“...Don’t laugh, got it?” Bakugou said behind the changing room curtain.

“We won’t!”

He slid the curtain open.

“Kacchan sugoi!!”

Kaminari whistled.

Kirishima was awestruck.

“Grrr, don’t gawk at me!” He closed the curtain again.

Kirishima blinked. “Hey, wait! You look great, man!” He stepped forward and slid the curtain back open… revealing Bakugou’s backside. Deku and Kaminari covered their mouths with their hands.

“Holy shi—”

“DON’T LOOK!” Bakugou shouted as he saw Kirishima’s face appear behind him in the mirror. He quickly turned back around. “Out of my way, extras.”

“I still think I wore it best,” Kaminari said.

Deku and Kirishima laughed at that.

“You think this is funny, haah?” Bakugou grabbed both Deku and Kirishima and pulled them close, squeezing their waists.

“EEK! Nahahahaha! K-kacchahahahan!”

“Hahahaha! Hehehey!”

“How do you nerds like it?”

Kaminari sneaked up and zapped Bakugou’s side.

“AHH! You— Oh, you’re gonna get it.” Bakugou let go of Deku and Kirishima and darted after Kaminari.

“Tickle fight!!” Kaminari exclaimed as he ran away.

Kirishima turned to Deku and shot him a toothy gin.

“Kirishima-kun? W-w-wait, wahahahait!!”

Meanwhile, Bakugou had tacked Kaminari to the ground. Kaminari, who was screeching and thrashing about as Bakugou ruthlessly tickled his exposed hips, thighs, and knees. Maybe he shouldn’t have challenged the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Kirishima had Deku in his grasp and was tickling in between his ribs, causing the smaller to giggle and squirm. He paused to turn towards the commotion. “Don’t kill him, Bakubro!”

“He’s getting what he deserves!”

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!!!” Kaminari screamed.

Kirishima ran over and wedged himself in between the two blondes. “Take me instead!” he said dramatically.

Bakugou stared at him. “Your funeral,” he said as he dug into the redhead’s ribcage.

“WAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Kaminari crawled out from under Kirishima towards Deku.

“Are you alright, Kaminari?” Deku asked, holding out his hand.

Kaminari gladly took it. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks! …You look really good in that, by the way.”

Deku’s eyes widened. He blushed slightly. “Oh! Thank you!” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked to the side. “You look really good too.”

Kaminari seemed delighted.

“WIHIHILL YOU TWO STOHOP FLIRTING AHAHAHAND HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!?” Kirishima cried out.

Looking mildly embarrassed, Kaminari walked over and tasered Bakugou in the side, causing Bakugou to let up long enough for Kaminari to drag Kirishima away from him.

Deku made eye contact with Bakugou. Big mistake.

Kirishima looked up at Kaminari. Kaminari smiled down at him. Kirishima grabbed Denki’s arms and flung him over his head.

“WhaAA!” Kaminari yelped. He landed with his head in Kirishima’s lap.

Kirishima skittered his fingers over Kaminari’s ears and neck. “I can’t believe you just left me to die like that! After I saved you!?”

“EhehehEHEHE! I’m sahaharryyy!!” Kaminari batted at Kirishima’s hands.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You thought you could get out of this, nerd?”

“KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Deku pleaded as Bakugou kneaded his hips. Tears streamed down his face.

“Oh no. I wasn’t done with you earlier.”

“Are you guys done getting rea—” Uraraka started. “Oh! I’m sorry! I-I’ll uh, um…”

Kirishima smiled bashfully. Kaminari blushed. Bakugou was so absorbed in destroying Deku that he didn’t even notice her walk in.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAN IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE AHAHANYMOHOHOHORE!!!”

“DIE, NERD!!”

Uraraka’s eyes widened. She looked back at Kirishima and Kaminari. “We’re starting soon, okay? See you out there!” She ran back to the set.

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other.

“We should probably stop him, right?” Kaminari asked.

Kirishima nodded.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, Bakubro!” Kirishima said.

“We have to get to the photoshoot!” Kaminari added.

Bakugou paused. Photoshoot? Oh, right. He looked back down at Deku, who was still panting and giggling. He looked like a mess. 

“We’ll have to freshen him up a bit, I think,” Kaminari said.

“One sec,” Kirishima said as he headed towards the bathroom.

Bakugou lifted Deku back up to his feet. Deku began to wipe the tears from his eyes. Kirishima came back with a damp cloth, which he gently wiped Deku’s face with.

“Much better,” Kiri smiled at him.

Deku smiled back. “Thank you. Let’s go!”

[laughterisorange]

TICKLETOBER 2023

Prompt Day 14: Soft

(yeah I know it’s technically the 15th at the time I’m posting this for me, but sue me, I wanted to write it well)

Pairing: Bakugou/Kirishima

This is a tickle fic. If you don’t like, don’t read. WARNING FOR PROFANITIES, it is Baku after all lol

Summary: Bakugou has really soft hair, and Kirishima is in awe.

Fic Size: Clementine

A Soft Head

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou was the clingy one in the relationship. If someone had told Kirishima that when they first started dating, well, the redhead would’ve laughed, as he knew himself to be one of the most touch oriented people in their class, hanging onto other people, and giving hugs without reservation. In comparison, Bakugo was the most averse of their class, and either had to be manhandled to accept affection, or was doing the manhandling to prove his own dominance.

Now though, after dating for a few months, Kirishima had borne witness to the truth of Bakugou Katsuki. He was cuddly. Impossibly so, if he was honest - Katsuki was the type to be aggressive in his desire of affection, rather than aggressively affectionate himself. 

For instance, at the moment he was practically on top of Kirishima, face smooshed into the spiky teens chest, as the boy ran his fingers through the blonds hair. He had come into the room and basically inserted himself into Kirishima’s personal bubble - demanding Eijirou’s love without uttering a word. Eijirou ran his fingers through Katsuki’s hair again.

That was another thing. 

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou’s hair was so… soft.

Bakugou tilted his head with a muffle whine. A question as to why Kirishima stopped.

Kirishima huffed out a laugh, resuming his carding.

“Wut.” Bakugou asked, his eyes flicking up at Eijirou.

“Your hair is soft.”

“...You knew this already, Ei.”

“Yeah, but,” Kirishima twisted the strands between his fingers. “It’s really soft. Like… how?”

Bakugou chuckled lightly, “What do you mean, how?”

“Well when nothing’s touching it, it looks razor sharp! You don’t even gel it or anything, it’s just like that - it’s amazing.”

“Don’t sound so reverent you weirdo.” Bakugou wriggled into Kirishima’s, burying his face deeper with a deep breath.

“OH, but I am reverent, Katsuki. As someone who literally has to gel his hair to get it as spiky as it is -”

“You could just leave it down -”

“- my point is,” Kirishima said, wiggling his fingers at the base of Bakugou’s neck, making him scrunch up with a choked sound. “It’s unfair that you don’t even have to try, and yet it’s so SOFT.” He massaged into the scalp and hair again, but lighter this time, playing into the reverence of his boyfriends beauty. 

He didn’t expect the startled giggling that Katsuki produced at the feeling.

“Eihihih don’t,” He reached his hands up to half heartedly stop the red head, who was now looking like Christmas had arrived early. “Don’t even think about it.”

“This is too good.” He wiggled his fingers up from the base of his head by the neck to the top and around to Katsuki’s ear. A stream of higher pitched giggles repeated from the blond. “You’re ticklish. On your head.”

“Fuhuhuhck yohohohu, AH, nohohoho!”

Eijriou attacked Katsuki’s neck, wiggling and prodding, grinning like a madman. The look on his face only made Katuski laugh harder, still sleepily trying to catch his boyfriend’s hands. Mischievously, Eijirou darted down and scribbled at Katsuki’s sides and stomach. Like a sort of game, he would raise his hands up and Katsuki would follow him. It made him think of a cat video he had seen recently, the thought making the smile on his face widen.

“Stohohop looking at me like thahahat!”

“Like what?” Eijriou asked, feigning ignorance with a smile.

“Like I’m fuhuhuhucking - EIehehehehe!” Katsuki dissolved into laughter, as Eijirou targeted the spot between his underarms and his ribs.

“Like you’re fucking… what?”

“LIhihihke I’m cuhuhuhte!”

“You are cute!”

“NOHOHOhohohoh!”

Kirishima slowed his fingers, sensing that Katsuki was nearing his limit.

“Cute,” Kirishima poked him in the stomach, “and soft,” he tickled his side, Katsuki squirming as his giggles died down.

Kirishima looked lovingly at the giggling mess underneath him.

He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s lips, stealing the last bit of his laughter. “And a softie.”

Katuski rolled his eyes, grumbling and tugging slightly at the hands who had him pinned. “I’ll get you back for it, you asshole.”

Kirishima tutted. “Katsuki, you know what they say,” 

Katsuki’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, and Eijriou continued with a shit-eating grin. “The only thing worse than a hard heart is a soft head.”

[reallyromealone]

Bakugo x kirishima omegaverse adoption. Request is meeting bakugos parents or just his dad per se. like his dad really wants to meet his grandbaby and he doesn’t care about what his wife says because he’s going to meet his grandbaby wether she likes it or not.

Title: see you again

Fandom: bnha

Characters: bakugo, masaru, mitsuki, kirishima, Aizawa mentioned

Fic type: angst, fluff

Pairings: bakugo x Kirishima, masaru x mitsuki

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, child male reader, Omega male reader, alpha x alpha relationship, dad kiribaku

Notes: writing this before my shift

Summary: katsukis dad gets to meet the baby, mitsuki has an epiphany

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Bakugo read the letter his dad sent, the Omega was absolutely thrilled with the pictures of the baby that Aizawa sent him, Aizawa knew how hard it was to get out of a marriage as an Omega and kept the man up to date via coffee meet ups.

And today, Mr. Bakugo was going to meet his grandson.

"I can't face him." Mitsuki whispered, the Alpha looking away from her Omega "well I am, I'm tired of you're tantrums! You made me lose out on my pups most important years! I had to miss his graduation!"

Masaru looked so broken "I let you walk over me... I love you but you need therapy... I-I can't do this"

"I-im sorry" it was rare to see the blond so meek "think about the fact, you missed your son's wedding, his son and his life because you were set in his ways" his words trembling "I know you love our son... Talk to him"

And with that the Omega left the house.

Katsuki felt his heart feel a bit warmer when he saw his dam, (name) sitting in kirishimas knee and playing with his fingers happily and suckling on his pacifier that looked like a little explosion "dad..." Katsuki stood up to properly greet his dam, having not seen him in a year and a half, only exchanging letters through Aizawa. "There's my precious little boy and my other precious boy... And whose this" immediately the soft man doted on the two before his eyes landed on (name) who leaned against his dad, staring at the Omega confused. Masaru got closer to the pup and crouched "hi... I'm your grandpa" he whispered and (name) reached out to him, the little baby having no loyalty when it comes to attention and the older Omega smelt like his papa so therefore safe in the little ones eyes.

"Gosh, he's so perfect" he whispered while holding the angel of a baby close "poepoepoe" the boy babbled, having taken his pacifier out of his mouth.

Katsuki felt pure happiness bubble in his chest, seeing his dad show the love he showed Katsuki when he was little "you are so brave!" The Brunet whispered to the baby, enamoured by the pure joy the little omega gave back at the attention and tickles his grandpa gave.

"So how's things dad..." Katsuki was surprisingly soft with his dad, knowing the omega was always the nervous type "it's better... Your mother and I actually spoken before I left today"

"Oh?"

"And I won"

The table grew quiet and Kirishima was the first to speak "I'm proud of you!"

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She couldn't believe it.

Her mate.

Her omega.

Her life...

He just lost it on her, she really fucked this up, huh?

She sat alone in the sitting area for hours, tears rolling down her face.

She had a grand baby...

She remembered how happy she was when she held little Katsuki...

She didn't want to ever say goodbye to that memory.

She couldn't dare possibly say goodbye to the music in her life, the music being the love of her family.

She needed to get it together.

Looking around the house, a nice house with beautiful decorations...

She would give it all up if she could take what she said back.

But she knew it wouldn't be easy.

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"Her pride-- it was always something that got in the way, I know she regrets what she did... God knows when she will admit her faults" masaru said calmly and handed (name) back to Katsuki when the boy reached over to the blond for cuddle time "i-I don't think I could forgive her for what she did" Katsuki said honestly, time did his temper well.

And after having a son, a wonderful beautiful baby boy.

He couldn't imagine doing something like that to his baby.

What parent could do that?

The rest of the lunch went smoothly, Masaru doting on his son and son and law while (name) slept in his stroller without a care.

It was late, Eijiro sleeping beside him and (name) was asleep in his crib across the hall and thoughts of the meeting pushed around katsukis brain.

His mom abandoned him.

Come morning, the two alphas did their morning stretches in the livingroom, (name) clumsily following along much to the parents amusement and delight "good form!" Eijiro cheered to the boys delight.

Katsuki focused on his son, his world.

His mom could wait.

Just like he waited for her.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings 🌸🐰 (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Poly!KiriBaku x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader

Synopsis: In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS STAY TF AWAY), Poly Romance, AgedUp!Pro!Bakugou & Kiri (they’re in their late 20s), Black!Reader, Bunny Girl!Reader, Mating Cycle, In Heat, Dick Crazed, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Foreplay, Nipple Play, Light Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking), Clit Stimulation, Overstimulation, Deepthroating, Biting/Nibbling, Hair/Ear Pulling, Tail Stroking, Spanking, Face Fucking, Light Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Name Calling, Pet Names, Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press), Non-Protected PIV/Non-Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Mentions of Breeding, Squirting, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER FOUR: BUSS IT, BABY.

“So how can we help?” Kiri purrs.

You swear you feel like you blackout for a minute when his question and its hidden meaning begin to set in. You gape up at them and their soft yet hungered stares. You feel as if you’re baking in the sun, your entire body hot under their eyes. 

“W-What?” you weakly ask. There’s no way they could possibly be thinking of doing this for you. “You really don’t have to!” you begin to protest, flustered. I-I’m fine!”

Kiri’s eyes grow stern. “Y/N, you are clearly not fine,” he firmly states. “Look at you! You’re clearly struggling and we’re not gonna let our girl go through this alone. Let us ease the tension in any way we can, okay?”

Bakugou moves closer to you, making it so there is no space left between you and him. “We’re not takin’ no for an answer,” he softly growls. “So I suggest you let us know what you want and what you like.” 

His words set you alight and make your pussy embarrassingly clench around air. Kiri follows Bakugou’s movements and cuddles up next to your other side until you’re sandwiched between them both. You still feel slightly embarrassed with this, but also increasingly, unbearably horny with how close they are now. You feel like a prisoner trapped between two incredibly-sexy walls of a cell. Not to mention how patient and encouraging they are. They’re so hellbent on getting to know each and every freaky part of you, and it’s a complete turn-on. 

Time seems to go by in slow motion until you finally get the nerve to speak. “W-Well,” you softly stutter, “we could start with kissing and a little touching like we usually do. Only my ears and tail are free range now.” 

Kiri looks overjoyed by the opportunity. “Of course!” he brightly replies, already turning you away from Bakugou to face him. “Me first!” He ignores Bakugou’s angered growl, his full attention on you and your lips. “I’ve been waitin’ to get these lips to myself all day.” 

Without another word or waste of time, his lips are on yours. As usual, his kiss starts off gentle and careful as if he’s afraid of hurting you. But once he finds that rhythm, he sticks with it. His lips dance with yours in a passionate embrace, his hand under your chin to keep your face right where it is. His lips are pillowy-soft and intoxicating, the slight stumble on his chin tickling you lightly. 

His kiss sends you reeling, your mind filled with nothing but him. You’re aware of his other hand moving to hold your hip, gently squeezing you there. “You feel so fuckin’ good, babe,” he murmurs against your lips. “Taste good too.” He leans in again and gently runs a toothed fang along your bottom lip, making you softly gasp. 

He ducks back in for another kiss, this one with tongue, and it gives you the confidence to begin to run your hands over every part of him you can touch–his neck; his biceps; his chest, and abs. He’s truly a work of art. Both of them are. 

You gasp into the kiss at the sudden tug you feel on your ears. Bakugou is busy playing with them, alternating between running his fingertips lightly along the fur and tugging them at the tips. He even puts the tip of your ear in his mouth, nibbling on it gently. The moan you let out is needy and desperate, embarrassingly so. “Aww, c’mon, Katsuki,” Kiri laughs. “Don’t torture our girl too much.” But Bakugou pays him no mind, still toying with your ears. Kiri begins to run his lips over your jawline, trailing down the tender skin of your neck and collarbone. You have no choice but to lean your head back and embrace it all–this sweet torture. You don’t know how much you can take of this. Your body is trembling with need, your tail twitching in desperation. 

Kiri notices this. “Looks like that tail wants some attention too,” he chuckles, running his fingers along your little cottontail. “Why don’t you show Katsuki the same treatment you showed me and I take care of you here?” 

You don’t even nod or reply. You just turn around to face Bakugou who wastes no time smashing his lips against yours. His kisses are a lot rougher and more passionate than Kiri’s. He makes sure you can’t breathe or think after his kisses are done; that all you can feel are the ghost of his plump, pink lips against yours for days. He firmly grips your chin, keeping your face strictly facing him as his tongue slips into your mouth. As Bakugou works on your lips, you feel Kiri play with your tail, his fingers gently stroking the ball of fur that twitches excitedly as he does. With his other hand, he gently strokes your ears, taking extra care to run his forefinger and thumb along the tips. You pull away from Bakugou to moan at the sensations, your mind hazy with pleasure. 

Bakugou takes advantage of this by pressing rough, wet kisses to your neck and collarbone, gently sucking on the skin to leave faint hickeys. Your mouth falls open, your hands moving to grip his broad shoulders and breathe in his vanilla scent. “‘Suki,” you whimper. 

Bakugou smirks against your skin. “Those whimpers are so fuckin’ cute,” he chuckles. “They’re goin’ straight to my dick. Can you feel it?” He shifts his hips and pushes into your thigh so you can feel the obvious outline of his hardened dick. “You did that to me.” 

You wish he hadn’t done that. Now all you can think about is how hard Kiri’s dick might be and how you want them both in your mouth and pussy. Your naughty thoughts dissipate only when you feel Kiri’s hands slide up your sides underneath your shirt. “Is it okay if I take off your top, princess?” he whispers against your ear, pressing a kiss against your neck. 

Despite your hazy mind currently feeling the effects of your intoxicating boyfriends and your heat symptoms, you’re not horny enough to not understand what he’s implying. “R-Right here?” you ask nervously. “What if someone sees us?” 

Your eyes tick around the area. Though you’re surrounded by trees and wilderness, you never know if someone could come hiking up the trail and see you. You’re shocked by how much it turns you on–the idea of getting caught, perhaps with Bakugou’s dick in your mouth while Kiri’s is in your hand, both of them slowly stroking their hips in time with you, showering you with sweet praise and degradation as they do. Kiri just laughs, already moving your top up higher. “No one’s coming, gorgeous. Don’t worry.” 

“And if they do, they can fuck off,” Bakgou mutters against your neck. “I’ll blast ‘em all to hell if they even look at you.” You giggle at his words, already feeling a little more confident and emboldened with this new kinky journey you’re about to venture upon. But maybe that’s just your horniness taking over. You turn to Kiri, giving him the green light. “You can take off my skirt too.” 

Kiri grins, looking like a kid on Christmas Day. “Yes, ma’am.” He wastes no time peeling your top off of you and then helping you out of your skirt. He coaxes you to sit up so he can get it down your ankles and then off of your body. He flings both articles of clothing to the side, forgotten. Now, all of this attention is on you. His eyes are hungered; starving. “Fuck, gorgeous, look at you.” 

You feel like you’re baking in an oven under your boyfriends’ lustful gazes on your body. You had decided to put on a brightly-colored sexy lace bra and panties under your clothes today; some that you knew you looked good in. Bakugou reaches out to toy with the lace on one of your bra cups. “This shit is way too sexy,” he growls lustfully. “You were planning for this, weren’t you? Bet you were hoping we’d play with you out here in the open, right?” 

His hand sneaks behind you to tug at your ears, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your clit. “Right?” he repeats roughly. 

“Y-Yes!” you whimper, toes curling at the sensation. “I was hoping! Couldn’t help it!” Kiri smirks at your honesty. “Good girl,” he coos, running a finger down your bare leg. “So honest. Why don’t you reward her, K?” 

Bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice. He looks at you, waiting for you to give him the green light. Wordlessly, you nod, giving him the go for the bra to come off. His fingers work expertly to unclip the bra before tossing it to the side. Once it’s off, your breasts fall out of the cups and bounce slightly against your chest. Both pros moan softly at the sight of your brown, hardened nipples, looking like drooling dogs wanting to take a bite of your hanging fruit. You find yourself giggling at the attention, feeling good about yourself. 

Gently, Bakugou lays you down on top of the blanket before hovering over you, his face blocking the sun. “Let me know what feels good,” he whispers before ducking down to kiss your neck and your collarbone. Your eyes flutter closed and your hands run through his ash-blonde hair as his lips dance across your skin, taking his sweet time going to your tits. He takes both into his hands and begins to kneed them gently, his fingers pressing into the tender flesh. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice rack, baby,” he groans, oggling your titties in his hands. “I could do this all day.” 

Then his lips are wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking gently, his tongue swirling around your areola. You moan at the feeling of his wet tongue and plump lips teasing your breast while his hand works the other. “Katsuki,” you exhale, his name a mere whisper in the wind. “Please...pinch them.” 

Bakugou looks up at you from between the valley of your tits and grins. “Naughty fuckin’ girl.” He does as you plead, taking both nipples between his fingers and pinching them, tugging them–not enough to hurt you but enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure shoot through your veins as he toys with your sensitive nipples. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums, encouraging those little noises dripping from your lips. “Just relax, baby girl. Let us take good care of you.” 

As if wanting to make you lose your mind even more, you feel Kiri take one of your feet into his hands and begin to kiss the sole, his hands gently massaging your calve. Then his lips wrap around one of your toes and he proceeds to gently suck on your big toe, his tongue gently tickling you there. “Sorry, hon,” he chuckles. “Couldn’t stand starin’ at these cute little toes much longer.” 

He then pulls your toe out of his mouth and kisses your foot, his lips pressed to your painted toes before doing the same to the other. “You like that?” he teases before practically sticking your whole entire foot in his mouth. If only he knew. You were fucking losing it, all sense of self-control leaving your body at the sensations. “Fuck, you’re so cute,” Kiri groans, gently placing your foot back down. “I need to have a taste too. Scoot over, K.” 

Surprisingly, Bakugou does as he says. Now Kiri is beside him and taking one of your nipples into your mouth while Bakugou works on his own. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at the pleasure–two sets of mouths and tongues on your nipples, toying with the hardened, brown peaks. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, your head falling back.  

As they continue their foreplay, your body grows more sensitive. The light grazing of their teeth on your nipples sends shivers up your skin and makes your pussy gush into your panties, desperate for something. “Fuck!” you cry out, hands in their hair, gripping their heads closer as your back arches, pushing your chest farther into their mouths. “I-I can’t….” 

You want to tell them to stop or else you’ll cum. As if hearing your silent plea, Kiri stops and looks up at you, his eyes as red as the purest blood. “Look at you squirming around,” he chuckles. “Seems like you’re wanting something, cutie.” 

Bakugou pulls away too and sits up on his knees. “Maybe we should take you to the car and find out,” he purrs, his hand on your inner thigh. Your eyes flick down to the outline of their dicks pushing through their pants, desperate to be released. 

You know damn well you wouldn’t make it to the car or to any of your homes. Your heat has begun to take the driver’s seat and you find yourself cupping both of their bulges in your hands, staring up at them under your lashes as you do. “Why not out here?” you purr, mischievously staring up at your boyfriends. 

From the way Bakugou and Kiri are looking at you, you would think you just asked them to rob a bank. Their eyes are wide, mouths slightly parted in shock. If they didn’t believe you could make it to the car with your horny self, they certainly believe it now. “Wait,” Kiri says, moving away from your hand cupping his dick in his pants. “You want this…right here? Right now?” 

You nod frantically, practically foaming at the mouth with how feral you are. “Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “I want this more than anything.” To persuade them even more of how much you’re craving this, you sit up on your knees, now eye level with them. You stare at them imploringly, hoping they’ll see the heat in your gaze. “Please,” you beg, running your fingers gently over their hardening bulges. “I need you. Both of you.” 

Kiri looks like he wants to scoop you up and protect you from all harm while Bakugou looks like he wants to gobble you up. “Fuck, don’t make her beg, shitty hair,” he hisses impatiently. “Take those fuckin’ panties off before I rip ‘em off myself.” 

The redhead doesn’t need to be told twice. He loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and, in one swift motion, yanks them down your thighs. As he does, he unintentionally rips the lace waistband when he yanks on it too hard. You gasp when you hear the tearing sound. “Kiri!” you whine, glaring at him. “Those were expensive!” 

Kiri takes a look at the tag on the panties and smirks. “Soma, huh?” he chuckles before tossing them to the side. “I’ll buy you some more. You bought this on yourself, mama. Might as well be a good girl and take it.” He doesn’t even apologize nor do you make him. The both of you are too damn horny to be fighting about torn underwear. Slowly, Kiri coaxes you to lay down on the plush All Might blanket and gently opens your thighs for him and Bakugou. The spring breeze hits your pussy lips dripping in your arousal, making you shiver. 

But nothing gives you the chills like the way Kiri and Bakugou stare at your exposed pussy. “Fuck me,” Bakugou growls, a feral look in his crimson eyes. “Look how fuckin’ wet you are, baby. You’re fuckin’ gushing for us.” He sneaks a hand between your thighs and tentatively drags a finger up your pussy lips. 

His feather-light touch makes your thighs tremble, the feeling better than he can begin to understand. “C-Can’t help it,” you whimper softly. Kiri runs a gentle hand over your stomach, trailing his fingers over your heated skin. “Aw, baby, we know you can’t,” he coos. “Our poor little bunny just can’t help gushin’ for us.” 

You burn internally from his lewd words as Bakugou proceeds to rub your clit, nudging the little button with his thumb. Your mouth falls open as sparks of pleasure shoot into your core, causing you to begin to wind your hips in time with Bakugou’s ministrations. He gives you a cocky smirk as he watches you, his eyes never leaving your body as it wriggles and squirms around. 

“Hold up!” Kiri suddenly shouts. Bakugou pauses, glaring daggers at him. “We need a safe word. This is the first time we’re doin’ somethin’ outside kissing and touching, so we need something to make sure we’re safe.” He turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile. “You pick the word, baby girl.” 

You blink up at him, trying to process what he just said through your pleasure. “Uh...” You search for a good word; one that’s random. Your eyes trail down to the pro hero’s face on the blanket and a lightbulb flickers in your head. “All Might?” you suggest. 

“All Might it is,” Kiri chuckles and nudges Bakugou roughly. “Now you can dig in, and you’d better save some for me.” 

Bakugou nudges him back as he gets onto his stomach, right in front of your pussy. “Let’s get these fuckin’ legs up,” he growls, throwing your legs over his shoulders.” You breathlessly laugh as he positions you the way he wants you, his strength and ability to toss you around making you wetter. “I’ve been dying to see what these thighs of yours taste like.”

Before you can catch a breath, you feel his long, wet tongue pressing against your inner thighs where he proceeds to suckle on the soft, tender skin. As he does, one hand palms at your ass while the other reaches up to tweak and toy with your nipple. You moan at his work on you, one of your hands toying with the breast he isn’t handling. “‘Suki,” you whimper. 

Bakugou moans into your thighs, his tongue and lips moving greedily against your skin. When he looks up at you, his eyes drag you in, hypnotizing you. “Goddamn, you’re wet,” he growls against your leg, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You’re drippin’ down your thighs, bunny.” 

“No fair!” Kiri grunts, forcing Bakugou out of the way. “Lemme get a taste.” While he starts by licking up your inner thighs, unlike Bakugou, he doesn’t stay there. He shocks you by taking a handful of your hips and proceeding to run his tongue over your pussy lips and clit, alternating between using the flat space of his tongue and flicking the tip against your clit. Your eyes roll back to the back of your head, your ears twitching with joy. 

“Eji,” you moan. “That feels so good.” Your hands immediately go to tug and play idly in his red locks of hair as he continues to work your pussy with his tongue. He eats you greedily, sloppily, spitting all over your cunt and slurping it back up. You should’ve known he was a messy eater. He moans then, pulling off of you to give you a delirious smile. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby!” he proclaims, caressing your hips. 

He goes to duck down again for another lick, but Bakugou stops him. “Time’s up, shitty hair,” he growls, venom in his tone. “Fuck out the way.” He practically throws his boyfriend out of the way to make room for himself between your thighs again. 

If you thought Kiri was sloppy when he ate your pussy, you suddenly think yourself wrong when Bakugou dives in for a taste. He first spits all over your cunt before proceeding to slurp it back up as he licks and sucks at your clit, never taking a moment to slow down or breathe. Your mouth falls open as you pant heavily, your hands gripping his ash-blonde hair and muscular shoulders. 

Your eyes close against the blue sky and bright sun above you, the feeling too much for you. But Bakugou spanks your thigh, forcing you to open your eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, gorgeous,” he demands, giving you a sly wink before diving into your cunt again. This time, he even adds a finger and you nearly scream in utter pleasure as he curls it up, right against your G-spot. 

You suddenly feel Kiri’s hands on your tits, playing with your nipples. “No, baby,” he teases in your ear. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He slinks his fingers down to your clit and proceeds to rub it while Bakugou moves his tongue to your pussy lips. “Lemme help you get there faster.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin as you feel Kiri rub your clit at the exact speed with the right pressure that quickly begins to make you peak. That feeling in your stomach begins to unravel too quickly, threatening to snap. “No, no, please!” you sob. “I’m about to cum!” 

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Kiri whispers in your ear. “Cum in Katsuki’s mouth. Let me see you do it.” Bakugou’s muffled moans and the way he feverishly fingerfucks you get you there quicker than you want. 

Before you know it, you’re tumbling down that hill into a sea of pure bliss as the first orgasm either of your boyfriends has given you rocks you to your core. A string of moans leaves your lips as you cum hard on Bakugou’s tongue while Kiri stares on, transfixed by you. You’re practically in heaven, soaring above the clouds as the warm feeling that is only achieved by a damn good orgasm can achieve. 

When you finally come down, you let out a breathless sigh and pet Bakugou’s hair as he cleans you up, licking up every ounce of your cum from your thighs. Finally, he sits back and stares down at you hungrily, eyes hooded and his bottom lip wet with saliva and your cum. It’s the hottest thing you’ve seen thus far. “Feel better, mama?” Kiri asks, trailing his fingers over your sensitive stomach. 

While you do, you know only one orgasm isn’t enough to tame the beast of your cycle. And you’re right: you begin to feel that heat take over again, the ache in your pussy growing. You whimper, moving to clamp your thighs together but Kiri stops you by putting a hand between them. “I’ll take that as a no. Guess you’ll need some more support.” You gasp as he hunkers down between your thighs and tosses your legs over his shoulders, your feet at his ears. Your eyes widen in shock when you realize what’s happening. It’s Kiri’s turn now. “W-Wait,” you stutter in protest. “You don’t have to–” 

Bakugou cuts you off by putting a hand on your throat and his lips roughly on yours. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls against your mouth. “This is what naughty girls like you get. You best shut up and take it.” Your eyes flick nervously from his red-hot gaze to Kiri between your thighs, staring up at you. “You don’t have to do anything, darlin’,” he coos, giving you a wink. “Just like there and enjoy this like the princess you are. Let us serve you. You deserve this.” 

With that, he proceeds to eat you out like you’re leftovers on Thanksgiving, tongue swirling around and around, going aaaaall the way downtown. Though he takes his time and isn’t as fast as Bakugou, he doesn’t spare you from the overstimulation that is making your oversensitive clit tingle and spasm. But the sensations don’t stop there. Bakugou leans down to play with your tits, teeth nibbling at the sensitive peaks. 

You’re seeing stars at this point, unable to keep your voice down. “Oh, fuck!” you cry, your hands moving to grip Kiri’s hair. “Yeah?” Bakugou growls against your titties. “Yeah, you like this shit? Lemme hear you, baby. Let the whole fuckin’ world know how good you feel right now.” Kiri moans into your pussy as he continues to greedily eat it, swirling his tongue around your cunt and clit. The feeling of his nose continuing to nudge your clit as he slips his tongue between your lips nearly throws you over the edge, and you know that you’re about to cum again. 

“I’m so close!” you babble, gripping onto your boyfriend for dear life. “So close again! Please, Kiri!” Kiri peeks up at you from between your thighs to nod at Bakugou. “Rub her clit, Katsuki,” he orders breathlessly. 

Bakugou quickly takes two fingers and rubs your sensitive clit while Kiri takes a finger and slips it inside the wet depths of your cunt.“Say that you’re our good girl,” he orders in a way that is so unlike the Kiri you know. This one is demanding and dominant, and so, so sexy. “Say whose pussy this is and we’ll make you cum.” He presses his finger up against your G-spot as he fingerfucks you and Bakugou laps at your clit. 

Tears prick your eyes as the urge to cum again rises, threatening to overflood the dam of your core. “I-I’m your good girl!” you sob deliriously to your boyfriends. “This is your pussy, daddies, please, please, make me cum!” 

Bakugou stops to glance at you, as does Kiri, both astounded by you and your words. “Oh, fuck, baby,” Bakugou moans in anticipation, a glint in his eye, “we’re gonna fuck you up good now.” 

And they do. Kiri curls his finger inside of you while Bakugou laps at your clit, never slowing down until you finally feel that second orgasm rip through you. “Cumming!” you shout to the heavens. “Oh, my God, I’m cumming!” At this point, you don’t care who hears you–the feeling of your second nut is way too good to stay silent or to even attempt to hide your voice. 

Your arch your back and scream Kiri’s full name as you cum all over his mouth. He moans appreciatively as you do, lapping up every gush of your cum, as does Bakugou. “Can’t forget the thighs too,” he growls against your clit. “Don’t wanna miss a single drop of her, Kiri.” Kiri moans in agreement, telling you that you taste “so fuckin’ delicious” as he continues to lap at your thighs. 

When you finally come down, you’re a twitching, panting mess. The aftershocks rock your hips for a while, causing you to buck into the air until they finally release you. You lay limp on the blanket, completely and utterly satisfied, your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling rapidly. Bakugou cackles from above you. “Looks like we really fucked her up.” 

Kiri chuckles in agreement, his hands massaging your thighs. “Definitely,” he says. “We should let her rest.” Your eyes flutter open at his statement, knowing damn well you’re not done yet. You stare up at Bakugou and Kiri, your body positively teeming with lust and utter need for your boyfriends’ dicks in your hands, your mouth, your other holes, ANYWHERE. 

They stare down at you in utter shock as if you are a totally different person. And you are. You feel all of your shyness and traces of your reserved personality that you had prior to this picnic leave you as your heat grows, creating a needy, greedy monster in desperate need of her fellas inside of her. 

“Who says I wanna rest?” You purr, standing up on your knees. You barely graze either Bakugou or Kiri’s chests, their toned stomaches right in your face. “Especially since I haven’t seen these yet.” Your eyes trail down to their bulges shamelessly protruding through their jeans, desperate to be freed. “Or tasted them.” 

You practically lick your lips as images of what their dicks look like visualize in your naughty mind. Are they thick? Long? Curved so they can brush up against your G-spot perfectly? Would they fit in your hands or in your mouth? Could they even fit in your pussy? With as wet as you are, sure, but you still wonder. 

But you don’t want to just wonder. You want to find out for yourself. Kiri looks hesitant though. “Do you want to?” he asks, raising a red, quizzical brow at you. “Don’t feel like you have to just because we–oh, fuck!” The rest of his words cease to make it out of his lips because your hand is too busy palming his cock over his jeans. 

Kiri’s mouth falls open, his eyes fluttering closed at the heavenly feeling of your hand stroking his hardened dick through his jeans. You do the same to Bakugou, taking him by total surprise. A soft grunt leaves his pink lips as he watches you palm his dick, his wide eyes making you giggle. 

He looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. “You little slut,” he growls. “You want our dicks that badly?” 

You peer up at the both of them through hooded eyes and your long lashes, hoping to God they’ll see how much you’re craving this. Craving them. “Please,” you whisper, begging them. 

Bakugou and Kiri practically groan at as the plea droops from your pretty lips. Kiri even reaches out to gently run his thumb over your bottom lip, smirking as he does. “Who are we to deny such a sweet request.” 

While Kiri gently takes your hand off of his cock, Bakugou just wipes your hand away like you don’t deserve to be touching him…yet. You watch, chin in your hands and a giddy smile on your face, as your boyfriends begin to pull their zippers down and pop their buttons in front of you. Off come the jeans, then come the briefs, and then, finally, your prizes are bestowed upon you. 

Your mouth falls open at the sheer beauty of their dicks. Though they differ in terms of length, they both have a slight curve and are equally as thick which means they will stretch you out perfectly. Your eyes trail over their heavy balls and up to their stomachs, noticing the differences between them: while Kiri has a tuffet of black public curls and a happy trail, Bakugou keeps his shit cropped, his stomach bare of any kind of hair. You also notice precum bubbling from the heads of both of their dicks, coating their heads in cream all for you. You’ve never been so ready to get some dicks in your mouth until now, plus every part of their bodies. 

You want them. Every single bit of them. 

“Well?” Bakugou’s voice has you looking up out of your dickmatized trance, and you find that they have both stripped themselves of their clothes. They are now completely naked, their muscles, tattoos, and scars from many years of missions and hero work on full display for you only. They stare down at you, lust and mischief in their eyes. 

“Don’t just stare at ‘em,” Bakugou grumbles. “You gonna do something with ‘em or what?” You don’t need to be told twice. You scramble to stand up on your knees and start by stroking them first, not wanting to rush this. This is the first time you’re getting a piece of your men’s dicks and you don’t want to waste a moment of it. 

You spit in each of your hands and wrap them around both, loving how your hands can barely wrap around the bases. Their precum continues to drip down their shafts, making use for great lube when the saliva begins to dry in your hands. You’re hypnotized by the way the skin on their shafts stretches and begin to glisten as you stroke them up and down…up and down… 

The soft moans that leave your boyfriends’ lips are delicious, the sounds tickling your eardrums. “Mmm, baby,” Bakugou groans, his head tipping back in absolute ecstasy. “Your hand feels so good strokin’ me like that.” 

Kiri stares down at you, drinking in the way you greedily stroke his cock. “Keep going,” he encourages, his voice breathless and raspier than usual. “You’re making us feel so good, mama.” 

Their nasty version of encouragement pushes you to continue your work, gripping them a bit hard and even slobbering over their dicks to add more spit to make them slicker. Watching your saliva drip over their veiny, fat shafts makes your pussy wetter and clench even harder. Your tail and ears twitch with need, desperate to feel your boyfriends’ hands and fingers stroking them. 

The desperation is traveling faster than a virus now because Bakugou grunts in frustration and pulls your hand off of him. “Fuck this!” he snarls, staring down at you with the most feral look that you’ve seen in his eyes. “I need your mouth on me now.” 

 You couldn’t agree more. You eagerly tip your chin up so he can gently slap his dick against your lips, his hand wrapped around his base. You stick your tongue out so he can slap it against the flattest part of your tongue too, the wet sounds and the heaviness of his dick on your tongue making you hot. You’re practically squirming by the time he finally slips his cock into your waiting mouth. 

He lets go of the base to allow you to take control. You do so, stroking the rest of the length that you can’t fit in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head and along his dick, loving how warm his skin is, his masculine scent, and the taste of salt on your tastebuds. You take a bit more of him, your mouth stretching around his thick cock, but you don’t do it enough to hit the back of your throat. Not yet. 

Bakugou is still in his world though. His hand immediately goes to your hair as he watches you bob your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that,” he hisses. “Good girl.” 

His hand travels to the back of your head and gently pushes you down, causing his dick to slip into your mouth farther. You feel him hit the back of your throat finally, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. He pumps his hips a few times into your mouth, his dick stroking the inner walls of your throat, before he finally releases your head with a moan of ecstasy. 

You gasp as you pop off of his dick, a string of saliva following Bakugou in his wake as he pulls his dick out of your mouth that droops from your bottom lip. You softly pant, catching your breath but also to calm yourself down. You’re becoming hornier by the second. 

Kiri is staring between you and Bakugou hungrily, his dick having grown harder in your hand. “C’mon, don’t leave me out. Don’t I deserve some of that too?” He gently takes his dick out of your hand and taps it against your bottom lip, moaning when you begin to kitten lick the head. “You just got your throat fucked by Bakugou and you’re already ready for me, too?” 

“Don’t keep her waitin’, Kiri,” Bakugou rasps, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he stares at you. “Fuck her face for me. I wanna see that mascara drip all over those pretty cheeks.” 

Kiri has already begun to push his dick into your mouth while still letting you keep your hand wrapped around the base. He looks down at you, eyes lust-blown but still looking concerned. 

“Is that okay with you, cutie?” He breathlessly asks. Wordlessly, you nod, causing his dick to hit the roof your mouth. 

He moans at the feeling and slowly begins to jut his hips in and out of your mouth, never moving past your tongue. “Just tap my thigh twice if you wanna breathe, three times if you wanna stop.” 

Once again, you nod and open your throat as if you’re about to yawn, allowing Kiri to slowly slide his dick into your throat. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag a bit and recoil enough to breathe before slowly taking him in again, inch by inch. Kiri’s eyes squeeze shut as he slowly begins to bump his hips against your mouth, his pelvis hitting your nose. “Oh, my God!” He groans. “She’s taking me so…fucking...good!” The most delicious moans and whines leave his lips as he grips the back of your head, his hand curling in your hair. 

All you can feel, smell, and taste his him. His cock stretches your mouth and throat, making you gag against his dickhead. The vibrations and sloppy sounds only make him thrust a little harder, causing saliva to begin to drip from your lips and your eyes to tear. Your jaw begins to ache and the burning in your throat becomes less easy to ignore, but you push through it because at the same time, you fucking love it. 

“Hey.” Bakugou’s large, calloused hand tugs on your ear. Your eyes flick up at his hooded, lust-blown, crimson ones. “Don’t slack, slut,” he growls. “You’ve got one hand free.” Immediately, like you’re being controlled by him, your other hand is wrapping around his hard cock and pumping him in time with Kiri’s thrusts down your throat. 

The only sounds among the peaceful chirping birds and the bubbling of the brook in the distance are Bakugou and Kiri’s porn-worthy guttural grunts and breathless moans, neither one of them quiet or discreet. You love that you’re making them feel like this–so brazen, free, and drunk in their pleasure. You feel yourself growing drunk off of them, too, dizzy with their scents and the feeling of them all over you. 

Bakugou stares down at you as he continues to pump his hips in and out of your hand, Kiri’s moans and orgasmic whines in the background. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he cackles. Being used, just like you want. Let’s see just how much you’re lovin’ this shit.” 

He licks his hand and suddenly leans down to hook his arm between your thighs. You whine around Kiri’s cock as his index and middle finger slowly plunge into your wet pussy, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. When he retracts his fingers, they are soaking wet from your cunt, dripping in your honey. A hooded gaze crosses his face as he sucks your honey off of his fingers, his eyes set dead on you. 

Kiri watches in awe, looking positively drunk. “Oooh, you naughty little bunny,” he coos, tugging at one of your ears. “Come here, ‘Suki. Lemme get a taste.” He grabs Bakugou by the neck with a toothy smile and plants one on him. 

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriends share a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, complete with sloppy, lip-smacking sounds and soft moans that make your pussy quiver. You know so many women that are lovestruck for the pro heroes would kill to be in your place right now. A delicious shiver travels down your body, stopping at your clit, and you have no choice but to press two fingers to the sensitive little bud and rub it. 

Bakugou eyes you and pulls away from Kiri, smirking. “Oh, you like seeing us kiss, huh? Little pervert.” He tugs at your ear a little harder, causing you to whimper around Kiri’s cock that is still in your mouth. 

“Oh, look at this!” Kiri mockingly laughs, eyeing your two fingers currently rubbing at your little rosebud. “Touching our pussy without permission, hm? Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” He pulls his dick out of your mouth with a soft moan and slaps the outside of your thigh. “On all fours, mama,” he orders you, still wearing that mischievous smirk. 

You’re not sure what they’re planning, but you do as he demands anyway, placing yourself on all fours with your back arched, your ass and cottontail on full display. You are now given the luxury of breathing freely without a dick down your throat, allowing your jaw to rest. 

Bakugou and Kiri suddenly move behind you, their presence palpable. “We’re gonna try something with you and let us know if you don’t like it, okay?” Kiri softly says, his hand stroking your ass. You shiver at the contact and slowly nod. Whatever they want to try, you are down with 100%. You know wholeheartedly that to them, your safety and your pleasure all top priorities to them. You trust them completely. 

“We’re gonna spank you,” Bakugou explains, a hint of anticipation in his tone. “And each time we do, you count, got it?” You feel the same anticipation he does, and you start to tremble. “Yes, sir,” you softly utter. 

That’s all the confirmation they need. Bakugou takes the first hit, giving you an open-palmed smack on the ass. The sound of his hand hitting your asscheek resonates throughout the clearing.“One!” you explain through a gasp, jumping at the sound and the sharp sting on your ass.

“My turn now, gorgeous,” Kiri chuckles, sounding giddy. “Brace yourself.” He rears his hand back which is why his hit must sting worse than Bakugou’s. As his hand recoils off of your asscheek, he groans at the sight. 

“Two, fuck!” you shout, your head hanging between your shoulders to stare down at your hands. Your ass is stinging horribly, causing your tail to twitch and your toes to curl. But your pussy has never been wetter. It’s already too much for you. 

“This is what naughty bunnies get,” Bakugou grunts as he hits you for the third time. He puts his entire arm into it too–your asscheek is practically burning when he’s done. It’s become a competition between the boys, both of them seeing which one can drive you crazier. “Three!” You practically shout, tears springing into your eyes. 

Kiri just laughs at them. “Is that what you wanted, hm?” he teasingly asks. "To be treated like a fuckin’ slut?” He rears his hand back and delivers a fourth blow, and you’ve finally reached your limit. 

“Four!” you sob, delirious with the feeling of wanting to continue and stop. “P-Please! I can’t take much more!” Your pussy is falling off of the bone at this point in anticipation to be filled while your asscheeks sting and hurt from your boyfriends’ punishment. It’s an intoxicating combination: pain and pleasure. Now you know why masochists exist. 

“Aww, but look at how nice your ass looks,” Kiri coos, running a gentle hand over your stinging ass. You hiss at the contact, your fingers clenching the blanket in fistfuls. “And that lil’ cotton tail is twitchin’ like crazy. But I suppose you’ve learned your lesson.” 

The redhead coaxes you out of your position and scoops you up into his arms, minding your ass. He presses kisses all over your face while he hugs you to his broad chest. “You did so well for us, baby,” he coos to you. Bakugou idles up next to you, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Real well,” he whispers raspily into your ear. “You’re such a good girl.” 

You feel yourself melting at their sweet praise, enjoying their snuggles and wondrous aftercare. However, the tingling in your body and pussy has yet to leave; neither as your excitement over what has come next. Because now that you’ve done a good job receiving your punishment, now you can get your reward. Now, you can finally get dicked down the way you crave. An excited smile crosses your lips. 

That is, until Kiri says, “It’s gettin’ late. I think we should get you back to work now.” 

Your smile instantly slips from your face. They can’t possibly think that’s all you need or want, can they? Do they think this all ends right here, with your jaw aching, ass stinging, and your pussy wet? ‘No!’ You protest deliriously in your head. You know damn well that if you don’t get a dick in you now, you won’t be able to focus or be okay for the rest of the day. 

“B-But I didn’t make you cum yet,” you softly stutter in protest. “And we didn’t…” You trail off and flush, hoping they’ll get the gesture. They do and stare down at you in confusion. “Did you want to do that?” Kiri asks, raising his pierced brow. “We don’t have any condoms on us though.”

“Don’t need it,” you immediately reply. “I’m on the pill.” Your hands trail down to your boyfriends’ dicks and wrap around them. “I need both of you inside of me. Need to feel you both cum inside me...fillin’ me up…” 

‘Fucking me stupid. Stretching me out. Cumming inside of me.’ 

Kiri’s mouth falls open into a silent, pleasured O while Bakugou softly grunts as you begin to stroke the both of them tantalizingly slowly. “You don’t know what you’re sayin’, baby,” Bakugou grunts, and it looks like it’s taking everything in him to not jump you right now. 

“Yes, I do,” you say with conviction. “I want this.” You move out of Kiri’s lap and sit in front of them on your knees, peering up at them between your lashes. You know that these next three words will nail the coffin for you. Either they can agree to do it or not and make you feel like a total idiot. 

But either way, you throw caution to the wind and open your mouth to whisper in a soft, breathy voice so unlike your own: “Please fuck me.” 

Bakugou practically tosses Kiri to the side trying to get to you first. “I go first,” he growls, immediately positioning you onto your hands and knees. Kiri glares at him. “Why you?” he huffs. 

Bakugou’s glare is just as deadly “‘Cause I drove here and cooked the fuckin’ food! And if you keep pissin’ me off, you’ll get none of this pussy later.” Kiri just smirks at him, a lewd glint in his eye. “You don’t mean that. You wanna see me drive my dick deep inside this cutie too, you perv.” 

You shiver at Kiri’s nasty words, wanting nothing more than that too. But first, you’ve gotta get through Bakugou. He moves behind you, one hand on your hip, drawing comforting circles over it. “Arch that back, mama,” he gently orders you. You do as he says, arching your ass and tail up for him. “Now breathe in and out slowly.” 

You do that as well, inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils slowly…only for your breath to momentarily be caught in your throat as Bakugou slides his thick, curved dick inside of you finally. “Good girl,” he groans, placing another hand on your hip. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect.” 

Your mouth falls open as he begins to slowly rock his hips, taking his time to slide in deeper. You’ve never felt so full. You can feel all of him stretching you out, touching spots inside of your pussy that make your thighs quiver and your arms shake. “Fuck, Katsuki!” you shout, unable to hold back the pleasure you’re feeling. “You’re s-so…so...big!” 

Bakugou breathlessly chuckles at your words and grips your gips as you begin to slowly nudge your ass back into him. “Nice and slow, baby,” he coos in his rasped, slightly-strained voice. “Easy; don’t push yourself.” 

But you want to push yourself. You want all of him inside of you, so much that his balls hit your clit and his pelvis is flush against your ass. You want to take every inch of him. And after a few minutes of adjusting to his size, you finally do: you push your ass back into him and he allows him, groaning as his dick sinks deeper into your pussy. “Fuck, baby,” Bakugou moans, gripping your hips as he bumps his against your ass, again and again again. 

You’re a fucking mess–mouth open, eyes closed, breathless moans and gasps leaving your lips every time Bakugou thrusts his hips into your cunt. His dick strokes your pussy walls something magical, sending sparks of pleasure shooting into your sensitive clit. The feeling becomes too overwhelming, so you have to rest your arms. You find yourself with your face down and ass up, Bakugou continuing to bump and grind into you. 

Kiri watches you, eyes wide in awe and dick harder than a rock as it stands at attention for you between his thighs, sinewy with muscle and fine, black hair. “You look so good taking his dick, babe. I wish that were me.” Your pussy clenches at his words and the naughty idea it brings to your head. “Want you t-too!” you whimper between Bakugou’s merciless, heavenly thrusts of his cock inside of you. 

Kiri is quick to get in front of you, his dick now in your face. “Open up then.” You come back up onto your arms and open your mouth, submissive and completely willing. He slides his dick into your mouth once more, groaning as he begins to bump his hips against your mouth. “God, your throat is even tighter than before!” he grunts, taking a fistful of your hair to grip onto as he fucks your throat. 

“And this fuckin’ pussy…” Bakugou smacks your ass before taking a handful of it, continuing to fuck you silly. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so wet, and it’s all for me, ain’t it?” he growls to you. You want to answer, but your mouth is too full of Kiri’s cock to say much. But Bakugou doesn’t care. He gives your ass another swift, hard smack that makes you yelp around Kiri’s cock. “Say it!” he demands loudly. 

You release Kiri’s cock from your mouth with a gasp. “It’s all for you, daddy!” you deliriously shout. “Both of you!” Bakugou and Kiri grin at you, happy with your answer. “Yeah, it is,” Bakugou breathlessly replies, his hips moving faster now. “Yeah, it fuckin’ is. Now take this fuckin’ dick.” 

He then proceeds to grip your hips harder and piston into your pussy while Kiri continues to fuck your throat, filling your nostrils with nothing but the scent of him. They even tease your tail and ears, tugging and stroking both bunny parts that have your body trembling and your pussy gushing around Bakugou. With the both of them fucking your holes, it is impossible to focus on anything but them and the way they’re making you feel. There is no way you’ll possibly be able to last long–not with how amazingly they are fucking you into the blanket. 

You’re seeing heaven. Your mind is going completely blank. All you can focus on is the tightening knot in your core that is quickly reaching its end to snapping. Kiri catches onto this, still stroking your ears. “I think she’s gonna cum, K,” he breathlessly announces. “She’s suckin’ me in so deep.” 

Bakugou suddenly stops and slips out of you, leaving you empty. “Then she’s gonna take all of me,” he growls determinedly. “Move out the way.” Before you can process what’s happening, you’re suddenly being flipped onto your back with your legs strap up and tossed over Bakugou’s shoulders. 

“Katsuki–“ All you can get out is his name before his dick is slipping inside of you again as he mounts you, fucking you on the balls of his feet and his hands holding back your thighs. In this position, he is much deeper than before, nudging at your G-spot and spreading you completely open for his eyes only. 

He doesn’t slow down either. He continues that same merciless, relentless pace as he fucks you deep into a mating press, pinning you down beneath his hard body. He has you right where he wants you–vulnerable; submissive; completely at his mercy. And you love every single minute of it. You can’t keep your voice down as he fucks you hard and fast, moans of his name leaving your lips. All you can do is grip your boyfriend’s shoulders as he fucks you closer to your orgasm. 

Bakugou leans down towards you, his nose nearly touching yours. “Is my little slut gonna cum, hm?” he whispers teasingly. “She gonna cum all over this hard dick?” 

Your eyes widen as your orgasm gets closer and closer; too much too fast. You want to tell him to slow down, but you can’t, the feeling too much. “Oh, my God, Katsuki, please!” you scream, unsure of what you’re pleading for. But Bakugou doesn’t let up, continuing to hold you down to make sure you can't get away from this. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he demands, speeding up even more as his own orgasm begins to approach. “Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I swear, fuck!” 

His hips slam fast and hard into you, nailing that spot that makes your toes curl and that knot in your core finally snap. When your second orgasm hits you, it hits you hard. Your muscles seize and your ears stand on end as you cream all over Bakugou’s cock, sparks of pleasure shooting into your veins. Bakugou chases his own orgasm by rutting into your drenched pussy until he finally cums with a strained groan of your name, gripping you for dear life. You gasp as you feel his cum shoot inside of you, warm and intense. You’ve never felt such an indescribable feeling. And you can’t even begin to describe how fucking good it feels. 

Kiri whistles from above you, staring down at the scene in enjoyment. “Now that’s a sight,” he chuckles. “Look at all of that!” When Bakugou slowly pulls out of you with a soft moan, his cum dribbles lewdly out of your pussy and drips down your ass. You’re overflowed with him. “You made a mess of our girl, K!” Kiri cackles. 

Bakugou smirks down at you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “She loved it.” 

And you did. You can’t really articulate how amazing Bakugou fucked you because you’re so exhausted. Even so, your pussy still throbs, wanting more until you’re finally spent. Kiri swoops in on you, taking Bakugou’s place now. “Tired, baby?” he asks, smiling down at you. 

You shake your head, your heat cycle doing the talking. “Good ‘cause it’s my turn now.” You barely have time to recover before Kiri is picking you up effortlessly by your hips and placing you on top of him, your back to him. He places your feet behind his open thighs, also opening your thighs in the process so your pussy is exposed to him, Bakugou, and the surrounding nature. 

“Ready, mama?” he whispers in your ear. You’re speechless, unable to give him a coherent sentence, so you nod. Instantly, he sinks his cock inside of you and grips your hips as he begins to slowly thrust up into you. “Oh, my God!” he cries out, his voice ringing out among the little picnic area. “You’re s-so tight, babe! So wet and warm for me, f-fuck!” 

Bakugou cackles from in front of you, watching as Kiri fucks you as you sit on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. “Don’t tell me you’re cummin’ yet, shitty hair. You haven’t even fucked her out yet.” 

That taunting seems to throw Kiri through a loop. Immediately, he begins to rut his hips up into you as fast as a jackhammer, being extra careful to not hit your cervix or make you feel any kind of discomfort. He is extremely in tune with your body despite this being the first time you’ve been together, listening intently to your sounds and paying close attention to the way your pussy squelches and gushes around him. 

This fact only makes you crazy, completely abandoning all self control. You throw your head back onto Kiri’s shoulder as his dick strokes your pussy again and again. “Fuck, Kiri!” you whimper. “Too much! Too good!” 

Kiri takes your chin into his hand, firmly holding it as he places his lips against your ear. “Too fuckin’ bad, slut,” he growls into your ear. “You wanted this, now you’re gettin’ it. Take this fuckin’ dick. Take all of it! Bounce on my dick like our good little bunny!” 

You have no choice but to do that. Your breasts bounce wildly as Kiri fucks you stupid onto his cock, the sound of your ass hitting his hips every time he pounds up into you driving you insane. You begin to gasp and sob at the pleasure, losing your ever-loving mind. Bakugou rubbing your clit doesn’t make it any better. “Oooh, someone’s sensitive,” he cackles, grinning wolfishly at you. “You cryin’, bunny? Is our little bunny bein’ fucked just too good for her to take?” 

If only he fucking knew. 

Kiri turns your face to the side, once again whispering to you as his cock pistons in and out of you. “You’re ours now, darlin’,” he groans into your ear. “Ours to fuck stupid like this. You wanna be our little slut, don’t you? Maybe I should cum inside you to trap you, hm? Make you our little breeding bunny?” 

‘Whoa, huuuuuh?!!!!!’ 

Before you can even process his words, the familiar tickle signaling something that isn’t a nut. As Bakugou continues to rub your clit, it gets worse and your eyes widen in horror. “W-Wait!” you protest desperately, squirming around on Kiri’s cock. “Wait, Katsuki, I’m gonna pee!” 

Your squirming only makes Kiri fuck you faster, his balls slapping wildly against you. Bakugou smirks darkly at you. “Oh,” he laughs, realizing what’s happening. “I know what’s goin’ on. Come on and show us, slutty girl. Squirt all over Kiri’s dick like a good little bunny.” 

He goes faster and so does Kiri, both of them feeding off of each other and your energy. You have no choice but to sob and whine in protest as the urge to pee gets bigger and bigger.  “No, no, no!” you sob. “Gonna…gonna...” 

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” Kiri whines, still jackhammering up into you. “You’d better hurry up if you don’t want me to breed your pretty ass.” 

When you come undone, a desperate and embarrassed whine leaves your lips as you find yourself squiring all over Kiri’s cock. However, you don’t know that. You don’t even know you can squirt! It’s never happened before, so all you’re thinking is that you just pissed all over your boyfriend’s cock. He doesn’t seem to care though because he’s too busy chasing his own nut, pummeling inside of you with a vengeance. 

When Kiri finally nears his peak, he forces you off of him and places you onto your knees. You’re so exhausted that all you can do is let him, your body as loose and as useless as a rag doll’s. Kiri stands on his knees in front of you, pumping his dick in your face. “Look at me,” he orders. “Tongue out and mouth open. I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours.” 

You do as he says, closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out for him. He lets out a swear and a porno-worthy string of whines and moans as he finally blows his load all over your face. You feel streams of his cum hitting your skin and drip down your chin and cheeks, all the way down to your neck and tits. 

Finally, finally, when Kiri begins to calm himself from his orgasm do you begin to feel better. As Kiri’s cum drips over your skin and Bakugou’s continues to drip out of your aching pussy, you feel the effects of your heat begin to fade. You are now able to feel normal again, but you also feel completely and utterly tired. 

You’re so exhausted that you fall in and out of sleep, only catching snippets of what happens over the next few minutes. Kiri and Bakugou gently lay you down on the plush All Might blanket while Bakugou wipes at your wet face and chest with a few napkins. Kiri lifts a water bottle to your lips, coaxing you to drink. “Catch your breath, mama,” he coos gently. “Here, drink. You need some water in you.” 

You drink the water, humming gratefully for the cool liquid wetting your parched throat. When you finish, Kiri and Bakugou swoop in on either side of you, trapping you protectively between them. Kiri lays your head on his lap while Bakugou curls up behind you, stroking your hip and drawing circles along your ass. 

‘Work,’ you think. ‘I have a job.’ You open your mouth to tell them, but Bakugou presses a finger to your lips. “Shh, don’t say anything,” he hushes you. “You don’t need to talk. Just rest your fine ass.” 

As appealing as that sounds, especially as the exhaustion of being fucked into oblivion begins to take full effect, you still can’t shake the thought that lunch has gone on longer than it should’ve. “But what about work?” you sleepily mumble. 

“Just let us handle it, gorgeous,” Kiri whispers to you, stroking your head. “We’ve got you. We promise.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as Bakugou presses one to your hip. “Just rest now. We got you.” 

Despite the dozens of protests and arguments in your head, you cannot deny your exhausted body a good nap. And so you let yourself drift away on those ocean waves that sleep brings, a content smile playing on your lips as you snuggle between your men. 

[otomiyaa]

Masterpost 2.0

Fics written 'post-retirement' cuz I'm a clown

* = explicit | red = Only AO3

Note: Reblogs of fics and various reuploads from my old blog are not included.

However these can be found in the #otomiya!writes tag.

❥ Update: 31.10.2024

The Apothecary Diaries

Jinshi's Surprise | Switches!Maomao x Jinshi

Boku no Hero Academia

All I Want For Christmas: D&D | Lees!KiriBaku x Ler!Deku

Deadpool

No Spoilers! | Lee!Reader x Lers!Deadpool & Wolverine

Dungeon Meshi

Tickle Fight | Lee!Kabru x Ler!Laios

Ticklish For You | Switches!Marcille x Falin

Free!

Sweet Revenge (collab, reupload) | Lees!Reigisa & Lers!Sourin

Gakuen Babysitters

Second Declaration of Love (collab, reupload) | Switches!Hayaryuu

Genshin Impact:

From 🐺 To 🐶 | Switches!Wrioney

Lyney's Trick | Lee!Gaming & Ler!Lyney

Quality Time | Switches!Wrioney

Terms & Conditions | Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham

TGI Tournament | Various Lees & Lers

Traveler's Training | Lee!Sethos & Ler!Aether

Given

Last Christmas: A Festive Breakfast | Lee!Uenoyama x Ler!Mafuyu

Haikyuu

Better Setter! (Reupload) | Lees!Kenma, Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo

Jingle Bell Rock: Secret Snack | Lee!Tsukki x Ler!Yama

Snowed In (Reupload) | Lee!Akaashi x Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma

Honkai Star Rail

The Foreigner | Lee!Sampo & Lers!JingRen

The Kiss | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Sharing is Caring | Lee!Caelus x Ler!Dan Heng

Small Spoon | Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio

Kaiju No. 8

Kaiju Experiment | Lee!Kafka & Ler!Reno

Love and Deepspace

A Date Worth Remembering (collab) | Switches!Zayne x Reader

Ebb and Flow | Lee!Rafayel x MC

Exclusive Tutorial | Lee!Zayne x MC

Midnight Moment | Lee!Xavier x MC

Nu: Carnival

Wreck The Sun Lord Party | Lee!Dante x Ler!Eiden

Obey Me

Not a Competition | Lee!Reader & Lers!Lucifer, Satan

Super Mario Bros

Luigi Wins (By Doing Absolutely Nothing) | Lee!Luigi x Ler!Bowser

Tasogare Outfocus

On Camera | Switches!Mao x Hisashi

Popsicle* | Lee!Giichi x Ler!Jin

We're Dating | Lee!Shion x Ler!Rei

Twisters (2024)

Surprises | Lee!Kate x Ler!Tyler

Wind Breaker

Nirei's Discovery | Lee!Sakura & Multiple Lers

Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii

Love is Hard for a Broke Otaku | Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka

Yuri On Ice

New Year's Resolutions (collab) | Switches!Victuuri

Remissio (collab, reupload) | Switches!Victuuri

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SUNFLOWERNOODLES’ BLOG

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Welcome to my blog! You may call me Noodles! I write tickle fics for mostly MHA, but I want to write for other fandoms. (Ex. Heartstopper, criminal minds, and others).

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Request Info

Currently writing for:

-My Hero Academia

-Criminal minds

-Heartstopper

-The Dragon Prince

I will not write:

-Anything Illegal: incest, underage ships, etc

-Severe angst

-severe gore or injury

Characters I will not write for (Just MHA)

-Pro heroes outside of Aizawa and Mic

-Mineta

-1B students

-Eri

-Romantic Bakudeku (I will write for pretty much any ship, even rare pares and polly ships)

Fic Requests: open

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Masterlist

BNHA

Sibling Bonding (Todoroki siblings)

Study Night (Todoroki; Sero, Iida, Kirishima, Denki)

Sore Winner (ShinKami)

Hold Still (Todoroki; Mina)

Cuddles (SeroRoki)

Nerves (TodoBakuSero)

Window Seat (TodoBaku)

Attention (TodoBaku)

Birthday Party (Todoroki; Kirishima, Denki)

Rough Day (BakuSero)

Smile (Todoroki; Uraraka, Deku)

Ghost Stories (TodoBakuSero)

Movie Night (TodoDeku)

Be My Valentine? (SeroRoki)

Arms Up (Todoroki siblings)

Sleepy (SeroRoki)

A Little Argument (BakuSero)

Wake Up Call (Shinsou; Aizawa)

Detention Pt. 1 (Bakugou; Shinsou)

Here to Help (KiriBaku)

A Little Cheering Up (Todoroki; Dekusquad)

Afternoon Workout (TodoKami)

It’s Just a Kiss (SeroRoki)

Glasses Thief (SeroIida)

Touch Starved (Todoroki; Iida)

Back Pain (TodoDeku)

Detention Pt. 2 (Shinsou; Bakugou)

Not Funny (KiriBaku)

Fluffy (SeroRoki)

Day At the Library (SeroRoki)

Stranger Things

First Snow (Steddie)

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My Unhinged Kindle Notes pt.2

This time I just gathered them from a variety of fics (sources at the bottom). Mostly BakuDeku and KiriBaku, but there’s some Seroroki too.

If these tickle your pickle lmk and I’ll post the others sooner! I have enough screenshots for like 3 more of those lol

Sticky Fingers - Bellamia // You Have a New Admirer - Esselle // We wear chains on the weekend - surveycorpsjean // Sticky Fingers - Bellamia // Soft spots - SaysiWrites // Nothing Comes As Easy As You - sascake // Soft spots - SaysiWrites // Nothing Comes As Easy As You - sascake // A Truth So Loud You Can’t Ignore - Minjimochi // We wear chains on the weekend - surveycorpsjean

[veryblushyswitch]

Heyo!! Can I request a fic with kiribaku; Lee bakugou? He has my whole heart and kiribaku is my comfort ship. Have a lovely evening!💞

🔥 KiriBaku (tickle fic) 🔥

Summary: ⬇️

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Authors Note: Dude my freakin OTP! Yes of course I will! This was so fun to write and ended up making it longer than I originally thought. Hope you enjoy! 💖

It all started with a friendly shove. Bakugou and Kirishima had been cuddling in Bakugou’s room when Kirishima playfully shoved at Bakugou’s shoulder.

This lead to a shove back, another shove, then a full out wrestling match.

Rolling around on the floor and jumps off the bed only to land in a hug like hold. Leg locks, full nelsons, and pushing hands away from ticklish spots.

A few tickles were given here and there, and the other knew that if they got pinned it was game over.

Bakugou’s game over came when the two interlocked hands on the bed. They were both on their knees trying to shove the other to the side.

“Just give up, I’m a boulder that cannot be pushed around!” Kirishima said trying to twist to the side but failed.

“Then explain to me how I got you laughing your ass off last night Mr. Unbreakable?” Bakugou smirked.

“Oh that’s it!” Kirishima blushed shoving Bakugou backwards.

Bakugou fell back but was saved from hitting the floor when Kirishima grabbed his legs and sat on his thighs. His shirt had ridden up to reveal a line of skin in the process.

He was surprised at the sudden action, but started to struggle when he realized his predicament. He sat up and grabbed Kirishima’s shoulders.

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry Bakugou, but I have to get you back from last night.”

“You wouldn’t-“ Bakugou started to lose his strength.

Kirishima noticed this and poked his side. Causing Bakugou to fall back into his vulnerable position.

“Oh I would~” He started to wiggle his fingers towards Bakugou’s sides.

“Kiri- Kihiri! Nonononohohohoho!

Bakugou giggled as he desperately pushed at Kirishima’s shoulders. Only his finger tips reached to lightly shove at his boyfriend before he fell back.

Kirishima scribbled all over his lower stomach. That spot always guaranteed the sweetest laughter. Just over the edge of giggles that made Kirishima’s heart swell.

Bakugou tried to sit up but only lasted a few seconds when Kirishima continued to attack that spot with vigor.

“NAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou covered his face, his legs lightly kicking at the air.

“How are you so cute right now?” Kirishima giggled, moving down to pinch at his hips.

“GAHAHAHA! *snort* DAHAHAHAMNIHIHIHIT!”

Kirishima paused and grabbed Bakugou’s wrists. He took them away from his face before pulling him upwards so their noses were an inch apart.

“Don’t ever hide that beautiful face or laugh of yours Katsuki. Especially those adorable snorts” Kirishima pecked his lips.

Bakugou was in pure flustered shock. He froze as his blush spread across his entire face.

“S-Shuhut up!” Bakugou giggled turning his fave away trying to hide his smile.

“Hehe. Never.” Kirishima smirked setting him back down then going back to pinching his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHASE! SOHOMWHERE EHEHEHELSE!” Bakugou slapped at the edge of the bed.

“If you wish my dynamite.” Kirishima winked at him. Bakugou whined.

“But where should I go? There’s so many ticklish places.” He hovered his fingers inches above Bakugou’s body.

Even reaching back quickly without touching anything to watch Bakugou sit up quickly and fall back with a squeal.

“Stohop that ahasshole!” He bucked his hips a bit.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go to my favorite little spot.” Kirishima leaned down to Bakugou’s lower stomach. His hands gently holding onto Bakugou’s sides.

“Nahat there again! Nohoho! Bahahabe plehehease!” Bakugou tried to push himself further off the bed which only left his stomach more exposed.

Kirishima moved him up a bit so he wouldn’t fall off and hardened his legs so he couldn’t move.

“But I love this spot! You know what I love to do to this spot?” Kirishima’s breath spread goosebumps along Bakugou’s torso.

“Bahahabe noho kihihisses!”

“Awww but why? Do they tickle~” Kirishima kisses his side once.

“YEHES! Thehey do a lohohot!” Bakugou could no longer control his giggles. And when he got like that he couldn’t lie to Kirishima.

“I think you want me to kiss your tummy. Isn’t that right Kats?”

Bakugou whined again and nodded his head.

“Yehes okahahay?!” He once again covered his face, unable to even look towards his boyfriend.

“What did I say about hiding your face?!” Kirishima inhaled and blew a giant raspberry on his exposed side.

“WAIT- WAHAHAHAHT! FUHUHUHUHUCK! KIRIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Are you gonna cover your face again? It’s not very manly if you do.” He inhaled again, but before he could deliver another raspberry, Bakugou responded.

“NO! Noho I wohon’t IhI promise! Just give mehe kisses. Plehease…”

“Of course baby.”

“Hhhhh Mnot a bahahahaby! Hehehahahahahahahaha!” He was cut off my Kirishima covering his whole tummy with kisses.

His lower stomach getting extra attention seeing as Bakugou’s laughter got higher when he targeted there.

“Yes you are. You’re my ticklish, adorable baby who loves getting tickle tickle tickled~” Kirishima moved his hands up to his worst spot, digging in and kneading little circles.

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou kicked his legs and bucked his hips. His arms desperately pinned against his sides which only further trapped Kirishima’s fingers on his death spot.

Kirishima attacked that spot for a minute or so more before stopping. Bakugou took in deep breaths, small giggles still flowing from his lips.

“Yohour’e mehehehehean. Meheheheanie Kihirihihihi!” Bakugou pointed and started laughing again.

“Oho my gosh are you okahay?” Kirishima laughed with him.

“I dohon’t knohohow. *snort* I cahahahan’t stahahahahap!”

Kirishima laughed so hard that he ended up falling to the side of the bed. This caused Bakugou to fall off the bed onto the floor. They both burst into loud laughter.

Bakugou was banging his one fist on the floor while the other held his stomach. Kirishima was laughing into a pillow while his legs kicked up and down on the bed.

Their laughs died down to giggles as they both sat up. Kirishima helped Bakugou to his feet and the two cuddled on the bed once again.

Kirishima gave Bakugou some drinks from his water bottle as Bakugou snuggled up against his side.

“Awww~ You’re all tickled out and snuggly now huh?” Kirishima ran his hand through Bakugou’s hair.

Bakugou melted into the touch and nodded his head. He couldn’t help it when anyone, let alone Kirishima, play with his hair.

“Good. Now rest up. You can stay in my room tonight. It’s a Friday anyway so no worrying about getting up early.”

“Thanks, Kiri. I love you. Even if you are a meanie.”

“Love you too.” Kirishima chuckled and continued to play with his hair.

The blonde eventually fell asleep after a few minutes. Kirishima laid him down on the bed along side him then covered them both in a warm blanket.

“Night, Katsuki.” Kirishima kissed his forehead, watching Bakugou smile in his sleep.

He fell asleep not a minute later. A smile spread across his face as well.

[thebest-medicine]

hiii! how about 59 for bakugous revenge on kiri >:3

Prompt 59 - "Why so nervous?"

Explosively Ticklish [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

A/N: Part 6 of my little Bakugo's revenge series!!!! Bakugo is almost through with his first round of vengeance!!! [continued]

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“B-Bakugo! Heyyy.” Kirishima’s voice cracked as he opened his door. “Um. What’s up?” He tried for a smile, sweat beading on his forehead as his heart thumped loudly in his chest.

“Tch.” Bakugo gave him a half-nod but no further answer before he made his way forward, pressing into the room.

“Oh!” Kirishima stepped back, cheeks flushing as Bakugo fully entered the room. “Uh—”

“Why so nervous?” Bakugo stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders a bit as he smirked. “You had to know this was coming.”

Kirishima swallowed dryly, nodding. He looked anxiously about the room for any chance to escape, buy himself even a few more minutes, maybe even get away, at least for the time being. 

His hopes were dashed moments later, as his best friend slammed the door shut and blasted his way across the room with a growl. It ended in Bakugo tackling him face down to the floor. 

“No wait! Wait! Don’t- DOHON’T! HA–” Kirishima’s protests cut off in a shrieking laugh as Bakugo dug in ruthlessly, having wriggled his fingers under his arms.

“You cahaHHAHAN’T!” He cried, kicking wildly as Bakugo straddled him and kept him further in place.

“Pfft! I ‘can’t’?” Bakugo snorted, laughing. “I can do whatever I want.” 

“NahahaHAHA– WAHAHAIT WAITWAITWAH– hahahahAHAHA!” Kirishima cackled, kicking wildly into the air as Bakugo scratched ruthlessly at his armpits and the top bones of his ribs. “PLEASE I’M SORRYEHEHEHEHE!” 

“It’s too late for sorry.”

There was no waiting. There was no stopping. He did have it coming, it was true. Eijiro knew this, somewhere in the pit of his stomach. Still, he couldn’t help but beg. 

Bakugo pinched and wiggled his way down Kirishima’s ribs, down his sides, still onward to his hips. “Not even gonna try to fight it with your quirk, hmm?” 

“Yohohohou’ll just get me even wohohohorse!” Kirishima whined from experience.

“Guess you aren’t the thickest-skulled moron in our class.” Bakugo looked pleasantly surprised that Eijiro had taken his frequent ‘lessons’ to heart. “Took you enough times to learn it, though! Now… Enough talk.”

“NohohohOHOHOOOO! AHAHA–” Kirishima cried out as Katsuki began to tickle him with a more dedicated focus. He practically howled with how loud he was laughing, only to be teased further by his friend about his reactions. It was a dangerous feedback loop that only made him laugh harder. 

Bakugo took his time, kneeling over his friend’s palms to keep his arms pinned and using the entirety of his attention to try and work over the absolute worst possible spots to get Kirishima shrieking. He zeroed in on each spot with ease, tickling all the way down from his wrists to his armpits and on down to his hips.

Kirishima could feel the carpet wet beneath his face, and when he could open his eyes, everything was blurry. Bakugo tickled all along the back of his ribs and in toward his spine, bringing his hands up underneath the back of Eijiro’s shirt. That just made him squeal more, trying to arch backwards or squirm to the side or roll over or something, anything.

“I’m looking forward to the next 4 times.”

“Four? No way! Dude! Please?!” Kirishima pleaded with him, eyes puffy and wide. He took Bakugo’s hands in his.

Katsuki’s face softened just a hair, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it change, before it went back to a cocky and arrogant smirk. He tugged his hands out of Eijiro’s with a roll of his eyes. “Five of you and one of me? Five times the revenge.” He stood, reaching out a hand without making eye contact to help his friend to his feet.

“C’mon, isn’t there something I can do for you to bring that number down? Need any chores done, extra training–”

“Do I look like I need extra training?!” Bakugo barked, interrupting him.

“No! No! I just mean- um, wait!” Kirishima’s eyes brightened. “Everyone knows you’re out for revenge now, right?” He was still a bit out of breath as he explained. “Yeah. They’re shaking in their boots.” Katsuki chuckled proudly.

“Well… What if I help you get them back? Like, get them alone and help you hold them down and stuff, it’ll probably be harder to get them alone now that everyone knows what’s coming..”

Katsuki pursed his lips, thinking it over. “I think we can work something out.”

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Strawberry Milk (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Lee!Bakugou Ler!Kirishima (Kiribaku)

A/N : this took forever to make and it's the longest fic i've posted on this account so far, but i just had a lot of fun making it!! i hope you guys enjoy it, especially the lovely krbk anon who inspired this. they actually sent a few prompts that have inspired other krbk tickle fic ideas that i'll more than likely write for soon as well, but for now i hope you enjoy this!! much love <33

Summary : Kirishima stays for a sleepover at Bakugou’s childhood home, and after accidentally pissing off the explosive teen, seeks out some professional help from someone who may know the boy best: his father. From this, Kirishima learns a quick way from the boys childhood to get him forgiveness in no time.

Word Count : 5113 (jfc lmao)

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“Are you seriously mad at me over this?” Kirishima asked with a confused, breathy chuckle. He watched as his best friend pouted with arms crossed over his chest like a child, glaring daggers into the redhead from his spot on the bed.

“Yes. And I do not plan on changing that. So don’t fucking try me, Spiky Hair” Bakugou turned his body fully away from Kirishima now, who was lounged rather comfortably on Bakugou’s orange beanbag seated on the ground. Kirishima rolled his eyes at Bakugou’s childishness, though still couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

After months of practically having to beg the explosive teen for a sleepover at his childhood home, the blonde finally relented and allowed Kirishima to be a guest in his home for the weekend. Bakugou’s parents were actually pretty happy to have Bakugou back at the house, even if for such a short period of time, and were even more thrilled when they realized someone actually wanted to come with him. Bakugou was never really one for making (and keeping) close friends growing up, so this was something they were definitely excited over the prospects of.

He and Bakugou had been playing video games for the past couple of hours now, their most recent game that Bakugou was now practically fuming over being...Minecraft. Bakugou had gotten pretty attached to a wolf he unsurprisingly named “Prince Homicide,” but after bringing it to a cave while mining with Kirishima, the red-head had accidentally pushed it into a vat of lava, killing it almost instantly.

So that’s where the pair were now. Bakugou seething from his spot criss-crossed on the bed, now turned away from Kirishima with his arms crossed like a child towards the wall. Kirishima sighed, pushing himself off the beanbag and walking towards Bakugou’s door.

“Look, I’m gonna go get something to drink. You want anything?” Kirishima raised his eyebrows in hopes of a response.

“Die,” was all he got.

Kirishima bit back another chuckle, opening the door before turning his head back around to look at Bakugou, who was now fiddling with his sheets and grumbling to himself angrily. “Alright, well, I’ll be back in just a minute. Hopefully you’ll have calmed yourself down enough by then.”

“I AM CALM YOU RED-HAIRED LOSER!” Bakugou yelled at the door as Kirishima quickly walked out and shut the door to avoid the small blasts he could hear shooting from the boy’s palms. Kirishima just shook his head with a grin, making his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

When he arrived, he saw Bakugou’s father cooking dinner on the stove. It made Kirishima smile, reminding him of his own home a little, though he hadn’t been back home in a while. He did miss his moms quite a lot since moving to the dorms, and he’ll definitely have to invite Bakugou over to meet them sometime soon.

He could smell the amazing spices his father had been adding to whatever meat and noodles he had in the pot, the scent almost burning Kirishima’s nose from how spicy he could tell it was. ‘Obviously loving spiciness must run in the family,’ Kirishima thought as he opened up the fridge, alerting the father’s attention.

“Oh, Kirishima! Are you looking for anything specific?” the man asked, looking up from his steaming pot for a moment to smile at his son’s best friend. Kirishima shot a cheerful smile right back at him.

“Oh, just some water would be fine!” he nodded, grabbing a water bottle from one of the fridge drawers, before remembering the seething boy upstairs waiting for his return. He grinned. “Actually, what does Bakugou normally drink here? At the dorms he usually has protein shakes but you probably don’t have those just lying around,” Kirishima chuckled, sitting his water bottle down on the kitchen island to look at his friend’s father.

“Well, the boy doesn’t usually like to admit it but he’s quite keen on strawberry milk,” he smiled with a nod as he went back to stirring his pot, glancing over towards Kirishima with a grin.

“Shoot, really? Didn’t peg him for the strawberry milk type of guy,” Kirishima giggled, looking back in the fridge and noticing the few bottles of strawberry milk they had lying on the shelf, probably bought when they found out Bakugou was coming home for the weekend. “He’s kinda mad at me right now so I figured I’d make a peace offering.”

“Not a bad idea, kid. I’ve had to do my fair share of those over the years. Katsuki’s always been the rather...angry type,” Masaru’s eyebrows furrowed downward towards his pot, shaking his head as if thinking of all the times the boy must’ve lost his temper at his old man.

“What did you used to do when he was little? Y’know, whenever he got all...aah!” Kirishima accentuated his little growl imitating Bakugou by shaking his hands angrily in front of him, just like how Bakugou usually does when he’s about to blow someone to kingdom come. This made Masaru laugh, shaking his head and adding a few more spices to the pot.

“Well...as of now, I usually just let his mother handle everything. But when he was little, Mitsuki and I would usually just tickle the little guy ‘til he giggled all that anger out,” Masaru smiled at the fond memories, glancing over towards Kirishima who held a wide-eyed, shocked but excited expression on his face. Masaru chuckled, pointing his spoon towards the teen. “But you did not hear this from me, understand?”

“Oh, totally, I got your back 100% Mr. Bakugou,” Kirishima saluted the man with a grin, making him laugh once more with a fond shake of the head. Kirishima lowered his hand, finally grabbing the strawberry milk from the fridge and sitting it on the counter with his water, promptly shutting the fridge door. “So...that didn’t make him angry or anything? He wouldn’t, like, explode you and Mrs. Bakugou to ashes or something?”

“Well I’m still here to tell the story, aren’t I?” Masaru gestured to his body with his spoon, Kirishima nodding with a chuckle. “Nah, he used to love it when we did that! Sometimes I think he’d pretend to be angry on purpose just so we’d play ‘Claw’ with him.”

“Claw? What’s Claw?” Kirishima asked, now leaning on the counter with his head propped up on his hand, listening intently as if this was the single most interesting thing he’d ever heard (because in all honesty? It very well might’ve been).

“Oh boy, Claw was his favorite. I would always hold his hands down so he couldn’t get away, while his mother would make a claw hand and tickle it into his stomach and ribs. It always had little Katsuki in stitches,” Masaru was very obviously enjoying remembering these fond memories of his son, seeming like he had almost completely forgotten about these fun little moments until Kirishima had brought them all back to light. “We always did it when he was being bratty, but not bratty enough to deserve a time-out. Sometimes, though, he wouldn’t even have to do anything bad, he’d just come out and ask for Claw when he felt playful. It was always so cute,” Masaru grinned widely, looking over towards Kirishima and promptly pointing his spoon back at the boy. “And, again you didn’t hear any of this from me, but…”

He paused, almost debating whether or not this was a good idea. He was finally swayed on his decision, however, when he saw the bright look of excitement in Kirishima’s eyes at the prospect of an actually happy Bakugou. He couldn’t help but cave.

“...but if you wanna really get him laughing, his worst spots are the spot riiiiight under his armpits, and the sides of his thighs. You get him there and he’ll be forgiving you in no time.”

Kirishima nodded with a large, toothy grin, swiping the drinks off the counter and practically bouncing in his spot as he backed his way out of the kitchen. “Thank you so much, Mr. Bakugou. It was truly an honor to know you, but I’ve got a death sentence waiting for me upstairs.”

“You get him, kiddo!” Masaru shouted towards the teen as he scurried his way out of the kitchen and towards the stairs giddily.

Kirishima was practically cheesing when he made his way towards Bakugou’s childhood bedroom, and had to mentally and physically calm himself down before entering so as not to alert Bakugou of his devious scheme.

He pushed the door open, finding Bakugou to now be leaning with his back against the wall, arm propped up on his knee as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He scowled upon hearing Kirishima’s entrance, not even bothering to look up towards the boy as he grumbled, “Damn, I was hoping you were gonna stay down there all night.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, tossing the milk onto the bed beside the blonde and hopping onto it himself. Bakugou’s eyes widened at the sudden movement beside him, eyes darting down to the drink on his bed before scowling back up at Kirishima. “How the fuck did you know I like this shit, I never drink it at school.”

Kirishima grinned, opening up his own water bottle. “Oh, just a little birdy,” he giggled, taking a sip of his water and watching as Bakugou begrudgingly took his own drink and started opening it as well.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you, moron. These are just...really good,” Bakugou wasn’t looking at Kirishima, obviously still angry as he went back to staring at his phone instead of paying the redhead any mind.

“C’mon, man, I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t on purpose!” Kirishima practically pleaded next to him, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder which was immediately shrugged off rather aggressively. “Look, I’m sorry. Would it make you feel better if I helped you find a new wolf?”

“Are you kidding me?! I’m not playing this shitty game with you anymore, you fucking suck at it!” Bakugou had a scowl on his face that looked like what he was saying was the single most obvious thing in the whole world. Kirishima just sighed, closing up his water and throwing it down on the bed.

“I’d hate to make you, Bakugou, but you may just force my hand,” Kirishima shook his head slowly as if in disappointment, only making Bakugou’s brows cross in confusion.

“The fuck do you mean ‘make me,’ you idiot?! You can’t force me to do shit, and I’m not fucking playing this game with you,” Bakugou pushed, and to anyone else it definitely wouldn’t sounded like he meant it. But Kirishima knew Bakugou far, far too well. He could hear the competition in his voice, see the spark of want in his eyes that just said ‘please fight me on this.’ He wanted a challenge. Kirishima could see that. And boy was he gonna give it to him.

“Oh, but can’t I?” Kirishima’s voice sounded almost taunting, and once he saw that Bakugou was looking at him with competitiveness painted all over his face, he brought both of his hands up to wiggle fingers menacingly towards the boy.

Bakugou instantly knew what he meant. And if the fact he immediately closed his drink and sat it on his nightstand was no indication that he wanted this to continue, the way he backed up on his bed cautiously with wide eyes instead of immediately fighting Kirishima back most definitely was.

He was excited.

“Kirishima, don’t you fucking dare,” Bakugou pressed through a lie, his eyes never once looking away from those still wiggling fingers taunting him in the air, as if too embarrassed to look Kirishima in the eyes and completely give it away that he wanted this, he wanted the fight. He didn’t have to look for Kirishima to know, though. The redhead was still able to see Bakugou’s face even if Bakugou wouldn’t look at him, and he could see the giddiness behind his wall of caution, which only pushed him to continue.

“Then let’s play the game, Bakugou,” Kirishima grinned as Bakugou gave him no response, only backing further away until finally Kirishima pounced, tackling and fighting Bakugou to the bed. This was the least Bakugou had ever put up a fight with him. Kirishima knew how Bakugou fought, he knew just how skilled and precise his moves always were, and he was giving Kirishima practically none of that. Though he did technically fight his way down, he was still inevitably completely tackled and pinned by the redhead, which almost never happened in their regular spars and play fights.

Kirishima forced Bakugou’s arms up above his head, the hardening hero-in-training using his quirk to keep the boy’s hands pinned there for good. His body hovered over Bakugou’s, a rather compromising position if they were to be walked into, but neither boy cared about that in the moment. They were too focused on the excitement and unadulterated giddiness bubbling in the pit of their bellies, and as Kirishima gazed down at Bakugou with a look of mischief in his eyes, Bakugou knew he knew. Kirishima knew Bakugou wanted this, and now the blonde was aware of that. Bakugou couldn’t quite tell if that made this better or worse.

“Fine then. We can play a different game. How about…” Kirishima paused, mocking as if in hard thought as Bakugou’s lips twitched, his eyes wide in a skittish anticipation. Kirishima finally let out a small pretend gasp, looking down at Bakugou before raising up his free hand in a claw shape. “...Claw.”

Bakugou’s eyes could not have been any wider. His cheeks were stained pink, and he squirmed under Kirishima’s pin, “No, nonono don’t you dare fucking touch me you red piece of shit, I swear to god I’ll fucking-HNG!” Bakugou choked on his words, eyes slamming shut as he felt five meticulous fingers skittered over his now bare tummy, as Kirishima must have pushed up his shirt while Bakugou was too busy threatening. Those nails were fucking torturous against his skin, his nerves lighting up and sparking with a specific feeling he hadn’t felt in what had to be years now. It was so bad, so so bad, but...god, he didn’t realize just how much he had missed this feeling until now.

“Uh oh,” Kirishima’s voice held a teasing tone that made Bakugou shake his head, still trying desperately to hold back any and all giggles that threatened to crawl from his gut. Kirishima chuckled darkly. “Looks like someone’s a little ticklish, huh?”

Bakugou only continued to shake his head from side to side, tugging at his pinned arms with no real fervor behind it. Kirishima couldn’t help the smile on his face seeing the boy like this, so flustered and obviously having a good time at something so cute. He could tell Bakugou was desperately trying to contain his giggles, which was definitely his average pride slipping through, but there was no way Kirishima was just going to let that slide.

With a smirk evil enough to send shivers down the blonde’s spine, Kirishima finally dug in, vibrating all five of his fingers into the boy’s taut abdomen. Bakugou howled, arching his back and kicking wildly behind Kirishima as loud giggles and squeals escaped his ever-excited being.

“NAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHA!” Bakugou screamed, those fingers never relenting in their claw-shaped torment on his belly. “SHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!”

“Damn, Bakugou, you’re really ticklish,” Kirishima chuckled, massaging his fingers into the boy’s muscles, causing his to spasm like he’d been shocked, screaming and kicking and cursing all the while.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU AHAHAHA!” Bakugou guffawed, twisting and turning his body every which way as if he was trying to escape the mirthful torment Kirishima was putting him through. Suddenly, all at once, the tickling stopped, and Bakugou let in a gasp of air he didn’t even realize he needed. He opened his eyes and glared at Kirishima hovering above him, the redhead daunting a sinister grin that made Bakugou’s tummy do summersaults.

“What did you just say to me?” Kirishima questioned menacingly, bringing his free hand up to now hold Bakugou’s wrists in both hands, quickly bringing them both down under his knees with no fight from the blonde, who seemed to be frozen in...fear? Excitement? Either way, his eyes were blown wide, his chest heaving slightly from the attack and small titters still threatening to escape. But Bakugou was never one to back away from a challenge, no matter his condition. He couldn’t help the small twitch at the corners of his lips as he looked up to Kirishima in competition.

“I said: Fuck. You,” Bakugou spat out, and Kirishima could feel his body tense under him after he spoke the fierce words, almost like he was bracing himself for the inevitable. Kirishima shook his head with a grin, raising both his hands up in the air to once again wiggle tauntingly towards his victim.

“Oh, you are so gonna regret that,” Kirishima chuckled, lowering his hands down slowly towards the boy’s quivering belly. His stomach sucked in as if trying to evade the wiggly fingers, Bakugou’s eyes large and never looking away from those claws hovering over his sensitive torso.

Finally, his fingers touched down, skittering over the boy’s lower tummy and making his breath hitch, pursing his lips tightly and slamming his eyes shut at the teasing sensations. Kirishima’s fingers wandered and scribbled all over the boy’s torso, and for a few seconds Bakugou was able to keep his reactions at bay. That is, until Kirishima skittered on a spot right at the base of Bakugou’s ribs, causing the boy to jolt with a small yelp. Kirishima couldn’t contain his chuckle at the reaction.

“Ohoho, there it is,” Kirishima drawled, pinching at the spot that made Bakugou squirm. Bakugou growled, almost like he was trying to keep any cute little giggles to himself, but those incessant pinches just wouldn’t let up, and in seconds time he was a giggling mess under Kirishima’s touch.

“Nohoho! Fuhuhuck shihihit!- AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!” Bakugou practically screamed when he felt Kirishima vibrate his index and middle finger into that spot at his lower ribs right where it meets his back. He arched his spine up, kicking fruitlessly behind Kirishima’s body and cackling like a child all the while. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD! YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKING SHIHIHIT!”

“Well that’s really no way to talk to your best friend, now is it?” Kirishima tsked, clawing at Bakugou’s ribs and eliciting more screeches and cackles from the sensitive teen. “You’re so much more ticklish than I thought you’d be, I am loving this.”

“STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAHAT!” Bakugou shook his head back and forth, clenching his fists hard under Kirishima’s knees as if trying to keep himself from exploding the both of them both to ashes.

“What? That you’re ticklish?” Kirishima tilted his head with a smirk, pinching up and down the boy’s ribs rapidly, making his laughs soar up in pitch. “Cause, I mean, you are. You’re like, super duper ticklish! But it’s fine cause it’s totally cute,” Kirishima said the last bit without really meaning to, blushing slightly at his blunt statement, but deciding against ending the ticklish torment over it.

“NAHAHAHA! I’M NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE!” Bakugou denied through his cackles, continuing to shake his head in playful anguish. “FUHUHUCK OHOHOHFF!”

“Hmm...I don’t think I will. In fact, there’s a few more tickle spots I wanna try out, so you’re just gonna have to keep a-giggling for me, Bakubro,” Kirishima chuckled, taking his hands off the boy for a moment to give him a breather. Small breathy giggles and titters continued to spill from Bakugou’s lips during his rest, his head leaning back against the pillow in almost exhaustion. Kirishima leaned forward, placing both of his hands beside the boy’s head, leaving his face to hover over the boy’s own blushed one. Bakugou’s eyes widened a bit at the invasion of personal space, but never made an effort to push him off. Kirishima tilted his head like a curious puppy, “You’re okay, right? You don’t like, totally hate this? Cause I can stop if you really want me to.”

Bakugou’s cheeks were splattered pink, his eyes averting their gaze from the boy on top of him. He squirmed a tad under Kirishima’s straddle, shoulders hunching up slightly in embarrassment. “I mean...it’s not...the worst thing in the world…” Bakugou grumbled into his shoulder, eyes still refusing to meet the red-head’s own.

Kirishima grinned down at Bakugou, using one hand to gently cup Bakugou’s chin and turn his head to face his own. “I knew you didn’t hate it. I just wanted you to say it out loud,” he giggled at the blonde’s flustered and shocked expression, before quickly shooting his hands down to squeeze at Bakugou’s ribs with extreme ticklish precision. Bakugou shouted a cackle at the sudden change, his head shaking from side to side and eyes scrunching closed once more.

“OHOHO YOHOHU MOTHERFUHUHUCKER!” Bakugou guffawed, clawing at the sheets under Kirishima’s knees. Kirishima just giggled, working both of his middle fingers in between the tight spot where Bakugou’s arms were clamped against his ribs, digging into the spot just below his underarms that Masaru had told him about.

Bakugou shrieked, kicking harder than before as wave after wave of loud, unfiltered squeals and cackles left his chest.

“SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUCK OH MY GAHAHAD! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT SPOHOHOT YOU FUHUHUCK!” He screamed through his laughter, opening an eye to glare at Kirishima through his mirthful tears. Kirishima sported the biggest, shark-toothed grin he could probably muster, and it sent fluttering butterflies throughout the inside of Bakugou’s entire torso.

“Aww, is this spot bad, buddy? This spot tickle?~” Kirishima cooed, his fingers never relenting as they wiggled and dug into that one torutrous little spot that had Bakugou howling.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHU! YEHEHES! IT T-AHAHA! IT FUHUHUCKING TI-HEHEHE!” Bakugou couldn’t even get the flustering word out through all of his cackles and squeals, which amused Kirishima to no end.

“God how are you so adorable like this,” Kirishima sighed, finally bringing his fingers back down to teasingly scribble and wiggle all over Bakugou’s bare tummy. Bakugou dissolved into a puddle of high-pitched, breathy giggles, that had Kirishima fawning over him in seconds. “You’re so giggly, and I didn’t even know you could giggle before this!”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Bakugou practically whined through his giggles, his cheeks so pink and warm Kirishima could just melt in the cuteness of his flustered face.

“Oooh, I wonder if your belly button is ticklish too,” Kirishima eyed the little navel that bounced through Bakugou’s laughter, one of his fingers travelling over to circle around the button teasingly.

“NO! Nohoho, dohohon’t! Plehehease!” Bakugou pleaded, though Kirishima knew it was all just a front.

“Wow, I’ve got THE Katsuki Bakugou begging right now? Who knew I’d ever see the day!” Kirishima chuckled, worming a teasing nail into the navel and causing Bakugou to shriek and jerk underneath him. “Aww, it’s like a little giggle button!”

“Dohohon’t sahahay that stuhupid shihit!” Bakugou tittered, goosebumps forming all over his tummy from the feather-light way Kirishima scribbled over the skin.

“Alright, oneeee more place I wanna try, then we get back to Minecraft. Deal?” Kirishima moved his fingers to scribble slowly up and down the boy’s sides to let him respond, delighted at the way the movement made him squirm.

“Fihihine, whatehehever,” Bakugou braced himself for the final attack, gasping when he felt Kirishima’s hands leave his sides and rest on the top of his thighs. “Shit, shihit, shit, wahahait-!”

“Oh, this is a good spot, isn’t it?~” Kirishima teased, squeezing the muscle once to see Bakugou jerk and shriek under him. “Yup. Looks like a good one to me.”

“Ohoho plehehease, I cahahan’t, it’s so bahahad-” Bakugou whined, squirming and giggling despite Kirishima’s tickling on his thighs to even start yet.

“You’re a super ticklish guy, Bakugou, but you’re also super tough and manly. I know you can take it!” Kirishima hyped him up with a smile, just making Bakugou groan and roll his eyes with a snicker. “C’mon! Tell me you can take it!”

Bakugou huffed, gazing over at Kirishima’s face that plastered that stupid goofy grin of his. God why does he have to be so cute, Bakugou thought as he sighed with another eye roll.

“Fine, whatever, I can take it, just...fuckin get it over with already, you’re killing me heRE-HRGN! FFFAHAHAHAHA OH SHIHIHIT!” Bakugou keened, cackling and thrashing himself from side to side as both of Kirishima’s hands massaged into his upper thighs. The sensation was torturous, beyond torturous, his nerves were on fire and his muscles were pulsing under those terrible wiggling fingers, but if he could choose it, he’d feel like this forever if it were by the hands of that stupid fucking redhead.

“Damn, this must tickle bad , huh? You’re losing your mind!” Kirishima giggled, squeezing at those sensitive muscles like his life depended on it.

“FUHUHUCK! YEHEHES IT’S SO BAHAHAD! KIRIHIMAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Bakugou pleaded and begged, tiny droplets of mirth finally pooling at the corners of his eyes despite his best wishes. Kirishima could tell the blonde was finally reaching his limits, and slowed his fingers down until he was just resting his hands on top of the boy’s thighs comfortingly, rubbing up and down the sides to soothe the still giggling boy.

Kirishima smiled down at Bakugou who was still coming down from his giggle high, titters that could light up a whole room spilling from his lips and making Kirishima’s heart swell. “You alive, man?”

Bakugou coughed out his last giggle, still breathing heavy before giving Kirishima a lazy nod. Kirishima giggled, gently climbing off the boy and laying down beside him on the bed. Bakugou brought his hands up to rub at his still flushed face, and Kirishima couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. The red-head was grinning ear-to-ear, and he could tell that under the palms of those calloused hands covering Bakugou’s face, the blonde was too.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Bakugou brought his hands down, turning his head to face Kirishima with a small smile still visible, only on the corners of his lips. “You almost killed me, you bastard.”

“Sorry, you were...you were just really cute like that. I’ve never seen you giggle before,” Kirishima chuckled sheepishly, eyeing Bakugou’s nearly forgotten drink still sitting on the nightstand. He pointed over to it, Bakugou’s following the direction of his finger. “You should probably get a drink, you were laughing pretty hard there.”

Bakugou huffed, his cheeks flushing only slightly at the comment, but he still rolled over to grab the drink and turn back around to face the redhead. “Shut up, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, I know...too ticklish for your own good, huh?” Kirishima snickered, Bakugou punching his shoulder playfully while taking a sip of his milk. Kirishima rubbed the spot Bakugou punched with a grin. “I’m being serious, though. You really did look cute like that.”

Bakugou’s eyes refused to meet Kirishima’s. His hands cupped tightly around the bottle in his lap, thumbs fiddling with the plastic wrapper encasing it. Kirishima could see how flustered he looked despite their eyes not meeting and he almost felt a little guilty. But Bakugou finally glanced up towards Kirishima, and for the first time ever, the blonde looked...shy. “Do you really think that or are you trying to fuck with me right now? Cause it’s not very nice to fucking flirt with someone if you don’t mean it.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened a little at his bluntness to call it what it was; flirting. “Well, y-yeah. Yeah I meant it. For real,” Kirishima said, but he could tell Bakugou wasn’t sure if he meant it. Kirishima furrowed his brows, cupping Bakugou’s chin gently like he had while attacking the boy just minutes ago, turning his head so their eyes would meet. He stared intently at him, making sure his expression was as genuine as a person could be. “I’m serious, Bakugou. I...I think you’re really attractive,” Kirishima saw how Bakugou’s eyes moved, how he felt frozen under his touch but still somehow looked like he wanted to squirm. “You’re cute and super manly, which I didn’t even know could be a real combination until I met you. You’re...you’re my favorite person, Bakugou.”

They sat like that for a moment. Kirishima brought his hand back down to rest in his own lap, but their eyes never left each other. That was, until, Bakugou’s eyes drifted downward towards Kirishima’s lips. Kirishima’s heart faltered for a minute at the gaze, feeling hair standing up at the back of his neck. Bakugou’s eyes darted back up to Kirishima, a tilt forward in his head that asked Kirishima ‘is this okay?’ Kirishima just nodded with half-lidded eyes, before Bakugou slowly leaned forward, his own eyes closing as their faces finally met in the middle when Kirishima pushed his own head forward.

Their lips brushed shyly against one another, as if cautious and unsure if this was an okay thing to do, before Kirishima pushed into it, forcing their lips together. Bakugou brought a hand up to cup at Kirishima’s cheek, Kirishima doing the same to Bakugou. Bakugou felt like he was going to melt, or explode, or disintegrate or...or just keep kissing Kirishima until he couldn’t breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, they pulled apart, breathless and hazy. Kirishima opened his eyes first, and when Bakugou opened his and looked at Kirishima with those shy little eyes he didn’t have before, Kirishima couldn’t help but dissolve into a fit of giggles. His laugh was always too contagious, damnit, and before he knew it Bakugou was giggling along with him and he didn’t even know why.

When he finally caught his breath, Kirishima slumped back against the pillows of Bakugou’s bed, Bakugou following him to lay there and stare questioningly. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just...you tasted like strawberry milk.”

Bakugou paused for a moment, before chuckling, shoving at Kirishima playfully as they both snickered. “You’re a fucking dork.”

“Hm, maybe,” Kirishima giggled as he brought his face back closer towards Bakugou’s, meeting their lips once again in a soft kiss that lasted forever.

Kirishima would definitely have to thank Mr. Bakugou later for that helpful information about his son, because now their night tasted like strawberry milk and giggles, and Kirishima didn’t want anything else in the entire world than just that.

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A/N : hope you guys enjoyed that, sorry its so fucking long LMAOO i got very carried away. it took me a while to write and ive got a fucking headache so imma go lay down now, MUCH LOVE!! <33

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day One - Anticipation

Notes: For an anon request! This was actually a fic I already had started, so I kind of smushed it together with the prompt lol.

Summary: Bakugo isn’t ticklish and he’s insistent on proving the fact. 

“I haven’t even started yet!”

“I wasn’t ready!”

Bakugo’s arms were clamped firmly to his sides, his elbows darted in protectively. Just moments ago, they had been crossed behind his head, a confident smirk rearing its face across his features. The sight of a couple wiggling fingers had quickly changed that, however.

“C’mon man. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Kirishima attempted to force his voice into something encouraging, but he couldn’t help his own amusement. “You said you were going to prove me wrong.”

“I am,” Bakugo growled. Once more, he made to lift his arms, but the slightest twitch of Kiri’s hands in his direction had them crashing back down again. “Quit moving before I call start!”

“I haven’t even touched you,” Kirishima insisted, but he placed his hands behind his back dutifully. “There, see? Now can you at least let me start before you concede defeat?”

“I’m not conceding to anything-"

“Is that so?” Kirishima raised a brow. "How about you raise your arms then?"

The two held eye contact for a couple tense seconds before Bakugo looked away, face reddening. This was supposed to be easy. That was the only reason he had made the damn bet in the first place. It was only tickling, after all; he had survived far worse than that.

Kirishima smiled gently, the gesture both understanding and endeared, and it made Bakugo’s stomach swoop unsteadily. Slowly, he lifted his arms back up, tensing his muscles as he went to try to keep them there. He watched Kirishima carefully, but true to his word he didn’t move, instead sitting patiently on Bakugo’s waist like he had all the time in the world. He was annoyingly calm right now, the exact opposite of how Bakugo felt.

“There, see? Hardest part over. Now all you have to do is keep them like that for one minute, and you can claim the title of less ticklish.”

“Not ticklish,” Bakugo corrected quickly, hating the way the word flushed his cheeks pinker than they already were.

“Right,” Kirishima agreed, in the same voice you would use to appease a child about Santa Claus’s existence. “Not ticklish at all. So—are you ready?”

“Just get it over with already; I don’t have all day.”

Kirishima opened his mouth like he was gonna argue with him, but bit it back in the interest of time. He waited a bit, and once he was certain Bakugo wasn’t going to curl up or flee—both of which seemed like valid options at the moment—he carefully pulled his hands out. Both of them heard the sharp exhale as Kirishima raised his hands over his underarms once more, but neither of them chose to comment on it.

“Are you ready now?” Kirishima asked. Bakugo wasn’t sure if the words were meant to be teasing, but he couldn’t help the way he squirmed slightly under the poised fingers.

He gripped the headboard tightly; if he had a hold, he could do this. He just had to focus on the feeling of wood against his palms, the scent of Kirishima’s bodywash, the comfort of the blankets arranged beneath him.

Bakugo nodded, arranging his gaze somewhere to the left of Kirishima’s face; there was no way he could look him in the eyes while maintaining a straight face.

“Remember the rules.” Kirishima's fingers were inches away, moving closer with every second, and Bakugo shifted involuntarily on the mattress. “No laughing. No bringing your arms down.”

Bakugo could practically feel his hands, the electricity between their skin sending nervous bolts down his spine. Why the hell didn’t he just do it already?

“Because I’m merciful, I’ll allow you to smile.” A pause, annoyingly drawn out. “Which is good, because you most definitely would’ve lost already otherwise.”

Bakugo spluttered out something to the effect of “Fuck off", but it didn't come off as intimidating as he wanted it to.

“Really smiling too," Kirishima continued, evidently unaware of the various silent death threats aimed in his direction. "That’s practically a full-on grin; I barely get that normally from you.”

Bakugo's ears were tinged a violent pink (it was always a violent pink with him, as if even his embarrassment was aggressive in its natural state), mostly because Kirishima was right. “I said,” he repeated more clearly, glaring at him. “Fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“You fucking know what I fucking s—mmh!”

His lips clamped down as a single finger touched down at last. Just the one, gently scratching against the hollow under his arm. Bakugo’s arms jerked forward an inch before he managed to gather his self-control once more and force them back. It really didn’t tickle all that much yet. If anything, it was more like a persistent itch that he yearned to swat away. But there was something about the repetition of it, always one finger, always that spot, over and over again until Bakugo couldn’t help but squirm underneath him.

Kirishima noticed, of course. “Don’t tell me this is bothering you?” he scoffed, and Bakugo wanted to kick him. “I’m hardly even touching you, man.”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo emphasized, glaring at him. The grin, stupidly obvious on his face, said otherwise.

“Mm.” Kirishima hummed, casually bringing his other hand into the mix as well. Bakugo stiffened, squeezing his eyes shut. One finger had been okay. Two was beginning to become an issue. “I know for a fact I’ve tickled you way worse than this without you cracking, so what’s different this time? No, wait, don’t tell me,” he interrupted when Bakugo opened his mouth to protest the point. “I’ll guess. It’s more fun that way. Is it the spot? Is that what’s getting you so jumpy?”

Bakugo shook his head, not really denying the point, just trying to block his words out.

“Maybe it’s the challenge? You never could resist one and possibly you’ve exerted all your strength already in trying to overcompensate.”

“Y-You sound like Deheku,” Bakugo managed, ignoring the way his sentence stuttered as Kirishima added in a third finger. “It’s annoying.”

A fourth finger. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”

Bakugo was shifting more obviously now, arms trembling from how hard he was gripping the sheets, the pillow, the headboard, anything to keep them from crashing down like they desperately wanted to. It was definitely less of an itch now and more of a something. They both knew what that something was, but Bakugo refused to admit it, even to himself.

“Could it be the position?”

Both hands stopped, pausing, fingers held carefully against his skin. It was possible this was even worse. Bakugo’s nerves raced anxiously, like someone had injected him with lightning. Each minute twitch of Kirishima’s fingers, even accidental, had him on edge.

Bakugo made the mistake of looking at Kirishima questioningly and was met with a knowing smirk that sent dark heat creeping down his neck.

“Or is it simply knowing that you’re about to be tickled?” Kirishima continued, holding his gaze. In theory, Bakugo could simply look away, but he couldn’t seem to remember that in the moment. “Ah. I think that’s it. Right on the money, huh?”

“No, it’s—!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kirishima assured him, and all of a sudden, the tickling began again, fingers spidering over his shirt and nearly bringing his arms down right then and there. “Now that I know, I’ll make it easier on you. If it’s the anticipation that’s getting you, I’ll just hurry things up. Now you don’t have to agonize about it anymore. See? Isn’t this easier to withstand?”

The next day, Bakugo decided to ban teasing from any further competitions.

[trrickytickle]

Giggle Button

synopsis + other info- above A/N: YES i know you probably forgot you submit this but anyways @an-inkling-of ik ur more into other things and not mha by the time i answer this but UM im seriously late and am clearingout my whole blog ;-; and I HOPE THIS IS GOOD FOR U I THINK IT ISNT VERY GOOD AAAAAAAAAA enjoy

Bakugo growled in frustration, clicking on the video Kirishima had sent of him chugging a bottle of mango flavored Monster, the hardhead snorting and gagging in the process. Upon watching, a fluffy feeling overcame Bakugo like butterflies tickling his ribs. In stitches, he fell to the floor, giggling lightly and holding his stomach. After the brief moment, Bakugo had once again cursed himself for being so goddamn soft. For goodness sake, he was going to become the Number fucking One fucking Hero. Groaning sullenly, Bakugo went to bed, not long before opening Ticific, the number one.... dare I say it.... tickle fanfiction platform for Hero tickle fanfiction. As if that'd make him any more of a hard-ass. -------------1 DAY LATER--------------- His fluttery mood from yesterday were only further fueled by that damn site. Tickling was dumb and lame. His old friends, especially that damned Deku would constantly torment him with tingly sensation any chance they got. His dad would surprise him from behind by squeezing his sides. That was fluffy. An attempt to exploit a stupid weakness he had. But he wanted it. He wanted it, and he hated it. And somehow yelling profanities at his mild-mannered father for poking him in the stomach turned into his stomach churning at Mirko doing the same thing to Hawks in a pro-hero tickling fanfic. And just then, Bakugo Katsuki did the unthinkable. his clammy, slightly sparking hands tracing over his lower abdomen, while he giggled in a way that was both raspy yet high. He stifled the laughs, squeaking when he couldn't hold them in. God, this was embarrassing. Like a fool, he continued, sliding a finger into his own belly button and poking around like a damn five-year-old digging in a sandpit. Surprisingly, that made his laugh hitch up even more, and his face redder, sweat beads dripping down his hands and arms.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD. His laugh. His weakness. His obsession. A burden. He wanted it out. He wanted- -KNOCK KNOCK- "KATSUKI GET YOUR ASS DOWN AND OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!" His mom yelled. Rubbing his eyes and throwing on the nearest clothing he could find (a Crimson Riot hoodie Kirishima had left the last time he visited), Bakugo tossed himself down the stairs to answer the door, impolitely swinging it open, regretting the decision immediately upon noticing who was outside. "Heya Bakubro! I left my Crimson Riot hoodie- Woah, what a coincidence. Red's good on you, keep it." Kirishima said, putting the hood over Bakugo and ruffling his strawlike hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Bakugo said. I'll give it back." he replied. "Nah, I could stay for a while! Got no plans." Kiri deadpanned, smirking slightly. "Maybe I could wear one of your hoodies, blondie." "Don't go around thinking you can just rifle through my clothes like my room is some kinda thrift store." Bakugo remarked, with a rather calm tone, punching Kirishima's arm afterwards. ...... "Bakubro." "Bakubroooo!!!" "For the love of god, what, Shitty Hair!?" "Beep." Kirishima poked Bakugo's stomach, right over the belly button, making him squeak. Now, Bakugo knew Kirishima was a playful touchy-touchy type, but he wasn't. So he thought. "Aaah! Shit-gwa-DAMNIT! DON'T TOUCH!" He yelled, his face flushing.

"Bakugoooo... you said you weren't ticklish, right?" Silence, followed by loud squeals and giggles and curses and pushing while Kirishima kneaded into Bakugo's sides and making sure to poke every corner of his tummy, and drag his Quirk-enhanced nails along. "EhEhAHAAHA!! NO- (squeal) DAMNIT- GOD! I HAHATE THIS!" Kirishima halted. "You really do? I mean, everyone does, but did I go too- oh, you're sparking." Bakugo sweated literal bullets, looking away from his friend. "No. It's just this damned laugh." Kirishima moved his face directly in front of his, leaning in closer with a kindly but somehow threatening smile. "So you mean this damned laugh, right?" Kirishima tickled slowly along his lower torso- as he did to himself before. "Heheheh-yeaheheahes! (EEK) No- naha SHiH-iT!" Bakugo screamed, silently laughing in Kirishima's gentle and slight clutches. "Aw, this is actually really fun!" "(SQUEAL) (SQUEAL) Nohohot fun!" "Yeah, alright I'll stop it. Bakubro, your laugh is the best. Like, you never laugh." Pause. "You're stopping?" Bakugo said, regretting it immediately afterwards. "Oh, um I mean, Hairy Shit, um- FUCK you!" "So you're saying you want me to continue?" Bakugo nodded apprehensively, pointing to his belly-button and promptly covering his hands with his face. "Want me to getcha belly? Your lil tummy? The crap factory? The-" "Stop it, Shitty Ha- (SQUEAK) (SQUEAL)" "I literally have not started. Just want me to hold a finger up over here? Wiggle it on top?" Kirishima teased, knowing it would drive the blond boy crazy. "Nohoho- I wahant to-" "You want me to..." "LOOK, I KNOW YOU'LL THINK I'M NOT FUCKING MAN ENOUGH FOR YOU BUT I WANT TO BE TICKLED, DAMNIT!" Bakugo blew up. Figuratively. "Woah. Never said that, but sure. Just gonna go sloooow..." Kirishima swirled his finger round and round the vortex, causing Bakugo's breath to hitch- reaching its peak when his finger made it in. "Still going reeeallly slow..." Kirishima could still hear Bakugo repress hiccups of raspy laughter. Deep down, Bakugo wanted this to last forever, but all he would do is squirm in his seat and wait for it to end. Not like he wanted it to stop or anything, nevertheless his spiky-headed friend would quit doing the one thing he just dreamed of. And it was about to get even better. "Want me to stop tickling your giggle button now? We could like, go eat something." Giggle button. Giggle god damn button. Bakugo turned a feverish shade that could very well match Kiri's hair. As silent as a Bakugo could squeal, he mustered; "Keep doing it."