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I'm Not Giving Up
The Unexpected Fight Series
Part 2
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad
Words: 4,995
Reading Time: 20 Minutes
A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇
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Bakugo was famously known for his temper and volatile nature, which often led him to spend long periods of time alone in his dorm.
However, this was different.
The fight with Aya stuck with him long after it had ended. In his mind, the scene repeated itself over and over again, with his uncontrollable and hysterical laughter echoing throughout the entire scene. He was unable to get over the embarrassing display he had put on, and in an effort to not be questioned again, he refused to speak unless necessary, and avoided everyone's probing eyes.
Bakugo made sure that he put in an exceptional amount of effort during his classes, and his hard work was evident from the high marks he constantly received. He also did remarkably well in his training sessions, and he would always show up the next day to put in another stellar performance. Despite his tireless work ethic, he remained stoic and avoided engaging with anyone.
For the most part, his friends gave him space, but they also worried about him when over time, he became increasingly reclusive. Hesitant knocks at his door gradually progressed to regular knocking sessions and Bakugo chose to ignore it all. With his friends constantly trying to probe why he had become so distant and unresponsive, Bakugo simply brushed off their questions and continued to ignore them.
His stomach growled and he growled back. Unable to ignore the hunger pangs, he got up from his studies and made the short trek to the common room to retrieve the ramen noodles he’d stored away. Looking out of the window, He could see that the night was already set, with only a few specks of light illuminating the darkening sky. There was no sound, just the peaceful stillness that encapsulated the world. The perfect night.
As Bakugo looked out of the window, he noticed a brief hint of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention towards the hallway and locked eyes with Deku. Bakugo felt a cringe run through him, certain that Deku would take the opportunity to try and talk to him. He felt a pre-angry vein ready up in his temple.
Five seconds out of his room and he was already pissed off.
“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!”
Bakugo would rather drink paint than respond.
Midoriya faltered, picking up on it right away. “Right well…A bunch of us are going out to get food. I know you’re making some, but you should come.”
Bakugo’s annoyance was visible as he focused on stirring his noodles.
“Kacchan-”
“Does it fucking look like-”
“No, your noodles!”
“Shit!”
The water boiled over the top of the pot, spilling out onto the counter. Bakugo angrily turned the heat down and took the pot to the sink. Looking inside, he found that his noodles were completely overcooked and gross. He had an urge to blow the entire dormitory to dust, his frustration and anger peaking in that moment.
Instead, he picked up his phone and shouldered past Midoriya.
“Hey, where are you going? Aren't you still hungry?”
Bakugo remained silent, walking towards the exit of the building without a word. Midoriya matched his stride, catching up to him and pushing himself between the other and the exit. The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Move.”
“No.”
Bakugo opened his eyes, dangerous energy flashing through them. “If you don't move, I will turn you and this entire place to dust.”
Midoriya shook his head. “You’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. What happened at the circuit-”
“Holy shit, do you ever just shut up?!” Bakugo’s face instantly grew red with humiliation. Emotions pounded in his head like a gavel, his fists clenched tight at his sides, wishing he could detonate that annoying ass rock sitting in the back of his throat.
“A win like that may have been enough for a weakling like you but I have higher standards for myself. We're not on the same level, Deku! I’m better than you. And for some stupid reason you keep forgetting that!”
“Kacchan, I’m talking about you beating yourself up over something that's just a part of the process. Her quirk was-”
“I don’t give a shit! Get the hell out of my-”
“You’re falling behind.”
Silence. You could hear a pin drop.
Midoriya quickly kept on. “You never go beyond anymore. Usually, we can hear you practicing in the arena by yourself or with Kirishima, but we haven’t heard you in weeks and Kirishima hasn’t heard from you. There was even an opportunity to shadow a pro hero and you didn’t take it-”
“I don’t need to follow some nobody-”
“No. It’s like you’re depressed or something.” Midoriya bravely interrupted. “It’s like you’re giving up.”
Bakugo's eyes widened, a sudden fire in his chest blazed with determined violence. Sparks spewed from his hands, his eyes set on the green target standing before him. He dared not allow himself to give up or be the laughing stock of the school. He would burn in hell before assuming a role like that.
Midoriya stood his ground, refusing to concede, and determined to face down the inferno before him. He knew being honest with his friend would reward him with something like a bloody nose, but he was determined to anyway, especially if it would help Kacchan in the end.
Bakugo was known for his prideful and arrogant disposition, but this encounter with Midoriya shook him. The younger prodigy’s comments caused the blonde to be infuriated and bitter, but only temporarily. Deep down inside, Bakugo knew there was some substance to the accusation, and it made him feel weak. His energy and willpower were dwindling, leaving him tired, exhausted, and lacking the spark that he always relied on to make him feel like the powerhouse he always saw himself as.
He no longer felt like he could truly measure up, and he hated that.
The sparks in his hands barely left a trace of smoke, leaving Bakugo feeling a mixture of grief and rage.
“I’m not giving up.” He mumbled before roughly pushing past Midoriya and exiting the building.
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Bakugo took a walk, wanting to occupy his thoughts. He came to a beautiful forest clearing and sat down, leaning back on his elbows, to gaze up at the stars. Despite his efforts to keep his thoughts away, they still came to him on their own.
“It’s like you’re giving up.”
It was Deku that said that to him. That useless fucker told him he was the one slipping through the cracks. He angrily kicked at a rock near his foot.
“I’m not giving up, damn Deku.” Bakugo said out loud. “I’m just getting started.”
His ears suddenly pricked and his attention focused on soft, sneaky footfalls that came from a nearby spot to his left.
Bakugo warily looked around as he stood up, his senses fully alert now. A plan instantly materialized in his mind before an unexpected loud yell came from somewhere behind him. A dark shadow suddenly came hurtling towards him, which he barely dodged in time. He released a blast in that direction then was grabbed from behind. He was just about to unleash a full explosion when he heard a familiar voice.
“Ah! Okay, ouch! What the heck, Bakugo?!”
“Hey, man! Chill out!”
“Kaminari?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes in the now illuminated darkness, as the tree that took the full brunt of his quirk was now on fire. He watched as Kaminari hurriedly extinguished some lit sparks from his hair. The other voice came from behind. ”Kirishima?” Bakugo yelled, confused as hell. “What the hell are you two idiots doing?”
Kirishima released him and put his hand behind his own head apologetically. “We heard you were out here so we all came to see what you were doing.”
Bakugo's eyes darted behind the red head to see the faces of Deku, Sero, and Todoroki, who was icing the part of the tree Bakugo set on fire.
“Sorry not sorry!” Kaminari smiled, still picking at his hair. “But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to scare the pants off of you.”
“I almost killed you, idiot.”
“But you didn't!” Kaminari winked, throwing a thumbs up.
Bakugo scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them. “You’re all morons.”
He began walking but Kirishima grabbed his arm. “I’m just going to be straight with you, man. All of us are worried about you.”
Bakugo jerked his arm out of his grip. “Worry about yourselves.”
“We know you’re not okay, dude.” Kaminari spoke up. “You haven’t exploded anyone in weeks. That must be a personal record.”
The others nodded, sharing grunts of agreement.
Bakugo growled. “Do you want me to exploded you? Is that it?” Sparks flew wildly out of his hands. “I can take all of you losers without even blinking!”
“Let's do it.”
Everyone looked at Kirishima confused, including Bakugo.
Sero rose his hand as if he were in class. “Five against one? What’s that going to do?”
“He just said he could take us all, so lets do it. But let's make it interesting.” Bakugo saw Kirishima's smile and returned his gaze with sharp, dagger-like eyes. A challenge, even one that seemed suspicious, wasn’t in Bakugo’s blood to refuse.
"What?" Bakugo replied testily. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, as if he was some broken or beaten-down puppy. But he was far from defeated, and he could destroy them all if he wanted to. He would prove each of them wrong, even if it meant blasting them to charred pieces.
Kirishima thought for a moment before answering. “If you win, then we’ll leave you alone. If we win, then you have to let us help you.”
Midoriya knew exactly what Kirishima was trying to do. Bakugo couldn't hope to take them all on at once. There was too much power in this group for him to handle on his own. But, as Midoriya knew too well, Bakugo wouldn't back down.
The angry blonde had been distracted lately, and he was so focused on proving his strength and ability that he might not fully grasp the possibility of failure. Midoriya knew that a challenge like this could finally give them the opportunity to break through to him.
Bakugo turned his nose up, seconds away from refusing before Kirishima added the cherry on top.
“Unless you think you can't?”
Bakugo's explosions ignited, and he sent a powerful blast towards Kirishima, who hardened himself in response and took the hit. Then, he sent a second blast towards Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, who were all standing together. Todoroki threw up an ice wall to block the group from the explosion. The ice wall took the blast and was shattered into sparkling pieces as the explosion dissipated.
Kirishima barreled towards Bakugo who used his quirk to send himself flying into the air. Todoroki instantly leveled with him on the right, raising his right arm. To the left, Bakugo spotted Kaminari still on the ground and sparking with electricity. Sero was next to Kirishima, face scrunched in focus as he held fast with some tape, and Deku had used his quirk to quickly speed behind Bakugo on the ground, so the blonde was covered on all bases. All of them seemed to have coordinated a plan for their attacks without even a warning that Bakugo was going to attack.
They planned this.
In that moment of clarity, Bakugo knew he was going to lose.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try like hell anyway.
He shot his hand up and quickly used his blasts to send him back to the ground. Kaminari and Sero released their quirks at the same time, missing Bakugo and hitting each other. The blonde could hardly land on the ground before he was body slammed hard by Kirishima, tumbling unceremoniously onto his side. Deku jumped up and tried to kick him, but Bakugo grabbed his leg, throwing him in a random direction right as he was was tackled again by Kirishima who was trying to get a grip over the blonde’s wrists.
Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He also knew his friends weren’t going to leave him alone, but passing up an opportunity to fight them? He’d never done that, no matter his mental state.
Bakugo screamed and set off a blast all around him, knocking Kirishima off of him.
Through the dust and sparks, his eyes widened as he saw Todoroki appear in front of him with his right arm raised, a short burst of ice that was too fast to dodge caught Bakugo’s hand. The blast was harsh, knocking him back a few steps. He slammed his hand onto the ground, using his quirk at the same time to break it. He threw his arm out to Todoroki but his large blast was averted when strong tape closed around his wrist and yanked it backwards.
He glared harshly at Sero, who waved at him, looking nervous. Bakugo’s hands sparked explosively, ready to wipe them both out with a single blast before he suddenly cried out as Kaminari’s quirk seared through him, paralyzing him leaving a hot metallic taste in his mouth.
He was stuck for a few seconds, but it was enough. Deku flew in out of nowhere and delivered a hard kick to his chest, making him fall flat onto his back. Kirishima immediately grabbed his wrists, hardening himself in time for a large explosion to overtake them both. Todoroki covered the others protectively with an ice wall, which shattered and exploded around them, falling around them like burnt snow.
Bakugo’s hands smoked and steam rose off of Kirishima’s body, but he was still holding the other. Bakugo cursed and readied himself for another round, but was quickly stopped when he felt tape wrap tightly around his wrists then ice following enveloping his hands in a large block that covered his arms from his fingertips to his elbows, securing him tightly to the ground with his wrists raised slightly over his head. Midoriya, and Kaminari jumped over to his legs, trying to restrain them as he kicked and cursed wildly.
It was over.
Everyone around him was breathing hard, trying to wrestle a feral and partially restrained Bakugo, who was still fighting despite the obvious. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder.
“It’s over!” Kirishima shouted, trying to speak over his aggression. “Stop fighting, we won.”
Bakugo shook his head and cursed. “Get the hell offa me!”
“No!” Everyone yelled in unison.
“I said get off!” There was a small chip in his voice.
Everyone paused and looked at each other, worriedly. Kirishima put both hands on Bakugo’s shoulders and pressed them firmly to the ground. “Bakugo, stop!”
He did. He just laid there silently, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was no longer struggling and no longer spewing hateful words. He was defeated.
But most of all, he was tired.
Silence lingered. Kirishima was the one to break it.
“We’re going to be real with you, man.” Kirishima started, easing up on his grip. “We’re all worried about you. You haven’t acted like yourself in weeks. You’re acting like you’re giving up on becoming the number one hero. You walk around as if someone killed your dog, man and its gotta stop. ”
Bakugo stayed silent for a while. “I’m not giving up.”
“Could have fooled us.” Kaminari mumbled, earning a glare from the blonde.
“Hate to break it to you, dude but you might be depressed or unmotivated or something.” Sero shrugged as a matter of factly.
“You need support and you need it from your friends.” Todoroki deadpanned.
Midoriya stayed quiet and observed from the back, knowing his input could set the blonde off in a different way.
Bakugo knew deep down that they were right. He would never admit it out loud, but he was unmotivated, stuck in an endless cycle of self-hate and criticalness. Before the circuit, he was convinced that he had mastered all of his weaknesses and found ways to overcome them. Whether it was a new support item or modifications to his hero uniform, he felt unstoppable with every step he took forward. He felt as if he had everything under control, until such a trivial and unconventional weakness he hadn’t thought about since childhood nearly had him begging at the hands of a girl that didn’t even lay one finger on him. Technically he won that battle, but in his mind he lost.
Just like that damn sports festival.
Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, having reached his limit with everyone’s hands and eyes all over him. “Fucking whatever! Fine.” He grunted before he could stop himself.
Sero and Kaminari gasped, making Bakugo want to immediately retract his statement.
“Manly!” Kirishima whooped, shaking the blondes shoulders ceremoniously.
“Now let me up.” Bakugo demanded, pulling at his arms, unable to feel his hands anymore due to the cold.
Everyone’s smiles disappeared, and they looked at each other again. Bakugo noticed the looks and frowned.
“What?”
Kirishima smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, man. You're not going to like this but,” The red head paused, stealing a glance at Midoriya. “We’re going to help you.”
Bakugo growled. “What the hell does that mean? Just let me up!”
Kirishima braced himself. “We’re going to tickle you.”
Bakugo blanched.
“No.”
“It makes sense.” Kaminari spoke up. “We can get your endurance up.”
“Eat shit and die.”
“It could work.” Todoroki agreed.
“Are you all deaf or something? I said no!”
“Damn it, Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled. He got up from his position and stood over him. “This is messing with you because you give it power. I know you feel like it’s a big deal, but it’s not the end of the world.” Midoriya’s voice was firm and confident. “You’re not weak Kacchan, but the way you’re acting is.”
Bakugo’s face turned red. With anger or embarrassment, Midoriya didn’t know or care, so he continued. “I’ve never known you to give up on anything, even when things seemed impossible. If you give up on this, you won’t improve. And you could become a liability; the weakness on someone else’s team.”
Everyone was slack jawed. Kirishima even leg go of Bakugo’s shoulders. The angry blonde looked as if he was about to explode, staring at Izuku with eyes that dripped with venom.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “Then fucking get it over with.”
Everyone looked at each other then at Midoriya. His eyebrows were raised in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting his friend to even hear anything he said. Everyone shared his moment of shock before nodding at each other and moving.
Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest when Midoriya moved to sit next to Todoroki, who applied more ice to his already tightly restrained arms. Sero and Kaminari reinforced their hold on his legs and Kirishima sat criss crossed next to him. In a soft voice, he started speaking. “We’re just going to see how long you can last, and we’ll work from there. The safe word is red. Say that if you can’t take it anymore.”
“This is stupid.” Bakugo huffed. “I don’t need a damn safe woh-!”
Sudden light scribbles over the fabric covering his sides forced his mouth closed as Kirishima tentatively used the tips of his blunt nails to lightly scratch at the area. The blonde cringed and furrowed his brow. If Kirishima had a magnifying glass, he would be able to make out other’s nose twitching, the action so minuscule it seemed wrong to even notice it. Kirishima moved his nails to his stomach, where more noticeably, Bakugo’s body tensed. Kirishima resisted the urge to smile, knowing the blonde would put a stop to this immediately if he sensed any amusement from either one of them.
As soon as Kirishima’s devil nails touched down on Bakugo, the blonde instantly instantly regretted consenting to it. His wardrobe wasn't the least bit protective, sporting a simple black tank top and lose fitting sweatpants. When Kirishima grazed his fingernails over the sides of his hips, he involuntarily yanked at his arms hard, cracking some of the melting ice. Midoriya and Todoroki reinforced their grip on his elbows and biceps, forcing him to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent cursing them out, more worried about laughter spilling out than actual words.
Jolts of ticklish energy moved through his body, striking him at random like lightning in the form of twitches and jolts. Somehow he felt more sensitive, Kirishima’s soft fingers already driving him up the wall. He growled out loud when Kirishima struck a soft spot right above his hip bones and the red head paused before lightly spidering his fingers there. Bakugo tried to pull his legs to his chest but Sero and Kaminari where right there to prevent it.
“Fuck this,” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I changed my MiHIND!” He cursed at the high pitched yelp that flew out of his mouth when Kirishima nicked one of his lower ribs. He shook his head again and pulled at his arms, face burning. “Did you h-hear me, idiot? I said-”
Kirishima’s big hands closed around his ribs and squeezed, causing the angry blonde to writhe and arch to the side. He wanted to open his mouth and tell him to stop, but he couldn’t get past the closed mouth grunts and giggles that wanted to slip past his tightly pursed lips. Bakugo started struggling, less from the sensations currently driving him mad and more by the need to escape. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.
The wind, the noise the trees made when it passed, the crickets-
His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt fingers in both of his armpits. He ripped himself from his meditation to lock eyes with Deku and Todoroki who were lightly tickling his armpits at the same softness as Kirishima. He spluttered and started yanking at his arms for a different reason now, but all for the same goal.
Kirishima looked up and locked eyes with the others. Bakugo almost missed the silent message that passed between the three of them, but before he could protest, they all transitioned from light curious scribbles to harsh and rough ones. Kneading, pinching, and scratching up and down his ribs and in and around his armpits.
Bakugo let out a bark of surprised laughter before soundlessly thrashing.
Kirishima used his fingers to keep a good grip on the blonde’s sides while his thumbs got to rotating, kneading right into the groves and ridges of his ribcage. Kirishima rotated his thumbs into wide circles, then would randomly pinpoint a small section that he would focus on, driving the blonde crazy with its unpredictability. Midoriya knew exactly which buttons to push, forcing the blonde to inch away from him the most despite similar treatment on his other side. Midoriya knowingly teased and traced around Bakugo’s death spot, and he was hyper aware of the fact that Midoriya had the golden ticket and how close he was to cashing it in.
“You…Mother…f-fucking NERD!” Bakugo hissed when Midoriya faked out scratching at his death spot, instead going around it.
“He’s not even paying attention to me. Midoriya, what are you doing?” Todoroki talked as if he was asking about the weather or a homework assignment, not like he was in the middle of trying to wreck his friend.
Bakugo shot Midoriya a world shattering glare, but Midoriya just smiled and shrugged, not wanting to be the one to reveal his childhood best friend’s weak spot. “You just have to look, I guess.”
“Okay.”
Todoroki picked up the pace, searching for a spot that would produce a similar reaction. Once Todoroki’s wiggling fingers descended towards the bottom of his armpits, Bakugo gasped and shifted away, causing the half and half hero to look at Midoriya with deadpanned victory.
“I got it.”
Todoroki nodded at Deku, then at Kirishima. A silent agreement passed between the boys and Bakugo’s eyes widened as soon as he caught onto it.
“Wait, fuck stop! You- Agh! No no NOO! WAHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIIT!” He screamed, arching his back and trying his best to kick his legs out of his friend’s tortuous grip. “AGGHAAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHHELL?! NAH! STAAAHAHAHAHAHP!”
Bingo. Todoroki and Midoriya massaged the spot right above his ribs and below his underarms. Kirishima closed his hands into fists and started knuckling the bottom half of his ribs. Bakugo’s laughter went up a few pitches and he jerked around hysterically, attempting to buck his hips and free his arms and legs. He felt cool water rolling down his arms and to his frustration, even that tickled.
“STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BASTARDS!”
Black smoke rose from holes in the ice and Todoroki stopped to reapply it. Bakugo didn't even notice the break, due to Midoriya absolutely letting him have it on his other side. Bakugo sneered and cursed, face scrunched in delirious hilarity. Kirishima’s devious fingers wiggled down Bakugo’s torso, testing new areas for reaction. His sides caused him to writhe depending on the pressure, but he could explore that later. Once kirishima’s fingers graze over his hipbones, Bakugo threw his head back and let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Kirishima frowned, confused for a moment before looking over to see Kaminari and Sero messing with the undersides of his knees. Chucking to himself, He watched Bakugo try and fail to kick his legs, shaking his head and bucking his hips.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! GEHEHEHT OFF MEHEHEHEHE!”
He slammed his head on the ground, his face and neck turning a dark shade of red.
Without warning, Midoriya and Todoroki doubled their efforts. Not wanting to be outdone, Kirishima doubled down as well. Kaminari and Sero chuckled at Bakugo’s hilarious reactions and started teasing the top of his knees as well as the bottom. Bakugo’s laughter stayed the same but his thrashing increased, throwing Kaminari around as the electric hero lost his grip a few times.
Bakugo’s laughter became desperate. The spidering along his hips, the fingers in his underarms, the knuckling along his ribs, the annoying and jolting tickles on both sides of his knees and the massage along his death spot was way too much. Through a frustrated yell, his struggling doubled and the ice crackled again, bits and pieces flying off in jagged layers.
“AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAH! SHIT! SHIHIT OKAY! RAHAHAHA- REH- REEHEHEHEHEHHED! RED DAMN IT SSTAHAHAHAHAHHAPP!”
Everyone’s fingers stilled and Bakugo’s entire body slumped, head pushed back, defeated.
“Alright man,” Kirishima started. “That was 4 minutes.”
“I can understand why you think it’s a weakness.” Kaminari stifled a giggle.
“Yeah, dude you're like, super ticklish.” Sero chuckled, nudging Kaminari.
If Bakugo’s face had been able to blush any further, it would have.
“Shut… up.” He gasped. “Get this damn ice offa me.”
Everyone let up. Todoroki melted his ice and Sero cut his tape. When Bakugo was free, he sat up and dusted himself off. He rubbed his hands together warming them and resisted the urge to smack and rub his body to make the phantom sensations go away.
Everyone was looking at him, expectedly, wondering if they had went too far. Bakugo picked up on it and groaned. “The fuck are you all gawking at?”
Kirishima clapped his hands together once, eagerly. “Alright well, I say we set up some training sessions! Come up with different challenges that Bakugo would have to face and track his progress.”
“One could be an interrogation! Someone could give him a set of numbers and he would have to hold onto it until a time limit expires.” Sero shrugged.
“One could include combat training.” Todoroki quietly suggested. “We could spar and see if it affects how he fights.”
“Then after a while we could do this again and see if he can last longer!” Sero concluded.
“So it’s about endurance?” Kaminari asked.
“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered. “That means he’s going to have to get tickled. A lot.” Kirishima felt a small twinge of guilt as he looked at Bakugo, realizing that the blonde's plight was indeed a humorous one, but he also recognized the severity of the situation. He had never viewed being ticklish as anything more than a harmless and fun activity, but he could see that it affected Bakugo differently, which made him want to reach out and be there for him.
Kirishima had no idea what exactly his friend was feeling, but he intended to support him in whatever way he could. “You have to be willing, Bakugo or this isn’t going to work. You can say yes or no and we won’t push you, but know that this will help you, and it will help you improve rather than hold you back.”
Bakugo finally looked up at the group, and exhaled tiredly. It was not an angry, irritated, or upset sigh, but one of pure exhaustion.
“Fine.” He conceded, rolling his eyes as everyone’s faces lit up in happy surprise. “No one finds out about this. I mean it, assholes. Got it?”
Everyone nodded enthusiastically and Bakugo huffed.
The tired blonde stood up and stretched, narrowing his eyes at everyone, gaze lingering on a nervous green headed nerd. “Who told you losers I was out here?”
Without an ounce of hesitation, Sero pointed at Deku, who squawked at the other in betrayal. Bakugo’s eyes flash red and he set off some small explosions in his hands. “Run. Run hard and fast.”
Deku wasted no time, tripping over himself as he rapidly climbed to his feet and ran away, yelling some sincere sounding apologies behind him with Bakugo right on his ass.
Everyone laughed and Kirishima sighed contently.
Bakugo was back.
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Part 3
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The Unexpected Fight Series
Part 3
Warning: This is a tickle fic! - Crossed boundaries and ignored safe word.
Summary: With a renewed sense of determination, Bakugo prepares for his first round of training with Kirishima. Set up like an interrogation, Bakugo must try to withstand the pressure and make it through the full 20 minutes without giving in or giving up.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Kirishima
Words: 4,372
Reading Time: 17 Minutes
A/N: So I lied and posted this earlier then I said I would which technically is still super late. I’ll admit I did not proof read this so it might be sloppy but I finished it and wanted it out there haha.
I'm going to sound like a broken record but I'm probably never going to be fully okay with the stories I post. I'll always be wishing I could either pump more into it, be more descriptive, stay true to characters, or add more dialogue. There will always be something I wish I can do or change, but then I wouild never post anything.
Anyways I hope you all enjoy! LOL
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Bakugo scowled at the clock as the minutes ticked by with relentless consistency. His gaze was unwavering in its focus as his eyes fixed on the hands, watching as they spun around the clock face in a slow revolution.
With each passing minute, the dread of meeting up with Kirishima for training weighed heavier and heavier upon his shoulders, and though he tried to resist, he could feel the pressure mounting for him to leave, sooner rather than later.
With the encounter in the forest still fresh in his mind, Bakugo felt a surge of renewed energy running through his body. There was a new fire burning within him, an intense and searing flame that would not be easily extinguished.
A knock at the door pulled Bakugo out of his introspective thoughts and set him on a trajectory for confrontation. He threw open the door, his aggressive eyes immediately finding Deku in the doorway, hand still stuck in the knocking position. Their gazes locked in a tense moment before Deku slowly lowered his hand.
“Hey,” Deku took a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I’m just reminding you about training. You should have left already.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “I know what time it is.”
He closed the door behind him and walked out.
Midoriya followed close behind.
“We’re working on endurance today. We’re going to give you a code and you have to hold onto it for 20 minutes.”
Bakugo’s scowl was his only response.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, the two rivals a healthy distance between one another before Midoriya worked up the nerve to speak again.
“I know this is… not what you’re used to,” Midoriya sighed, looking for words that wouldn’t get him pummeled. “Anyway, we’re all here for you.”
“Just… shut up.” Bakugo cringed. The lack of angst in his voice wasn't lost on Midoriya. His friend was nervous and didn't want to be catered to.
After walking in silence for a bit longer, one sideways glance at the blonde told him all he needed to know about what his friend was silently wondering.
“It’s at Ground Beta in one of the buildings towards the end of the campus. We got permission to use it and it’s far enough away that no one will hear you.”
Bakugo scoffed but Midoriya swore he saw a bit of tension leave the blonde’s shoulders.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
—
Once inside the building, they walked down a flight of stairs and entered the basement where Kirishima and Kaminari were lounging on a couple of bean bags playing Nintendo switches.
The boys paused their game and greeted them with energetic hellos. Bakugo looked past them and saw a random table next to a thick metal chair positioned right in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the arms and legs.
He resisted the urge to react as a bolt of nervous energy speared through him.
“Where’s Sero and Todoroki?” Midoriya wondered.
An irritated sigh sounded next to him.
“We figured Bakugo didn’t want people watching him get absolutely wrecked.” Kaminari teased with a smug smile, earning a growl from Bakugo. “Kiri lugged the chair up and I brought the bean bags and Switches. I guessed you were going to be late.”
“Besides,” Kirishima started before Bakugo could retort. “Todoroki’s got the next one, they’re going to be sparring.”
Bakugo’s lips quirked at that. He could already picture himself blasting that half and half bastard into oblivion.
“Bakugo!” Kaminari waved to get his attention. “You got your murder eyes on!”
Bakugo looked at Kaminari and then back to Kirishima. “You idiots don’t expect me to sit in that.” He jerked his chin towards the center of the room.
Kirishima’s face tightened. “Yeah, sorry man. All that matters is that it can hold you without breaking or moving. It’s pretty heavy duty.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Whatever.”
Midoriya clapped his hands. “I’m going to head back. I’ll see you guys after!” He waved as he exited the room.
“Hey, wait up!” Kaminari put a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, leaned in and whispered something into Bakugo’s ear. With another encouraging slap that earned a sneer, Kaminari disappeared up the stairs after Midoriya.
Once the sound of their footfalls faded, Kirishima turned to Bakugo.
“Alright!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and gesturing towards the chair. “Let’s get started!”
Bakugo stood firm in his place, defiantly staring down at the chair and refusing to budge. He couldn't explain it, but he just could not bring himself to sit down. His body refused to obey the mental command. It was as if his pride and stubbornness had taken over and would not allow him to surrender to that damn chair.
“Bakugo,” Kirishima tilted his head. “You need to-”
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” Bakugo snapped.
“Okay, then what’s stopping you?”
Bakugo's pride and stubbornness continued to war within him, keeping him on the brink of either giving in or resisting even further.
On one hand, a part of him could not bring himself to compromise his pride and dignity by losing control and being reduced to a blubbering mess in front of one of the only people he respected. And on the other hand, standing his ground and continuing to resist meant giving up completely and admitting defeat.
He was finding himself stuck in this weird state of limbo where he knew what he needed to do but physically could not make himself do it.
Kirishima was quick to notice the internal struggle that Bakugo was grappling with.
“We don’t have to do this.”
No responce.
Kirishima recognized that Bakugo's desire to not participate wasn’t a complete one. The blonde still stood there within the presence of the chair, which meant there was still some potential in convincing him to follow through. Kiri knew that all Bakugo needed was a slight push in the right direction.
Kirishima adopted a more challenging tone and delivered a playful smirk, knowing Bakugo's pride was the key. “I get why you might not want to do it. It might be too intense for you.”
Bakugo met kirishima’s stare, uncharacteristically quiet.
“I saw how you were in the forest,” Kirishima continued, shrugging. “If I were you, I probably couldn't handle it either. Lets go back.” He began walking towards the exit, but a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the other didn't follow.
Kirishima paused at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms over his chest.
Bakugo mumbled a few curses before walking up and plopping into the cold chair. Kirishima with a smile full of pride for his friend, rushed over to his side.
One look at the red head’s face and Bakugo was looking away with an eye roll. “This is just to prove your dumbass wrong.”
Kirishima shrugged and went to work, efficiently securing Bakugo's wrists and ankles to the four points of the chair. He took a few steps back to survey his work. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist letting out a slight chuckle at the scowl on Bakugo's face.
“Okay, try to get out.”
Bakugo grumbled and attempted to tug at the cuffs but the sturdy restraints didn’t give an inch. Bakugo's brows drew together as he wrenched at them harder. The cuffs were much sturdier than he anticipated, and he realized that the wiggle room he would typically get with thinner restraints was not an option due to the thick cuffs covering most of his wrists.
As he wrenched at them one more time, he was met with the same result and he realized that without the use of his quirk, he was truly stuck.
Bakugo felt a tug of uneasiness deep within him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it doubt? Nervousness? Anxiety? Or was it something else altogether? He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it was something that he didn't particularly like.
Kirishima nodded encouragingly. “Ready?”
Bakugo attempted to maintain a bored and unbothered demeanor. “I’m not doing this role play garbage with you.”
Kirishima took out his phone and started the timer.
Twenty Minutes.
He placed it on the table so they both could see it.
“We’re not roleplaying. Kaminari gave you a code and you’re not supposed to tell me.”
Bakugo scowled and tested the restraints again.
“I’ll ask nicely first,”
Bakugo's face warped into a mix of a cringe and a scowl as Kirishima moved to stand directly in front of him.
“What did Kaminari tell you?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.”
Kirishima just smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked around the blonde’s chair. Bakugo found himself feeling a small twinge of relief as he no longer had to look at Kirishima, but this small comfort was soon replaced with a sensation of unease as Kirishima pushed two strong hands through the little gaps between the blonde’s sides and arms, leaving them poised to strike.
His body tensed.
But his expression remained unchanging as Kirishima pinched his sides repeatedly.
Even though Kirishima believed the blonde was just saving face, he was still surprised by the lack of reaction. He thought back to the forest, trying to remember what it was that initially set him off.
Then, it hit him.
He stopped the harsh poking and pinching and changed his approach, softly tracing his fingers over the fabric of Bakugo's shirt.
Bakugo's body stiffened and twitched as his muscles convulsed under the touch of Kirishima's tracing fingertips, which the red head took as a small victory.
There it was.
He continued the gentle approach, moving his tracing and scratching motions inward towards the the inner edges of Bakugo's sides where they turned into his stomach.
Bakugo's jaw was tight, then he bit down on the inside of his cheek. The gentle touch and light scribbles were making him flinch as his muscles began to twitch in response. Every time Kirishima's fingers moved across his skin, Bakugo's body reacted, causing him to bite his cheek harder to suppress them.
Kirishima's fingers shifted lower to Bakugo's waist and began teasing the space above his hips, right above the waistline of his pants, prompting the explosive blonde to let out a small twitch and perform some subtle micro-movements which Kirishima was quick to notice. Kirishima then moved his hands down to Bakugo's hips and hovered over them, motionless.
Bakugo clenched his teeth. “Stop messing with m-”
Kirishima pressed his thumbs deep into Bakugo's hips, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The intense and invasive prodding caused Bakugo to let out a soft groan before jerking his wrists and tugging at the cuffs in a moment of weakness.
Kirishima smiled triumphantly.
“I’m barely touching you, man.”
Kirishima found himself almost giddy with amusement, knowing he had the perfect thing to push Bakugo's buttons. Of course, he was well aware of Bakugo's fiery personality and explosive nature, but nothing had ever come close to shaking his composure or forcing him to let loose.
This newfound knowledge was proving to be quite valuable, and Kirishima couldn't help but wonder just how effective it would prove to be in keeping the unpredictable blonde in check in the future. It gave him a huge rush of accomplishment and satisfaction to realize how much he had thrown Bakugo's composure out the window with just the slight twitch of his fingers.
“Shut up.” Bakugo growled.
Kirishima increased the pressure on his thumbs and sped up the movement, digging harder into Bakugo's hips. Bakugo's legs strained in effort and he let out a quick gasp, his breath starting to come in shorter and sharper inhales.
Kirishima didn’t even try to suppress the smirk on his face. “You just gotta tell me what Kaminari told you.”
Bakugo could hear the amusement in Kirishima’s tone.
“What the hell are you smiling about?”
Kirishima snickered behind him and the blonde’s face grew red.
“Wipe that smirk off your damn face!”
Kirishima tutted. “You’re not really in a position to be making threats, you know.”
“You think I give a shit? I’ll wipe that stupid smirk off yo- GAH!”
Kirishima teased his way up towards the bottom of Bakugo's ribs, pushing past his attempt to speak. Bakugo tensed up and gripped the chair, awaiting the attack that-
Didn't come.
Kirishima shifted, bringing his fingers back to Bakugo's hips and starting again with the slow, subtle, and teasing touches. Each time Kirishima seemed like he was beginning to attack Bakugo's ribs, he would quickly and smoothly transition back to the hips.
The constant shifting between the two points was causing Bakugo to flinch and spasm each time Kirishima faked out an attack.
The repetitive tickling motion was beginning to have a cumulative effect on Bakugo. The constant upward jerking of his body each time Kirishima's fingers danced closer to his ribs caused Bakugo's temper to flair.
Bakugo shouted out an expletive when Kirishima baited him yet again. Losing a toehold on his temper.
"Stop fucking with me," he shouted, his rage boiling over, "You're pissing me off!"
Bakugo was already on edge from the teasing and prodding, so when Kirishima shrugged and suddenly launched into an outright offensive attack on his lower rib cage, he let out a loud shout of surprise.
“FUHUCK!” Bakugo bit down on his lip and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold in his laughter while Kirishima continued to relentlessly strike the soft and sensitive points on his lower rib cage.
Bakugo tried to cover the area by turning in his elbows, but he was tightly confined in place. Bakugo let out frustrated gasps and grunts in lieu of giggles as Kirishima continued to hit those sweet spots.
Kirishima was playing for keeps now, his expression serious and focused as he relentlessly pursued Bakugo's lower ribcage.
With his eyes starting to water from suppressing his laughter and the relentless attack from Kirishima's fingers, he glanced frantically around the room, searching for some type of distraction that could take his mind off the tickling. He set his eyes on Kirishima’s phone.
Fifteen minutes left.
He knew that he was running out of time to keep any sort of composure and preserve any scrap of dignity he had left.
Unfortunately, Kirishima couldn't let that happen.
Kirishima adjusted his grip and spread out his fingers to provide himself with more of a surface area to work with. He quickly began to viciously burrow his fingers into Bakugo's ribcage, aggressively rubbing and vibrating them in a large circular motion with speed and intensity.
“AHHHAhahahaha!”
Bakugo arched his back and let out a loud burst of laughter, his restraint nearly completely broken as he was unable to hold back his reaction, caught off guard by Kirishima actually following through with the attack this time.
Kirishima finally succeeded in pushing Bakugo close to the edge, and the explosive blonde’s embarrassment was evident in the way he wrenched at his bonds.
The red head was determined to see this through to the end, inching further and further up towards the spot he knew would make Bakugo spill all the marbles. The laughter became louder and more desperate as Kirishima moved closer to the sensitive area, causing Bakugo to struggle against the cuffs even harder.
Instead, Kirishima suddenly dropped his fingers back down to Bakugo's hips and started applying as much ticklish pressure as possible, pressing hard into the sensitive areas on the inside of the explosive blonde’s hips. Kirishima felt like he was getting close as Bakugo bucked and tried and failed to contain his laughter, spluttering and trying pull away from the excruciatingly ticklish sensations.
“ShihIHIHT! YOU MAHTHER FAHAHAHAKER! AGHH! STAHAHAHAP!”
“You know what you gotta tell me to make it stop!”
Bakugo continued to buck and pull on his arms and legs, desperate to get away from the maddening sensations. Kirishima continued his relentless attack on Bakugo's hips, keeping the pressure steady.
Bakugo could only manage a few inches of movement and Kirishima kept pace, not letting his friend have even a moment of respite.
“STAHAHAHHAP, KIRISHIMA DAMN IT! FAAAHAHAHAHAK!”
“Tell me!” Kirishima had to yell over Bakugo’s laughter so he could hear him. “Give it up and I’ll stop!”
Bakugo shook his head and slammed it against the headrest, his movements getting more desperate and wild as he tried to find some type of relief. Kirishima shifted himself forward and pushed his arms further through the gaps in the chair before moving down to the spaces below Bakugo's hips at the top of his thighs.
He used four fingers on each side to really dig into the ticklish blonde’s pelvis. Bakugo groaned as if he was experiencing some type of pain and tried to fold in on himself, lifting his shoulders only a few inches off of the backrest.
“AAAHHH! KIRISHIMA! DAMN IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! ILL KIHIHIHIL YOU! AAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”
“The code-”
“FAHAH- FUCK YOU! I CAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHNT REHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
His laughter spiked when Kirishima squeezed his thighs, his voice getting hoarse.
“NOHOHOHO! SHIT STAHAHAHAP! WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK!”
Kirishima stopped. Bakugo slumped, he felt sweat pool around his head and slide down his back. His eyes closed and his breathing was fast.
Time must have been up.
“Was- Was that tiiIIMMMAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! NAAHAHAHAHA!”
Kirishima shoved his hands into the blonde’s armpits, causing his body to seize as if he had been struck by lightning. The intense and relentless rubbing and undulating of Kirishima's fingers caused a sensation that Bakugo did not expect, forcing him to let loose and release an unusually high-pitched scream as his body was overrun with intense, indescribable tickles.
The suddenness of Kirishima's move straight up overwhelmed Bakugo, and he struggled to clamp his arms down and move his body away, but the restraints simply would not budge.
“AHHH! AHA AHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Kirishima watched Bakugo lose all composure. His laughter shifted to a grueling and desperate note, and Kirishima could see his resolve completely crumble when his eyebrows lifted and it looked like he was completely lost in the sensations. But Kirishima didn't relent, determined to tickle the information he needed out of his friend.
“RED! REHEHEHEHED! KIRISHIMA RED! I FAAHAHAHAHA- I FOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA THAHAHA- NAAHAHAHA!”
Kirishima shook his head. Bakugo had the code and could easily end it at any instant, but he didn’t, instead using his safe word as a cop out.
Kirishima decided that he would have to give the code and only the code, admitting full defeat in the challenge, or Kirishima would continue until he truly gave up or until the twenty minutes were up.
He refused to give the blonde any kind of bragging rights, especially if he didn't deserve it.
“Come on, man! You know you need to give up the code!”
Bakugo shook his head and repeatedly slammed his shoulders against the backrest. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
Kirishima looked at the timer.
Ten minutes left.
There was still time.
Kirishima moved his fingers downward slowly, and Bakugo's eyes shot open and his struggling intensified dramatically. The pitch of Bakugo's laughter began to rise in intensity and echo loudly through the basement, the sound magnified by the close walls and low ceilings.
Though he was moving his hands slowly towards the spot he knew Bakugo just could not stand, Kirishima was determined to reach the ultimate goal and cause his friend to completely give up.
“NO! NONONAHAHAHAHA! KIRI! WAIT- STAHAHAHP! AHH! NO DOHOHONT!”
When Kirishima finally hit it, the spot on his upper ribs right underneath his arms, there was a moment of silence as the blonde jerked violently in his restraints.
Then Bakugo screamed.
“AAAHHHHH AHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
He banged his head against the headrest and violently pulled on his arms, the skin peaking through underneath the cuffs red and scratched. He bucked his hips and tried to twist his body. He clenched and unclenched his fists, baby explosions shooting out of them. But Kirishima kept going, knowing Bakugo was approaching his limit if not already there. He dug in harder and wiggled his fingers faster.
“KIRIHIHIHHIHI———————— AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! REHEHE ——————————! STAHAHAHA——————————! I CAHAH——————————!”
As Bakugo's body was transported into the realm of silent laughter, tears flowed freely down his burning face. As if it were possible, the blonde struggled even harder against the restraints, his struggles becoming increasingly violent and frenetic as his body jerked and slammed around, slightly scooting the heavy chair. Bakugo's explosions grew in size, slowly expanding and beginning to sting Kirishima's skin.
For a moment, Kirishima regarded Bakugo’s dramatic reactions with confusion, wondering why he didn't just give up if it was that unbearable. Kirishima lightened his touch at the thought considering calling off the entire thing and giving his friend a break.
Then Bakugo took a rare breath and screamed.
“CEREAL! THE DAHAHAHAHMN CODE- IT’S CEREAL!’ NOHOW FUCKING STAAAHAAHAHAHHAHAP!”
Kirishima quickly backed off and dropped his hands. Bakugo dropped into the chair in a deep slump and breathed hard, his body exhausted and yet somehow continued to buzz with adrenaline. He kept his eyes shut and let out a loud and deep groan, attempting to collect himself as his aching body continued to respond with twitches and jolts to strong phantom tickles. His face and neck were flushed, and the small beads of sweat dripped off his hair, betraying the exertion he had just endured.
After a few minutes, Kirishima chewed his lip and spoke quietly. “You okay, man?”
Kirishima didn't receive any verbal response.
He stood up and circled the chair, leaning over take a look at Bakugo from the side. The blonde looked horrible. His face and neck were all sweaty and he completely collapsed into that chair as if he were boneless.
Kirishima had a gut wrenching, agonizing feeling that he had inadvertently pushed his friend too far. It didn't feel like it even mattered at this point whether Bakugo was being honest or using the safe word merely as a cop-out in order to avoid a full concession of defeat. One look at his friend, and Kirishima knew he should have stopped.
But why didn't he just give up the damn code?
“Why did you use the safe word instead of giving up the code?”
Again, no verbal response.
“Bakugo, answer me.”
“Don't give me orders.” Bakugo mumbled.
“Bakugo!”
“I forgot the fucking code.” Bakugo admitted coldly, spitting the words out like acid.
Kirishima blanched.
There was too much going on, his mind must have been in shambles.
Bakugo regarded his look of sympathy with a disgusted scoff. “I ended up remembering it so it doesn't fucking matter.”
Kirishima was speechless. Bakugo had reached his limit long before he stopped, and he kept going. Guilt pounded into his chest like a jackhammer. Of course he would use the safe word if he forgot.
It was a fucking safe word.
If Bakugo had any trust in him, Kirishima felt it dissolve like cotton candy dipped in water.
“I- I’m so-”
“Shut up. I don't want to hear it.”
“But-”
“I said to shut it, damn it!”
Sighing and turning his head, Kirishima understood that if he tried to push, it would only make things worse. Instead, he looked at his phone.
two minutes remained on the clock.
“You lasted a long time.”
Bakugo coughed, still looking exhausted. “No I didn’t, you idiot.”
Kirishima let silence hang in the air as he started undoing the cuffs.
Once freed, Bakugo stood out of the chair and stretched.
Then they exited the basement together in silence.
—
The air between Kirishima and Bakugo was thick as the two of them walked back to the main sidewalk in complete silence. Bakugo looked down toward the ground, keeping his hands in his pockets, appearing to be deep in thought. Kirishima kept side eyeing him, the expression on the blonde’s face unreadable.
Kirishima remained silent for the remainder of walk and allowed the tension to build and linger in the air, letting Bakugo stew in his own thoughts and emotions.
Once they reached the dorms, Kirishima whirled on Bakugo before he could reach for the handle on the front door.
“Look man, I know you don’t wanna hear it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn't stop. I should’ve put two and two together and stopped the minute you said the safe word. It was dumb and a violation and-” Kirishima looked into his eyes, willing Bakugo to see his regret. “I’m sorry.”
Kirishima maintained his gaze, not breaking off for a second while waiting for Bakugo to make his decision. Bakugo's stare was filled with disdain and anger, as the flush on the blonde’s cheeks almost faded and his fists were clenched tightly in his pockets. They remained poised for a moment, before Bakugo gave a curt nod.
Kirishima sighed, the guilt he had been feeling still there, but less suffocating. He knew Bakugo was going to need time, but at least the blonde didn't completely hate him.
Kirishima turned and opened the door entering the building and holding it open for his friend.
The dorms were bustling with life and activity, as students settled in for the evening and gathered to partake in fun activities such as watching a movie and eating snacks. Kirishima sighed as Bakugo brushed past everyone and headed towards his room without a word, ignoring everyone who greeted him and offered an invite to stay.
Midoriya turned to Kirishima a questioning look, but Kirishima could only shake his head in response.
Bakugo wasn't just mad at Kirishima.
He was mad because once again,
He’d lost.
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Childhood Secret
Primary AU
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: Bakugo and Midoriya were assigned a mission together that was set to last a couple of days. Due to the prolonged period of constant exposure to each other, the tension between the two heroes only continued to rise, resulting in some unsavory measures being taken to ensure the smooth execution of the mission.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Midoriya
Words: 1,757
Reading Time: 7 Minutes
A/N: I think I'm creating an alternate universe? haha these stories will be kind of like one shots but they might reference each other and correlate. Idk honeslty lets see what happens!
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“Kacchan-“
“Shut up, you damn nerd! You’re going to get us caught!”
“You’re the one screaming.”
“I’m not fucking screaming!”
“Kacchan!”
Bakugo and Midoriya were on a mission together, tracking down a group of thugs who were selling quirk erasure darts on the black market. The authorities had caught wind of the shady dealings and sent the two rivals to investigate. Since the investigation was far from home, the pair were forced to stay in a hotel while they gathered evidence and proof of the crime. They spent multiple nights in a nearby hotel, waiting for the best moment to confront and arrest the criminals.
Now, Bakugo and Midoriya had taken hidden positions in a bush near the suspects, waiting cautiously for the exchange that would justify the arrest. Having been forced to spend the previous few nights together, tensions were high between them, the bickering rivals on edge due to their eagerness for the mission to end.
“Kacchan, you need to-”
“Don’t tell me what the hell to do, damn it.”
Midoriya's face was pinched with irritation. He had been putting up with Bakugo's attitude since before the start of their mission, his patience wearing thin with each passing interaction. Although they only spoke when absolutely necessary, the quick exchanges were enough for Midoriya to receive a small sampling of the other's volatile temper.
Normally, he could endure it, as Bakugo usually chose to avoid the other. However, in the midst of this mission, he had no escape, and was forced to deal with Bakugo's wrath on a consistent basis.
“Kacchan please-“
“Shut up! I’m sick of hearing your stupid voice!”
“I’m just trying to-“
“That’s it!”
Bakugo uttered a grunt and moved to sit on his knees.
“What are you-“
“Getting the hell away from you. We don’t need to be in the same damn bush.”
“You can’t, they’ll see you!”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”
Bakugo had shifted his position, allowing the bush to part and expose them to the danger of being seen. Midoriya panicked, knowing he had to act quickly to prevent Bakugo from completely ruining their plan.
Midoriya quickly activated Black Whip, wrapping a tendril around Bakugo's wrist and pulling it back, reinforcing half their cover. Bakugo's face filled with confusion, his brain working slowly to comprehend Midoriya’s sudden audacity. Before he could react, Midoriya managed to grab his other arm, forcefully pulling him back into the bush. Bakugo's only reaction was a startled grunt as he tried to catch his balance.
“You fucking idiot, did you just-“
“Shhh, Kacchan! I know you’re mad but you can’t just-.”
“Get your pathetic quirk offa me!”
Instead, Midoriya summoned another tendril, its powerful coils wrapped themselves around Bakugo's waist. The tendril forcibly pushed the blonde back into a seated position. As Bakugo struggled against the restraints, Midoriya recognized that he could no longer afford to be lenient with his friend. He had to take drastic measures to ensure this whole mission wouldn’t turn out to be a huge waste of time, which it would be if he let his friend blow their cover.
With that in mind, and before he could lose his nerve, Midoriya sent a thicker tendril to the other’s face, slapping it over the explosive blondes mouth.
Bakugo’s eyes widened with pure unfiltered shock, Midoriya’s expression mirroring it. Neither of them ever figuring the green haired boy had the balls to physically shut Bakugo up. The stunned blonde didn’t move for a few seconds before his face reddened with heated anger and embarrassment. Right then and there, Midoriya almost let him go and apologized.
Almost.
Bakugo let out a burst of angry curses, despite the muffling caused by the black tendrils wrapped around his mouth. Although muted, Midoriya could still make out some of the words.
“Yhuuu fuhhhkkn mhhrrhhon, yhuuuu dhhuhr dhoh thhii thhoo mhh? I’ll khhlll yhuuu! Lht mhh ghu!”
Despite the guilt bubbling up in Midoriya’s throat, he shook his head and peeked out of the bush. “I’ll let you go when they arrive so we can arrest them. Otherwise you’re going to have to stay here. I’m sorry, Kacchan. I want this to be over as much as you do.”
The change in Midoriya's assertiveness was surprising, even to himself. He was unsure where this newfound confidence was coming from, and whether it was due to sleep deprivation, the exhaustion from dealing with Bakugo for days on end, or the new confidence he gained from developing and training new quirks. Regardless of the reason, Midoriya wasn't planning on backing down now, not when he already pissed the blonde off to the highest degree possible.
Bakugo was becoming increasingly infuriated, the veins in his temple popping out in rage. He continued shouting muffled curses at Midoriya, promising to make his life hell and inflict death upon him; the works. Midoriya ignored him, occasionally shushing him so he could focus on their targets. When Bakugo realized that Midoriya was hardly paying attention, his temper got the better of him. His hands began to spark.
Midoriya's eyes snapped back, seeing Bakugo's hands light up within their small and dry hiding place.. As Bakugo's quirk started getting louder, Midoriya quickly decided to take action and use an old trick he'd learned as a child to try to control the other's explosive temper.
Knowing that Bakugo was in a vulnerable position, Midoriya took full advantage of it, summoning two more black tendrils to dig into his unsuspecting underarms. The sparks in his hands cut off in puffs of black smoke and Bakugo’s curses and threats dissolved into shocked yelps, the random attack causing his eyes to widen in surprise before shutting in suppressed mirth. He clamped his arms to his sides and thrashed against the tendrils which Midoriya stiffened so the sound wouldn’t carry.
“Whhht thuh hehhl! Yhu’re fuhhking dhehd! Mmhmhhhm Sthhhhp!!”
Even with his arms clamped firmly to his sides, Black Whip was still able to wiggle through, the skinny tendrils flicking against his hollows.
“Yhu bhhuhuhsrd! Sthhp!”
Bakugo opened furious, red eyes to fix them on Deku’s timid green ones. Everything in his expression told Deku that he was going to blast him out of existence. Deku knew that once he used his quirk on Bakugo, his fate was sealed. But just because he accepted it, doesn’t mean that he was going to go down without a fight. Deku squinted his eyes at Kacchan.
“If you can calm down-“
“Dhhn tlhh mhe thu chhlm dwnn, bhhstrd! Ihhhl khhll- MMMmmmhhh!”
In the middle of Bakugo’s usual rant, Deku sent some tendrils to mess with his sides, flicking up and down and dragging them around slowly. Growing up with the aggressive blonde, Deku was the only one alive that was aware of his ticklishness. Although the playful tickle fights stopped after Bakugo’s quirk manifested, Deku hoped he still would be.
And boy, was he.
Bakugo had his eyes scrunched closed. He was no longer cursing or screaming, just looked like he was trying to control his reactions, occasionally thrashing or twitching when a tendril found a sweet spot. For a minute, Deku thought he successfully tamed the wild animal he called friend, until sparks flew again in the corner of his vision.
Immediately, Deku directed the tendrils teasing his sides to go straight for that cripplingly ticklish spot Bakugo had as a kid, the spot right underneath his armpits and above his ribs, praying that it was still as sensitive after all these years.
Bakugo’s body siezed, the sparks discontinued, and he immediately dissolved into muffled laughter. He shook his head and glared at Midoriya, which lost all its bite from the tears of mirth that began to pool in them. Deku couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched his childhood friend struggle against sensations he probably forgot he could experience.
Bakugo struggled hard against Black Whip but it was no use. The tendrils dug and swirled ticklishly on his ribs. Bakugo did everything in his power to keep his composure, but once that spot was nicked, all hope was lost. It had been so long since he was tickled, he forgot how stupidly debilitating it could feel. He forgot all about using his quirk and wanting to leave the bush, he just wanted Deku to stop.
Deku kept this up for a few seconds before easing up, realizing from Bakugo’s increasingly reddening face, that with his mouth covered he could only get air from his nose. Once he could breathe again, he shot a dangerous glare at Midoriya.
“Nehhhvu dho tht agnnnn, yhu hrr mhe?”
“I won’t if you can calm down and stay here. Were almost done.”
“Ght thss ohh mhi mouh.”
Deku nodded and pulled his quirk back from Bakugo’s mouth. The blonde stretched his jaw and scowled at the other, giving him a death stare.
“You’ll pay for that, you bastard.” But his voice was notably hushed.
“Are you going to stay in the bush?”
“Fuck you and this bush!”
“Kacchan!”
“You listen to me, you- AH!”
The tendrils squirmed under his arms, and his eyes widened as he remembered they were there.
“Deku!”
“I’m sorry, but we’re so close, and I don’t want to be here longer than we have to.“
“Whatever, you damn nerd. Get your dumb quirk offa me.”
“Fine.” Deku reined in Black Whip. “The truck’s pulling up.”
After waiting, watching, and biding their time, the villains finally made the illegal exchange. Deku and Bakugo stepped in and proceeded to do what they were trained to do; knocking them around and rounding them up for transportation. Once they had reported their findings and secured the arrest of the villains, Deku chanced a glance at Bakugo. What he did in the bush may have crossed a line, and he wanted to address it.
“Kacchan, I-”
“Never speak of it.”
“… I just-”
“Ever.”
Deku was aware of when it was appropriate for him to stop attempting to engage in heated discussion with the blonde, so he did. He often found himself yearning to have actual conversations with Kacchan, wanting to finally put aside their past conflicts and issues and simply interact like normal people. Like friends.
However, today was not meant to be that day, nor would tomorrow be either. Deku accepted this with calm and determined patience, hoping that the time would come when Kacchan was ready to accept his friendship. Until then, he would simply wait, with the unshakable hope and faith that it would happen one day.
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Hii, just wanted to say that I recently stumbled upon your page and I love how well written your fics are; there's just something different about the way you write that draws me into the story :D I saw that you opened requests for short stories so could I request for lee Kirishima and ler Bakugou? Maybe Kiri pranked Bakugou, but Bakugou isn't big on pranks so he decides to tickle Kiri to get him back for the prank instead. Tickle spot could be the ribs, but I don't mind if you wanna change it :> Thankss
A/N: Ahhh thank you so much for your kind words! I was really excited to write this so thank you for requesting it! Hope you enjoy!
Shut Up and Laugh!
Primary AU
Words: 1,086
Reading Time: 4 Minutes
Pairing: Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugo
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“I’M SORRY!”
“GET BACK HERE, SHITTY HAIR!”
Kirishima’s arms and legs pumped hard as he vaulted over the table and spun around, meeting eyes with a soaking wet Bakugo who was so angry, Kirishima thought he could he see steam rising out of his ears.
“Come on, man! I said I was sorry!”
“I’m going to make you regret the day you were born, you bastard! Get over here!”
Bakugo ran to the left of the table, and Kirishima matched him, running to the right.
“Stop running!” Bakugo growled, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.
Kirishima had been feeling mischievous that day and wanted to pull a prank on the angry blonde. So he set a bucket of water on top of the apartment door and left it slightly ajar, so that whoever opened it would get splashed. After setting everything up, he invited Bakugo over, who foolishly opened the door and got rewarded with water spilling all over him and soaking into his shirt and pants. His stunned expression and lack of physical reaction; Just stating there with his mouth open in shock, caused Kirishima to explode into a laughing fit, breaking Bakugo out of his stunned trance at the mention of posting a video from a hidden camera somewhere in the apartment to the group chat they shared with their friends.
“Okay, maybe if you took a second to calm- AH!”
Bakugo slammed his hand on the table and started to jump it, comically slipping back off and crashing onto the floor. Kirishima bursted into laughter at the stunned blonde’s expression. He bent over and held his waist, laughing harder when Bakugo tried to get up and fell back down again.
Bakugo growled and used a small explosion to slide his way over and like a bowling ball, crashed into Kirishima. The red head yelped, tripping and landing hard on his back, caught off guard by the use of the explosive quirk indoors.
Bakugo easily straddled Kirishima who was weakened by his continuous laughing fit and shoved the red head’s wrists underneath his knees, locking them in place.
“You’re geheheting me all wehehet!” Kirishima broke into another bout of laughter at Bakugo’s frustrated expression.
“You trying to make a fool outta me?!” He yelled, an irritated vein popping visibly from his temple.
“Ihihit was just a prahahank! It was funny! And then you goho and fall ahahaohof the tahahahable? Ahhhahahahahaha!”
“You wanna keep laughing? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”
Before Kirishima could register what was happening, he was laughing for a whole other reason. He bucked as the blonde on top of him dug ruthlessly into his sides. Caught off guard at the randomness of the ticklish attack, Kirishima couldn’t stop himself from falling into surprised laughter, kicking his legs and pressing his knees against the blondes back, trying to push him off.
“Laugh at this, you dumbass!” Bakugo growled, still somehow seeming menacing and pissy despite the fact that he was now tickling his friend to tears.
“Bahahahahakugo whahahat ahahare you dohoing? AHH!”
Bakugo’s fingers dug into his sides, moving down slightly to press into his hips. Kirishima broke into bucking laughter, thrashing a little harder and trying to wrench his hands free.
The wet blonde smiled. “Tch, Figures. You would be this ticklish. You look like an idiot!”
Kirishima yelped and arched his back when Bakugo teased up his sides again.
“Where the hell is your bad spot, huh?” Bakugo wondered out loud, pinching along his sides, spidering along his stomach and inching himself down to dig into his hips.
“STAHAHAP! I’m sohohory!” Kirishima shook his head back and forth, trying to wrench his hands from underneath the blondes knees, but Bakugo held fast, not letting Kirishima escape.
“Shut up! You’re gonna be sorry after I’m done with you!” With a growl, Bakugo poked at Kirishima’s ribs and the red head jolted, bucked his hips, and let out a startled yelp all at the same time. An evil smile spread across Bakugo’s face making Kirishima genuinely regret his actions for the first time that night.
“Bakugo! Hey, Im sorry! I shouldn’t have done it, I-“
“Nah, it’s too late for that!” The blonde cracked his knuckles for shameless emphasis. “This will show you what happens when you mess with me! NOW DIEE!”
Bakugo ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Kirishima’s ribs, digging into, around, and between the bones with scary pin point accuracy. It was mercilessly devastating and Kirishima bucked so hard Bakugo almost lost his balance. For a few moments, there was only thrashing, then there was loud, hard laughter that surprised even Kirishima himself.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAH! BAHAHAKUGO NAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!”
“Shut up and laugh!”
“HAHAHAHOHOW CAHAHAN I SHUHUT UP AND LAHAHAHAHGUH?”
“That’s it!”
Kirishima doubled over when Bakugo vibrated all of his fingers into his bottom ribs. Kirishima mindlessly kicked and bucked, slamming his back onto the ground and hitting his head hard against the floor. His hilarity gave way to silent laughter. Bakugo smiled deviously, taking his silent laughter as one hundred percent victory.
“————- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAKKUHUHUHU———— STAHA-HAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHHESE!”
Kirishima wanted so badly to use his quirk, but he was unable to concentrate fully enough to do so, the sparkling electric current that was spamming his ribs reached his brain in unmeasurable speeds, causing him to buck and writhe and gasp as Bakugo absolutely let him have it. Bakugo kept going despite the Kirishima’s begging, his victim’s face and neck turning the same color as his hair.
Once Kirishima started wheezing, Bakugo finally let up. He jumped off of the red head who stayed stuck where he was on the floor, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath.
“I… wasn’t… expecting that.” Kirishima huffed in between breaths.
“I wont go so easy next time, asshole.” Bakugo cursed, pulling at his still wet shirt uncomfortably. “Hope it was worth it shitty hair. Is that stupid prank the reason you had me come to this shit hole?”
Kirishima shook his head, regaining his breath and sitting up. Bless his amazing stamina. “No, I got new monitors and I wanted to show you. I got a shirt for you too, man! No hard feelings.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, but they shone with interest. “Whatever.”
“Hey, Bakugo?”
“Huh?”
“Are you ticklish?”
Bakugo scoffed. “Of course not. I’m not some childish weirdo like you. Now show me the damn monitors.”
Kirishima raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t say anything more. Maybe one day he would find out the truth, but not today.
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Secrets; Secrets Are No Fun
One Shots
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: It’s movie night and somehow, some of class 1A had convinced Bakugo to join them. When a jump scare knocks Kaminari into an unsuspecting Bakugo, chaos ensues for the angry blonde.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler BakuSquad
Words: 3,450
Reading Time: 13 Minutes
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and thought I would share. Enjoy!
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It was storming outside. Rain pounded against the roof and wind carried it across the glass. Everyone was gathered in the common room covered in blankets and telling scary stories.
Kirishima and Kaminari held their audience captive as they used ominous voices to tell the chilling story of a man with black bat wings for arms and a craving for human flesh. Mina was enamored with the story, shoving popcorn in her mouth at world record speeds. Midoriya looked petrified as he held a pillow over his face, Todoroki occasionally deadpanned questions and Sero did his best to look brave and unbothered, but everyone could tell his skin was crawling.
Bakugo was in the kitchen, sipping on some water and watching the morons entertain the extras. He rolled his eyes and looked at the time.
10:30pm
Suppressing a yawn, he decided to head to bed. He finished his drink, and threw the bottle away on his way out.
“Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled.
“Huh?” Bakugo growled but he stopped walking to see what dumb hair wanted.
“We’re about to watch a horror movie! if you stay we’ll let you pick!”
“Why would I waste my time hanging out with you idiots?” And with that he continued walking, tunnel vision for the path to his room, until he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.
“Kacchan never liked horror movies, when we were younger, he would act like he wasn't scared but he would actively avoid them back then too.”
Immediately, Bakugo whirled around to meet the gaze of the annoying nerd he’d begrudgingly considered a rival.
“What the hell did you just say, damn Deku?” He started walking towards him, causing the smaller boy to shriek. Kirishima blocked Bakugo’s path, motioning for the other to calm down.
“Bakugo, chill-”
Bakugo pushed Kirishima off and glared at Deku who was hiding behind an also terrified Sero. He pointed at him and cursed. “I’m not scared of anything! Pick whatever movie you bastards want to watch and hurry up!” With a huff, he sat down angrily in front of the tv. After a moment, everyone quickly took their positions as well, gathering blankets, pillows, and snacks.
Around 20 minutes into the movie, Bakugo had relaxed enough to lay back against the couch with his arm over his head, using his wrist as a way to prop up his head. Bakugo gritted his teeth as the electric hero next to him was vibrating out of pure fear. He jumped at every little shadow, expecting something to jump out at him at any moment.
Bakugo was genuinely interested in this part of the movie, so he clenched his jaw and tried to ignore it, promising himself he would wait until the scene ended to cuss him out. Then, in the movie a demon doll jumped out of the closet, causing Kaminari to shriek and fling himself onto Bakugo.
Kaminari grabbed at the first thing he could, which would have been the blonde’s arm but because his head was leaning on his wrist, he grabbed onto Bakugo’s ribs instead. Bakugo yelled, jerked his arm down, and pushed at Kaminari, losing it when Kaminari kept grabbing at him even after the scene was over.
“AAAHGH! Gehet the hell off of me, Dunce face!”
Kaminari stopped, everyone stopped, even the rain had stopped. Bakugo’s heart beat wildly in his chest, and it was so quiet, he was sure everyone could hear it.
Mina opened her mouth first, suppressing the obvious bout of giggles that wanted to pour out of her. “Did Bakugo just-”
Kaminari gaped at Bakugo and while the blonde was distracted and before he lost his nerve, used that opportunity to reach out and intentionally pinch his ribs. Bakugo jerked back and moved his arm protectively over his body, glaring at the electric hero with a deathly scowl. Kaminari couldn’t help it, his eyes lit up with excitement and a smirk crossed his features.
“No freaking way! Dude, are you ti-”
In one fluid motion, Bakugo harshly shoved Kaminari off of the couch. The electric hero fell to the floor with a startled yelp, cringing when he landed hard on his shoulder.
“Whoa, what just happened?” Kirishima asked, jogging over to Kaminari and reaching a hand to help. Kaminari swiftly recovered and ignored Kirishima’s gesture. Irritated from aggression he didn’t think he deserved, he stood up and pointed at Bakugo who was also standing, looking like he was ready to murder the other.
“Keep your damn mouth shut, dunce!” Bakugo threatened through clenched teeth. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
It took Kaminari a few seconds to weigh his options. Continuing on like he was would surely guarantee a slow and painful death at the explosive hands of the angry blonde. But feeling his shoulder pulse from his tumble, he was feeling less than gracious. He pointed at Bakugo and sang with a shit eating grin;
“Bakugo is ticklish!”
Everyone’s jaws hit the floor. Bakugo froze, refusing to shift his eyes from Kaminari’s smug face. Boiling anger steamed at his core, making him see red. “No, I’m not.” He growled.
Kirishima was the first to speak, not bothering to hide his grin. “No way, man.” He chuckled. “Is that true, Bakugo?”
“Of course not!” Bakugo’s eyes finally left Kaminari’s, inconspicuously darting around his surroundings. The couch was right beside him, there was another couch right behind him with a small gap he could get through then the door would be a straight sho-
Kaminari took a step towards Bakugo and the blonde instinctively took a step back, immediately cursing himself for showing that kind of nervousness.
“Whoa,” Sero said, moving to stand. “I’ve never seen Bakugo stressed out before!” He grinned and flexed his arms, intentionally reminding Bakugo of his quirk.
Bakugo knew that if he got restrained by Sero’s tape, the only way out would be to destroy the entire building. Which he was briefly considering when Mina spoke up. “Aww that’s so cute! A tough guy like you, ticklish?” She practically squealed into her hands. She grabbed Deku and shook him. “Did you know about this? Of course you did, you two grew up together! Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Midoriya yelped and scratched the back of his head. Shrinking back into himself, trying to disappear. He refused to even look in Kacchan’s direction, already feeling stressed out for his friend. “Actually, I’d really rather not get involved.”
“This is gold!” Kirishima whooped. He took a step towards Bakugo, softening his expression when he realized how overwhelmed and stiff Bakugo looked.
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Kacchan.” Kaminari grinned. “You might have to start being nicer to us!”
Bakugo gritted his teeth in an effort to keep his voice steady and his hands free from explosions. There was a reason why his heart was beating 100 miles a minute, and he knew what it was.
He couldn’t beat all of them. If they wanted to, they could turn him into a puddle of weakness with just a few fingers.
And they look like they wanted to.
A million responses whirled through his mind. Threats, excuses, dismissals, even remaining silent. But when he opened his mouth, only words to be regretted came out. “Fuck off! I knew hanging out with you losers was a waste of time. I’m outta here.”
Although his heart raced and every instinct in his body told him not to, he shoved his hands into his pockets, turned his back, and rounded the couch. His eyes were fixed, the door to freedom in the line of sight. The hairs on the back of his neck stood right before a hand closed around his wrist. He quickly shoved it off but it was replaced by arms as hard as rocks wrapping around his waist. In a flurry of friendly faces, amused laughter, and tape, despite his violent efforts, the explosive blonde found himself bound with his wrists next to his head and his legs together.
His face burned with embarrassment and he wasted no time struggling in his bonds, trying to rip the tape from the ground. Despite his better judgment, his hands started to pop.
“Come on, Bakugo! You know you can't use your quirk in here.” Kirishima said.
The sparks in his hands died but he still struggled. “Let me go! don’t fucking touch me- STOP!” Bakugo screamed when he felt hands scribble up his sides.
“Why? Does it tickle?” Kaminari’s voice was smug as he scribbled and pinched up and down Bakugo’s sides. Mina giggled and with Sero and Kirishima, took their spots around him. Bakugo felt his face burn up again and he clenched his teeth, feeling small sparks of electricity jolt his brain, causing him to flinch and jerk whenever Kaminari hit a soft spot. This wasn't lost on the electric hero, as he smirked and pressed his fingers in harder.
Bakugo was about to say something insulting when suddenly he clamped his mouth shut. He felt hands on his ribs, under his arms, on his stomach and thighs. He arched his back slightly, and held his breath. Aside from twitches and sudden bursts of laughter disguised as coughs, Bakugo managed to keep his cool and along with it, his dignity.
After a few minutes, Kaminari huffed in annoyance. “I think we need to kick it up a notch, let me test something out.” Before Bakugo could protest, he lightly activated his quirk and the sensations ripped through his body like lightning. Bakugo bucked once before splutters escaped his pursed lips. He threw his head back and squinted his eyes shut, trying desperately to keep his laughter at bay.
“Come on, Kacchan! You know you want to laugh!” Kaminari teased.
“Yeah, come on, Bakugo!” Mina giggled, pressing harder into his ribs earning another sharp yank at the restraints. “Midoriya, you have to tell us where his spot is.”
His eyes suddenly flew open and his mouth opened to shout his protests, but when he felt the scribbling in his underarms graduate to kneading, he shut his mouth.
Midoriya looked uncomfortable, sitting on the couch while everyone else swarmed his childhood friend. “N-no, that's okay.” He smiled nervously and put his hands up. “You guys seem to have it covered.”
“But he's not laughing!” Mina whined, taking her hands off of his ribs.
Everyone else followed suit, and Bakugo relaxed, surprising himself with how out of breath he was. “I’m not going to say it again!” He breathed. “Let me go!”
“Not until we get you to laugh buddy.” Kirishima smiled.
“Dream on, you shitty haired bastard! You’re all dead!”
“Midoriya?” Mina asked. “Come on, you cant let him get away with that!”
“Yeah come on, man! Unless you want what he's getting.” Sero smiled and pulled out a little bit of tape. Everyone looked from Sero to Midoriya, evil grins coating their faces. Midoriya’s face changed from bashful to horrified as his friends stood up to advance on him.
Midoriya quickly stood up, almost tripping over his own feet. “W-wait, guys?”
“Come on, Midoriya, we would hate to have to get it out of you!” Kaminari said, electric sparks covering his hands. Midoriya gulped, wondering how sitting in the corner quietly ended with him being the next target. He thought about trying to hold out for his friend, getting tickled until he couldn't breathe to save Kacchan from the humiliation, or just straight up running for it.
He put his hands up in surrender. “Come on, guys. This isn't a good idea, he doesn't like it and when we were younger these-”
“If you wanna be next, keep talking!” Sero said with an evil glint in his eye. Midoriya clamped his mouth shut. The closer they got, the more Midoriya's heart pounded in his chest. He knew he wouldn't last ten seconds before he told them everything they wanted to know. They were dedicated to this. Either way, Kacchan was screwed and at this point, he would rather skip the process if he could. “Wait! Okay okay, I'll tell you.”
Bakugo had hardly been listening to the exchange between his classmates and the nerd. As soon as the spotlight left him, he went back to trying to escape Sero’s tape which, predictably, he couldn’t. Then he heard Midoriya concede with his hands up and everyone surrounding him. He whispered something incoherent and everyone turned to look at him with sly and evil faces. Kaminari even rubbed his hands together and let out a small chuckle, electricity sparking from them like a faulty socket. It didn’t take long for Bakugo to put two and two together.
“What the hell? Wait!” He yelled as everyone resumed their positions around him. He tried to turn his head to glare at Deku, but the cowardly bastard wouldn't even look at him. His voice was filled with more betrayal than he intended, but his focus was elsewhere at the moment. “You damn nerd! What- What did you-”
“Now!”
Bakugo’s body exploded with ticklish sensations. Thumbs rubbed ticklishly right in the tendons of his underarms. Fingers scribbled all over his lower ribs, kneading right into the bone. Thumbs worked his hips, where the ticklish electric current wasn’t making it any more bearable. Bakugo clamped his eyes and mouth shut and jerked around hysterically, trying to loosen his restraints at least a little. He coughed as they tickled him, trying to expel some of that ticklish energy while trying to threaten and curse them. It was when some of the giggles knocking around the back of his throat got loose that he realized he was rapidly approaching his breaking point.
He squinted open a watering eye to see Kaminari’s wicked smile over his head. Suddenly, He felt the fingers on his ribs start kneading upwards. He couldn’t help the sudden short laugh that slipped past his pursed lips.
“Get your hah-hands offa me, Dunce Fahce!” Bakugo squirmed, trying to push his body up in an effort to slow the ascent of Kaminari’s fingers.
Kaminari giggled and kept climbing the bonde’s rib cage, excited to see how his reactions grew more intense with each rib that he climbed.
Bakugo swore, hardly able to keep a coherent thought together as he felt Kaminari’s devious fingers heading towards the point of no return. He thrashed in his restraints even harder, feeling less of the tickling around his body and more of it around Kaminari’s fingers. Then suddenly, the fingers on his ribs reached their final destination and Bakugo jerked so violently, even the tape shifted on the floor. He silently jerked around for a few seconds before bringing his chin to his chest in a desperate attempt to sit up. When that didn’t work, he could do nothing but arch his back, throw his head back and finally…
“AAAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOHOHOHOAAHAHAHAHA!”
“YES!!” Everyone cheered.
Bakugo was a pink-faced mess on the ground. Now that the flood gates were open, he couldn’t help the hysterical laughter that poured out of him. Everything tickled like hell and try as he might, he couldn’t do anything about it. Kaminari focused on that spot longer than Bakugo felt he could tolerate, his laughter going completely silent for a few seconds before the next breath set it off again.
“NONOHOHOAHAHAH FUCK! AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
“I’ve never heard him laugh like this before! It’s adorable!” Mina squealed.
“This is pretty awesome! Too bad we’ll be dead before we can hear it again. Because he’s going to kill us.” Sero said as a matter of factly.
“Come on, he’s taking it like a man!” Kirishima laughed as he tickled harder.
“BAHAHAHHASTERDS! STAHAHHAHA- STA- GAAAHAHAHAH!! NO! KAHAHAMINARIHIHI STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Kaminari’s eyes widened at the use of his name. His thumbs dug harder into Bakugo’s sweet spot, rubbing in little torturous circles. Bakugo thrashed and writhed on the ground, arching his back and frantically opening and closing his fists. Even though Kaminari knew he wasn’t having a good time, he had to admit the large smile plastered on the others' face was a nice sight. Maybe he should tickle Bakugo more often. He smiled in thought, missing that the frantic blonde was starting to wheeze.
“Kaminari,” Midoriya stood and took a hesitant step toward his friend. “That’s too much, he can only handle that for a few sec-.”
“SHUHUT UP, YOU DAHAHMN- AAAHHAHAHAHAHHA!”
Sero dug Into his hips and Bakugo lost it. He yanked harder at the restraints, starting to lose track of who was doing what when he was trying so hard to dislodge Kaminari’s fingers.
“Hey, be nice! He’s trying to help you, dude!”
“YOUHUHUHU BAHAHA- FAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH! GET OOAHAHAHAHAFF!”
Kaminari laughed and dug in. Sero found a better grip and rubbed his fingers into the bone. Kirishima squeezed his thighs and Mina pressed her thumbs into his lower ribs. Bakugo arched his back and his laughter grew silent. He jerked around on the floor, knees rising and falling just a few centimeters with each struggle. The prospect of begging briefly slipping into his mind and it weighed on him like a rock. He didn’t want to beg, but…
“AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! WAIT! I CAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAH! DAHMN IT! MAHEHEHE- MAHAHAKE THEM STAHA- SSTAHAHAHAHAHAHP!”
“Guys!” Midoriya said firmly.
Bakugo’s hands opened from laughter induced fists and small sporadic sparks popped out of them. They gradually grew bigger and louder the more desperate he got. Belly laughter shook his entire frame and made his face and throat sore.
He didn’t want to beg, but…
Kaminari moved his fingers slightly up, sliding right into the center of Bakugo’s death spot. His entire body jolted as if he had been struck by lightning before panicking and finally losing all control. He no longer cared about what he looked or sounded like, he just wanted out.
“NO! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAHAHAHAHAHY! GUHYES STOP! GAHAAAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHACK! PAHAHAHA- PLEHEHAAHAHAH-”
He released a small explosion. Kaminari yelped and jolted back, the blast missing him by a few inches.
Everyone stopped.
Bakugo slumped and he closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell with the effort to replenish the oxygen he lost and his face was bright red with embarrassment. He felt someone messing with the tape, and in a few seconds he was free. He laid there for a moment before sitting up.
He stood. Everything was still and everyone was quiet. They watched with wide eyes as he shoved his hands into his pockets and rounded the couch. Before walking out of the room, he turned his head and channeled all of his emotions into a cold hearted stare, unleashing everything he wanted to scream in the form of a crippling look aimed straight at Deku. The green-haired boy stared back, understanding that the role he played in this situation had crossed a line. He sighed, knowing that the amount of steps he and Bakugo had been taking to get used to each other had been officially divided by two.
Deku finally looked down at his feet but Bakugo didn’t relent until he reached the door, yanked it open, and walked out.
The rain stopped and the sun broke through the clouds. Everyone remained silent, each sharing a look of regret even after the sound of Bakugo’s footsteps faded.
Kaminari was the first to speak. “We went too far.”
“No kidding.” Mina agreed.
Sero sighed. “What do we do now?”
“Man,” Kirishima sighed. “We screwed up big time. We should go and apologize.”
“How do you apologize to someone like Bakugo?” Sero asked, not bothering to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“I mean, we can start with ‘i’m sorry.’” Mina suggested.
Kaminari bit his lip. He knew he was the one that pushed Bakugo too far. He took advantage of information he knew would be embarrassing and he exploited it mercilessly. He looked over at Midoriya whose eyes were fixed on his own shoes, looking as guilty as he felt.
“I didn’t mean for it to go this far, it was just tickling.” Mina sighed. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“It is to Kacchan.” Midoriya said in a low voice. he looked up from his shoes. “I’m the one to blame, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Me too,” Kaminari said. “It’s my fault too. He told me to stop and I didn’t listen.”
“It’s not your fault Midoriya, we were going to do it anyway. We would have found out eventually.” Sero said. “Kaminari, we all kept going after he said stop. It’s not just on you.”
Kaminari nodded, but didn’t look convinced.
“The only thing we can do now is find him and apologize.” Mina said, standing.
“Right, let’s go find him.” Kirishima said.
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Your Turn, Blasty
Alright, this fic is a self indulgent spin off based off of @wreckingtickles’s Auction series! This fic is taking place in Bundle 2 immediately after Shindo says,
“Too bad. I would have loved to show Blasty here a good time.”
Enjoy!
Words: 2,797
Reading Time: 11 Minutes
“Too bad. I would have loved to show Blasty here a good time.”
Bakugo snarled and cussed while Shindo only went on smiling
Suddenly, the cuffs covering Shindo’s wrists opened and his arms flew down, unprepared for them to actually grant his request, he banged his elbows against the metal arm wrests. The bonds around his legs opened as well and after a moment of shocked realization, he shot Bakugo an evil, shit eating grin.
Bakugo blanched. “What? What the hell?” He yelled, watching as Shindo stood slowly from his chair, stretching his arms over his chest and dusting himself off theatrically.
Non-Ladies and Non-gents, It would take less than a second to put Black back into his chair, so I personally would love to see if he could get Orange to squirm! What do you all think?
The unseen crowd erupted in excited applause. Bakugo tugged uselessly at his arms once before throwing Shindo a dangerous glare. Shindo sauntered casually over to Bakugo, making the blonde’s heart race, which pissed him off even more.
“You bastard!” Bakugo growled. “Don’t you fucking-“
“You think cursing at me is gonna make me go easier on you?” Shindo happily interrupted, stopping in front of Bakugo’s chair. He lifted his hands out and sent vibrations through them. The vibrations shook his hands like a massager gun, making the blonde’s heart leap frustratingly hard into his throat.
“You motherfu-“
“You have no idea how much fun this is gunna be for me.” Shindo smiled sharply.
“Shindo, STAahahahHAP! Leheheheave him alone!” Kirishima giggled out before the mechanical hands dug in harder sending him back into laughter.
“Yohohou can- ahahahahha get- ahahahas ouhuhuhut!” Midoriya managed through his tired giggles.
“That would be true if this was real,” Shindo made a show of rolling up sleeves he didn’t have, refusing to take his eyes off of his deliciously helpless target. “But in this dream or whatever this is, hands materialize out of nowhere and float. In a world where we are trapped by a…?”
Interdimensional announcer!
“Yes, an interdimentional announcer that could make that happen, I could get snatched up in a second if I tried anything. Less than a second if anyone was paying attention.”
Right again! That’s two for two!
His condescending eyes rested on Bakugo’s. “I might as well get some fun while they’re letting me.” He looked up into the darkness. “You wouldn’t wanna share that chart you have on em’, would ya?”
Right again! Isn’t he bright, folks?
Shindo shrugged and placed his hands on the angry blonde’s sides. “Guess I’ll have to figure it out myself.” Bakugo bared his teeth at him like a wild animal, an irritated vein visibly pulsing in his temple. Shindo sighed dramatically and spoke again.
“It sucks that not everyone here can focus enough to witness you break, I’m sure they would get a kick out of it.”
What do you say everyone? Shall we turn down the noise so we can enjoy the Grinch’s struggle? I personally would love to hear every little sound he makes.
The unseen crowed cheered again and the hysterical laughter of his classmates died down. Soon, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and chair creaking.
Shindo’s smile widened. “Your turn, Blasty.”
Before Bakugo could react, he dug in.
Shindo didn’t use his quirk right away, instead he raked his fingers over Bakugo’s sides and stomach, recalling how hard he was trying to hold in his reactions while these spots were targeted. He felt the blonde’s muscles tense and saw goosebumps appear on his skin. He smiled wickedly.
“Fucker!” Bakugo spat. “Get your damn hands offa me!” Bakugo felt the urge to struggle again, to yank his arms and kick his legs, but he knew it was useless and would do nothing but make him look sensitive and weak. So he stayed where he was, teeth grinding and unmoving.
Shindo knew what he was doing. He lightly traced his fingers over Bakugo’s stomach and scribbled them over his sides. Bakugo’s body reluctantly leaned to the right when a stray finger scratched at the edge of his stomach toward his sides. Noticing the reaction, Shindo doubled down, using his other hand to mirror it, scratching lightly.
“Get the fuck away from me, damn it!” Bakugo yelled, steeling his body of any reactions. “You fucking creep!”
Pick up the pace, Black! You only have a few minutes before we continue.
Instead of being discouraged, Shindo smiled and Bakugo’s eyes widened when he started feeling the faintest vibration coming from the other’s fingers.
“Aw boo, looks like there’s little time to waste.” Shindo placed his thumbs over Bakugo’s hips, making the other scowl.
“I’m not ticklish there, you freak. Didn’t you see that or are you that stupid?”
Without a response, Shindo dug his fingers into Bakugo’s waist with vibrating fingers, pressing his thumbs into his hips in agonizing circles. Bakugo flinched, face contouring into a confused expression. Earlier, when the hands attacked him there, he hadn’t felt ticklish. But now, as Shindo was drawing circles onto his skin with those vibrating thumbs, he couldn’t ignore the jolt of electricity that seared into his chest and made him buck.
Like I said folks, Black’s quirk is perfect for tickling. Our hands didn’t elicit a single reaction from Orange, although we truly weren’t trying, but Black doesn’t disappoint!
Shindo chuckled at the commentary. He moved his hands down, pressing into the soft spaces below his hips. Bakugo twitched in his restraints, glaring and cursing in his usual fashion.
Black seems to be messing with Orange, even after knowing his time is quickly running out. Anyone curious as to what he’s up to?
The invisible audience all grunt in agreement as Bakugo finds it harder and harder to hold still. Knowing that there was a time limit on Shindo further solidified his resolve to stay absolutely still as the fool in front of him rubbed and pinched at his skin like a delusional dumbass.
Yawn! Seems like he was all talk, folks! What do you say, should we pull him and continue?
In that moment, Bakugo made a horrible mistake. One that Shindo had been waiting for. The announcer threatening to pull Shindo caused him to get cocky. He slightly relaxed, a premature celebration when he assumed that Shindo only had a few seconds before he somehow ended up back in his own chair. Not to mention how hard he failed at making Bakugo so much as squirm. So in that moment, he dropped his guard. But as soon as Shindo saw it, he took his hands off of the Blonde’s hips and latched them onto the middle of his ribs. His thumbs kneaded and wiggled roughly into the skin, vibrating harshly and precisely.
Before he could stop himself, Bakugo let out a surprised bark, yanking once at his arms before holding them in that tight position, his biceps straining against the straps. He arched his back slightly and grunted, averting his eyes to avoid the gaze of the smug hero in front of him.
Whoa! I might have spoke too soon! Looks like Black finally struck a nerve! This is so good, we don’t even care about the wasted time. Don’t worry, folks, he’ll pay handsomely for it.
Shindo shrugged his shoulders at the threat, as if didn’t mean much to him. “Looks like I gotta get my moneys worth.” He said with a grin. Bakugo shifted his eyes, a steady stream of curses flowing from his mouth through clenched teeth.
“I’m gonna kiiiaAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Well would you look at that, looks like Black didn’t need his chart after all!
At one point, Shindo and his school had been doing charity work with the student of U.A. Having heard of Bakugo and is animalistic behavior at the famous sports festival, his ear caught the Blonde’s name as he heard talk amongst the students of class 1A. Unable to hear all of the specifics, he gathered that Kirishima had accidentally discovered Bakugo’s ticklishness, and the rest of them ganged up on him until he inevitably broke, revealing his weakness to just that small group of classmates.
Shindo found that quite embarrassing. Not only was the feral asshole extremely ticklish, but his friends shamelessly blabbed out loud about it, not bothering to check if anyone like him was listening. He eventually lost interest and walked away, but not before he learned some information that he never thought would be so valuable.
Not until now.
Shindo had never particularly planned to use this information against Bakugo, but if there was an optimal time to do it, that time was now.
Bakugo bucked his hips and lifted his entire body, trying to leap out of the chair. Although he could barely lift himself a few centimeters, he stayed in that position for a few moments until he let himself thud heavily against the seat, shifting his body away from those damned vibrating fingers as much as he could. But no matter where he went, they stayed glued to his horrifically ticklish ribs.
“No cheating me out of my moment, Blasty!” Shindo teased. Bakugo jolted with a yell when the vibrations became more intense and the two thumbs kneading his ribs turned into ten fingers on each side, harshly jellyfishing and kneading ticklishly into the taut skin.
Bakugo choked and thrashed, feeling himself losing control with every second the Ketsubustu bastard raked and clawed at his skin. He pressed his hot face into his bicep, mouth and eyes clamped shut and twitching, chest and throat punching with restrained laughter. He held his breath, the determination and stubbornness not to let this fucker, of all people break him was so fierce, he was willing to hold his breath until he suffocated.
Instead, his breath was forcibly released in the form of a high pitched gasp when those fingers wandered upwards to knuckle into the spot under his arms at the top of his ribs. His “silence” lasted about 5 seconds.
“MMFFH! AAAKKK! AHHHHH SHIT! AHAH! MOTHER FUHHUCK- YOHUHU FUCKING- NAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAH STAHAHAHAP!”
Bakugo spluttered and thrashed in his restraints, moving every which way instead of away, despite his constant pulling, cursing and threatening, his arms stayed trapped above his head and his legs firmly taut to the chair.
And there it is, folks! Orange’s number one spot, revealed to us by his fellow hero! Doesn’t it look good to see a smile on that constantly grumpy face? We’ll add an extra 30 seconds for Black, just because this is so good!
Shindo smirked and placed his knee on the edge of the hysterical blonde’s chair, right between his legs. To Bakugo’s dismay, the entire chair started vibrating.
Bakugo threw his head back, writhing in ticklish agony. Not only was the freak attacking his absolute worst spot, which Bakugo thought was more of a secret than it obviously was, but now the damned chair was tickling him. The metal vibrated along his sides and back, spreading along the outer portion and bottom of his thighs and knees. Bakugo desperately tried to lift his body off of the chair, unintentionally pushing himself more into Shindo’s tickling fingers. He didn’t know how, but he felt the ticklish sensation at his inner thighs were stronger than the ones teasing his back and legs, which caused his reddened face to shake back and forth, sweat spraying tragically from hair.
“NO! GET AHAHAHAHAHAFF! AHAHA HAHA HAHAHA! GAAHHHAHAHAHAH DAHMN IT, STAHAHAHAHAP!”
Impressive! Black is thinking outside of the box and is simultaneously tickling multiple spots! Color me impressed! You have 15 seconds left, Black. Make it count.
Stuck between a vibrator and a hard place, Bakugo tried to lift himself out of the chair as much as he could, curses mixing into the pot of his laughter induced hysteria. Shindo mercilessly dug into his ribs, watching with sadistic glee as the blonde’s face turned from red to blue from lack of oxygen. Positive that the Blonde could handle another 15 seconds, and not really caring if he could either way, Shindo increased the vibrations and dug in harder, suppressing a giggle himself when Bakugo’s eyes shot open. His laughter rose in pitch when he suddenly felt vibrations cover his feet like swarming ants. He felt it teasing his heals, running up his arches, swarming torturously over the balls of his feet and running around and in-between his toes. His laughter reached a pitch that would make singers jealous before turning completely silent. All that could be heard was the low hum of the chair and the cracks and creaks of Bakugo fighting desperately against the restraints.
5 seconds!
Shindo suddenly abandoned Bakugo’s ribs. The Blonde breathed in a quick greedy gasp of air before it was forcefully pushed out of him again.
Shindo was at his feet, raking dull nails formed into claws up and down both of his soft soles. He had no time to tease or drag it out, so he went in with all he had. Bakugo threw his head back and went wild, his entire body thrashing, face contorted into a look of pain, and laughter that was silent but with periodic and uncharacteristic squeaks and chokes that would break it. Shindo quickened the pace, immediately finding that the balls of his feet garnered the best reaction. It didn’t matter that the black haired pervert was focusing on just one part of his feet, he felt it all over, even the tops. In the back of his hysterical mind, he was starting to feel lone ticklish vibrations spread over his shins and calfs, which unexpectedly added to the plate of agony he was being served. You would think after a while, he would start to feel numb to the sensations, but in all of his tortured horror, it felt like quite the opposite. So Shindo stayed there vibrating and scratching, vibrating and scratching until…
Aaannnndddd that’s time! Back to your seat, Black!
Bakugo slumped forward as soon as Shindo’s fingers left his body. His was coated in a sheen of sweat and his breathing was heavy and loud. Residual ticklish sensations left him twitching and groaning and he huffed in frustration when they persisted. He kept his eyes down, unwilling to lift them to face everyone who had undoubtedly watched the entire scene unfold.
That was a fantastic job, Black! Don’t worry folks, as exhausted as Orange looks, he's not getting a break any time soon and will continue participating. In fact, his suffering is FAR from over. With Black now magically and unexplainably back in his seat, we can move on to the bidding!
Shindo casually rocked his head back and forth in his seat, as if he were bopping to a really good song. He caught Bakugo’s side eye and lifted his eyebrow, that stupid smirk never leaving his face.
“No hard feelings?” Shindo mocked, amusement plain as day in his eyes.
“You’re… fucking dead… when I get out of this… bastard. I’m going to fuck you up… so badly, you’re not going to be able recognize yourself… when you look in the fucking mirror!” Bakugo spat.
Shindo rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Save your breath, Blasty. Besides you obviously needing it, there’s only a few bundles left and one of them has that sweet spot marked in bright orange ink.”
Bakugo cursed at him and looked away. He felt Kirishima’s hot gaze on him but refused to meet it, furious that he was put in that humiliating situation. He couldn’t deny though, that after glancing quickly at Midoriya, he noticed the green haired loser was sitting upright instead of slumped to the side, eyes bright with rejuvenated energy. The same could be said for everyone else. As tortuous and embarrassing as that was, he realized everyone got a short break out of it.
Bakugo finally chanced a glance at Kirishima, who hadn’t looked away from him once. The redhead offered a reassuring smile and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Whatever, man. Brush it off, no big deal.”
Bakugo growled, gave him a dirty look, and glanced away, refusing to feel better about what happened.
He knew one of those bundles had his stupid spot listed, and after what he just experienced, he knew that this Interdimensional being wouldn’t want to be topped by Shindo. He knew that this little stunt was going to unfairly cost him, but looking at everyone once again, watching their strength and stamina rebuild them to almost 100%, he couldn’t decide if the break was going to be good for them, or since their energy was back up, make it more fun for these sick freaks to drain from them again. Either way, he swore he wouldn’t break again.
No matter what.
#lee!bakugou#ticklish!bakugou#t word content#t word#t word community#bnha tickle#mha tickle#tickle fic#sallage-mha
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The Milkman - NSFW
The Wheel AU
Part 1
Warning: This is an intense tickle fic!
Summary: It had been years since Bakugo had last stepped foot outside of the city. Graduating U.A. at the top of his class, interning and working for The Genious Office, and making a name for himself had been cake once Deku was suspended. The first few months, he'd hardly thought about the nerd. After that, not at all. What he didn't know, was that the life he'd grown acustomed to was about to derail in one of the most sadistic and twisted ways he'd never thought possible.
Pairing: Lee Pro Hero Bakugo, Ler Villain Deku
Words: 10,466
Reading Time: 41 Minutes
A/N: Holyyyyyyyyyy shit. This is the longest fic I have ever written. I had sooooooo much fun writing this and I'm actually kind of proud of it.... just a little(: Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!!
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The room was mostly empty.
Bakugo was blindfolded, but he could sense it. He could tell by the way the metallic clang of the chains clamoring around his neck reverberated off of the walls. The bastard had fucked with Bakugo enough for him to learn how sound worked in a small room, which is why his heart was already in his throat when he felt a tug against the icy narrow band, which he’d learned the hard way, meant stop.
So he did.
“Good boy.”
Bakugo growled, a low animalistic noise from deep within his throat. If someone gave him one million attempts to predict his future, he never would have guessed this.
That he would end up a piece of meat for the nerd to fuck with for his own sick, demented pleasure.
When Deku was suspended from U.A., Bakugo's graduation at the top of his class became effortless, with the internship and job at The Genius Office falling into place just as smoothly.
Once Bakugo had turned twenty-five years old, he had developed a high level of renown and respect as a hero. The final arc of his success was right there, literally in the palm of his hands.
Then everything went to shit.
It was supposed to be a simple mission.
Reports of a faceless crime lord monetizing black market drugs and illegal erasure darts on the dark web were far from unknown. However, an anonymous tip had led them to discover a money laundering outpost posing as a trading card store. After years of coming up empty, Bakugo was itching to discover something, anything useful.
All they had to do was monitor the establishment.
Bakugo couldn't see the use of the three men sent to scout with him, especially after the store had closed, so he’d sent them home with a note reviewing the new tracker that had been implanted in their gums. The technology was new and not widely tested yet, plagiarizing elements of skin and bone, so Bakugo was confident that the chip would be missed if he were somehow captured and searched.
He’d spend the next several hours watching.
Maybe he should have gone home after the fifth hour of quiet.
It wasn’t until four in the morning, when a small sliver of activity caught his eye.
A lone person in a black hood quietly exited the dark store.
Bakugo recognized the possibility of a diversion, that the person in the hood was simply meant to draw prying eyes away from the store while other things went on behind the scenes. Bakugo had seen the trick used before.
But he couldn't help but feel… drawn.
So he followed them.
The thought to report an update was fleeting.
The hooded figure remained silent and unperturbed. Bakugo kept a safe distance in the shadows, his soft footfalls masked by the rising pitch of the winding river and bridge ahead. The figure's movements remained consistent and steady as they both crossed, the city now but a shimmering dot in the darkened distance.
They crossed into ghostly, suburban territory.
After around ten minutes, a graffitied public school park looming under a broken flickering street light caught his attention.
A twinge of familiarity ran down his spine.
Distracted, Bakugo didn’t see the hooded figure round the sidewalk. Cursing, he rushed to catch up.
When he’d rounded the corner, they were standing in the center of the street, staring at some old, tragedy stricken apartments with their hands casually slung into their pockets.
Bakugo considered the situation, and his eyes narrowed as he contemplated initiating a confrontation. The very small and mature voice he’d annoyingly developed in his mind told him to think about his endgame. If he rushed the shady bastard now, he would tip off the villain operation and everything they’d learned up to that point would be as useful as dirt. He’d need to have reasonable proof and all he’d had was a stupid feeling.
Bakugo gritted his teeth and growled under his breath. He’d wanted to confront the fucker and kick his ass, but it was too early to have a full picture of what was really going on. The store could simply be that, a store, with nothing more to it.
He rolled his eyes and before he could talk himself out of it, took careful steps away in an attempt to slip back out, then paused. Maybe if he could catch a glimpse of their face…
“My mother still lives here.”
Bakugo's body went completely still. His breath stopped in his throat, and his heartbeat pounded in his chest like a hammer against steel.
The figure lowered their hood, glowing green eyes trained on the apartments.
Bakugo blinked. Everything else fell away from him.
“Everyday I think she’d leave, especially after I destroyed the neighborhood. Do you think she’s still waiting for me?”
He should have left right then and there.
Instead, Bakugo rose from his crouch and slowly walked out onto the street. Each step he’d taken had an undeniable ferocity to it, his eyes like two burning embers that could turn into an inferno at a moment's notice.
It was the fucking high school drop out. And he knew Bakugo was following him. He’d probably known it the second he’d left the store, maybe even before.
“Izuku.”
“Kacchan.”
The familiar nickname wasn't spoken with the same fondness that it had once been uttered with, instead carrying a tone that made it sound more like an insult.
Gone was the silly, quirky, and fun-loving person that was filled with goodness and joy. In his place stood a dangerous, predatory, and threatening presence. In his eyes no longer shined the bright light of his once golden heart, but instead the glimmering of a cold and dangerous predator.
“Don’t do this! Please don’t let them take it, Kacchan!”
Bakugo scowled at him, his palms grew hot.
“Why the hell are you here?”
He should’ve reported the update. Hell, he should’ve called in the entire damn agency.
Deku’s voice was steady, eyes trained on the apartments. “You didn’t like our walk down memory lane?”
Bakugo’s eyes sparked.
The playground, the river, the fucking card store.
Bakugo bristled. He should have known. It was obvious. “Answer the fucking question.”
Black tendrils slowly slithered out of Deku’s back. Bakugo’s palms sizzled.
“No one’s talked to me like that in a long time.”
Without so much as a twitch as a warning, one of the tendrils struck. Bakugo quickly shifted and dodged, failing to realize that Deku had simply struck the ground just next to where the blonde once stood, intentionally pushing him right into a hulking frame standing silently off to the side, who wrapped massive arms around Bakugo’s chest from behind.
His palms crackled and sparked with the orange and red of his quirk, building up and igniting in a devastating explosion that engulfed them both in a calamitous blaze of volatile force.
Somehow, deep in the heat, he felt a sudden and painful sting on the side of his neck.
In an instant, the heat and power from his attack subsided, dissolved by the abrupt numbing sensation that spread through his body and left his hands smoking and twitching. His body tingled, all of his senses numbed and weakened.
“Motherfffuuhh-”
Another sting, and his vision wavered and blurred. He shook his head, fighting against it.
It was a fucking trap. Set For him.
He’d known he was going to pass out and these fuckers were going to take him. He’d wanted to fight it with as much defiance and disrespect as he could. Profanities spewed from his lips accompanied by worthless sparks that popped from his numb, useless hands. His eyes seared into Deku, but the villain’s eyes remained locked on the apartments, not even sparing him a sideways glance before whatever drug they injected him with finally overwhelmed his senses.
He’d woken up in the same damn room he’d been staying in for the past week.
Over the course of that week, Bakugo had fought harder than he ever had in his entire life. He’d bitten fingers, head butted anyone within range, and spat. His mouth proved to be as dangerous as his quirk, but three days in the muzzle and firmer restraints taught him to use his talents sparingly.
As expected, they’d missed the tracker during the strip search. He’d woken up with it warm against his tooth, confirmation that someone was indeed looking for him.
So he’d reserved his energy, save for every few minutes or so when he would religiously check if the quirk erasure dart was still active, hoping to catch it before they’d eventually inject him again.
On his first night, blindfolded, cursing and thrashing, they’d shoved him into a chair and bound his legs to it along with his arms to a hanging contraption above his head. It took seven of them to eventually subdue the aggressive pro hero, all of them walking away with some kind of injury.
Deku didn't make an appearance that night, but the orders to his grunts were clear.
Extract any information Bakugo had uncovered about their operations.
Bakugo was expecting to be tortured. He’d mentally prepared himself for it the moment he’d woken up in this shit hole. And he was, just not in the way he was expecting.
Deku didn't want to dignify Bakugo with a formidable excuse for when he eventually gave up. He wanted to humiliate him.
For the first three days, he was brutally and sadistically tickle tortured.
When the method of torture was revealed, to say that Bakugo was flabbergasted would be an understatement. He’d imagined needles under the nails or flaying. Hell, he was even expecting something ironic like being branded or burned alive. So when he was finally forced into the chair, the last of his flailing limbs secured, he braced himself for the kind of pain that would match the reputation Izuku created for himself, only to be startled by harmless and rough fingers and hands, ticklishly squeezing sensitive spots on his body.
The pro hero sneered and taunted the goons, under the impression he was safe for the time being.
But of course, he would be proven wrong.
The grunts took their time and expertly learned his body. They triggered reactions and sounds Bakugo didn't know he could make and tormented spots he didn't even know were ticklish. After hours of meticulous work and charting, they’d put the information they gathered to blindingly effective use. Bakugo learned a few things about himself that night, things he would pay top dollar to forget.
And he’d weathered the torture by the skin of his teeth.
The second day, Deku made a personal appearance, and cracked him in less than an hour. Bakugo answered every single question asked of him, relevant or not.
Still, it wasn't enough for the damn masochist.
Deku didn't just want answers from Bakugo, he wanted him to pay.
So now, in the fourth day of hell, Bakugo has nothing to say or give that would spare him from whatever Deku planned.
Today was purely about revenge.
A hard hand clamped on his shoulder and the blonde blindly stepped forward, letting the hand guide him.
He swallowed his resistance and it slid down his throat like sand.
The hand lifted. He paused.
Then there was light.
Bakugo blinked several times after the blindfold was lifted. The intensity of the dazzling lights in the room made his eyes squint and nose itch. His eyes landed on a tall, colorful object planted in the center of the room.
The Wheel.
Deku had seen fit to inject whimsy into his revenge plot with The Wheel: a colorful 20-slice abomination that would randomly determine how Bakugo would be tickled that day.
A fucking Wheel.
Bakugo sizzled in place. He wanted to rip the bastard’s guts out and make him eat it. He wanted to kill him.
Deku blew Bakugo a kiss and strode towards it.
"Let's see what The Wheel wants us to do today." Deku winked and gave it a spin.
Bakugo's sense of how much time had passed was determined by how many times the wheel had been spun: 5, and this one made 6.
The Kennel
The Carwash
The Gang
The Hog
The Milkman
The wheel began to slow, its revolution enrapturing both Bakugo and Deku...
The dial stopped on The Milkman.
The door suddenly busted open and two grunts walked inside, carrying something that reminded Bakugo of a weird combination of a padded sawhorse and a spanking bench. There were cuffs towards the front where his arms would rest and vise versa where his calves would be placed. Towards the back of the middle cushion that would support his waist and hips, was a custom cut hole that looks like it could fit…
Bakugo’s eyes widened.
The smile that slithered onto Deku’s face was maniacal.
Bakugo clenched his jaw, continuing to stare at the contraption even after Deku smugly faced him and tugged at the leash.
“No.”
Tug
“Fuck. off.”
Deku cocked his head to the side, an amused expression squaring his face, as if Bakugo was a stubborn kid not wanting to get into the bath.
Tug tug tug tug-
“You mother fucking piece of stupid shit. I said no.”
“I don’t care.” Deku slurred, playing with the leash. “You don’t have a choice.”
Bakugo remained still. He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. But if the past few days had taught him anything, it was that without his quirk, resistance only lead to extreme suffering. The bitter pill? Deku knew his body better than he did. The largest explosion in the world wouldn’t be enough to tamper how he felt about that.
“I could force you,” Deku shrugged, reaching over to open the collar. “That would be easy. But I think it would be more entertaining for me to watch my men do it. And if they have to come in here again, they’re staying.” Deku smiled, encouraged by Bakugo’s visible frustration. “And participating.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. He knew that no matter what he did, he would end up on that fucking bench. His violent objections in the past had made quick work of him. Just thinking back to that damned tree…
When Deku gestured to the bench, Bakugo reluctantly obeyed.
“Take everything off and get on.”
This was supposed to humiliate him. To make him compliant to his own torture. A sick kick back to those days in high school when he’d scream at anyone who dared to give him orders.
Cursing obscenities the entire time, he stripped off his clothes and laid face down onto the bench, carefully fitting his groin into the cushioned hole.
Deku restrained him accordingly.
Thick, fur lined straps secured his wrists and ankles tightly. Another strap looped around his waist, and an added infinity loop tightly secured his lower thighs right above the bend of his knees, forcing his legs slightly apart and flush against the legs of the modded bench.
Bakugo clenched his jaw and rested his forehead on the cool leather as Deku circled, lingering far too long right behind him.
“You really kept in shape.” Deku whistled.
“Fuck off and get this shit over with.”
“Excited to start?”
Bakugo jerked when he felt something ghosting lightly along both of his flanks, and he instantly knew it was Blackwhip. The touch felt feathery and ethereal, like cool fingers made of harmless, tickly sparklers. He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, grateful Deku couldn't see his face from this position.
“We have so much to catch up on.”
The ghosting along his sides curved inward, tracing and slithering over his stomach and hips. It slowly dragged back and forth, up and down over the smooth skin, making Bakugo want to claw it off.
The way he was positioned arched his back slightly, so he couldn't close that small gap that gave Deku easy access to those spots. The fucking bastard.
“We don’t have shit to do with nothin’.” Bakugo spat through his teeth, uselessly forcing himself to stay as still as possible. His stomach muscles twitched of their own accord though, instantly snitching on his stoic facade.
“I think we do. I plan to make up for lots of lost time, Kacchan.” He goosed his ribs.
Bakugo flinched and clenched his jaw so tight, he felt the hurt in his neck. “Stop fucking calling me that.”
“Mmm. It never bothered you before. What’s different now?”
Bakugo ground his teeth together. He jumped when he felt more tendrils start teasing the muscles on his back, tracing agonizing patterns and small circles right underneath his shoulder blades. A lone tendril slithered up his spine, slowing down just enough to trigger an involuntary lurching reaction Bakugo did every time he was touched right below the back of his neck.
“You ffffucking-”
“Whats different now?” Deku repeated, sliding two tendrils up his spine this time.
Bakugo tensed his entire body and cringed, waiting for the tendrils to touch down on that stupid spot. Instead, he jumped when he felt them split up and caress over the top of his shoulders, tracing down to the little dip that made up the corners of his armpits. Bakugo’s arms strained, trying to push them back into himself and close the gap.
“I called you Kacchan our entire lives.” More tendrils pushed out from his back, wrapping around each of his ribs, softly vibrating in place, still tracing. Randomly, one would squeeze.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me to stop.”
Bakugo inhaled sharply when he felt the tendrils at his shoulder blades slither down his back, the slow trek brought a curse to his lips.
Deku didn't speak again until it teased around his lower back and touched down on his ass.
Deku drew long and sensual circles along the soft, toned skin, causing Bakugo to twitch and huff puffs of air through his nose. Discovering his ass was ticklish was one of the things he would die to forget.
Deku’s voice was low. “The question wasn't rhetorical.” A firm squeeze to his ass made him him jump. “Or optional.”
Bakugo snarled. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.”
Deku chuckled and Bakugo seized when all of the tendrils started moving in different directions at once, all of them teasing the fuck out of him. Circles were drawn on either sides of his back, tendrils pressed inward towards his shoulder blades, along his spine, and behind his flanks. Two wafted up and down his stomach in different patterns with two more teasing the edges of his stomach. Two ghosted the rim of his armpits, occasionally dipping in smoothly, making him jump. Two teased his hipbones, occasionally dipping inward towards the inner thighs, tracing the crease right before his thighs became his crotch. The two on his ass stroked abstractly, making him twitch with each pass. He felt two additional tendrils ghost the back of his thighs and the hollows behind his knees.
He was moving around a lot now. Frustrated noises and loud puffs of air through his nose were quiet in comparison to how loud he made the bench squeak with his erratic movements. The occasional gasp left him when the tendrils tracing his ribs moved inward, playing with the sensitive spot right underneath his pecs, or that delicious spot right underneath his underarms. The occasional squeeze anywhere on his body forced him to jump. Regardless of sensitivity, all of his nerves were absolutely on fire.
He bit the inside of his cheek when he felt two new tendrils slowly ghosting down his calves, stopping just over the heels of his feet. The only ones on his body not moving, and he was hyper aware of it.
Deku let Bakugo stew, watching the blonde lose more of his composure with every passing second. Bakugo pushed his head against the cool leather and balled his hands into shaking fists, his body starting to work up a sweat.
This was the kind of tickling he hadn’t experienced yet. It didn't make him hysterical, didn't make him scream until his throat hurt, and didn't make him thrash like his life depended on it, but it made him want to claw his fucking skin off. It tickled so fucking much, but it wasn't nearly intense enough for him to justify letting out any of the building tension through laughter. He couldn't fucking stand it.
For a hot five seconds, he went berserk on the bench. He yanked hard and bucked attempting to kick and thrash. Spittle flew from his clenched teeth and he growled when Deku watched him with a smirk, using the tendrils on the sides of his stomach to dip into a pocket of sensitive nerves right by his flanks.
Bakugo dipped his shoulder inward and to the left, as if he could close off the gap that allowed Deku entrance. He groaned out loud and used his arms to buck once, twice, before being so fed up he couldn't handle it anymore.
“Fucking stop already!” He boomed. “If you’re gonna do it, then fucking get it over with, you pathetic coward!” The slow and methodical sensations were making him so fucking frustrated. He couldn't help the way his back arched, the way his head snapped back when the tendrils behind it slithered too close to his neck, the way his shoulders and arms jerked violently in an attempt shake off the tendrils, or the way his toes flexed and splayed regardless of the threat that ominously loomed inches away.
Deku chuckled again. “You’re so ticklish.”
Bakugo cursed when he felt two tendrils slowly gliding up the insides of his thighs. They traced the sensitive skin right next to his balls, curving up and down, spreading out and caressing the skin under his ass and back again. Bakugo spluttered and yanked hard at the restraints, the ticklish muscles in his arms flexing under the mischievous and ethereal touch of Blackwhip.
“You fucking loser ass villain bah-” The tendrils on his feet twitched. Bakugo’s mouth clamped shut.
“Hm?” Deku hummed, leaning his ear toward the heaving blonde.
“Fucker.” Bakugo cursed. “What the hell is it you want from me?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” Deku gleefully mocked.
“You’re a goddamn fucking moh-morohon!” Bakugo cursed, busying himself with another bout of frustrated thrashing when more tendrils swirled under his arms. “I’m not playing your backward ass games!”
Deku smirked. Without letting up on Bakugo’s treatment, he grabbed a chair and sat right next to the blonde, who had to tilt and rest his head on his left cheek to look Deku in the eyes.
“You’ll do whatever I want you to do.” He slurred, kicking his foot up on the edge of the bench where Bakugo’s shaking arm rested.
The tendrils around his ribs prodded firmly. Bakugo flinched hard, unable to hold back the gasp that choked him.
“The day I got suspended from U.A.,” Deku’s eyes roamed shamelessly over Bakugo’s trembling body. The blonde straightened his head and closed his eyes, still painfully aware the tendrils on his feet were still as stone. Anxiety bubbled up in his throat. He knew Deku did it just to fuck with him. He fucking knew it.
“I begged you to help me.”
“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”
“Grrh! The school hahas rules, dumbass! Not my ff-fuckin’ fault you weh-went and broke ‘em!” Bakugo snapped. The damn tendrils never stopped moving, always switching places and finding new spots on his infinitely ticklish body. He was going to throw an aneurysm if it didn't stop.
Deku’s eyes darkened. “Not your fault, huh?”
Bakugo sneered. He couldn’t focus! “Damn it! If you got somethin’ to say, just fuckin- GAH!”
The tendrils on his heels traced slowly down his foot, spilling down his arch and wiggling slowly like a snake, tracing over his incepts, the sides of his feet, wrapping around to the tops and circling their tips around the balls.
Bakugo released a large puff of air and slammed his forehead against the leather, breathing harshly through his teeth. He yanked hard on his arms, face turning red with titanium effort. He jolted and grimaced when two tendrils slithered under his toes, the others still circling along and around the balls of his feet. Just a ghost of a sensation, but it psyched the fuck out of him.
Two more tendrils, parallel of each other, traced down the sides of his feet, looped around down to the heal, then zipped up to the toes, following the outline of the undersides and back again to repeat. Two other tendrils appeared and started tracing the ticklish spot along where the arch melts into the heal and then two other tendrils outlined his calves and ankles.
Bakugo lifted his forehead just to slammed it again against the leather rest, frustrated agony sizzling at the corners of his mouth.
Deku smirked, reveling in Bakugo’s priceless reactions. “You’re acting like I’m shoving a burning knife through your gut. I bet you would prefer that.”
Bakugo huffed and growled, sweat dripping off his heated skin. “What… do you gohddamn… aaghh- want?!”
“Let’s play a game!” Deku quickly stood, knocking over the chair. All of the tendrils finally, finally stopped and Bakugo shamelessly let his entire body flop onto the bench. He barely took two much needed breaths before Deku whistled. Bakugo heard the door open behind him, but he was too exhausted to attempt to look. That was, until he felt someone crouch underneath the bench. His head jolted up and he was about to speak when he felt something wet squishy and warm envelop his entire manhood. Bakugo jerked up so hard he actually moved the bench slightly.
“What the fuck! What the fuck?!” Bakugo screeched, thrashing heavily again as the person underneath the bench fitted the squishy thing over Bakugo’s penis and balls. The person then stood and pulled two straps around Bakugo’s waist, tying them in a neat little bow above his ass. Bakugo saw a tan hand pass Deku a controller and without a word, whoever it was, left and closed the door behind them.
Deku palmed the controller, observing it as if he were a critic admiring a strokeless painting. Bakugo’s face turned red with anger, embarrassment, and everything in-between.
“What the fuck is that? What did your perverted ass minion put on me?! Answer me, damn it!”
“These are the rules of the game,” Deku started, ignoring Bakugo’s whining. “First, if it’s not obvious, I’ll be tickling any spot of my choosing.”
Bakugo glared at him. “What the fuck is on my dick?!”
Deku smiled. He turned the controller and Bakugo strained to see it. It looked like a TV remote but it only had eight buttons on it. One circle button in the middle with four arrows around it. There were two buttons parallel to each other below it and one button at the top.
Deku rose his pointer finger, and made a show of pressing the top button.
The on button.
Bakugo flinched with a disgusted yelp when the thing around his cock and balls started vibrating. He anchored his back and tried to pull his penis out of the hole but he couldn't lift himself high enough.
“You’re fucking kidding me!” He screamed, a whole new wave of frustration coursing through him. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” Another bout of useless thrashing. He whipped his head towards Deku, sneering at him with all the hate he could muster. “You’re fucking dead! Do you hear me? When I get the fuck out of here, you’re- AHHH!”
Deku yawned and pressed the middle button. The squishy material Bakugo was encased in started moving. It squeezed and pressed and massaged in a sloping downward fashion, simulating a blowjob with winnowing pressure that caressed his entire length. The space that enveloped his balls started gently squeezing them, massaging them softly. Then, around his scrotum, he felt a circular object like thing close tightly, acting like some sort of cock ring.
It felt… amazing.
After almost an entire week of torture, Bakugo almost succumbed to the sensations right there, despite the makeshift ring.
Instead, he bit back his carnal reactions and pressed his forehead onto the head rest. “N- St-stop… Fffuckin’-” He groaned and bit his tongue.
“Enduring the tickling will be something you’ll have to do. What you’ll not have to do will be so much harder. Get it?”
Bakugo growled, trying to think about anything other than what his body wanted to do right now. He felt his manhood instantly get harder, more susceptible and sensitive.
“Why… why the damn-”
“I’m glad you asked.” Deku’s green eyes sparkled. “If you cum while I’m tickling you, you cant cum again on that spot for the rest of the game. If you cum twice on the same spot, you lose. If you win,” Deku shrugged again. “I’ll let you go.”
Bakugo hardly heard anything until those last four words. “What?”
“If you win,” Deku enunciated, punctuating the sentence with a careless gesture. “I’ll let you go.”
A chance. A fucking chance. He knew he couldn't rely on Deku’s word, but it was the only opportunity to present itself in this goddamn nightmare.
“Not like I… have a fuckin’ choice.” Bakugo groaned, using every ounce of energy he had not to lose the game before it could even start.
Deku grinned. “We’ll do two rounds.”
Bakugo assumed once the tickling started, it would be easy not to focus on the thing doubling his vision. It was the only silver lining he could think of, the only hope that he could cling on to.
Funny how he suddenly needed the tickling to overwhelm his pleasure.
“Alright!” Deku clapped his hands together. “Let’s start.”
“Set a.. Grrhh- S-set a fuckin’ timer.”
Deku tapped his temple. “It’s up here.”
Bakugo was about to protest, but closed his mouth when Deku, with a diabolical grin, slowly unsheathed Blackwhip. The blonde watched with disgust as inky tendrils slinked toward him with twitching excitement and intent.
They touched down on his left side first, caressing his flanks and ribs and slipping softly under his arms. He cringed, the pumping sensation on his dick still prevalent. He flinched when a tendril squeezed his hips and ribs at the same time.
“You… fuck… you said ohone damn s-spohot!”
Deku chuckled. “I’m just trying to decide.”
More poking and prodding, more flinching and cursing, then all of the tendrils traveled up and started tracing his shoulders, inner biceps, the lower outline and rim of his armpits.
“Here.” Deku said, joyfully. “Ten minutes starts now.”
Bakugo clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a burst of insufferable tickles, but the light tracing continued. The makeshift cock ring in the pump gradually released and he felt a rush of dangerous pleasure. With a long groan, the teasing and the tickles were completely obliterated from his mind, hardly able to feel them anymore as the pump expanded and closed in, the massage of his balls deepened causing him to shift around in his restraints, unconsciously grinding his hips to further the sensation.
He was close and was hardly resisting anymore. He teetered on the brink of ecstasy, a welcomed feeling afloat in a sea of agony and shit else. He felt something inside him swell, could have sworn the toy around his shaft pumped faster with excitement. Maybe just one time, just in this spot, wouldn’t be so bad. He could avoid it in the next round.
Yes, he’d decided. Who fucking cares if Deku watched. The sick fuck probably got off on it. Bakugo shoved his previous reservations aside and allowed the bliss to fully envelope him. Fuck everything and everyone else, with one final groan he-
“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! WHAHAAAA! DEHEHA- AAHHHHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHK! DAHAHAMN IT!! YOHOU FUHKING- DAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Bakugo exploded into a generous mix of curses and laughter, brought on by the four tendrils circling the rims on either sides of his armpits to suddenly close in and undulate into the sensitive flesh. One was squeezing and floating around the ticklish muscle right where the armpit and chest connect. Another was pushing and rotating just above but not quite on that delectably torturous spot above his ribs, and the last two were shamelessly digging right into the center, One stationary, the other circling largely and being sure to not to leave any spot untouched.
Bakugo thrashed. He pressed his chest into the bench and slammed his forehead onto the headrest. His hands clenched and unclenched from their trembling fists and his shoulders bounced up and down from pure mirth. The surprise caught him off guard, although he would kick himself for not expecting it if he had the ability to think at all.
Being denied a peaceful release at the absolute last second made his body tingle with newfound sensitivity. His stomach filled with frustration and his throbbing cock twitched as it was continuously and mercilessly pumped.
Quickly tumbling down from his euphoric high, he cursed and fought. One of the tendrils found a delectable spot at the top left inner muscle, where the edge of his shoulder creased into his armpit. Being caught so grossly off guard by the spike in sensitivity, it easily knocked and bursted through to the most secluded corners of his mind.
“GAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAH AAAHHHAH! AAHAHAHA! FFFAAAHAHAHAHA- GGRRRAAAAH! GAHAHAD DAHAHMN IT STAHAHAHAP!”
Deku wore a toothy grin and just hummed to himself.
Bakugo tried to use his momentum to rock himself on the bench, hoping to tip the whole damn thing over but it held steady. Unable to manage anything more then a few stress creaks, Bakugo pushed each of his shoulders in and squished them against the bench, but the tickling never relented. He jolted violently when two random tendrils goosed his ribs.
“ARRRGGHH! GAHAAD DAHAMN YOU DEHEKHU! STAHPFUC- AAHAHAHA! STOP FUCKINGARAHAHOUND!”
Deku chuckled and raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn't resist.”
“BAHAHSTAHAHARD! SHIHIHIHT! GAH! NO! NOO!! STAHAHAP!”
Deku feigned innocence as one of his lower tendrils slowly slinked more so towards the bottom of his armpits, causing Bakugo to thrash harder, doing a piss poor job of covering up his panic.
Suddenly, he yelled out when he felt the toy around his manhood start to squeeze. The tendrils under his arms gradually slowed their manic torment, leaving Bakugo huffing and puffing with each sensitive pass. Bakugo rested his sweat riddled forehead against the leather, squeezing his eyes shut in aggravation. The transition from obnoxious tickling pleasure was rough and Bakugo felt his arms shake.
The smile in Deku’s voice was infuriating. “How are we doing?”
He didn't realize it until a surge of pleasure slapped him in the face but Blackwhip was no longer pinching and prodding. Instead, swirling and ghosting. The toy around Bakugo’s length suddenly started pumping, undulating up and down in an unpredictable pattern. Strokes, like a tongue, traveled up his length, the winnowing pressure taking him in deep while it massaged his balls. Although still there, the tickling quickly became secondary.
Bakugo couldn't help the carnal groan that left his tight lips. Everything fell away from him as he openly welcomed the only good sensation he’s felt since being in this shit hole. He wanted this and he didn't care if Deku saw and mocked him. This was only the first round, He’d be able to avoid-
Bakugo yelled out as he released the first drops of ecstasy. The slicked out muscles on his back rippled as he arched into it, riding the whole thing out. The tendrils never stopped teasing his armpits, and he didn't give a shit. He couldn't feel it anymore. Sparks ignited and bloomed across his vision. After a moment of shameful, shattering pleasure, he slumped. Spent and breathless.
Deku whistled.
The toy didn’t slow. He felt something brush across his reddened tip. Bakugo twitched and gasped, pushing his hips back as far as he could.
”Fff-Fuck!”
”That’s one for the armpits.” Deku commented, casually. “If it’s going to be this easy then I think you might be screwed.”
“S-sta- Sh- I’m- I’m gonna-“
“What?” Deku’s eyebrows rose, amused.
”I’m gonna fffuckin’ k-kill you.” Bakugo panted, his pitch rising and falling in rhythm with the thing around his cock overstaying its welcome.
Deku’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s the Kacchan I knew.”
Bakugo opened his mouth but slammed it shut when Blackwhip started moving.
”After All Might gave me One For All,” Deku started, moving Blackwhip slowly, ever so slowly downward. “He told me to keep it a secret.”
“I’m sorry, young Midoriya. Please hold still.”
Bakugo cringed as he felt the tendrils slowly swoop over his ribs. He felt them expand so they caressed right underneath his chest. Two tendrils on each side teased the ribs that wrapped around his back, while two other sneaky ones still swirled in his armpits. He hissed through his teeth as chills iced down his spine and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He shook his head, as if he could will it all away. To his dismay, the teasing is so much more frustratingly ticklish than before.
He grunted when two guileful tendrils flicked and circled his nipples on either side.
“But I told you about it anyway, and I did it out of respect. Respect you didn’t deserve or appreciate.” Deku continued. “Even after All Might, The hero we both grew up admiring, saw it fit to pass his quirk onto me, you still told me I was worthless. Unworthy of U.A. A psychopathic freak.”
A tendril goosed his upper ribs, another slithered down his stomach, drawing wide circles around his belly button. Two closed in on his hips, pressing into the bone with light pressure. Two teased the skin underneath his ass, two played with the tendons next to his groin, right along the edge of the toy. Another two slinked down his legs and teased his ankles while circling around the heels of his feet. He jumped when an additional pair circled around the balls, occasionally dipping in and tracing the skin right underneath his toes, massaging the stems and teasing the bases.
His heart rate picked up and his breath came fast. His skin tingled as his nerves fired at him with obnoxious sensitivity. He could feel every delicate stroke, every harsh poke, every sensual touch and squeeze, and couldn't help the giggles when they spilled out of his snarling mouth.
The fucking orgasm. It made him even more sensitive.
He was so fucking screwed.
Deku paused, letting the epiphany the other was clearly having, sink in. “I started to believe you.”
All of the tendrils poked their respective spots at once, causing Bakugo to let out an undignified yelp and jolt. Every little movement now started him to the core.
“Funny how a worthless, psychopathic freak now holds the leash to your collar.”
“Is that what this bullshit is about?” Bakugo’s voice boomed with irritation, edgy nervousness punctuating the end of his accusation. “What the hell do you want, damn Deku? A fuckin’ apology or somethin’?”
Deku shook his head. All the humor was void from his face, his voice dark and emotionless. “I’ve never wanted anything from you.”
Bakugo blinked when Deku raised his hand with the remote and pointed it at him. He couldn't see what button he pressed, but he gasped when suddenly the toy started vibrating. Teasing strokes evolved into sensuous pumping. He was hard again in seconds.
The tendrils eased off. All except the ones stationed at his ribs. Three teased the bottom, two on his left, one on his right. Two on each side teased the middle of his ribs, swirling and poking, following the curve of his back, and another two danced across his upper ribs, rubbing back and forth, up and down, ghosting underneath and the sides of his chest.
“I’m sure you can guess which spot is next.” Deku clicked his tongue. “Looks like you might lose before I even start.”
Bakugo’s head snapped up from where it was resting. “Fuck you!” His biceps strained with the titanic effort of trying to lower his arms. He arched his back, pushed himself forward, tried to dip his shoulders and chest hard against the leather, but nothing phased the tendrils determined to take me straight to hell. They encouraged the sort of panic that he felt like he could taste. The toy’s vibrations increased, the flesh of the toy slowly starting to suck, doubling his vision with pleasure.
“There was a spot around here… where was it again?” Blackwhip poked and nudged at his entire rib cage. Bakugo spluttered and hissed through his teeth, body jolting and flinching with every jab.
“Fucker! You, mother fuc-!!” Bakugo spat. “Stop this- Mmgghhm- bulh-bullshit! III’ve fuckin’ had it with y-AH!”
“Mmmm.” Deku mused. Blackwhip paused, pinpointed tendrils vibrating softly right on that dreaded spot. Bakugo froze as well, looking at Deku with the most hateful glare he’d ever given anyone.
“I wonder if-”
Squeeze
Bakugo inhaled so sharply, he choked. “AUGH! Damn it, stop!” He tried to haft and throw himself around on the bench. Deku only smiled, a sadistic glint in his eyes.
Blackwhip softly, softly undulated once more and Bakugo would have hit the ceiling if he wasn't so tightly restrained. “MMGGHH! STOP! Don’t you fucking do it, you fuck!”
The toy around his needy length pumped faster and his attention was quickly averted to the sudden burst of pleasure that wracked through his body and made him shutter. His mouth opened in a silent groan, which transformed into an unrestrained yell as Blackwhip again, teased one of his death spots.
He hafted himself up hard, creaking the bench. “NO!” He cursed, shoving all of the authority in his voice that he could muster. “Just fucking stop this! I swear to FuhuahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAK! SHIHIT!”
The three tendrils teasing the bottom of his ribs dove in, rubbing fast and harshly between and around the bone, the third tendril went rogue and snuck over his quivering stomach and down to his thighs. Bakugo shook his head in delirium and fruitlessly bucked his hips up and down. Even with the torturous tickling rerouting his mind, the pleasure he was feeling from the toy was still very much present. Slowly, he felt himself twitch and glisten with pressing need.
Deku hummed. “Oh, does that tickle?”
“FAHAHAK YOU! GAAGHH! NAAAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
The tendrils stationed at the middle of his ribs came alive, mimicking the same unpredictable technique as the ones on his lower ribs. Bakugo fought hard, knowing what was next, knowing he couldn't stop it. Two tendrils slowly wrapped around his thighs, goosing and tickling the whole way. Bakugo expected them to attack his thighs again, but unexpectedly, they slipped their teasing tips underneath the sleeve of the toy, now slowly stroking and wrapping around the bare skin of his penis. Aside from dissolving into harsh thrashing and seizing like he touched an exposed cable, something else instantly came over him. In a moment of panicked weakness he opened his mouth.
“AAHHH! GAHH! WAIT! FUKIN’ WAHAITWAIT! WAHT DOYOUWAHAHAHNT?!”
Deku answered simply. “This.”
Two things happened at the same time.
The tendrils resting and teasing his death spot pulled back and dove right in. Viciously rubbing into that incomprehensibly ticklish spot without a shred of mercy. Four more vibrating tendrils latched on, squeezing, rubbing and scratching torturously.
The tendrils that snuck into the toy, wrapped around the entirety of Bakugo’s heat and lightly squeezed, following the rhythm of the toy. It pumped Bakugo excitedly, the two tips reaching his pre-cum soaked tip to swirl and rub, lick and tease. One of the tips pressed underneath the head, flicking under it like like an experienced tongue, while the other teased and stroked the slit.
Torn between two incredibly overwhelming sensations, Bakugo’s voice instantly gave out. For a moment, there was silence. Bakugo’s mouth was open in a silent, lustful, tortured scream, his sweat glistened muscles rippled with the intense single pull he was imposing onto all of his limbs. His toes clenched and his nails bit into his fists. After one sharp intake of breath,
Bakugo fittingly exploded.
“AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHHA! NONONOHOHOHONOOOOO! GAHHH! NAHA- I CAHHAHA- ST- GAHAHAHAHAD OHHOHOH FUCK! OHFUUUUUCK!! DEHEHE- PFFTAHAHAAHAHA!! AHAHAAAASHIHIT! SHITSHITSAHIT!! AHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAH! GGRRAAAAAHHH!!! -AHAHHAHAHAAA————OOOOOPP! STAHAHAHAP STOPSTOPSTOPFUCKINGHELLSTOHOHOHOHP!! AHAHAHA————”
Deku watched Bakugo fall apart, a maniacal, sadistic smile creasing his face. “Found it.”
“AAAAHH! FUCKDEKUSTOOOOOOOOOOOP! FAHAHAK! I CAHAHA- GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAAAAHAHAHAH-”
“What was that?” Deku stuck his tongue into his cheek. “You can’t what?”
Bakugo’s mind was blank. His entire world was encompassed by all of the sensations saturating every recess of his brain. He whipped his head around, slamming it repeatedly against the headrest, the cushioning not even allowing him the relief of pain. He quickly approached the lower level of laughter, where it became mostly screams.
“ICANTTAKEIT! OHFUCKINGSHIT I FUKIN CAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA AHA AHA AHAHAH! ICAHAHAHANT! STOOOOOOOOHOHAAAAAAAAP!”
The toy picked up its pace, encouraging the tendrils wrapped around his dick to follow along. A few new tendrils squeezed his balls, Two flicked and rubbed his nipples, one even licked up the side of his neck, right underneath his jaw. His eyes flew to the back of his head.
“Want me to stop tickling or stop pumping?”
Bakugo’s face was alight with fire, he wasted no time. “TICKLING! STAHAH THE TIHIHIH-TIHIH- FAHAHAHAK! STAHAHAHAP TIHIHAHAHA-!”
“If I stop the tickling, you’ll lose the round. Are you sure you-”
“YES! YEHEHEHS! YESYESYESJUST- SHIHIHIHT!! STAHAHAHAP! FUCKINGHEHEHELL!”
Deku instantly stopped and focused his energy into on the blonde’s dick.
“MMMMPHHHHH FFFFFUUCK!” Bakugo moaned, arching his back and shaking his head, grinding his hips along the bench. “FFFFFFFFUHHHHHK!” Bakugo groaned, lost in a new kind of torment.
He closed his eyes, everything instantly fell away from him when he felt a tendril slip over his tip again. He felt the build up burn in his stomach, felt his penis throbbing, his tip glistening, ready for release. He felt the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had gather, aching in his swollen balls. Despite the need for air, he held his breath as the first drops of-
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”
Bakugo’s voice cracked when everything simply stopped.
The tendrils and the toy fell limp. His body tingled as if all of his limbs fell asleep. Sweat dripped off his chin as he gasped. Opening his mouth to curse, a strangled sound came out instead when everything resumed. He flinched and jolted in his restraints, but the pumping and “licking” resumed, throwing him right back into that agonizing build up. Right when he could see stars, it stopped again.
He jerked his head up and seared his eyes into amused green ones with a guttural growl, only to force his head back down and clench his fists when it all started again.
“You…. You ffffuh- ffucking b-”
“I’m just helping you out.” Deku cocked his head to the side, chuckling. “Trust me, you don’t want to cum again.”
Bakugo closed his eyes, but he couldn't have a moment of rest before the pumping started again. He filled his cheeks with curses and air, releasing them in a flurry when rogue tendrils buried themselves into his ribs, his worst spot spared for now, as he was thrown head first into more ticklish chaos. He couldn't handle this much longer. He couldn't handle this now. He felt his sanity slipping through the cracks, but it didn't matter.
“I’ll make you a deal.” Deku trilled after a few more minutes. “If you beg me to cum, I’ll let you. Then we can move on.”
Beg him to lose the game. Beg him to take away the small change at freedom and hope that he had. Beg him to keep him here and torture him until help eventually came or he went batshit.
No, no he couldn't.
Bakugo snapped out of it. He returned Deku’s wicked glare and sneered. “Fuck. You.”
Deku narrowed his eyes and smirked, as if he was hoping for that exact answer. “Tickling it is then.”
First, there was a moment of silence.
Then pure, unadulterated madness.
Blackwhip attacked every inch of Bakugo’s ribcage. Bakugo screamed, a high pitched uncharacteristic shriek that shocked both of them. Then, he fell into manic, hysterical unrestrained laughter. Laughter that only maddened when his worst spot was finally targeted. Bakugo couldn't feel when the toy started again, couldn't feel the bubbling build up, or the burn of release that taunted him from mere inches away. He couldn't feel any of it, not until the tickling abruptly stopped and he stole greedy breath before countless tendrils converged on the entirety of his tip, sliding and slinking over the crimson peak it while the tendrils wrapped around his dick pumped up and down his length with mouth watering speed. His eyes stung with mirthful tears before he was thrown right back into ticklish oblivion.
Once his death spot was awarded another short break, Bakugo used that opportunity to quickly give up.
“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAYE! OKAHAHAHAHAY JUHUSTFUKINGDOHOHOHIT! I GIHIHIVE! IGIVE! JAHAHAAST MAAKEMECUM! DHAHAMNIT!”
“Mmmm,” Deku considered for a moment. “Say please.”
“AAGHHAHAHA!! GAHAHAHDDAHAHMN YOU!” Bakugo was slapping the edge of the leather wrist rest with his hand, trying to physically tap out. “PLEHEHESE! FUCKINPLEHEHESE! JUHUST STOP TIHIHIHCKLING!”
The tickling didn't stop completely, but it was enough. Bakugo was hardly afforded the gift of relief as tendrils immediately pumped and licked, massaged and caressed his entire length. The toy suddenly closed up around the tip and so similar to a warm mouth, he felt licking, swirling and even sucking. The rest of his twitching member was caressed and abused with soft and fast lustful strokes. Spit dribbled out of his mouth and beads of sweat glided down his sides and back as he arched.
He had no idea how many tendrils were pleasuring him now, but every damn spot was zapped with unbelievable, world shattering, sinful pleasure. Tendrils slinked through his toes and circled around the balls of his feet. Others lightly ghosted up his long arches and more teased his heals. New, lustful feelings seared from his feet straight to his dick, which pulsed in tandem with the activity. He didn’t dare start to unpack that.
The tendrils reappeared at his nipples and neck, his eyes once again dug into the back of his head.
He lasted an impressive 50 seconds.
He groaned out loud with his long release, his damp rob and body twitching through each pump of glorious rapture. His orgasm, almost matching the duration of his endurance, forced his twitching toes to curl, the squirming tendrils undeterred by even that. His abs and back muscles flexed, the light reflecting off of each sweaty twitch and convulsion.
He slumped heavily after it was through. He bucked and hissed when the tendrils around his ribs hardly gave him a second before teasingly slinking down, tracing over his twitching sides and pressing into his hips and thighs.
“Two for two.” Deku counted, unapologetically. “I’m not sure I like your odds.”
Bakugo couldn't muster a response. The tendrils around his hips and thighs forced a few half assed curses and poorly held back giggles from him. He arched his back, huffing when they pressed into the soft spaces inward next to his hips, ticklishly stroking down between his thighs. Oh shit.
“Agghh staha- Mmmhh. No mohore.” He murmured. His once silky ash blonde hair was now dark and matted, sticking to his eyes and head. “I-I— God, I fffucking can’t- I can’t d-do this shit anymore.” His body sizzled with heightened sensitivity. Even the breeze across his fucking feet tickled.
Deku looked at him for a moment before shaking his head slowly. “The game isn’t over yet.”
The tendrils found a ticklish tendon underneath and inward along his ass and inner thigh, and pressed into it. Bakugo barked out a surprised laugh and squirmed weakly.
Deku was silent as he teased that spot, longer than the pro hero thought he could tolerate.
“One more spot,” Deku announced, pushing his tendrils down over his thighs, creeping over the back of his ticklish knees, lingering there for a moment before tickling toward his calves. “Then round two starts.”
The tendrils slowly slithered down this calves, forcing him to half groan, half whine and bite his cheek. When they grazed over his Achilles heal and brushed down around the sides of his feet, Bakugo felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, energy he pointlessly wasted by yelling a stream of obscenities and fighting hard as he could. He’d never felt more helpless, he’d never been so tortured, he’d never felt as if he could be reduced to begging, but here he was, those sinful words dancing at the tip of his tongue, tempting him like food tempts a starved man.
All from tickling.
Blackwhip paused and Bakugo knew it was over. His fatigue caught up moments before and he stared at Deku with wide pleading eyes. Deku drank that up like a craved cigarette. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.
Well, almost.
“Wait! Deku, wai-”
The rest of his plea fizzled and died on his lips.
He felt it everywhere and nowhere. Tendrils raced over and under his flailing toes, some scratched right underneath and along the stems and pads, more circled and scratched the balls of his feet, playing with the plump, overly sensitive pads. Additional ones scratched just at the creases underneath the balls, which at this point hadn’t been touched and absolutely drove him up the metaphorical wall of madness and hysteria. Others stroked up and down and side to side, playing along his creamy arches, paying special attention to the spot where the heel melts into the arch, while more circled and teased his heels. Two tickled and scratched along the sides of each foot, a few, Bakugo couldn't count, even tickled the tops of his feet along with some slowly stroked up and down this claves and two stragglers unfairly burrowing into the back of his knees.
Bakugo couldn't comprehend anything except how much it fucking tickled.
His mouth was wide open in a silent scream, his eyes squeezed shut, saturated with mirthful tears. When additional tendrils started stroking and alternating between the arches and balls of his feet, a switch flipped in him. He started bouncing up and down, moving the bench slightly as he tried to lift and drop his weight, trying to use pure strength to break it or at least flip it over. Aside from a few cracks and creaks, it was silent as he wasted precious, limited energy.
More at the top and sides. Extra in between the toes. Something evil goosed his ribs.
That was all he couldn't handle.
“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NONONONAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUUUUUCK! AHA AHAHA! AHAHHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOOOOOOOOP!YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT ILL FUCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOUDEAAAAD! MMMGGHGHHMHMHMHMMMAAAAAH!! GOD! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!”
Pure, tortured belly laughter bellowed out of him like a fog horn. His laughter only evolved, turning pained and high pitched when the thing on his cock started vibrating.
“NOOO!”
The tendrils along his feet started slowing, sensually rubbing and tickling his toes. Electricity flitted through his dick, standing to attention within seconds.
Curses temporarily overwhelmed his laughter when Blackwhip wrapped around and pulled his toes back. The sweat coating Bakugo’s body created enough slip for the tendrils to wreak absolute havoc just along the undersides and stems of his toes, where the sensitive skin had been pulled and crueley exposed. Bakugo thrashed and screamed and spat and heaved, but nothing stopped it. Nothing topped it.
This time, Deku didn't edge, didn't relent, and didn't change the pace. Either Bakugo was going to cum like this, or he wasn't.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHESE! AHAHAHA! OOHGADDAMNITPLEEHEHESE!!”
“What are you begging for?” Deku inquired. Bakugo couldn't care that he was being mocked, couldn’t even take the few seconds of brain power to register or understand it.
“AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ST- AHAHAHA! MA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKFUCKFUCK I CAAAAA————”
Silence. Deku furrowed his brows and leaned forward, cupping a hand to his ear. “Hmm?”
“——————PAHA- PH- PLEHE- PLEHEHEHESE! WAHAHAH- WAIHIHIHT! NAHAHA I- I GOHOHAHAH! MMMMMMHHHHHFFFFFAAAGGHHHHH!!!”
The tickling hardly slowed as stars blurred his vision. A loud, animalistic moan burned his raw throat. He came hard, the tendrils slipping and sliding gleefully inside the wet toy.
Even after he was done, it continued for a few more seconds, prompting a loud continuous scream from him that only relented a few moments after everything truly stopped.
He collapsed, breathing so hard and deep that his chest ached.
He only knew one thing; He couldn't fucking handle this anymore.
Deku slow clapped and whistled. “Bet you never thought you could be tickled into an orgasm.”
Bakugo didn't respond, he hardly heard him. He flinched hard when the tendrils teasingly retracted from his reddened and raw feet, traveling up his trembling body once again.
Bakugo moaned. “N-no… Please…Just … please just stop.”
Deku shook his head and beamed. “The game isn’t over yet.”
Bakugo shook his head, entirely defeated. “No more.”
Deku eyes glittered, the emerald hue glowing as though the devil himself had possessed the soul behind them. “Remember,” Tendrils slithered up to his aching ribs. Bakugo gritted his teeth and pulled his arms. Deku’s eyes crinkled. “You cant cum in the same spot twice.”
Tendrils slipped under his arms, waving and stroking like wheat in the wind.
A noise, almost like a disgruntled whine slipped out of Bakugo. “Please. Deku, please just fucking stop this.”
More tendrils. Bakugo inhaled sharply. “I-I know what I di-did wahas fucked a-”
“Is that all it took?” Deku murmured, voice low. “Hours of tickle torture for you to realize that?”
“No!” Bakugo winced as tendrils spilled down his ribs. “Damn it! I’ve known, you fucktard! I- Fuck! I just- SHIHIT! Just- FUCK! Let me goddam taHAHAlk!”
“No.” Deku put a hand up, silencing the quivering blonde. “It might come as a shock to you, but I haven’t thought about what happened in a long time.”
Tracing along the heels of his feet. Bakugo cringed.
“I’ve wanted this for a while. To torture you, and make you beg.” Tendrils slipped into the hollows behind his knees. “To make you answer for each and every horrible thing you did to me, down to every dirty look.” Tendrils teased up his spine again, causing him to lurch forward as much as he could. “I wanted to break you and make you pay. I still do.” Tendrils ghosted down his arms, teasing the skin under his biceps. “Maybe one day, I’ll let you explain it to me. But right now,” Deku stood, straightening his back. All the tendrils lifted themselves from his body, pointing their tips over their respective spots.
“It turns out, I don’t give a shit.”
Tendrils burrowed into his underarms. As if he were being repeatedly tased with a stun gun, he convulsed and seized, immediately dissolving into loud, unrestrained guffaws. His entire being was now just a big ball of overly sensitized, ticklish nerves to which Blackwhip took full advantage of. It dug, scratched, wiggled, pinched and squeezed all over his body, the main event taking place in his armpits. He fell into silent laughter once, twice, three times within the span of a few minutes.
He couldn't fight when the toy started vibrating, when he felt more of Blackwhip dip into the sleeve of the toy, when the tendrils ghosting and tickling his thighs pinched and traced along his ass, and when tendrils teased the newfound egregious zones on his feet. He gave in to the torture, unable to protest when the freedom he had no chance of earning burned out of him for the fourth time.
Everything stopped. His head fell in misery.
Then snapped back up.
He felt it in his armpits, ribs, thighs, groin, feet, knees, calves, arms- everywhere.
Every spot Deku had learned was put to merciless use.
Bakugo’s screams echoed throughout the room, down the hall, and drifted outside, haunting the grounds like loitering ghosts.
He didn't know how long it took for him to finally pass out.
—
His eyes groggily flitted open.
It took a few minutes for his vision to fully come back to him. It took even longer for him to remember where he was. Eyes locked on the water damaged ceiling, his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. When his brain started to catch up with his body, he felt it.
Holy shit, he ached.
His throat felt chipped and raw, his head pounded hard at the side of his temples, his fucking ribs and stomach…
He groaned and pushed himself up, stomach muscles screaming as he held his head in his hand. One glance around the room and one more zap from his aching body confirmed that what happened to him wasn’t just a fucked up nightmare.
Catching a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, he turned his attention to the flimsy nightstand next to his bed. Three bottles of water were placed onto it, along with some dark steaming, floral smelling liquid inside of a beige mug with a spoon sticking out of it. In front of that was a bottle of Advil, a sandwich on a small, circular paper plate, and an envelope. All neatly placed together.
Any reservations he’d possessed about eating and drinking had been thwarted long ago, so he downed the first bottle in seconds as well as half of the second before deciding to swallow three Advils along with the rest. He placed the third bottle underneath the mattress and observed the contents of the mug, deciding it was tea. He took a tentative sip, sighing when the hot liquid velveted down his sore throat, soothing it and warming his stomach. A hint of ginger left a subtle, spicy tang and he could have sworn he tasted a bit of honey. He ate his sandwich as he sipped.
He didn't want to think about who left all of this stuff here for him, much less why. As far as he knew, everyone in this fucking place had access to his room and everyone was a damn scumbag for it.
His gaze turned to the envelope. He finished the tea, pulled the lip open, and pulled out something small and rectangular, wrapped in white tissue paper.
He tore the paper off and his stomach dropped.
“K-Kacchan? Wait, Kacchan! No! STOP! PLEASE!”
It was old and worn. It looked exactly like his.
“PLEASE!”
It was Deku’s All Might trading card.
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An Unexpected Fight
The Unexpected Fight Series
Part 1
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: After "Winning" the sports festival years ago, Bakugo saw an opportunity to redeem himself in a student organized 1v1 circuit, where he faces off against Aya.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Aya
Words: 5,510
Reading Time: 22 Minutes
A/N: Here is it! Part 1 of The Unexpected Fight series! I will admit, it was hard to rewrite this one and I'm not satisfied with it, but hopefully the rest will fall into place. Enjoy!
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A malicious grin slithered across Bakugo’s face.
His eyes flashed across his challenger, who was seated on a bench deep in thought. Her hands were in her lap and she seemed to be entirely focused on what she was doing, eyes closed in quiet meditation.
Bakugo was currently taking part in a student organized 1v1 circuit, particularly because of his “victory” at the sports festival from years ago. Each class was competing separately, and the winners of their respective groups would fight one another in a series of battles until only a single victor remained. As the blonde who had defeated his class was now getting ready to fight the other winners, Bakugo could not be bothered to even remember the name of the victor currently fucking around on the bench. He stood and waited for the match to start, not particularly concerned with whatever trick this feeble-looking woman could pull.
Bakugo exhaled a confident and arrogant scoff, doing a side lunge to loosen up and prepare for the upcoming fight. His thoughts were filled with various combat strategies, trying to decide on the best course of action for a quick victory.
“Kacchan!”
Bakugo's mood immediately shifted when he heard a familiar, shrill voice slither into his ears and knock around annoyingly inside his head. From the corner of his eye, his gaze landed on Deku, who was racing toward him like a green bat out of hell.
“Hey, Kacchan! I know you’re busy getting ready, but I wanted to tell you something about-”
Bakugo huffed obnoxiously, not bothering to hide a twisted and annoyed expression. “You think you can tell me something I don’t already know, nerd? Take a hike.”
“But it’s about Aya’s quirk, you’re not going to expect-“
“I know a hell of a lot more than you, Deku! I don’t give a shit about what your damn strategies are! Fuck off.”
Deku didn’t move. Instead, he rubbed the side of his arm anxiously. Bakugo’s eyes locked on the nervous movement like a shark, growing one hundred times more impatient with each passing second. He could tell that Deku was debating on either insisting or letting it go, probably mumbling up a fucking storm in his own head As much as Bakugo would have loved to watch the nerd explode from overloading his own mind, he just didn’t have the time.
“Well, hurry up and spit it out if you’re just going to fucking stand there. I don’t got all day!”
Deku looked back up at him and before he could lose his nerve, he came right out and asked. “A-are you still ticklish? Like from when we were kids?”
Bakugo froze. He would have cracked his neck if he whirled on Deku any faster than he did. “Huh? What the hell kind of question is that?”
Deku bit his lip, already regretting his approach. “It’s not- I mean, if you are-”
“Shut up.” Bakugo smoothly rose from the stretch and strolled up to Deku, getting in his face. “I grew out of that childish shit ages ago, got it? Now get the hell out of here before I blast you for wasting my time!”
“Kacchan please, I-its important- I mean, I just found out-“
“I’m not gonna say it again!” Bakugo grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Take the hint, you moron! Get lost!” Bakugo gave Deku a firm shove, not enough to knock him down, but enough to get his point across. Midoriya stumbled and stared at Bakugo with wide eyes filled with irritation, gripping his own fists tightly in anger.
“Fine.” Deku closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. His emerald orbs softened into an expression that Bakugo almost didn’t recognize.
Pity.
“Good luck, Kacchan.”
With that, Deku turned and walked away.
Bakugo maintained a steady, unyielding gaze as Deku left, irritated that he had been pulled away from his preparations by such a weird and unnecessary distraction. He returned to his routine, pushing out Deku's interruption and any impact it had on his train of thought. Finally, a pair of ringing chimes alerted him to the start of the battle, at which point Bakugo confidently stepped onto the designated platform, his body filled with the vibrant energy and thrumming anticipation.
He stared at Aya from across the arena, his expression shifting to annoyance as he spotted her small frame and emotionless stare. Her curly hair coiled past her shoulders like winding trails of black smoke that rise from flames. Her cinnamon hued skin was riddled with healed over scars and trauma, one particularly curious one started at the back of her ear, wrapped down the front of her neck, and disappeared with a winding stretch underneath the collar of her shirt. Her eyes were wide and golden brown, like the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey.
He gave her one of his maniacal smiles. “You sure you wanna do this?” He unfurled his fist, letting powerful explosions slip through the cracks of his clawed hands, but his overcooked smugness faded slightly when her eyes refocused on his.
In one second, he felt the dynamic of the entire fight shift.
The vivid brown in her eyes disappeared, completely eclipsed in black, shining in the darkened emptiness of her pupils like a dying star before its collapse. There was something mischievous behind them that Bakugo couldn’t grasp, like an inside joke between friends that he wasn’t in on. Alarm bells instantly clambered around inside his head as he now began to question what the hell her quirk was.
Shit
Ding!
Without hesitation, he used an explosion to propel himself into the air, before angling his body and firing himself downwards like a missile. The force generated from the blasts carried him forward with incredible speed, aimed directly towards her. With his extended hand, Bakugo launched a rapid barrage of explosions and without pausing to see if any of the blasts hit, he landed back on the ground with a heavy THUNK, and triggered one final explosion, causing the arena to tremble and shake with a deafening boom. The ground underfoot cracked and splintered from the force of the blast, and the heat generated by the explosion lingered briefly, filling the area with a fiery glow. Sparks and smoke covered the entire battle field, but through the thickness of it, he frowned. Lifting his hand from the lose ground, he looked at it, then looked around, dumbfounded.
She fucking dodged it.
How the hell-
“Pssst.” A whisper behind him made him start.
He whirled, but she leaned back, avoiding his sparking fist. She took advantage of his momentum and pushed his shoulder with the flow of the punch, causing him to stumble and flop onto his back. Bakugo let out a frustrated growl, quickly getting back onto his feet with a swift hop.
Aya stood in front of him, hands casually slung in the pockets of a hoodie she pulled over her uniform. Her eyes were half closed, sporting a bored and uninterested look. She waved away the smoke in her face, eyes locking on Bakugo.
He snarled. “You’re dead, freak.”
He raised his arm. Explosions popped and flashed brightly through the smoke, lighting up the foggy area like a chaotic, flickering light show. He was about to end the fight in less than a minute when he suddenly gasped and slammed his arm by his side, the explosions in his hand dissipating in a cloud of black smoke. As quick as the feeling came, it disappeared. Keeping Aya in his sights, he quickly searched for anything that may have caused the unusual tingling sensation he felt under his arm.
The corner of Aya’s lip tugged upward.
Bakugo gifted her with a dirty look through narrowed eyes. Lifting his arm, he prepared to shoot out explosions again, but just before they started, he felt that strange, tingling sensation again, only this time it was more intense, like a worm or something was wiggling wildly against his armpit while fingers were spidering and poking down to his ribs. He shouted in startled surprise and shoved his arm hard against his side, his second hand automatically reaching under his arm to grasp whatever that was. Once more, he felt nothing, and his grip closed around empty air.
“The hell?” Bakugo looked himself over before his gaze fell on Aya. She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, an expression that read, "Do you get it yet?"
“What the hell's going on here?" Bakugo's voice conveyed an obvious and palpable sense of frustration.
Aya's unbothered expression and overall demeanor could only be described as casually smug. She stood there with her hands in her pockets, treating the situation like it was nothing special, in a way that only added to Bakugo's frustration and growing embarrassment.
“Give up.”
Bakugo’s eyes grew wide. “What?”
“Surrender. Cry uncle, whatever you prefer.” Despite her neutral expression and tone, Aya's confidence rivaled Bakugo's, a show of strength and assurance that the mysterious girl held her own against the explosive fighter. “Give up.”
Bakugo huffed in disbelief and slowly assumed his classic fighting stance. “If you think I’m giving up without a fight,” He lit up explosions from both of his hands this time. “Then you’re dummer then you look, you frizzy headed freak!”
Her expression never changed, as if his insults were nothing but whispers in the wind.
“Why are you still standing there?” Bakugo gathered his explosives. “Fight me!”
This time, he changed up his strategy, releasing the explosions before his arms even moved, shooting them above his head, and chucking them toward her. Each explosion was condensed and rapid, flying at her with speeds faster than anyone could blink. The concentrated blasts would be impossible to block, and should cause her to be thrown back and knocked off her feet.
The arena quickly filled with smoke as a few rushed and rouge explosions crashed to the ground, causing smoke to billow upwards and obscure his view. Bakugo was just about to blast himself over to Aya to deal the final blow, only to pause after seeing her clear some of the smoke with a causal wave. She was exactly as she was before, with the only difference being her slight movement to the right.
Right when their eyes locked, his surprise was cut short by the sensations that washed over him, causing him to nearly choke as he gasped and clutched his abdomen. His eyes widened as he stared down at his stomach, which felt as if a pack of fingernails were lightly scrabbling up and down on the surface of his skin, beneath his clothing. He grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled it to the side, revealing nothing but the smoothness of his skin and the groves of his abs. Even so, the sensations persisted. Bakugo's eyes flashed to Aya, where she gave a knowing, condescending nod.
Bakugo cursed, feeling a new sense of urgency as the reality of the situation quickly sank in. Aya's quirk seemed to possess the power to manipulate his nerves or his brain, to the point of inducing physical sensations that were not actually there. It was as if his sense of reality had been hijacked. The sensations on his stomach grew stronger, the nails slowly and interchangeably scratching at his skin expanded outwards, teasing the waistline of his pants and the sides of his toned belly. He clenched his hands into fists and his face twitched.
Instead of giving him a dignifying fight, she was playing with him.
This is exactly what Deku was trying to tell him.
That puny bastard.
Aya noticed his mind working. She raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly towards the small crowd trying to gaze through the smoke, silently asking him if he truly wanted to go through with this in front of everyone.
Bakugo bared his teeth. “Listen here, if you don’t wanna get fucked up-”
Aya put her hand up. "You're out of your league here. Give up and I wont embarrass you.”
Bakugo froze, his mouth set in a sneer as he stood firm in the face of Aya's challenge. There was no way he could give up, especially before anything even happened. Bakugo tried to recall the last time he was tickled, the memory bringing him all the way back to elementary school. He knew that he might still be a little ticklish, but enough to become incapacitated and unable to fight? He highly doubted it. The whole concept sounded incredibly ridiculous to him and it brought the confidence that he needed back to his face in the from of a cocky smile. If this hag was going to try to tickle him into giving up, she had another thing coming.
As the crowd waited patiently for visualization to return, Bakugo lit up some more explosions in his hands, finding strength in his confidence.
“That kindergarten bullshit doesn’t work on me, but you can fucking try!” Bakugo blasted himself upwards, rising high above Aya to create space between them. He hoped that the distance would make it harder for her to use the quirk so if anything, he could take her out from the air. That plan was immediately thwarted when he felt a flurry of light finger scratches scraping rapidly against his sides. He growled and sent another barrage of explosive blasts down towards her, trying to push her back and give himself time to figure out how to gain the upper hand. Distance didn’t work, so maybe-
“AH!”
A sudden burst of fingers rubbing, scribbling, and squeezing in his armpits forced an unrestrained squawk out of him, causing him to abruptly halt his ascent to shove his hands under his arms. It felt like there were three hands in each armpit, One set of thumbs kneading torturously at the bottom, another set of fingers scribbling endlessly in the center, and another hitting an impossible angle right at the top tendon where his bicep connected with the top rim of his underarms. Each hand rotated spots and techniques, maintaining a constant and inconsistent method. Caught off guard by the sheer numbers and intensity, Bakugo folded in on himself, elbows clamped to his sides. Choked laughter hiccuped in his throat, and even high in the air where no one could hear him, he struggled not to make a sound. His eyes widened when the fingers suddenly grew nails, causing him to go back on his pledge and splutter, his mind momentarily overwhelmed by the sensations of manicure-inspired torment.
As the ground grew closer, his chances of landing safely rapidly declined. The initial attack subsided halfway through his fall, but each time he lifted his arms to take control of it, the tickling would start again and he’d be forced to slam his arms back down. Finally, he had no choice but to keep his arms up and as he did so, a harsh and rapid squeezing sensation from all three sets of hands caused him to accidentally launch himself past his desired landing spot and across the field with a loud bark of laughter.
Bakugo slammed into the ground, his back taking the brunt of the impact. He had no time to pick himself back up before he felt the nails and fingers of Aya's quirk scribbling against his neck, collarbones, and even his shoulders. The sensation wasn’t nearly as strong as before, but with each scratch and scribble, he felt goosebumps spread along his skin. He rubbed at his neck as he stood, but the effort was useless. He groaned in frustration, stretching out his shoulder in time to see Aya, who had taken the small trip to meet him at the corner of the field.
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Izuku watched with concern as the smoke from Kacchan’s explosions continued to shroud the fight between he and Aya. Even though Kacchan acted like a total jerk, Izuku still felt the need to protect him. Midoriya didn't think it would be easy trying to warn the angry blonde about Aya, but he didn't imagine it would be that difficult. After receiving insider information from one of Aya’s classmates, he raced to find his childhood friend, hoping he could at least get a few words in before being kicked out or ignored completely. Unfortunately, he was hardly able to get a few words out before the other hit his boiling point.
The warning had been given to the best of his ability, and that was all Midoriya could hope for at that point.
Aya's personality was well-suited to her quirk, which specialized in the manipulation of physical sensations, allowing her to impose and replicate almost any kind of sensory feeling on anyone she could lay her eyes on. Her quirk, coupled with her lack of empathy and remorse, unpleasant upbringing, and strong distrust of anyone she meets, made her a very scary and dangerous person to face.
Aya knew that her quirk, while powerful and insidious, would not be allowed in the tournament without some degree of restriction, as openly torturing students into resigning using pain and bodily harm was grounds for disqualification. Her creativity and outside-the-box thinking allowed her to find a whole new way to play, one that would prove incredibly effective. Her creativity and resourcefulness paid off, allowing her to beat her class and take the crown through her unique, unorthodox, and innovative use of her quirk.
“AH!”
Suddenly there was a break in the mist. Izuku’s head tilted up, watching as his friend clamped his elbows to his sides and doubled over, face scrunched in effort. Midoriya bounced his leg impatiently when Kacchan let himself fall right back down.
He sighed.
No matter how the blonde treated him, he still wanted to see him succeed.
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“Bastard!”
Bakugo struggled to contain his sounds of discomfort, biting the inside of his cheek to maintain control over his twitchy reactions. The fingernails were beginning to spread out, from his neck and shoulders, down to his chest. He felt them teasingly brush over his pecks, the outer edge of his underarms and the inner sides of his ribs near his stomach, sending violent shivers down his spine. He held back the impulse to slap and claw at his body, feeling like there were bugs ticklishly crawling around underneath his shirt. He flinched when he felt fingers start to lightly and tentatively, intermittently squeeze his lower ribs and scratch at the edges of his belly.
“Y-You scared to actually fight or something? Ss-stop this stupid shit!”
Aya shook her head like she was disappointed. “Give up.”
He would rather die.
“Fuck off.” He sneered. His body was stiff with effort, and he closed his hands into tight fists. He cursed himself for not even being able to keep his arms up long enough for an accurate blast, or to save himself from a fall. Unless he wanted to become a blabbering incoherent mess on the floor, He needed to think of something.
His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh squeeze to his flanks, to which he reacted with a closed mouth groan and a quick bend to the side. “Fuck you! This is what you use your lame ass quirk for? Did the others tap out because you bored them into it? How the hell did you get this far with this weak shit? I’ll kill you and throw your damn head in the ocean.”
Aya’s amusement faded. “Last chance.”
“Fuck you and your chaAH!”
Bakugo spluttered and contorted his face into a pain induced expression, biting his cheek so hard, he tasted blood. He pushed harsh air through clenched teeth and pursed lips as he felt thumbs digging into his hips, rubbing the bone in agonizing circles. He felt stupid little girl giggles building up in the back of his throat but he quickly swallowed it. The worst part was having to stand there as it was happening, the blonde refusing to move and show any kind of weakness as he was getting the shit tickled out of him. He moved his arm slightly to the side, hoping to sneak a small explosion that would at least create some distance between them, but the flurry of tickles attacked his armpits again causing him to yell out and shove his elbows against his sides once more. Aya rolled her eyes at his efforts.
Bakugo was running out of options, and he realized that he couldn't just stand there and let Aya control the fight. He had to make a move. Quicker than she could react, he raised both arms, this time keeping them up when the flurry of fingers attacked, and blasted a sloppy round of explosions towards her, squeezing out a only few small, concentrated rounds before a crushing sensation closed in around his neck, like a steel bar randomly dropped on it. He stumbled backwards, hand gripping his throat before he tripped and fell hard on his back. As soon as his back hit the ground, the feeling on his neck lightened, but he felt his arms and legs prickle and give out, as if they had fallen asleep. He tried to move his arms, but it felt like they lost their integrity, only twitching in response.
Aya walked into his field of vision, a red and angry looking welt shone on her leg, shoulder, and chest, the wounds looking considerably bad under her singed clothes. Bakugo’s eyes flashed with recognition.
He finally fucking hit her! “I hope that stings, hag.” He hissed.
The look on Aya’s face went dark. "You're lucky we're not somewhere else, or I'd really be torturing you."
Her face twitched and Bakugo felt his limbs grow heavier, as if they were made of led. He grunted and struggled, able to buck his hips, move his elbows and knees, but even with a tremendous amount of effort, his arms and shins only lifted slightly.
He grunted. “What the actual-”
She leaned over him, so her face was directly above his. Her eyes were as black as they appeared, soulless and deep. A few drops of blood leaked from her shoulder, dripping down next to Bakugo’s head.
She clenched her jaw, eyes flashing with sadism. “I’m not going to stop until you piss yourself or pass out.”
Bakugo only had one second to register that sentence before hell unleashed on his body.
He screamed as an immediately intense ticklish sensation bloomed on his stomach. It felt like fingers, nails, and brushes were all attacking him at the same time. The nails scratched at the top of his stomach right underneath his ribs, each individual finger nail on two hands scratching in small circles, following the downward slope of his ribs.
Another pair of hands scratched and kneaded his abs, using deviously sharp nails to trace and outline the prominent groves. Two nails, one on each side, scratched that horribly sensitive spot right at the corners of his stomach where it connected to his sides.
Fingers squeezed the area at his lower belly right above the waist line of his pants, hitting a sweet spot directly above his hips. Brushes scrubbed torturously on the pads of his abs and on his outer stomach, a rouge pair venturing out to tease his sides and slip over towards his back. The brushes that left the pack, used the very tips of their nonexistent bristles to tease his lower back at the spot where they connected to the outer part of his flanks. Even worse, the sensation spread without respite to the source, winding about in unholy circles. One small nail circled around his belly button, occasionally dipping into it to scratch at the inner walls at random.
He was able to hold still for for all of one second.
Bakugo slammed his head back against the ground so hard, his vision doubled. His shoulders lifted as much as they could from the ground and he shook his head back and forth. His face grew red and his eyes squinted shut. His breathing escalated and he pushed it out in one long breath, punctuating the last few seconds of it in an animalistic growl. His reaction was majorly grunts, curses and growls, the occasion shout and laugh disguised as a cough when the any of them honed in on a sweet spot. No matter how hard he pressed his back into the ground, the brushed persisted.
“FffffFFFFfffffFFHFHFHFHFFFFF-”
Aya’s eyebrows rose mockingly in a surprised look. “Hm. That technique usually has everyone kicking and screaming.”
“MMMGGGHHH!”
Bakugo was sweating. The tickling he felt all over his stomach and lower back never dulled or tapered off. It stayed consistent, seeking out the worst spots to focus on. A pair of nails found that the jelly fishing technique at the center of his stomach made him writhe. A set of brushes found that interchangeably poking their bristles underneath and along the waistline of his pants made him buck. A pair of hands found that dragging their long nails slowly up his sides while wiggling them slightly made him desperately try to pull his body upwards, so they did that over and over and over again. His twitching and head banging evolved into bucking and desperate pulls at his limbs as the sentient and bogus tickle tools learned more about his body and manipulated it. He had never felt anything this torturous in his life, and God, he wanted it to stop.
And it only got worse.
Bakugo’s body seized when he felt fingers start to climb his ribs. The urgency in his struggling increased, involuntary yelps and muffled laughs slipping past his tight lips. He arched his back and spluttered, losing his composure more and more with each rung the fingers climbed. He pushed his head up so he could look down at his body. His eyes darted over the exact spots he was being tormented, but there was nothing to show for it. He tried again to move his arms, the effort monumental and pointless.
“FFFHMHMHMHMHM!”
Aya was saying something, but he couldn’t hear any of it over the war he was fighting.
The fingers suddenly switched up. Instead of scratching, they started rubbing and kneading into the bottom half of his ribs, causing him to jolt and buck. Giggles escaped freely in the form of closed mouth humming, occasionally slipping through the cracks in his lips in the form of pained laughter. Aya leaned in closer, her small fingers wrapping themselves around Bakugo's wrists. With a slow and delicate movement, she lifted his hands up and positioned them by his head, his fingers twitching as he tried to resist. He realized that Aya did this not because she needed access, but just to make him feel as exposed and as vulnerable as possible. He hated himself for how well it worked.
Then he felt three pairs of hands attack his armpits.
His mouth and eyes shot open, appearing as if he was laughing even before the sound came out.
“FFFFFFFFFFAHAHAHAHAK! AHH! AHAH! FAHAKING SHIHIT! GAHA- GAHAHAD DAMN IHIHIHIT! NAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
Aya nodded. “Thats more like it.”
With his arms strained from the constant pressure he was exerting on them, Bakugo felt the fingers pressing and rotating into the grooves of his ribs, following the bones all the way to his back. He began to flail and thrash, bucking his hips and shifting his body from side to side. Bouncing his knees and flapping his elbows. Bakugo knew he looked absolutely ridiculous, he didn't care at this point.
“WAIT WHAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAHIHI- AHH! OHHOO MY- GAHH! WHAHAT THE FAHAHAHAK IS THAHAHA?!”
He felt hundreds of thin fuzzy tentacles slither under his shirt, caressing his twitching body and hitting the little spots the fingers and brushes weren’t focused on. He felt them slither over his entire back, hitting a largely sensitive spot underneath his shoulder blades, running up his spine, squirming on the back of his neck, and wiggling over his collarbones. He felt them slither maddeningly over his flanks, making him buck and throw his weight around. He jolted hard when he felt arms wrap around him from behind and slowly massage his upper ribs. Bakugo shook his head rapidly, voice cracking when the hands used four finger to start a light massage dangerously close to his death spot.
He was in hysterics, so when he literally felt hands slip underneath the waistband of his pants to attack his bare hips and thighs, he immediately dissolved into silent laughter. The fingers dug into his firm thighs, his laughter reaching soprano levels when they squeezed his inner thighs. Thumbs kneaded right into the crease where his legs bent into his hips, and another pair of thumbs drilled into the tendons that connects his inner thighs to his crotch.
It was maddening. He tried to squeeze his legs together, tried to pull down his arms, tried to protect his back, but he couldn’t. The moment his feet came under attack was when his laughter turned silent for the second time.
Brushes scrubbed up and down his soles, while another pair scrubbed the tops. Each toe had its own pair of mini brushes as did the balls of his feet. The fuzzy tentacles swarmed all over and around, slinking in between his toes and wrapping around them like toe separators to constantly nuzzle back and forth, occasionally reaching down to attack the stems and upper balls of his feet.
Bakugo no longer cared about winning. The constant teasing and mocking he would undoubtedly have to endure for giving in was the farthest thing from his mind. He just wanted out; he needed it to stop.
Black smoke rose from his hands, but he was too hysterical to notice.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAH! OHOH- O-OHOHOHOHKAHA- OHOHOHKAY! FUCKINGOKAY STAHAHAHAHAHA!”
But she didn’t. She didn’t even speak. He opened his eyes, but was blinded by tears.
“I’m not going to stop until you piss yourself or pass out.”
There’s no fucking way she actually meant that. No fucking way.
The torture didn’t cease.
“AH! NO! SHIT SHIHIHIT SHIT! NO!”
The fingers massaging his upper ribs finally slipped into the little space below his armpits and right above his ribs.
His mind went blank.
“NONONONAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHHAH AHAH! NOHOHOHHOT THAHAHAHA- GAAAHAHAHAHAD! PAHAHAHAHAH- PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA- I CAHANT! I CAHANT FUCKING- NAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHHAHAHAHP! GEHEHEHT OOAHAHAHAHAHFF, YOU BIHIHIHIHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Tears flowed down his face like rainwater over river rocks. The additional, continuous tickling behind his knees, along with another pair of hands squeezing his death spot proved to be too much for his already overloaded mind to bear. A massive explosion surprised them both, completely overwhelming and blinding him even through his closed eyelids.
The release of the overwhelming torture was like a building being lifted off his chest. He took in the air greedily, sucking in breaths as if he had just done a twenty-foot dive into the lake. He rolled to his hands and knees, the suddenness of it all was enough to make him feel dizzy and sick. The area around him was covered in soot, and the ground was blackened and flat.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Aya and did not hesitate, immediately chucking a large explosion at her. She dodged it, twirling and dodging with ease as her eyes turned to focus on him.
NO!
Bakugo braced himself, but nothing happened. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her frantically try to wave away a cloud of smoke that wafted in front of her.
His jaw dropped.
Before he could think of the entire plan, he locked eyes in Aya’s direction and aimed his palms to the ground in front of her. He let out a series of explosions and a thick smoke screen swirled around both of them.
Bakugo couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face.
He charged towards Aya, using his explosions to create a cover of smoke. Before she could see him again, he barreled into her, both of them falling to the ground. Aya got up first, and desperately tried to wave away the smoke around them, her eyes searching for him. However, Bakugo had already built up a huge blast of energy, aimed right at her chest. The explosion knocked her backwards and she slammed violently into one of the benches at the side of the arena. When the smoke partially cleared, Bakugo saw that she continued to lay there.
Unconscious.
He won.
The arena was silent, before loud applause and cheers filled the room in celebration. However, he was in no mood to accept praise. With his hands resting in his pockets, he turned away from the few students gathered near the entrance, heading to the door. As he walked out, he could see his classmates seated just a few feet away, Deku in the middle as the rest cheered and clapped. Bakugo's expression blank, completely numb. His body was weak and tired, and it was all he could do to remain standing and make his way back towards the dorms.
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Part 2
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Hi! I'm Sallage. I write tickle fics about whatever I'm obsessing over atm. I post SFW/NSFW. All works will tend to be edgy and have strong language. Characters are always 18+. Minors DNI
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Summary: Bakugo faces off against Aya in a sanctioned 1v1 circuit, a competition reminiscent of the sports festival from years past. Despite suffering another humiliating win, which left him with shaken confidence and doubts about his abilities, his friends rally around him to help him overcome his weaknesses and regain his drive and confidence.
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An Unexpected Fight (Lee Bakugo, Ler Aya)
I’m Not Giving Up (Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad)
Red (Lee Bakugo, Ler Kirishima)
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Icyhot Rage (Lee Bakugo, Ler Todoroki)
Until The End (Lee Bakugo, Ler Midoriya)
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A/N: These fics can be read individually and have no real correlation. Enjoy!
Secrets; Secrets Are No Fun (Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad)
Your Turn, Blasty (Lee Bakugo, Ler Shindo)
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The Milkman - Update
We are approaching the finish line, ya'll! A few essential tweaks here and there, an extra set of eyes 👀, One more good proof read and we are good to go. I should hopefully have it out this weekend!
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