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Wet sounds filled the room that still smelled of fresh paint. Naughty sounds of kisses, lustful moans as Bakugou and Deku stumbled across the space together, avoiding boxes, scattered items and other things that still needed to get to their official location. Their lips were glued together and so were their tongues.
Heh. They were so gross. But there was a reason to celebrate. They had finally moved into their new home. 'The next upgrade' Bakugou had been looking forward to, been saving his money for, and been longing for, had come sooner than they both expected.
They had still been busy looking for a place to live when he caught the news that Sero and Denki were moving out of their apartment, out of the city and even out of the country - heading for the UK of all places for Sero's new job.
Their former home was the place where they often came together to throw parties with other friends. It was ideally located, well isolated, with only few neighbors - who were never at home. It was perfect, and it was now theirs. Sometimes all people needed to get what they want in life, was a bit of luck, and fuck yeah Bakugou could speak of a lot of luck in this case.
"K-Kacchahahan hold ohohon!" Deku laughed when Bakugou gripped his sides tightly, tickling him while at the same time guiding him towards their empty bed. The bed wasn't made, the walls were only 70% painted (it was necessary, let's just not say anything about Sero and Kaminari's... choices), and they were definitely not done moving yet.
But Bakugou already knew they were going to have the best sex and tickle sessions ever here, and he wanted to do it right now.
Well, not that they didn't already give it a try within these newly owned square meters before. Of course Bakugou already fucked Deku here and there, and tickled him a lot, whenever they were busy moving or painting.
But today was the official move date. Their final things had been packed and now stood scattered through the apartment. They had said goodbye to their former home, so long farewell, and they were now already in bed in their new room, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.
"Kaha-Kacchahahan plehease!" Deku turned on his front and tried to crawl away from under him.
"What's wrong nerd, don't wanna celebrate our move by dying of laughter? Sure, I'll let you come too. If you behave~" Bakugou teased, his fingers digging into Deku's torso. Deku shrieked and struggled hysterically.
"Nohoho! AHah I sahahaid wait!" Deku finally turned on his side and managed to snatch one of Bakugou's hands by its fingers. His forefinger and middle finger were now caught in Deku's little fist as he caught his breath, and Bakugou blinked and gaped at him.
"Oh, so you were serious," he said. Like, Deku would say 'wait!' hundreds of times, and he would still forgive Bakugou if he didn't really wait before wrecking him completely.
Deku nodded. "I do want to celebrate! It's just, eh..." he panted and he scratched his head awkwardly. Deku, shy? About sex? Tickling? At this stage? Bakugou cocked his head. He was already half-hard, his dick throbbing in his pants and here Deku was, just making him wait.
"Haven't got all day," he grumbled when Deku continued to struggle with his words. What were they, high schoolers? Ugh. To put pressure on him, Bakugou used his other hand to poke him in the stomach, making him squeak. From the single poke he just couldn't help but also tickle his tummy with some quick wiggles, and Deku's cute laugh was heard once again.
"Yeheeh ahahalright! I do want to celebrate!" he repeated, still panting, and he looked up at him with the cutest puppy look that should just be illegal.
"I want it to be you."
Bakugou frowned. "....Me?"
Deku nodded again. "This time, I'll tickle you," he said with confidence that did not really match with the shy attitude. Bakugou tried to pull his hand away, but Deku still held him and he squeezed tightly, making him sense this scary determination.
"Y-you're the one who likes getting tickled," Bakugou said, blushing slightly. It wasn't that Deku never tickled him, but just never.... the erotic kind of tickling. That was just for him to treat Deku with. Tickle him to death, fuck him all over and tickle him more. That was their thing. But the other way around....?
"What makes you think that? Why now?" Bakugou asked.
Deku chuckled and pulled Bakugou's hand further towards him. With his free hand he walked two fingers up his wrist, tickling him very lightly.
"I just know you'll be loud. We couldn't do it where we lived, and I've been wanting to," he said. Bakugou gasped. Now that really triggered a lot in him. He felt offended, shocked, challenged, and irritated all at once as he finally did pull his hand free.
"Me, loud? You mean louder than you? Hell no. I swear I could take it way better. Twice, ten times better. Remember two days ago? Oh I do. You were moaning the safeword over and over and over!"
Deku was smirking despite that comment and Bakugou knew he was playing right into those pesky little hands, but it was already too late, so he continued:
"Alright, here's the deal. Fine, you do it to me first. I could take that shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner anytime. It'll be like warming up, ok? I could swear I won't even come from just a little tickling. And if you fail in making me come, or call out the safeword, that's my win, and then we really celebrate. And oh I'm going to destroy you," Bakugou spoke in some kind of villainy monologue, already getting harder with each thought he spent on that last part.
Deku wanted to make him work for the reward, even after all this moving shit? Fiiine. It was going to be worth it.
"Hmmm okay. Sure!" was Deku's only reply to Bakugou's speech, and he smirked. "Then put this on first," he said, taking the bondage rope from Bakugou's pocket which he had intended to use on him.
"Okay then mister Deku," Bakugou said sarcastically, wrapping the rope around his wrist while Deku walked around the room to gather more tools from several moving boxes that weren't unpacked yet.
"Oh and get undressed first too, Kacchan~" Deku instructed. Bakugou scoffed.
"I always gladly rip those clothes off your body, but no. I can do it myself. Totally fine by me of course. Even better," he muttered, putting the rope aside so he could take off his shirt. He also took off his pants and settled himself on their brand new bed, wearing only his underwear.
Yeah they didn't only get a new apartment, they also got a new bed. A bed that was fit for.... sessions like these. Bakugou blushed. It was really not his idea to be the first to be in this position though, but then again, the reward of Deku suffering from the tickling and sexual pleasure he was going to give him afterwards.... he could only imagine it to be even doubled if he worked hard for it.
"Here let me do it," Deku said when Bakugou had sloppily tied one of his own wrists to the bed. He watched how his boyfriend just came back from gathering more things, and Bakugou spotted the little pile of items he had collected, his eyes focusing on a little bottle.
"What is that?" he asked, nodding at it. Deku secured his wrist tightly to the bed and got started on his other one as well.
"What is what? You have to be more specific Kacchan~" he said. Oh the little shit. Bakugou grunted.
"The bottle. That isn't lube."
"No you're correct, it's oil. I got it recently, heard that it works really well with tickle sessions," he explained casually. Bakugou sighed. And he couldn't share that with him earlier? Bakugou hadn't even used that on Deku yet. He should have been the first!
"There. Are you good?" Deku asked as he finished tying him up, but without waiting for his answer he dragged a finger from Bakugou's wrist to his underarm, and Bakugou jolted in shock and pulled at his tied arms.
"Hnghhh!"
Deku giggled. "Seems tight enough."
What a little shit! "I'm going to destroy you after this, you know that huh?" Bakugou panted, and Deku giggled even more.
"I know, but I'm gonna destroy you first."
Bakugou just stayed there quietly while Deku tied his ankles to the bed as well, spreading him out completely. So he immediately went for this pose, pfft. Talk about lazy. Bakugou tried to think of ways to joke about Deku's choices, but in reality he was just feeling a little nervous. In this position, he was so helplessly exposed...
After tying him up, Deku sat on top of the bed by his side with his little pile of kinky items beside him, and....
"And take that off, damn it!" Bakugou yelled when a very happy All Might grinned at him, giving him a thumbs up.
"Oh right, sorry," Deku said, taking off his nerd shirt and giving him the perfect view of those lovely abs. Bakugou felt himself twitch in his underwear. After all this time, he still had such a gross soft spot for this nerd.
"So, same safeword as-"
"I don't need your stupid safeword, now come on and tickle me. Let's see what it's all about," Bakugou said impatiently. Nice, nice. He was beaming with confidence as ever while the nervous feeling in his chest got suppressed.
But he wasn't the only one who was acting all confident. Deku smirked at him and held up his hand with wiggling fingers.
"Ooookay then. I'll check again soon, but if you're in such a hurry, I'll just get started." And he did. His wiggling fingers went for his ribs immediately and Bakugou inhaled sharply, his laughter caught in his throat as he fought his reactions.
"Y-y-you s-suck so bad!" he huffed, squirming and struggling against his bonds.
"Why?"
"N-not the ribs - f-first!"
"I don't see why not, Kacchan. Here, I'll do it like this." Deku went from poking to wiggling, his fingers moving rapidly up and down Bakugou's vulnerable ribcage, and Bakugou was embarrassed that he was already giggling.
"Pfhahahaha! Thihihis is nohothing!"
"Don't worry, we only just got started~" Deku replied. He dug in firmly and Bakugou jolted, his arms pulling at the rope that kept them tightly stuck to the bed.
"Heheh-WHAhh! That wahahas so lohohow!" Bakugou roared when Deku switched to tickling his armpits without warning.
"You never play fair either when you tickle me, Kacchan. Besides, I need to keep you entertained hm? Or else you will get bored," Deku said while he wiggled his fingers under his arms.
"AHaham! I ahaham bohohored ahahas hehehell!" Bakugou yelled. Deku snickered.
"Oh no, we have to do something about that," he said, poking Bakugou's armpits ruthlessly. Bakugou was confident that Deku would've been worse in this situation, but yes, it did tickle. A lot, already. Not that he felt like admitting to that.
"HEhehehe! Fuhuhucker!" he cackled, shaking his head wildly. The feeling of Deku's fingers scribbling and poking all over his helplessly exposed underarms really made him struggle a lot.
Deku seemed to notice too, so he climbed on top of him and straddled him. He sat a little higher than usually in this position though, sitting right on top of his tummy, towering over him. In that same position, he went for Bakugou's armpits and ribs again, only now it was a lot harder to struggle.
"PFhahaah! Agahahain hehehere?! So bohohoring!" Bakugou protested when the same spots were tickled all over. Deku giggled.
"It still seems to tickle, so we aren't finished yet~" Deku said, and he reached behind him to grab one of the tools. Bakugou waited to see the oil appear, but Deku grabbed a little brush instead. He flicked the tickly hairs of the brush under his chin and down his neck while his free hand continued to lazily dance its fingers all over his sensitive underarm.
"HEhehhe! Gehehet that dahahamn thihihing awahahay!" Bakugou laughed. The brush felt awful! It tickled and itched, and he felt how he got goosebumps from it, and... oh. He gasped when Deku finally stopped tickling his armpit and pinched his hardened nipple instead.
"Good, that worked," he said as if he had been working on some science project. He placed the brush between his teeth and pinched Bakugou's other nipple as well. Bakugou groaned softly and closed his eyes.
"Hnngh-FUCKHAha hehehey!" he shrieked when Deku clawed at his lower ribs all of a sudden. Deku chuckled and took the brush again, which he used to tickle his nipples with.
"I tohohold you not the bruhuhush ahahaa!" Bakugou cried. He arched his back and struggled, but Deku was determined to continue until he was breathing heavily. He then reached behind him again and this time he did grab the bottle. Bakugou sighed when the cold liquid was put on his chest, and he calmed down again when Deku started to rub it all over him.
Now that felt more like a massage. "Do you think you can handle it? Still no safeword?" Deku asked. Bakugou laughed mockingly.
"Handle what? This feels quite comfortable. And everything you did so far isn't - HEheh! Ohohoh thihis ihisn't sohoho bahahad eheheither!" he laughed when the comfortable rubbing already soon changed to rapid scribbles. The sensation of Deku's fingers wiggling all over his oily ribs, underarm and chest indeed felt quite maddening.
"AHhhah! Stuhuhupid ohohoil!" Bakugou laughed, and Deku laughed playfully in response. He moved down and repositioned himself at his hips, so some of the oil dripped from Bakugou's chest down towards his stomach.
Deku wiggled his fingers around the area to spread the liquid further, and when he got around his belly button and lower stomach, he was embarrassed when he couldn't stop his voice from changing pitch.
"HEheh! Shihihit!" he cursed.
"Tickles huh?" Deku teased, scratching all over the tingling areas, and he wiggled a finger in his belly button.
"Fuhuhuck! Not ahahat aaaall!" Bakugou yelled, but he really noted how tense all of his limbs were. His muscles started to ache from struggling against the ropes so much, and he felt so hot all over.
Most likely from laughing and struggling so much, but the remarkable heat around his crotch was eh... Hm.
"You're hard, Kacchan," Deku said as if reading his mind, his fingers tickling him right above the line of his underwear. Bakugou laughed helplessly and shook his head.
"I ahahalready wahahas b-before we staahharted this, neheherd!"
Truth. Though he was afraid he got a little harder during all this. But that must've been because his nipples are just that sensitive. And Deku with his bare chest in his face just now, yeah. Hot.
"Really? I see I see," Deku said, peeling his underwear down and slowly revealing him. Bakugou glanced down tiredly and the sight of the amount of precum dripping from his dick really made him blush.
"It does feel good, getting tickled right?" Deku asked, stroking him a few times while his free hand casually switched between squeezing his hip and inner thigh. Bakugou barked out loud.
"AHH! Heheheh it dohohoesn't!" he lied. It did. No matter how much he loved to tickle Deku until he came, he did tease him a lot about it too. About how turned on he would get from something like that, calling him a masochist. Now Bakugou was exactly the same. He panted and moaned, feeling more stimulated than during any other hand job, without the bondage and without the tickling.
"Ahhhhahh!" Bakugou moaned and laughed when Deku increased the speed of the hand job, his oily hand pleasuring him while his other hand continued to explore areas in a way that made Bakugou laugh.
"Waitwaitwahahait!" Bakugou yelled when he felt this was going too fast. Deku let go of his throbbing dick and cocked his head.
"Hmm? he hummed.
"Not yet," Bakugou panted. He moved his head slightly, nodding at Deku.
"Inside you," Bakugou demanded, as if he wasn't the one in the submissive pose. He refused to let Deku have all of the fun here.
"You're tied up," Deku said with a blush.
"And I can still fuck you," Bakugou said. "You just have to do it yourself."
Deku thought for a moment, but then nodded. "You're right." He grabbed the lube and moved a bit out of sight.
"Hey, why not do it where I can see you?" Bakugou asked, still panting, but he knew why. He screeched when he suddenly felt his feet getting tickled. He lifted his head, hurting his neck slightly just to see Deku fingering himself with the lube to loosen him up, but one hand was leaning on Bakugou's foot and casually wiggling its fingers around.
"Stahhaahp that! Hehehey you lihittle shihit!" Bakugou laughed.
It lasted for longer than Bakugou had expected, but at last after some almost unbearable foot tickling, Deku came back in sight, now naked and also very hard.
"I'd jerk you if you untie me," Bakugou panted, smirking to see that Deku had gotten this turned on as well. So he liked both tickling and being tickled this much huh.
He shook his head and sat back on top of him, positioning himself right at Bakugou's stiff erection.
"Look at you, having to do it all by yourseWAHahh!" Bakugou squealed when Deku squeezed both his hips. Bakugou jolted but his determined and horny lover kept him firmly in place while he continued to work himself down on top of him. Bakugou moaned softly when he felt himself enter him, but Deku's fingers were also scribbling lightly at his bare waist, still causing him to laugh.
"Thihihis is so fuhucking weheheird ahahaahh!" Bakugou laughed tiredly. He watched Deku move on top of him, and ah, when he was finally all the way in, he started thrusting up, fucking his boyfriend like he did so often, except this was quite a different position. With his arms and legs tied up, it wasn't like he could easily -
"NGheheha! Deheheku!" he squeaked when Deku started to wiggle his fingers all over his oily torso again, tickling his toned stomach, sides, ribs and aaah his underarms again.
"You fuck me - I - tickle you, heh, f-fair deal, isn't it?" Deku panted, and Bakugou would've loved to have a clever response to that. But he could only laugh and moan. It felt absolutely insane - in a good way.
"AAHhahaha! Nohahaha!"
Deku's ass was moving skilfully, but so were his fingers, tickling him exactly where it tickled most. One hand up and down his torso, the other tickling his nipple lightly. One hand then moved down a bit, tickling down his side, and the other hand followed suit, in an almost sort-of structural rhythm, dropping lower and lower until both hands were right at Bakugou's lower stomach.
He could see a little smirk on Deku's face as he said: "I'll warn you, it tickles a lot right here when you do it to me. So I think...." His fingers started scribbling at the spot, and Bakugou gulped.
"HOwaahhh! Nahahaha oh shiihihit!" The increase of ticklishness also gave him a wave of doubled pleasure, making him feel even more stimulated than ever before. And while this was the sort of ecstasy he would've liked to feel for a bit longer, the peak came sooner than expected.
"EEheheheeh!" he laughed as he came. It was as if his orgasm was what took Deku over the edge as well, because he came right after, all over Bakugou's already oily and sweaty chest. Now he was covered in cum too, and still, Deku did not stop tickling him. Still resting on top of him, with Bakugou's dick still pulsing inside him, Deku scribbled his nimble fingers all over Bakugou's sensitive torso.
"Deheheheku! T-thihis is thehe p-point whehere we quihihit! GAhaha!"
"Would you quit, Kacchan?"
Bakugou gasped in realization. Probably not? He'd absolutely destroy the nerd. Welp, seemed like they shared the same thoughts and methods then. "AAHahha! GAhaha!" he shrieked, squirming helplessly. Deku wasn't stopping. He wasn't! stopping! Bakugou's chest was heaving with each heavy breath. He felt more ticklish after his orgasm, the sensations started to feel less bearable.
As a hero he had learned to tolerate a lot, but this was just.... He needed it to stop. He needed it to stop soon, or else, he wasn't sure what would happen. It was too much!
"DEKUhuh! BWahahha! I-eheheh- Izuku! S-safeword! Safewohohohord!" he called out helplessly, and even though they didn't determine an actual safeword, just saying this really did the trick after all. Deku smirked and immediately stopped. He finally moved off him and kissed his dry lips before finally untying his arms.
Before Deku could move to the other side to untie his feet, Bakugou grabbed him and pulled him on top of him.
"Wah!" Deku gasped when he ended up resting on top of Bakugou's dirty oil-sweat-cum-chest, and Bakugou continued panting while he held him close.
"I-it wasn't so bad, right?" Deku asked sweetly.
"Stop talking," Bakugou murmured.
"Heh. But you did come, Kacchan. And you said the safeword. It's not your win."
That sassy little guy???
"I didn't come because of the tickling, it's because we fucked and it felt damn good. And the safeword wasn't technically a safeword, you just fell for it."
"..... Such a sore loser. I swear you just enjoyed the tickling a lot too."
"But can you prove it?"
"Eh...."
"Not before I wreck you first, huh? When, you ask? Well, right now of course," Bakugou spoke in one breath before he started clawing up and down Deku's muscled torso.
"BWAHahaha! But I wohohon!" Deku spasmed immediately, struggling on top of him.
"And I'll still get you good, how's that huh? Huuuh?" Bakugou teased, digging his fingers firmly into some of his lover's best tickle spots. Now this was way more familiar territory.
"Kacchahahan! Y-your lehehegs are still- ahahaha!" It didn't matter that Bakugou was still tied up. He shoved Deku right underneath him and devoured him and his delicious ticklishness.
Between Bakugou and no one else: yes, that tickle session did feel fucking good. He hated to admit it even to just himself, but he enjoyed that a lot. It felt challenging, weird, yet satisfying.
And right now? He was feeling good again, because Deku and his ticklish body were all his to enjoy and no single neighbor would come complain about the noise. Bakugou's luck just wasn't running out, and he was here to celebrate it.
"Kacchahahaaaan!"
"Die, neeerd!"