A/N: A continuation (see above) featuring Bakugo’s revenge on Kaminari (for the switch / ler kami stuff you’ll have to check out part 1! he’s all lee all the time here baby) also under a cut bc she got long lol OOPS 1k words 🤷♀️ [continued]
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“Oi! Idiot!” Bakugo’s voice comes from behind the door, accompanying a quick but hard knock. “Open up.”
Kaminari walks over and opens the door to his dorm hesitantly, just a crack. It had only been a few hours since he and the others had put their friend through the very-embarrassing wringer. “What’s uuuuuup, buddy?” He smiles anxiously.
Bakugo stares at him. “Can I come in?”
Denki stutters, “uh- sure- what, uh, what do you need?”
Bakugo stares at him again, deadpan. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Kaminari shakes his head.
Bakugo huffs out a laugh. “Okay. You’re either really an idiot or just naive. Wanna do this in the privacy of your room? Or do I have to drag your ass out into the hallway?”
“D-Do what?” Kaminari flinches.
“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Bakugo asks as he shoves the door the rest of the way open and reaches out to grab at Denki’s waist.
“YeeEEK!” He jumps back from his spot. “Wait- wait- you’re not gonna-?”
Bakugo scoff-laughs. “What? Did you think you were just going to get away with that?”
“Kihihihinda!” Kaminari is giggling already, scrambling out of his reach and backing up to his bed, then crawling backwards across the surface of his mattress. “Nohoho please- Bakugo- don’t! I cahahan’t! I- hehe- I’ll zahahahahap you!”
“Yeah?” Bakugo glares. “Try that and I’ll kill you for real.”
“Nohohohohot a threat!” Kaminari squeaks, putting as much space as possible between himself and Katsuki. “I can’t hehehehehelp it!”
“Oh really?” Katuski smirks, picking up his charm. “Can’t help but explode with giggles, huh, dunce face?”
Kaminari shakes his head, snickering wildly. He flails his hands about uselessly as Bakugo stalks closer.
“And then what happens after, hmm? Fry your stupid little brain and you just get even gigglier I bet.”
“Stahahahahop!” Kaminari wails, already laughing.
Bakugo puts a knee on the bed. “I’m not even tickling you yet, idiot, and you’re laughing already? You’re fucking doomed.”
Kaminari shrieks at that and tries to lunge off the other side of the mattress. Only, Bakugo grabs his calves easily and then wraps his legs up in the crook of one arm. He is halfway off the bed, giggling madly and flailing his arms about. “NonononoNO WAIT!” He cries. “Lemmego!”
Bakugo laughs wickedly, tugging his friend a bit more so that his back is on the edge of the mattress, stretching his torso across the corner of the bed and leaving him open. Denki’s shirt has bunched up in the tussle, and he keeps trying to desperately tug it down (up?) while pleading with Bakugo. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohon’t!” He cries, giggling. His cheeks are rosy with embarrassed anticipation.
“Not a fucking chance. Got your ass right where I want you.”
He starts to scribble over Denki’s scrunched soles, making the other student gasp and start laughing even louder. Grumbling about his damn toes getting in the way, Bakugo moves to spider over the tops of his feet, earning him a squeal. He tugs again, this time readjusting and targeting his electric friend’s knees. There’s no sign of frying yet.
Kaminari shrieks with laughter. “Plehehe- HEHEHEASE! Not there! Not there! Nohohoho Bakugohohohohohho STAHAHAHAHOP! I cahahahan’t!” He pleads as fingers pinch up along his thighs. He’s quaking, his arms flailing about. He tries to sit up and throw his arms in a way of defense, but Bakugo just pushes him back down easily each time with a little chuckle of his own.
“Don’t know why you crossed me if you’re this ticklish, moron.” Katsuki continues. He readjusts Kaminari’s legs down, sitting over his shins and keeping him pinned halfway off the bed. He peaks down at his friend, red in the face and grinning wildly, wide-eyed. Bakugo smirks. He brings both hands down slowly, wiggling in menacing claws descending upon Denki’s partially exposed and fully stretched tummy.
“Don’t don’t don’t DOHOHON’T!” Denki cries, scrambling to get a grip anywhere or pull himself upright. His attempt fizzles to nothing but quaking laughter as Bakugo’s hands shoot down to scribble and spider against the skin of his stomach. They crawl up further under his shirt, pinch his sides, walk up to his ribs. Kaminari is lost to laughter, pleasing incoherently, when suddenly, the hair on Bakugo’s neck stands on end before…
ZZZZZAP!!!
Bakugo realizes he’s been knocked backwards onto the bed, but still conscious. His arms are a little tingly, he rubs his neck. “Idiot! You coulda killed me!” He grumbles, getting back up. Kaminari has slunked down, his back against the floor and his feet in the air. His eyes are big and empty, his grin wobbly as he gives Bakugo a thumbs up and laughs sweetly.
“I wasn’t done with you yet, but this should make things a little easier.” He notes before reaching for Kaminari’s ankles and hauling him back halfway up on the bed. What could he say? It was a great position to tickle someone in.
“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! WahahahahHAHAHA-” Denki squeaks and giggles and Bakugo tickles his midsection anew, this time watching for any signs of sparks. He scratches over and over at the line under Denki’s bellybutton, just over and around the ticklish, exposed spots on his lower stomach. Every spot from hip to hip sends him careening into laughter.
Bakugo takes another peak down and sees tears of laughter in Denki’s empty-minded eyes. He pauses his tickling for a moment and watches as Kaminari attempts uselessly to catch his breath.
“Alllllllll right, I think you’ve had enough for now.” Bakugo slides off of his legs.
“Haaaa- ahh.” Kaminari’s eyes roll back as his head drops against the ground. He gives a serendipitous thumbs up with a goofy, out-of-it laugh as he slinks down slowly so his full upper body is on the floor again; finally it stays there.
“So that was one… there were 5 of you guys before, right?” Bakugo mentions, pushing his friend’s legs down next to him on the ground “So that means, four more times to go. I’ll be seein’ ya, Pikachu.”
“Ahhh?” Kaminari makes a confused sound as Bakugo stands and exits the room, leaving his electrified friend to recover his spirits in a half-ball on the floor, alone.
Katsuki has a busy schedule ahead of him, after all.
A/N: THE SAGA CONTINUES. Part 4 is here! Mina and Kiri still have it coming and there's also going to be at least one more chapter beyond that... hehehe. . . . . UPDATE! [continued]
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“Any chance you’d spare me if I use my quirk to help you get everyone else back?” Sero sputtered, grinning meekly.
“Well now,” Katsuki snorted, “that seems like wishful thinking.”
“Might as well try–” Sero replied quickly as he shot out lines of tape, trying to make a run for it.
“Not so fucking fast!” Bakugo scolded, reaching out with one arm while positioning the other just behind himself with a small, controlled blast to propel him forward. It worked. He caught an ankle and reeled Sero back in.
“Wait-wait can’t we– can’t we talk about this?!” Hanta pleaded, scrambling to curl in on himself.
“You can talk all you like.” Bakugo advised, satisfied grin seeping through his words. He coiled the leftover tape that he could reach that was still attached to his friend and wrapped it a few times around his middle, effectively trapping him in place. Sero squawked in protest, giggling despite himself as he tried to protest.
“Now, listen. I do like your line of thinking… Your quirk could definitely be of use, maybe we can make a deal later.” Bakugo began, “But five on one? And you let them have me… Now that deserves more than one round of vengeance, consider this your first payment.” He fitted one hand around each of Hanta’s hips and squeezed, grinning when his friend squealed in shocked response.
“Wait-wait-BakugoHOHOHOI’MSORRYHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“You’re just sorry you got caught.” He dug in further.
“NAHAHAHHHSHAHGA HAHA WAITHAHAH–”
“Wait? Yeah- no, I don’t think so.”
After a few minutes of tormenting his friend’s midriff, he repurposed some of the tape to hold the dispenser’s ankles together.
“Nohohoho- nonono not my feehehehehEEEHEHEET!” Sero gasped, cackling.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, adjusting so that he was sitting over his calves and could fully focus on the feet in front of him.
“PLHEHEHEEHEE AAHAHAH PLEAHEHE AHAHASE!” Sero wailed as Bakugo scratched incessantly up and down his soles.
Bakugo faked a yawn. “Ask me again in a few more minutes, and I’ll think about stopping.”
“YEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE- WAAAAHAHAHY MEHEHEHE!?”
“Oh, it’s not just you. Trust me. I’ve got plenty planned for the rest.”
A/N: Part 5 of this revenge filled saga where Bakugo's friends find out he's ticklish.. this time ft. his revenge on Mina! Took me a little while to get back into the groove and finish this but I’m happy to say that the final chapters (at least for now…maybe there will be more to come eventually?) will be posted soon! [continued]
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It was almost too easy, Ashido was reading a magazine on the couch, her feet kicked back, slippers off, when Bakugo came upon her alone in the common area. No one else was there to be seen. Katsuki recalled that there were some extra training and sparring sessions available tonight, but he had a mission to complete. Jiro and Momo had invited a few people out to watch a movie…which, why wasn’t she with them?
He raised a brow as he approached carefully.
She flipped a page of her magazine. He stopped, scanning the room.
Just as he approached, he noticed her antennae twitch in his direction. Hm.
He faked toward her.
“Hyy-AHH!” She tried to spin in her seat, leaping up to grab for Bakugo, only for him to grab right onto her wrist, anticipating the action, and spin her right back around onto the couch face down.
“WAH-HEY! WAIT!” Ashido yelped in surprise.
“No use fighting it.” Bakugo assured her, climbing over her back to straddle her and keep her in place.
“Nonononono! Gehehehet off!” Mina squealed, thrashing about on the couch as Katsuki started to poke up and down her sides.
“You’re not getting out of this.”
Ashido beat her fists into the couch in between trying to scrabble for the tickling, poking fingers invading her midriff.
“Wahahahaha! Hehehehehehelp mehehe! He’s got mehehehehehehe!” She cackled, hoping maybe one of their classmates was back in the dorms. “Stopstopstopstahahahahop!”
“No one’s coming to save you, princess.” Bakugo reminded her. “It’s just you and me, remember?”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad, is it?” Katsuki snarked, mocking back to her in a way she had used on him just days ago. “Don’t be so dramatic, you knew I’d get you back for what you did.”
Mina squealed in response, burying her face into the couch cushions to try to silence her cackling laughter as Bakugo squeezed along her sides and lower ribs.
“And you just couldn’t wait to get it over with, hm? Isn’t that right? That why you stayed back here alone, knowing I’m out for revenge?”
“Nohohohohohoho! I was duhuhuhumb!” Ashido admitted through giggles. “I thohohohought I could tryhyhyhy and surprise yohohohou, get yohohou back!”
“Wow. That was dumb.” Bakugo smirked as he teased her. “That’s all you are today I guess, dumb and ticklish.”
“Nohohohohohohohohoho!” Ashido laughed hopelessly into the couch.
“Get comfortable, Raccoon-eyes!” Bakugo teased. “You’re not going anywhere for a long time!”
True to his word, he didn’t let Mina up until he had tickled every bad spot he knew about that he could reach - under her arms, along her collarbone and neck, even twirled a little tuft of her hair into her ears to make her squeal.
He finally got up, and Ashido let out an exhausted, giggly sigh of relief. But then, he only flipped around and locked her ankles into the crook of his arm.
“NO NO NO NO BAKUGO DOHOHOHOHON’T! LEHEHEHEAVE MY FEET ALONEEEE!” Mina cried.
“Don’t leave your feet alone? Wasn’t planning to, don’t worry!”
