Summary: Chigiri, Kunigami, and Nagi have a playful competition to find out who is the most ticklish!
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIGGILY!! (@giggly-squiggily) I hope your day is filled with joy and happiness and all the fluffy things! May this humble fic offering make it that much sweeter! Thank you so much for being such a great friend to me. Tumblr - and life in general - wouldn't be the same without you in it! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!! 🥳🎂🎉🎉🎉
Word Count: 1832
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Chigiri had been duped. Hoodwinked. Blindsided. Bamboozled. The sheer audacity of what was happening to him—
“Wahahahahahait, no!” he squealed uselessly as he felt the soft cushion of his beanbag chair against his back, his attackers moving in on either side of him. “Wait! Two agahahahahahainst one isn’t fahahahahahahair! Guys!”
Kunigami – his dearest, his beloved – had the nerve to look smug. “What’s the matter, princess? Don’t think you can take it?”
And Nagi – his love, his heart and soul – pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m sure he can. He just wasn’t ready for us to gang up on him. Right, Chichi?”
He was going to kill them both – right after he was done laughing himself silly, of course.
“I hahahahahahahate you!” he shrieked, squirming against their strong holds as Kuni dug his fingers into his hip and Nagi squeezed his knee. “You suhuhuhuhuhuhuck! I wahahahahahasn’t reheheheheheady!”
“Told you,” the white-haired boy said to Kuni with a smirk. “Well, you know we’re coming now. I’m sure you’ll get used to it~”
Chigiri had each of his arms pinned – one by each of his boyfriends – and they each loomed in close as they tickled him all over, knowing it would drive him crazy to have them in his personal space during such a vulnerable moment. Still, the redhead couldn’t hide his elation at being ganged up on this way, though he protested and struggled and generally tried to pretend he wanted out.
His partners knew him better than that.
“Where are you going, princess?” Kuni teased as he reached up into his armpit, making Chigiri squeal and lean further to Nagi’s side to escape. “You’re not trying to escape from your prince charmings, are you?”
“I’m nohohohohohohohot – gahahak Nahahahahahahagi!” the redhead cackled when the other boy drilled into his ribs, leaving him shimmying from side to side as he attempted to escape all of the tickly sensations coming for him at once.
Nagi smirked. “If anything it sounds like he’s imploring us to keep going.”
“Thihihihihihihis isn’t fahahahahahair!” Chigiri reiterated, unable to curb his laughter at all even as he whined, “You guhuhuhuhuhuys always tihihihihihihickle mehehehehehe!”
“Because you’re just so ticklish, Chichi,” Nagi cooed into his ear.
Chigiri flushed bright pink as he challenged, “You’re juhuhuhuhuhuhust as tihihihihihicklish! Bohohohohohoth of you!”
Kunigami hummed, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. “Oh, yeah? Then why don’t we have a little contest to see who’s the most ticklish, hmm?”
“I’m ihihihihihihihin!”
“Great! Nagi?”
“On it.”
Suddenly his two boyfriends were going for his knees, squeezing and scribbling at the undersides, and Chigiri spasmed in his chair as he screeched, “NO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!! GUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS!!”
“Whaaaaat? How are we supposed to know who’s most ticklish if we don’t go for a bad spot?” Kunigami teased.
It was all for show and the three of them knew it. Chigiri’s knees were absurdly ticklish, as were his hips – it didn’t take much of the two of them alternating between the spots for the redhead to lose stamina, pleading for them to let up within just a minute.
“Who should we go for next, if this is a competition?” Nagi asked, genuinely curious. But the instant Chigiri cackled “KUHUHUHUHUHUNI!!” he abandoned his position and tackled the blonde, forcing him off of the redhead and grabbing onto his ribs at the same time.
“Gahk! Nahahahahahagi, you jeheheheheherk! I thohohohohought we wehehehehere on the sahahahahahame teheheheheheheam!”
“We are,” Nagi replied with a grin as Chigiri quickly recovered and dove in to help him. “But I’m also on Chichi’s team. That’s how relationships work.”
Kunigami was in a less comfortable position on the floor, but it made no difference in his reactions whatsoever. He halfheartedly fought back, knowing he could take them both out with one swipe if he really wanted to, but where would the fun be in that? He’d suggested this competition; the least he could do was contribute to it.
Still…
“Nahahahahahahaha not my lehehehehehegs, prihihihihihincess!” he squealed, trying to pull his thigh away from the redhead while Nagi struggled to pin his arms and go for his armpits.
“Hmm, did you stop when I said the same thing? Nope!” Chigiri happily planted himself on Kuni’s knees to better access his thighs while protecting himself from further kicking. “So I’m not gonna let up either, hero! Tickle, tickle!”
Nagi looked far too happy with himself, having finally pinned one of Kuni’s arms with his body while digging freely into his upper ribs, pulling shrieking laugh after snorting chortle from the blonde that was bigger than both of them. “You said it yourself – we gotta go for bad spots for this to be a real test, big guy.”
“Mehehehehehehe and my bihihihihihihig mohohohohohouth!” Kuni wailed helplessly, making both of his partners laugh along with him. But it wasn’t until Chigiri abandoned his thighs and scooted up to straddle his hips and drill into his abs that the blonde truly lost it.
“Whoa!” he yelped as he was nearly thrown from his seat, his bigger boyfriend having tossed his head back with hysterical laughter at the change in location.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!”
Chigiri shot a knowing smirk at Nagi, who grinned right back. Revenge is sweet, the redhead thought as the two of them took up positions on either side of Kuni’s torso and vibrated into his abs and stomach like they were giving him electric shocks.
Kunigami lasted about the same amount of time as Chigiri before waving his arms frantically and pleading, “NAHAHAHAHAHAGI NEXT!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAGI!!”
Nagi had already forgotten that he was due up, so caught up in the fun of tickling each of his partners the way he was. He blinked at Kuni’s words, then let out a soft “oh” of realization before he was pulled off of the blonde by Chigiri, who quickly got to work pulling his arms up and pinning them down to prevent an escape attempt.
For a moment, there was a lighthearted silence as Kuni caught his breath and sidled up next to Nagi on the ground, Chigiri wiggled his fingers teasingly, and Nagi whimpered and tried, “W-Wait, we don’t really need to test me, right? I’m not as bad as either of you—”
“We’ll see about that,” Kunigami declared, beginning the new round of tickling by scribbling over the smaller boy’s sides.
Chigiri also got started, tracing circles in his underarms to get him warmed up. They both knew he didn’t do well with immediately being sent into harder laughter – Nagi handled being tickled better when he had a chance to get used to softer sensations first, and despite their urges to do otherwise, both Chigiri and Kunigami made sure to never go for his bad spots right off the bat.
The payoff was worth it, too, because after just a minute of light tickles, Nagi was prepared to take rougher ones, and he voiced it by giggling, “Juhuhuhuhuhuhust get on wihihihihihihith it alreheheheheady!”
Kuni’s eager grin was back in full force as he snuck his hands under Nagi’s hoodie to get at his bare skin, making the white-haired boy shriek and arch his back in the spare moments he had before Chigiri went up to his neck and ears, making him snicker and squirm and blush like a strawberry.
“Ehehehehehehehe! No fahahahahahahair! We dihihihihihihidn’t go skihihihihin to skin for either of yohohohohohohou!”
“No one was stopping you,” Chigiri teased.
Kuni chuckled. “Besides, we know it works much better on you than either of us. Just look how much you’re laughing now! Got a ticklish tummy, Nagi?~”
“Would you rather we didn’t tease?” Chigiri asked.
“Yehehehehehehes!”
“All right. Hero?”
Kunigami glanced up at him. “Go for the feet?”
“Nohohohohohohoho!”
“Go for the feet.”
Nagi protested and kicked as the blonde made his way to the next spot, but it was useless. Within seconds Kunigami had his ankles in a headlock, fingers scribbling over his bare soles as Chigiri released his arms and scooted down to tickle his upper ribs.
“Nohohohohohohohooooo!” Nagi whined, gripping the redhead’s shoulders as soon as his arms were free. “You’re so mehehehehehehehehean!”
“You can really only expect so much from us, cutie,” Chigiri replied, leaning down to kiss him briefly before skittering wildly all over his torso.
Nagi squealed and giggled and squirmed, protesting the entire time, but thanks to his boyfriends’ positioning, he wasn’t going anywhere fast.
After another minute or so, Kunigami finally let up on his feet and turned back around, prying Nagi’s legs apart and slotting between them with a suggestive smirk, and Nagi blushed furiously even as his struggling intensified.
“Nonononono not thehehehehehehere! Dohohohohohon’t you dare – KUHUHUHUNIGAMI!! CHIHIHIHIHIHICHIHIHIHIHI, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
This time it was Nagi’s turn to scream his laughter into the air as they each attacked a thigh, focusing on the inner parts that were more ticklish and barely dodging flailing arms along the way. The poor boy had no chance of lasting as long as either of the others had.
“I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE!! I GIVE, I GIVE – PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHORE!!”
At last the competition was over, and each of the boys fell back to catch their breaths and let out leftover giggles, the space between them light and fluffy as a cloud. Chigiri recovered first, having been the furthest from his own tickle attack, and he asked teasingly, “So, do we have a winner?”
“Of who’s the most ticklish?” Nagi questioned, having curled up in the fetal position to protect his legs from further attack.
Chigiri was going to take a moment to think about it, because in his mind, there wasn’t a clear winner. But apparently his boyfriends were on a different page than him, because suddenly it was like the contest never happened, and he was right back where he’d been at the start, pinned to his beanbag chair with a loving boyfriend on either side of him, ready to make him laugh to his heart’s content.
“Waitwaitwait – whohohoho says I’m the most tihihicklish?!” he protested, unable to help the few anticipatory giggles that slipped out of him.
“We do,” they both replied at the same time, then each grabbed a side and leaned in to kiss his neck, making the redhead squeal with both ticklishness and delight at the affectionate contact.
“Guhuhuhuhuhuys! This wahahahahahasn’t the deheheheheheheal!”
“Too bad~” Nagi teased in his ear before kissing his jaw, his hand sneaking down to his hip and making Chigiri spasm.
“Besides,” Kunigami added, kissing his forehead before settling in to scribble ruthlessly into his armpit, “this is a much sweeter deal anyway~”
Chigiri had been tricked again! It was all a roundabout way for their tickle attack to be ‘fair’ – and it wasn’t fair! But…he decided he really didn’t mind. He loved being on the receiving end of their combined affection – and it was obvious they loved giving it to him, too.
A collection of the Blue Lock Coffee Shots I've written, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.
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1) Lee Bachira, Ler Isagi
“Uh-oh, did I find a good spot?”
“IHIHIHIHIHISAGI!!”
Aryu and Tokimitsu exchanged knowing smiles, and Rin rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
Bachira’s arms were clamped to his sides, his legs pumping the air wildly like he was trying to ride a bicycle out of his situation, head tossed back as throes of laughter spilled from his lips. Above him, Isagi knelt at his side, fingers digging deep into his armpits. Or, trying to, anyway. It was hard to keep up when the smaller boy was writhing around like that.
Still, he was determined.
“EHEHEHEHEHEHE ISAGI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira pleaded, rolling onto his side to try and escape but only succeeding in giving his boyfriend an easier way to drive him crazy with tickles.
“Please what?” Isagi teased, hurriedly straddling his hip and prying one arm up so he could more easily access the ticklish hollow of his armpit. “Please keep going? I’d be happy to!”
Bachira’s back arched as he burst into a fresh round of cackling, trying and failing to roll back over, bring his arm down, anything at all. He couldn’t use his other arm to try and fight him off now – he was lying on top of it and couldn’t even reach Isagi if he tried to!
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira cried, a snort slipping out of him that made him blush and Isagi’s eyes light up with elation. “NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
“I’ve never gotten you to snort before!” Isagi exclaimed, shifting positions again so he was practically lying on top of the smaller boy, arm stretched even higher above him now as the blue-eyed striker scritched his nails into his underarm relentlessly.
The brunette’s laughter went silent for a moment, his blush turning from a pale pink to a rose red in seconds. Isagi smirked. He knew it flustered Bachira out of his mind to get up in his personal space like this when he was being tickled, and now that he’d heard him snort once, he was determined to make him do it again.
“Aww, you’re not even protesting anymore. Are you loving this, bumblebee?” he teased softly, leaning down to kiss his neck.
“EEEP!!” Bachira squealed, trying his best to scrunch up in his helpless position.
“Oh? Ticklish here, too?” Isagi moved his tickling around to Bachira’s shoulder blades, kissing his neck again at the same time.
It was only a couple of seconds before he felt Bachira tapping out on his own back.
“Ehehehehehehenough,” the brunette wheezed, mirthful tears threatening to spill. “Plehehehease, Isagi.”
Knowing a full stop when he saw one, Isagi relented immediately, moving his kisses to Bachira’s cheeks and his hands down to his waist, holding him as close as he could in this awkward position they’d found themselves in.
“God, I love you,” he murmured into his boyfriend’s hair.
Bachira grinned up at the ceiling as he caught his breath and pulled him in closer. “I loved you first.”
*
2) Lee Isagi, Ler Bachira
Isagi’s back popped, and he let out a relieved hiss. Beside him, Bachira turned with a ready smirk, prepared to tease him about getting older…and then stopped, his eyes catching on the sliver of stomach his boyfriend had on display as he finished up his stretch.
“Much better,” Isagi murmured, dropping his arms so that his shirt hid his stomach once more. “I gotta stop slouching like that. My back can’t take it.”
Bachira blinked, eyes darting up to Isagi’s. His brain was a few seconds behind, and rather than quip back with something halfway intelligent, all he managed was, “…old.”
“Say what?”
“You’re old. Er! Older, I mean. Getting older. What the hell?” Bachira looked mortified, embarrassed that he couldn’t form a single sentence anymore.
Isagi burst out laughing, only adding fuel to the fire. “Are you okay, bumblebee?”
At this point, Bachira couldn’t help himself. He reached for Isagi, and his boyfriend – very much used to his antics by now – instinctively flinched back, a smile splitting his face without even being touched.
“You distracted me!” the smaller boy whined playfully, beginning a wrestling match that he easily won – almost too easily. He grinned down at his now blushing partner and teased, “Were you doing that on purpose?”
“D-Doing what?” Isagi’s voice was hesitant, but his wide, eager eyes told a different story.
Bachira wasted no time, slipping his hands under his shirt to begin scribbling at his tummy, lifting the material out of the way so he could enjoy the view. Isagi instantly burst into giggles, his blush deepening as he began to squirm.
“Did you show off your cute tummy on purpose because you wanted tickles? Huh, Isagi-chan?”
“W-Whahahahat? Nohohohoho!” Isagi covered his face, doing a terrible job of lying through his elation. “Of cohohohohohohourse not!”
“Hmm…okay.” Bachira giggled along with him, suddenly darting up to his ribs and making his boyfriend arch with a shriek of laughter. “Guess it must just be wishful thinking, then~”
*
3) Lee Isagi, Ler Bachira
“EHEHEHEHEHEEEK!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, BACHIRA, I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Isagi cried through his hysterics, writhing on their often-shared bed with his boyfriend’s fingers deep in his ribs, forcing cackle after cackle out of him. “I JUHUHUHUHUHUST WANTED TO GET YOU BAHAHAHAHACK – AIIEEEHEHEHEHEE!!”
Bachira smiled softly down at him, hair still wet from the shower. “And I’m proud of you, Isagi-chan! But you had to know I’d get you back for that, right? Or is that why you scared the hell out of me in the first place? Hmmm?”
Just a few minutes earlier, Isagi had waited in the lockers portion of the shower for his boyfriend to emerge, freshly clean and completely relaxed. After all their time together he knew it was the best opportunity to get revenge for all the times Bachira had scared him and their other friends in Blue Lock, and well…someone had to do it!
He'd never forget the scream that his partner let out when he jumped into view and yelled “BOO!!” at the top of his lungs, the way he slipped on the wet tile and fell to the floor, thankfully wrapped in a towel as Isagi collapsed with laughter at his startled expression.
At first he’d thought he’d gone too far, since it took Bachira several long moments to recover enough to blink up at him and smile as well. Looking back now, he should have realized he was in trouble the moment his boyfriend urged him to go on ahead, saying he needed an extra minute to compose himself before coming back to the room.
Now he was here, looming over Isagi and tickling the snot out of him as payback, his monstrous grin lighting up his face in a way that both excited and terrified his taller boyfriend.
“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” he squealed again, letting out a panicked gasp when Bachira suddenly flipped him onto his stomach and then straddled his calves, settling in for a second round. “NO!! No, waitwaitwait plehehehehehease, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Bachira expertly gripped his toes and held them firmly in place while he skittered his fingers up and down Isagi’s bare sole, drawing even more frantic laughter and pleading from his partner. “The Monster is really impressed with you, Isagi. He thinks you deserve a reward for getting me so good.”
Isagi was losing his mind, slapping the sheets desperately as he shrieked out his ticklish agony, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. If he’d known the punishment would be this bad he would have thought better of it!
Well…that was a lie. But still!
“WHAHAHAHAHAHAT KIND OF REWAHAHAHAHAHARD IS THIS?!” he screeched, arching his back when his evil boyfriend slipped a finger between his toes. “GOD PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!”
Suddenly Bachira’s entire weight was on top of him, their faces lined up as Isagi gasped for breath, letting out residual giggles into the pillow as his partner gently kissed his shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek. “Oh, that wasn’t the reward, Yoichi. This is~”
Thank goodness the others weren’t around to see this.
*
4) Lees Chigiri and Nagi, Ler Kunigami
Chigiri loved being chased. He fucking loved it. The heart racing excitement, the terror of knowing he’d be caught if he slipped up even once, the penalty for losing – all of it was just so much fun, and even though he knew he screamed like a child when his boyfriend was tearing after him through the halls of Blue Lock, he just couldn’t help himself.
“Hyoma!” Kunigami roared from a few paces behind him, making him shriek and grab onto the doorway of one of the bedrooms to more fluidly catapult into what he hoped would be its relative safety.
There was also that. His first name being growled like that did things to him. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Nagi!” he squealed now as he launched himself onto the futon with his other boyfriend, dismissing the disgruntled protests he got for landing nearly directly on him. “Save me!”
“Don’t drag me into this,” the white-haired boy grumbled as Chigiri wrapped his arms around him from behind and held him up to Kunigami’s hulking form in the doorway. Nagi’s eyes went wide in the split second he had to register what the redhead had just doomed them both to. “Oh, shit—”
Kunigami launched on top of them both, uncaring that his original prey was now nearly buried underneath his newest one. He’d devour them both; he wasn’t picky. They were both his partners, after all. “Gotcha!” he cried, one set of fingers latching onto Nagi’s side while the others wormed their way down to Chigiri’s ribs. “You can’t escape me! Mwahahaha!”
“Ehehehehehehe! Nohohohohoho, hero!” Chigiri pleaded halfheartedly, easily submitting to the playful torture.
Meanwhile Nagi thrashed and clawed at the bedsheets, desperately trying to escape despite the snorting cackles escaping his lips. “Gahahahaha, nohohohoho! I’m nohohohohohot part of thihihihihis!”
Kunigami shifted so he was pinning each of them with a knee, hands flying across both their torsos and making them laugh helplessly in their own ways. He leaned down to kiss first Chigiri’s exposed neck, then Nagi’s flushed cheek. “Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!”
Finally, after a few moments, the blonde let up on his tickle attack, releasing them both as he brushed Chigiri’s hair aside and kissed him. “That’s what you get, princess.”
“Hey,” Nagi whined beside him, worming his way in to be part of the aftercare. “You tickled me to death too, you know.”
Kunigami chuckled and kissed him as well, and then Nagi leaned over to kiss Chigiri.
“Use me as a meat shield,” he huffed as the three of them assumed the snuggling position. “Next time he’s after me I’m throwing you under the bus.”
“That’s not a threat. He loves it when I tickle him, don’t you, Hyoma?” Kuni teased, making the redhead blush.
“Both of you shut up,” Chigiri shot back, but he was grinning and giggly and had no desire to hide any of it. It all was just too much fun.
*
5) Lee Bachira, Ler Rin
“Would you stop getting all up on me?” Rin grumbled, pushing Bachira out of his lap so he’d plop back onto the couch cushion next to him, where he’d been before trying to crawl into his space.
Bachira pouted. “But Riiiiin!”
“No.”
“It’s a scary movie! You’re supposed to cuddle me and protect me.”
Rin scoffed. “Am not. What gave you that idea?”
“You picked it! Which means you wanted me to clutch onto you in terror!” Bachira tried flopping into his arms again. “I’m just doing what you wanted~”
The taller boy rolled his eyes and shrugged him off again. “No.”
Bachira was silent for a moment. Then he not only pulled himself up, he scooted all the way to the other end of the couch. It wasn’t a far distance, but it sent the message loud and clear.
At first Rin was satisfied. He hadn’t chosen this movie for them to watch so that his partner could invade his personal bubble, despite what the shorter boy thought. After a few minutes of total silence, though, he dared a peek at him and felt his heart shatter. Bachira looked completely dejected.
With a heavy sigh, Rin held his arm out to him. “Come on. I was just playing around.”
Bachira frowned at him. “No, you weren’t.”
“Well…no, I wasn’t,” Rin admitted, “but I am sorry. Come on over here. I’ll protect you.”
Bachira considered for a moment, then – to Rin’s surprise – turned his face away. “No.”
“No?” Rin blinked, confused. Had he really messed up that bad? He was always gruff with his partner, but he thought the smaller boy liked that about him.
Then he saw Bachira glance in his direction, and he understood.
“Come on,” he growled playfully, grabbing his partner’s ankle and pulling it toward him. “Don’t make me get mean.”
“You’re already mean,” Bachira shot back, then yelped when Rin scribbled his fingers over his bare sole. “Ah! W-Wahahahahait, no!”
“No? But you’re not coming back to smother me with affection.” Rin smirked and tugged at his ankle so he was half-stretched out on the couch, putting the limb into a headlock and scritching his nails from his heel to his toes, paying special attention to the spot on the side of his foot that drew a snorting cackle from his partner.
“Gahk! Okahahahahay, okay, I’ll dohohohohoho it! Rihihihihihin!” Bachira squealed, then nearly screamed when the taller boy practically lunged for him, flopping on top of him and pinning him in place with his weight as he drilled into his sides and hips. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Rin scoffed. “No? I think you mean, ‘tickle me more, Rin-Rin! You owe me for making me sad!’ Right?”
Bachira laughed more at his impersonation of him than the tickling for a split second, but quickly found himself melting into the unbearable affection as the attack went on. On the screen nearby, a woman screamed before the camera cut away from her inevitable demise, but neither of them were paying attention to that anymore.
Bachira’s screams of laughter were the only ones Rin cared to hear now.
*
6) Lee Isagi, Ler Bachira
“Okay, great. We’re both under the comforter and you’re wrapped around me like a koala,” Isagi said, his words coming out muffled thanks to Bachira’s hair in his face. “So what happens if I start to suffocate and you’re asleep on top of me? I can’t move.”
“Then we’ll be able to die happy together~” Bachira cooed, giggling at his boyfriend’s groan. “You can always push me off.”
“Again – I can’t move when you’re wrapped around me like that.”
“But I wanna keep warm! That’s why we dragged the comforter out here in the first place.” Bachira lifted his head up, resting his chin on Isagi’s chest as he looked up at his partner. It wasn’t the most flattering angle, but he didn’t care. “You really can’t move?”
Isagi squirmed a little, trying to buck his hips or roll over or something, but it was all useless. He sighed and collapsed back into his original position. “You got me, bumblebee. I’m trapped here forever now.”
Bachira beamed. “So…if I were to do this…” He maneuvered his fingers into a new position along his boyfriend’s ribs and began to vibrate them. “…you wouldn’t be able to get away?”
Isagi shrieked and tried even harder to move, but true to his word, he was stuck tight. His initial squeal dissolved into laughter as he tossed his head back and cried, “SHIHIHIHIHIT, BAHAHAHACHIRA!! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
“Bzzt! Bzzt! I’m your bumblebee, aren’t I? That means I buzz-buzz all over you!” Bachira giggled, continuing his vibrating tickling and making his boyfriend shriek with hysterics. “You’re stuck in my honey trap, huh, Yoichi? Bzzt!”
“GOD STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!” Isagi pleaded, laughing so hard he thought his lungs would give out, the earlier chill that had driven them under this comforter long gone now. All he could do was dig his heels into the ground helplessly thanks to his boyfriend’s ingenious positioning. “PLEHEHEHEASE, IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!”
Bachira finally let up, rubbing his face on Isagi’s chest like a cat. “Heh, all right – I’ll let you live another day.”
“Mehehehehean,” the taller boy whimper-giggled, the leftover vibrations still lingering on his ribs. “But I love you anyway.”
“I know you do.”
*
7) Lee Nagi, Ler Chigiri
“Chichiiiii,” Nagi whined, trying his best to press his lips together, arms shaking from trying to hold his Switch aloft. “You’re distrahahahacting me!”
Chigiri just smiled softly at him, continuing to gently wiggle his fingers over his boyfriend’s bare tummy, his fingernails the only parts actually touching and causing sensation. “I’m good at that kind of thing.”
Nagi whimpered, stomach twitching with every suppressed giggle. It tickled enough to send sensation through his body and make him want to get away, but not enough for him to actually giggle aloud or fight back. His console trembled in his hands as he struggled to finish the level that had doomed him to this gently ticklish fate in the first place.
Chigiri had come to get him for holiday movie night – which Nagi was absolutely intending to join in on and was looking forward to – but the smaller boy was so close to getting through this level of his video game, and he didn’t want to lose progress. The redhead had offered to keep him company while he did his thing, but now Nagi realized he had an ulterior motive.
“Stohohohohooop,” the white-haired boy pleaded, his arms trembling as he fought the urge to set his Switch down and defend himself. He was so close!
“If you wanted me to stop, you’d have put your game away by now.”
“You underehehehestimate my willpohohohower,” Nagi grunted, finally finishing up and saving his progress just as Chigiri decided to cheat and scribble along his bare tummy faster. The smaller boy squeaked and nearly tossed his game to the ground as his hands finally shot down to defend himself. “Ah! Nohohohohohoho!”
“You’re so cute, Nagi~” Chigiri teased gently, slipping a finger into his belly button and making him arch with a squeal. “Where do you think you’re gonna go, huh?” He’d long since taken a seat on his boyfriend’s hips, trapping him against the bed as his tickles ramped up enough to make him actually sputter and snicker helplessly.
“Ehehehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease, I’m dohohohohohone! I’ll come wahahahahatch the movie, I swehehehehear—” A quick squeeze to his lower ribs made him twist to the side and choke on an actual laugh. “Chihihihihihichihihihihihihi!”
Chigiri grinned and leaned down to kiss his cheek, letting up on his attack in favor of starting a new one. “In a minute. I have something I want to do first~”
*
8) Lee Nagi, Ler Bachira
“Come on, Nagi! You’re no help at all!” Bachira huffed good-naturedly as he hefted the middle part of the snowman onto the base. The white-haired teen had helped somewhat with the bottom, but when it came time to actually build up, he’d flopped back into the snow and stared into the cloudy sky instead.
“Can’t we just make snow angels? Those don’t require as much energy,” Nagi mumbled in reply, waving his arms out to make the wings, though even then he stopped after a couple of swipes. “How did I get stuck out here with you? You’re too hyper for me.”
Bachira grinned. It was true that they were polar opposites in a lot of ways – energy reserves being only one of many – but Isagi and the others had gone inside for a cocoa break, and Nagi couldn’t be bothered to get up and join them and Bachira still had too much enthusiasm to stop having fun. So here they were.
“You just need some motivation,” the bobcut boy chuckled, discarding his gloves on top of the snowman’s body as he got into position to strike.
Nagi wasn’t even looking at him, but he still said, “Whatever you’re planning, don’t bother. Your antics won’t work on me like they will on your boyfriend and the other guys.”
“We’ll see about that!” Bachira giggled, diving for him. It was hard to reach a good ticklish spot underneath all the layers, but he managed, and soon Nagi was giggling and squirming and trying to swat his hands away.
“You cheheheheheheater, no tihihihihihihihickling!” he whined, attempting to roll away.
Bachira gave up on the torso – Nagi’s coat was too puffy and it covered all of his usual go-to tickle spots – but quickly redirected to his legs instead and grabbed onto his knees, squeezing gently. “Looks like you still have enough energy to move, which means you should have enough energy to help me finish the snowman’s head!”
“Jeheheheheheheheherk!”
The other boy kicked, but Bachira was nothing if not an expert in keeping up with squirming tickle victims, and he easily kept up his soft assault through Nagi’s wiggling. The only reason he didn’t seek out bigger reactions was because he didn’t know the other well enough to know his comfort levels.
“Come onnn, won’t you help me? Pleeeease? The head is smaller and lighter, I promise! We’re almost done; I don’t wanna finish our snowman all by myself!”
Nagi attempted to roll onto his stomach and crawl away, but doing so only made Bachira scribble into the backs of his knees while squeezing his calf muscles playfully, and that’s what finally did it.
“Okahahahahahy, okay, fihihihihihine! I’ll help just stohohohohohohop!” he pleaded, relieved when Isagi’s overly energetic boyfriend did as he was asked, leaping to his feet with joy and quickly retrieving his gloves to resume working.
Nagi did his best to tamp down his smile as he rolled over again and sat up, but it was hard when Bachira was clearly so enthusiastic about something as simple as building a snowman. Oh, well. There were worse things he could be stuck doing.
He got to his feet and got to work as promised.
*
9) Lee Chigiri, Ler Kunigami
“Hey, princess?” Kunigami’s voice rumbled softly, breaking into the comfortable silence between them.
An explosion of butterflies went off in Chigiri’s belly. He loved being called that, especially by his boyfriend. “Mmm?”
Soft tracing up and down his shoulder. “What do you want for your birthday?”
The redhead blinked, surprised. He lifted his head from Kunigami’s chest to look up at him. He was curled into his partner’s side, feeling super cozy and warm, and he’d been about to fall asleep when the question was posed. It took him a few moments to wake back up enough to answer.
“My birthday?”
Kuni smiled indulgently. “Yeah. In like a week, right? What do you want?”
Chigiri shrugged and went back to snuggling into his chest, his heartbeat lulling him back to sleep. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t care?” Kunigami asked dramatically, dropping his hand from his boyfriend’s shoulder to his side, giving it a soft squeeze that jolted him into waking up a little more. “We can’t have that. I need to know what to get you!”
“I dohohohohon’t wahahahahant anything,” Chigiri whined back, squirming and giggling the more Kuni squeezed his side and hip. “Hehehehehehehero!”
“Nothing at all? Seriously?” Kuni switched to scribbling into his belly, pulling him closer when he tried to wiggle away.
“I mehehehehehean it! Ehehehehehehe, nooooo! I was abohohohohout to fall asleeheheheheheep!”
“Not until you tell me what you want for your birthday~” The blonde smirked and reached around with his other hand now, pulling Chigiri into his lap and hugging him tight, scritching and raking his fingers all over his lower torso. “We could go out somewhere, or order in and watch a movie, or I could get you the most obnoxious bouquet of flowers I can find…”
“Nohohohohohoho!” Chigiri squealed, giggling freely now, his red hair falling around his face as he squirmed. “I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahahant you!”
Kunigami slowed his tickling to a stop, resting his head on Chigiri’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “Just me?”
“Y-Yeah,” the smaller boy panted, blushing a little. “You’re all I need.”
“Hmm.” There was a pause, and for a moment Chigiri wondered if he’d upset his boyfriend, but then the tickles resumed and Kuni asked, “So which book should I draw inspiration from, then?”
The redhead blushed even harder, letting out a little gasp even as more butterflies fluttered in his belly. “Rehehehehehehensuke…!”
*
10) Lee Reo, Ler Nagi
“Mhmhmph – N-Nahahahagi!” Reo protested when his boyfriend shifted under their shared covers to lie practically right on top of him, snuggling into his back with his hands tucked dangerously close to his ribs. “M-Mohohove somewhere else!”
Nagi hummed. “But you’re cozy. And warm. And I don’t wanna move now that I’m comfortable.”
“Comfortable for yohohou, maybe!” the purple-haired boy snickered, unable to help the way his body was betraying his ticklishness in his partner’s presence. For all of the time they’d spent together, Nagi had yet to really learn how ticklish Reo was, and he wanted to keep it that way. It was hard with the smaller boy’s fingers pressed to his upper ribs for “warmth” though.
“You’re squirming too much,” Nagi mumbled, shimmying further on top of him and getting his hands all the way up into his boyfriend’s armpits now.
Reo choked on a laugh, desperate to keep it in. Was it getting hot under here? He tried to move, but Nagi’s weight on him prevented it. “P-Plehehehease, get off, Nahahahahagi!”
For a long moment, Nagi was silent, and Reo began to panic that he’d actually fallen asleep on top of him like this, when he could hardly breathe. But then those fingers in his armpits began to move with intention, and his whole body jolted as an uncontrollable laugh barked out of him.
“You’re ticklish, Reo?” the white-haired boy asked, massaging gentle but purposeful circles into his underarms. “How come you never told me?”
“I d-dihihihihidn’t wahahahant you to know!” Reo squealed, laughing helplessly into the mattress as he kicked his legs, going nowhere fast. “I knehehehehew you’d tahahahahake advantage of it!”
Nagi snorted. “Well, duh. Hey, where are you most ticklish?”
“Lihihihihihike I’d tehehehehehell you!”
“Hmm…that’s fine. Finding out myself will probably be more satisfying anyway.” Nagi’s hands dropped to Reo’s sides, skittering rapidly and pulling bubbly giggles out of the taller boy, who was blushing furiously at this point. “Like finding the right combo to beat a final boss in a video game.”
“I’m nohohohohohot a gahahahahahame! Ehehehehehehehehe, Nagi, plehehehehehease!”
Nagi’s voice had a smile in it when he replied, “Maybe not, but I like playing with you all the same, Reo~”
Chigiri loved being chased. He fucking loved it. The heart racing excitement, the terror of knowing he’d be caught if he slipped up even once, the penalty for losing – all of it was just so much fun, and even though he knew he screamed like a child when his boyfriend was tearing after him through the halls of Blue Lock, he just couldn’t help himself.
“Hyoma!” Kunigami roared from a few paces behind him, making him shriek and grab onto the doorway of one of the bedrooms to more fluidly catapult into what he hoped would be its relative safety.
There was also that. His first name being growled like that did things to him. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Nagi!” he squealed now as he launched himself onto the futon with his other boyfriend, dismissing the disgruntled protests he got for landing nearly directly on him. “Save me!”
“Don’t drag me into this,” the white-haired boy grumbled as Chigiri wrapped his arms around him from behind and held him up to Kunigami’s hulking form in the doorway. Nagi’s eyes went wide in the split second he had to register what the redhead had just doomed them both to. “Oh, shit—”
Kunigami launched on top of them both, uncaring that his original prey was now nearly buried underneath his newest one. He’d devour them both; he wasn’t picky. They were both his partners, after all. “Gotcha!” he cried, one set of fingers latching onto Nagi’s side while the others wormed their way down to Chigiri’s ribs. “You can’t escape me! Mwahahaha!”
“Ehehehehehehe! Nohohohohoho, hero!” Chigiri pleaded halfheartedly, easily submitting to the playful torture.
Meanwhile Nagi thrashed and clawed at the bedsheets, desperately trying to escape despite the snorting cackles escaping his lips. “Gahahahaha, nohohohoho! I’m nohohohohohot part of thihihihihis!”
Kunigami shifted so he was pinning each of them with a knee, hands flying across both their torsos and making them laugh helplessly in their own ways. He leaned down to kiss first Chigiri’s exposed neck, then Nagi’s flushed cheek. “Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!”
Finally, after a few moments, the blonde let up on his tickle attack, releasing them both as he brushed Chigiri’s hair aside and kissed him. “That’s what you get, princess.”
“Hey,” Nagi whined beside him, worming his way in to be part of the aftercare. “You tickled me to death too, you know.”
Kunigami chuckled and kissed him as well, and then Nagi leaned over to kiss Chigiri.
“Use me as a meat shield,” he huffed as the three of them assumed the snuggling position. “Next time he’s after me I’m throwing you under the bus.”
“That’s not a threat. He loves it when I tickle him, don’t you, Hyoma?” Kuni teased, making the redhead blush.
“Both of you shut up,” Chigiri shot back, but he was grinning and giggly and had no desire to hide any of it. It all was just too much fun.
