Heyo friend! I just realized you're taking requests for Tickletober! If it's alright with you, I'd love to see some Blue Lock from ya! (But only if you want to :3) Could I request Day 13 with Rin and Bachira? I love the idea of Bachira being a silent as the wind when he wants to be- combined with his natural tickle monster energy, poor Rin is in for one heck of a surprise lols!
You don't have to accept this if you're not interested- either way I hope you have an amazing day! I can't wait to see what you have in store this tickletober! :3 Take care and stay hydrated!
Tickletober day #7 & #13: Flustered & Sneak attack
HII SO OK I HOPE YOU BOTH DON'T MIND THAT I COMBINED THESE TWO CAUSE I RLLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR RINBACHISAGI SO WHY NOT :3
HOPE YOU BOTH ENJOY! AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💖💖💖
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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)
Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Warnings: Tickles!
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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans.
Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires.
“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.
“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.
“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach.
“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.
“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.
“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.
“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!”
The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly.
“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow.
“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late”
It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?
“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.
“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.
“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.
Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.
“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back.
Summary: Rin loves scary movies, and Bachira loves his boyfriend, so he swallows his fear for a, hopefully, fun date night. It doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 1,286
Someday I will write ler Bachira, but that day is not today. I'm happy for the opportunity to finally get to write Rin tho (expect an Isabachirin fic soon)! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💙
"Rin-Rin!" Bachira called, and that was the only warning Rin had before his boyfriend was barreling towards him, running and jumping onto his back.
"Get off," he hissed, prying at the hands that clung to him like a koala bear.
Slipping off of him, Bachira reattached himself at his side with a wide smile, "Hey."
With a pained sigh, he peered around the hallway to be sure they were alone. They were open about their relationship, but he preferred for them not to be so affectionate in public, not that there was ever much privacy in Blue Lock.
"What do you want?"
"Let's go on a date!"
That brought the faintest flush to Rin's face as he nodded. "Fine. Where?"
"Come to my room tonight. I got it all to ourselves."
"Alright. I'll see you then," he brushed back Bachira's hair and kissed his forehead. "I have to get back to training."
Bachira wrapped his arms around Rin's neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss, then skipped away with a wave. "Bye Rin-Rin!"
He only just rounded the corner when Isagi's teasing voice rang out, "You two are cute."
"Huh? How long have you been here?"
"Well," Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "I was coming by, but I didn't want to interrupt you guys, so…"
"That's okay. Thanks for letting us have the room."
"Of course, what are you guys doing anyway?"
"Hmm…" Bachira shrugged. There wasn't really anything romantic to do in Blue Lock if they didn't pay for a day out. "I don't know. Watch a movie, maybe?"
"Oh, Rin likes horror movies doesn't he?"
"He does?" He had never mentioned that to Bachira before.
"I think so. He got excited when we were talking about the new Earthworm Man movie."
"Thanks Isagi, but I have to go get everything ready now!"
—
Rin couldn't help the small smile that graced his face when he entered the room.
Bachira, bright-eyed and messy haired, peeked out from beneath his makeshift blanket fort, waving animatedly.
"What's all this?"
"The perfect setting for our date!" He grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "I even bought this!"
"Why do we need that?"
"To watch a movie. I found an American one I think you'll like."
Walking closer, Rin squinted at the screen, smile widening at his choice. "That sounds good."
It was awkward, getting onto his knees and shuffling into Bachira's fort, but it was worth it when he was greeted by a loving embrace and sweet kiss.
Bachira's hands wrapped around his waist, pressing his body against Rin's, who ran his hands through Bachira's hair, pulling at the strands that were soft and lovely and smelled like vanilla.
Bachira's lips were pillowy against his own, and Rin found himself sinking deeper and deeper, breathing the same breath, skin moulding into each other as his hands cupped his cheeks, so soft and warm that Rin felt the heat pooling into his palms.
Breathless, Bachira finally pulled back, tired and smiling, laughter on his tongue. "Wanna watch?"
"Yeah," he was fully smiling now, "Yeah. I guess we should."
They cuddled up together, Rin laid against Bachira's chest, haphazardly balancing the phone on his stomach as the movie began.
It wasn't… that bad. At least, it was better than Bachira thought it would be.
He never watched any horror movies, not since the ones he saw as a child that gave him nightmares. But that was years ago. He thought he'd outgrown those childish fears, and, just in case, he'd even picked a movie that sounded more funny than scary. After all, who would be scared of a haunted VHS tape?
Bachira. Bachira was scared.
But he was doing a fairly good job at hiding how every second of this film made his skin crawl and how badly he was waiting for a, hopefully peaceful, end. Except for flinching at the occasional jumpscare, he'd smile whenever Rin glanced up at him and nod along to his commentary—Rin-Rin always took everything so seriously.
Eventually, it seemed he couldn't stop his nerves from getting the best of him.
"Bachira," Rin spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at him with those big, beautiful, concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"
Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to reassure his boyfriend, he realized that he was shaking.
Oh. That wasn't good.
"Bachira," Rin repeated, sitting up and twisting to face Bachira as the forgotten phone fell to the floor, discarded. Gently, he reached out and squeezed Bachira's hand, a heavy frown etched into his face.
"I… I'm okay. Just got a little spooked."
"Are you sure?"
Bachira could still hear the movie playing, not that he could understand it without the Japanese subtitles. "The movie, you should—"
"We don't have to watch anymore."
"Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, but you clearly didn't," Rin's frown deepened, and he pulled Bachira into a tight embrace, holding him until his racing heartbeat settled.
"Sorry," Bachira mumbled, face pressed against Rin's chest. "I ruined our date."
"No you didn't," he looked almost offended as he shook his head, pressing a kiss to Bachira's forehead. "I'm content as long as I'm with you."
"Wow, even you can be sappy, Rin-Rin."
"Shut up," he lightly scolded without any of the usual bite to his words. "Now are you feeling better?"
"Mhm. Thanks," he tilted his head upwards, pecking his cheek.
"I hope you aren't still feeling bad about this."
"I'm not," he lied.
Rin sighed, pinching his cheek and lightly pulling it until Bachira whined.
"Listen, you are very thoughtful. It was very nice of you to do this. I was having a great time, and I still am. Understand?"
Bachira smiled faintly. "You know… I really, really like you, Rin-Rin."
He smiled back. "I like you too, but…" his smile turned mischievous as his fingers curled around Bachira's sides, lightly squeezing, "I like your laugh more."
"Do yohohou?" He asked, giggling softly.
"Yeah. And I think I'd really like to hear it some more."
It wasn't unusual for them. Ever since Bachira decided to randomly start poking his sides during practice, tickling had become relatively commonplace. He knew that Bachira was prone to tickling all of his other friends, but Rin once again preferred for it to be something private, something intimate to be enjoyed by them.
There was an odd satisfaction that accompanied getting Bachira to squeal when Rin tickled him just so or in seeing how quickly he could get him to beg for mercy, but now wasn't one of those times.
Now, he only wanted to see Bachira smile, carefree as usual.
Still hugging him, Rin tilted his head to nuzzle into his neck, bringing up a hand to skitter his nails across the base of his neck. Immediately, it produced a series of quiet, breathy giggles that warmed his heart.
"Is this okay?" He asked, because while they were prone to these playful interactions, he'd never tried using it to cheer up Bachira. Hopefully it'd work, especially considering how much he seemed to love it.
"Yehehes!"
Rin smiled. His boyfriend really was adorable.
"Okay, I hope you don't regret that."
Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, light prodding and squeezing that kept Bachira giggling and smiling without ever wanting to stop, intermingled with sweet, soft kisses that Bachira really didn't want to stop.
"I love you," he murmured after they has finished, Bachira a tired, loved, giggly pile of goo in his lap.
"Love you tohohoo," he answered, grinning and pecking his lips again.
There was no way he could ever stay upset when he was with his Rin-Rin.
does anyone know that one lee!bachira ler!rin fic where like bachira is getting massaged by rin but hes like too ticklish so hes js hanging on with a white knuckle grip for dear life pls i cant find it anywhere
Summary: After Isagi learns he's ticklish, Bachira's disappointed that he doesn't act on it, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 2,207
This is my first time writing for Blue Lock, so it's probably super ooc, but I still had a fun time writing it! I hope you enjoy! 💙
It happened. Bachira found his monster.
He had someone who understood him: Isagi—his Isagi.
And he wanted to play soccer with him again.
"Isagi~" Bachira called, waving at him across the field. "Wanna train together?"
He wiped the sweat off his face, turning towards Bachira with a smile. He'd been practicing alone again to try and catch up to the others on his team. It helped, but it was nothing like training with Bachira.
"Yeah. Let's play."
Grinning, Bachira ran towards him; he was already in his uniform. Isagi didn't realize the match had already started until Bachira lunged at him, trying to steal the ball. Isagi quickly maneuvered his feet, trying to avoid his teammate who was faster and seemed unconcerned with getting red-carded.
Isagi wasn't sure exactly what happened. Bachira was about to score, but in their skirmish, Isagi's hand had brushed against his side, making him giggle and startle. Somehow, whether it was tripping over his own feet or Isagi's, Bachira fell flat on his butt in the fake grass.
After scoring and barely restraining his laughter, Isagi held out a hand to help him back. He couldn't hide his amused smile as he asked, "What happened?"
Bachira laughed, but his smile was somewhat sheepish, and he couldn't quite meet Isagi's eyes.
"I'm super ticklish, and you surprised me," He explained, his heartbeat quickening, as he took Isagi's hand and rose back to his feet.
"Oh, really?"
Bachira nodded with a slightly too enthusiastic "Mhmm!" that made Isagi's smile widen. His heartbeat quickened as excitement flooded through Bachira's body.
"So," Isagi paused. Bachira tried to hide his eagerness but knew it must not have worked from the glint in Isagi's eyes as he took a step closer. Then, his joy dissipated as Isagi continued speaking, "Wanna play again?"
It took Bachira a moment to process his dejection before he nodded, forcing another grin on his face. It was fine. He shouldn't have expected anything, anyway. He was lucky enough to get to play soccer with him.
So he smiled and practiced with Isagi—his monster until they were both exhausted and tried to ignore the odd disappointment gnawing at him.
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It had been a really, really long time since Bachira had a friend.
He had his mom and the monster, but it wasn't enough to relieve his unbearable loneliness.
He was lucky to be at Blue Lock and become friends with Isagi and the rest of Team Z, but he didn't know if certain things were okay.
Like tickling.
Bachira liked it. It was something he had enjoyed on occasion with the friends he did have when he was younger or his mom when he was feeling especially playful.
He had no idea how Isagi felt about it, but he missed it.
And he wanted it to happen again. With Isagi.
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After training when Team Z was relaxing in their rooms and all throughout dinner, Bachira couldn't stop himself from staring at Isagi—wondering if his friend would ever act on the realization he'd made. It seemed more and more unlikely as the day went on, worsening Bachira's mood, though he hid it well behind his usual cheerful smile.
He wanted to sleep away his disappointment and completely forget about this miserable day, so he left their nightly training sessions early to go to bed. The room was empty when he arrived, but after taking a shower and changing, he was surprised to find Isagi there when he returned.
"Hey," Isagi smiled at him, lightly patting the empty space next to him on his bed.
"Hey," Bachira grinned, discarding his towel on the floor, which he was sure someone would scold him for later, but he didn't care right now because his Isagi was waiting for him. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw you snuck out, so I did too," Isagi shrugged, bumping his knee against Bachira's. "You… seemed like you weren't in a great mood today."
Blinking at him, Bachira was stunned into silence. He didn't think it was obvious, but Isagi was perceptive. It was a little embarrassing to think about why he was even upset. Admittedly, it was still bothering him a little.
"Um, I'm here… if you want to talk about it…"
Bachira breathed a sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. "It's stupid."
"I'll still listen."
It was moments like this where Bachira wished he wasn't so impulsive. But he was impatient and upset and he'd been waiting all day for something to happen. And if he didn't say anything, he knew it never would.
"I want you to tickle me."
"Oh," Isagi remarked, looking more embarrassed than Bachira felt. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "You… do?"
"Yeah," Bachira said with a shrug as he tried to act nonchalant. "I think it's fun. And I was kinda sad when you didn't earlier."
"Oh."
Anxiety bloomed in his chest as he waited for Isagi to process what he told him. Bachira had never admitted it to anyone else before; he wondered if Issgi would think he was weird too.
A mischievous smile slowly spread across Isagi's face as he once again knocked against Bachira's knee with his own, leaning in closer. "If you're still sad… then I think I know how to cheer you up."
Bachira didn't bother hiding his tentative relief and excitement. "Yes please."
His smile grew as he reached out, carefully squeezing Bachira's sides. "It looks like you're feeling better already!"
Squeaking and giggling cutely, he tried not to squirm away from Isagi's light, playful touch as his hands scribbled across Bachira's torso. He balled his own hands into fists, resisting the urge to fight back; he was enjoying it far too much for it to end so early.
"You're pretty ticklish, huh?" Isagi murmured, more to himself than Bachira as he experimentally prodded at ribs, earning delighted squeals from the other boy. He hoped he was doing it right. He didn't have much experience other than some tickle fights with his little sister and his friends when he was younger, but Bachira seemed to be enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself, actually.
"Dohohon't sahahay thahahaht!" He protested, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"Why not? It's true."
"Ihihihihits embahaharrahahssihing!"
Isagi shifted to his waist, squeezing and eliciting a soft, surprised gasp from Bachira. His giggles grew in fervor, and he couldn't stop himself from darting out his hands to grasp Isagi's wrists, stilling the wonderfully tortuous sensations.
"Are you alright?" Isagi asked, concern clear as he searched Bachira's face for any sign of discomfort, worried he'd gone too far.
He nodded, still giggling. "Yeheheah, juhust gohohotta cahatch my breahath."
An instant relief filled Isagi as his smile returned, carefully brushing Bachira's messy hair out of his face.
After he managed to calm his laughter, he looked up at Isagi with the brightest eyes and biggest smile Isagi had ever seen. It warmed his heart. "That last spot was so bad. I had no idea I was ticklish there!"
"Should I… not tickle you there?"
"No, it's fine! I was just surprised," He chimed, laughing softly.
Isagi paused, feeling heat rise to his face as he asked, "Do you want me to keep going?"
He didn't know how Bachira was so casually talking about this; it was way too embarrassing.
"Would you?" He breathed, staring at Isagi with big, hopeful, desperate puppy-dog eyes that Isagi couldn't imagine saying no to.
"Yeah, but…"
"But?" Bachira prompted, a hint of nervousness seeping into his voice, after Isagi had been silent for a long moment.
"Um, am—am I…" Isagi stuttered. His face was burning. "Am I… doing it right?" He asked, cringing at his own words.
His smile widened as he eagerly nodded. "Mhm! You're doing amazing. It's really, really fun."
Isagi nodded. He was glad but still unable to shake his embarrassment. Bachira laughed, poking his side to regain his attention. "Thank you—for checking."
"Yeah, of course," Isagi sighed, lightly scolding himself. It didn't have to be weird unless he made it weird. Bachira liked—no, loved this. If he didn't have to be self-conscious, then neither did Isagi.
"Now, should we see just how bad this is?" He taunted, hands resting on Bachira's waist.
He tingled with nervous excitement, a few loose giggles already coming out. Shifting his position, he sat on his hands so they wouldn't get in the way this time, took a deep breath, and bravely nodded.
Isagi was gentle, lightly dragging his fingers across his hips in a way that made Bachira gasp and jerk back with quiet, breathy giggles. The gentle tickling somehow was worse than before, making his skin prickle as Isagi's touch ran across and his instincts begged him to stop it, but he remained as still as he could manage.
Isagi had to hold back a laugh of his own. He couldn't help but enjoy watching Bachira tremble beneath him as he tried to hold himself back. Bachira's soft giggles and his wide smile filled Isagi with a surprising warmth. It was incredible to think of, that his squeezed-shut, crinkled eyes, failed attempts to control his squirming, and sheer joy, all of it was created by Isagi. He felt oddly special, being able to share this intimate moment with his friend. Maybe he could understand why Bachira liked this.
"Isahahagi!" Bachira cried, drawing him out of his thoughts.
"Is it? That's too bad," He teased, tweaking his waist and eliciting a squeal. Isagi did laugh then, overjoyed with the reaction, but he took pity on Bachira and moved spots, spidering his hand across his stomach to produce a steady stream of happy giggles.
"Thahahts behehetter. I lihihike thahahat."
"Good, cause I like hearing you laugh."
Bachira fell silent as his face reddened. He couldn't believe how flustering it actually was, let alone the fact that Isagi was teasing him. It was better than he ever could've imagined. Relishing in the sensations, he relaxed into the soft touch with sweet giggles. He felt so unbelievably giddy; it seemed unreal, as if he was dreaming. His heart was mushy, like he was absolute putty in Isagi's hands.
He didn't know how long his elation lasted before he was breathless, teary-eyed, and couldn't take anymore. "Stahahahap," He giggled, reaching out to tug at Isagi's wrist.
He immediately did, rubbing soothing circles on Bachira's back as he caught his breath. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeheheah," He breathed, joy bursting from every fiber of his being, "Thahanks."
After the laughter stopped, Isagi excused himself to get him water. Bachira hadn't noticed he left, too overwhelmed to realize until Isagi returned and a glass of water was pressed into his hand. He drank it quickly, murmuring a quick thank you as he stared at Isagi with intense, slightly-dazed eyes.
Once again, Isagi brushed Bachira's hair out of his face and bumped their knees together. "So. I guess that cheered you up?"
"Yeah," Bachira laughed, and because he had always been impulsive, he threw his arms around Isagi, pulling him into a tight hug, before he could talk himself out of it. Isagi blinked in surprise, stilling for a moment then quickly wrapping his own arms around Bachira. It was oddly comforting for both of them.
When Bachira finally pulled back, they settled into a comfortable silence, allowing them both to process what had happened. Bachira still couldn't believe it, and he wasn't sure what came next. Until he realized he'd missed something. Isagi had checked in on him more than once, but Bachira hadn't done the same.
Bachira leaned closer, intently staring at him. "Are you okay?"
Isagi raised his eyebrows, surprised but nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Do you need anything?"
He laughed, "No, but should we… talk about... what happened?" He asked, a faint blush returning.
"Yeah! You know, you were really good at that, Isagi~"
"...Was I?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck again.
"You were," He smiled, remembering Isagi's earlier insecurities. "It was nice of you to check on me. And I liked the teasing. But you don't have to be so gentle next time."
His blush deepened. "Next time?"
"There will be one, right?"
"Yeah," He breathed.
"Good, and remember what I said, 'cause I won't be as gentle with you~" He teased with a mischievous smirk.
Isagi barely had time to react before Bachira dug his hands into his stomach, squeezing and scribbling and kneading to make Isagi double over, bursting into laughter. He whined with half-hearted complaints while Bachira teased him as he cackled, until he managed to latch onto Bachira's side, making him shriek too.
—
Their tickle fight lasted until the door to Team Z's room opened and a visibly stunned Kunigami stared at them from the doorway. "What are you guys doing?"
Isagi and Bachira shared a look, and that was all it took for them to agree to gang up on him. As their other team members slowly poured in, they were all somehow roped into the tickle fight.
Afterwards, the team laid in their beds, all exhausted and some annoyed, but Isagi knew it was worth it for the joy on Bachira's face.
Summary: All Isagi wants is to finish his schoolwork and settle in for a relaxing night. Bachira has other plans.
Word Count: 1,086
I'm back with another Blue Lock fic! Sorry it took so long, but school starts again next week, and I'm a little frazzled trying to get all my summer assignments done 😅 But I should be posting more soon, and I hope you enjoy! 💙
"Isagi," Bachira whined, flopping down onto the couch, his feet propped on its arm and head worming its way onto his boyfriend's lap. "Are you done yet?"
He barely held back a sigh, bringing up a hand to massage his temple. "No, like I told you," he paused, glancing at the clock, "three minutes ago, it's going to take at least another hour."
"Can't you take a break?" Bachira pouted, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. It was harder to resist than Isagi wanted to admit.
"Not yet."
"Please?" He stole Isagi's hand from his head, interlocking their fingers and bringing it down to his mouth to press chaste kisses to his wrist.
Smiling despite himself, Isagi set down the pen in his other hand, smoothing out Bachira's bangs and kissing his forehead. He'd done a surprisingly good job at leaving Isagi alone to start working on his paper, but in the last hour or so, it seemed Bachira had run out of patience and couldn't help trying to distract his partner. Normally, Isagi wouldn't mind it, but the assignment was due tomorrow, and he didn't plan on pulling another all-nighter.
"I'll be done soon; I promise. But the more you interrupt me, the longer it'll take."
"But I need attention! I'm gonna die of boredom!" Bachira cried, dramatically posing with a hand draped over his forehead, still never releasing his hold of Isagi.
"I think you'll be fine."
"That's neglect, you know," his pout grew; pulling Isagi's arm closer, he clasped onto it with both of his, hugging it tightly to his chest. "Fine. You can keep working, but I'm staying here."
Isagi laughed, rolling his eyes at Bachira's antics, but it gave him an idea. If Bachira wouldn't move, then Isagi would have to make him.
"Fine," he repeated, taking in their position. Bachira was half-sprawled on his lap, still looking up at him with pleading eyes and a sulky expression. Isagi would have to fix that. "I guess I can take a small break."
Bachira's pout was replaced by a wide, wobbly smile and his eyes shone with excitement, not from Isagi's words, but from his hand in Bachira's grasp that had begun tickling his neck.
With a noise of protest, Bachira squirmed, scrunching up his shoulders as a meager defense from Isagi's blunt nails that lightly grazed his skin.
"Hehehey!"
"Hey." He smirked, wrapping his other arm around Bachira's waist to dig into his stomach. "Are you still bored?"
Giggling sweetly, he shook his head, grip tightening on Isagi's arm. "Thihihis ihihisn't whahat I meahahant!"
He leaned closer, whispering in Bachira's ear, "Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"
Isagi chuckled at the bright blush blossoming on his boyfriend's face, unable to resist pecking his cheek.
"I dohon't knohohow whahat yohou meahahan," he managed between his growing laughter, something uncharacteristically shy in his tone.
They both knew that Bachira loved it, and Isagi, admittedly, enjoyed it more than he thought most other people did, but there was always a hint of embarrassment that Isagi noticed whenever he teased Bachira about it. Every time, Isagi found it surprisingly adorable, and it only spurred him on.
"Really? Then maybe I should get back to work," he stilled his hands, pausing as Bachira fought to catch his breath. "Unless… you really don't want me to stop."
"Don't stop," he breathed, the plea falling from his mouth not even a second later, before he could realize what he was saying or let his embarrassment overcome his desire.
Isagi grinned, a laugh bubbling in his throat as he repositioned them so that Bachira was leaning against his chest, head resting on his shoulder and still inexplicably clutching Isagi's arm. Maybe he thought it would stop the tickling from getting worse or Isagi from returning to his essay—not that he would now; he was having far too much fun.
"I guess I can play for a little longer," he hummed, lightly trailing kisses down Bachira's neck, who giggled lightly, leaning into the touch. His free arm wrapped around Bachira's waist to support him and trailed upwards, pinching along his side.
It was a beautiful sight. Bachira's dual-colored hair fell around him in messy waves, almost obscuring his face as he just barely squirmed. His eyes were squeezed shut, but Isagi could imagine the gleeful shine he'd see in them if they weren't. A wide smile and the faint blush dusting his cheeks painted a picture of pure joy as precious giggles continued pouring out of him.
Isagi was enamored, to say the least.
"You're adorable," he murmured, because he had never been very good with words, and he certainly didn't have the ones to describe how utterly infatuated he was with Bachira in this moment, and every moment, really. He could never explain how Bachira always challenged him, always pushed him to be better, always left him with an unshakable confidence because he knew that Bachira believed in him, or the way that his heart stuttered and his breath stopped whenever Isagi saw him laughing like this, the way he felt an unbelievable warmth in his chest that made him want it to never end, the way that he knew he'd never be happier than he was right now with the boy who had stolen his heart.
"Yohohou sahay thahahat evehehery tihihime!" Bachira smiled, peeping an eye open to stare at Isagi, and he knew he must have felt the same way.
"'Cause it's true," he smiled back, and he knew he'd never need to explain it. Because Bachira knew, he could feel Isagi's love for him in every action, every word, even if he'd never find the right ones.
Isagi stopped the tickling, wrapping his arm tighter around Bachira and pulling him in for a kiss. When it ended, Isagi was light-headed and giddier than before, wondering how he was lucky enough to end up with him.
Bachira was still giggling quietly, as he finally released Isagi's arm to envelop him in a hug.
His smile growing, Isagi relaxed in the arms of his boyfriend, kissing his forehead again and pushing down any remaining concerns for his work to accept their usual Bachira-mandated post-tickles cuddling session.
It was his fault for letting his guard down.
"You're adorable too," Bachira cooed, and that was Isagi's only warning before Bachira dug his hands into his ribs, making him yelp and cackle.
His assignment long-forgotten, they enjoyed another night of love and laughter together, with many more to come.
hi!! would you be open to doing hc requests? if so, i was wondering what you think are isagi and bachira's worst spots :3
AHHH!!! YESS!! I've been waiting for this question, and yes, they are!!
Hc's under the cut! :33
For Isagi, I believe that his worst spots are tied between his ribs and under his knees. Vibrating your fingers in between his top and bottom set of ribs make him go INSANE, along with light traces and squeezes under his knees!!
And for Bachira, I think his worst spots are his belly (button) and thighs!! Blowing raspberries anywhere on his belly make him go into hysterics but on his belly button-? Oh god it's like he's being murdered! He screams SO loud whenever his belly button is tickled it's actually insane XD. Along with that, squeezing his thighs is also a killer move, though his belly button definitely wins for Bachira's worst spot!
