Tickle Hug
This is a tickle fic!!!
Fandom: Haikyuu
Ler:Kuroo
Lee:Kenma
Ship: romantic
Words: 986 words
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Kenma can’t handle people touching his waist.
It’s hot, in all honesty, especially when his boyfriend Kuroo is holding his waist gently and guiding him across the zebra-crossing, or when Kuroo pulls his waist closer to him while making out passionately.
The only downside of Kuroo holding his waist is that it tickles so bad.
And it’s embarrassing to let Kuroo know he’s still very ticklish after all these years, so Kenma tried to stifle his reactions whenever Kuroo touched his waist, with only occasional slip ups.
Like now.
Two hands grabbed Kenma's waist from behind, causing him to tense up and drop the game console he was playing.
He turned from his comfortable spot on the bed to see Kuroo spooning him.
Kuroo only grinned, pulling him closer.
“I missed you so much,kitten~” Kuroo snuggled closer to Kenma so Kenma’s head was now resting directly on his chest.
“We were together the whole day! You only want to take a shower for like, maybe, 20 minutes?”
“Twenty minutes is wayyy too long, I just missed you so much, okay?” Kuroo whined, squeezing Kenma so tightly he can’t breathe, and Kenma smiled to himself.
To others, Kuroo may be a cool, hot captain, no doubt he is, but only he ,Kuroo’s boyfriend, gets the privilege to see the clingy, cheesy side of him.
Kuroo is also just a big cat by heart.
“You’re a sap.” Kenma playfully said, turning over so his back is nestled against Kuroo’s chest,partly to gain the ability to breathe again, and partly to hide the blush that blossomed across his cheeks.
“Can’t help when my boyfriend is so cute.” Kuroo smiled back, his hands touching Kenma everywhere—ruffling his hair, kissing his neck etc.
And Kenma, as much as he doesn’t Iike physical touch that much, as long as it was Kuroo who was doing it, he guessed he didn’t mind.
Except he did mind when Kuroo’s hands travelled from his waist to his stomach and rubbed all over it.
Shit that tickled.
Kenma accidentally let out a small gasp, his stomach tensing further.
It tickled, it tickled, it tickled… the electric feeling sparking through his body was unbearable.
Kenma finally freed his hand from Kuroo’s grasp to grab at the intruding hand.
“Kuroo!” He whined at his boyfriend, who tilted his head, confused. Kuroo looks so cute sometimes.
“Dork.” Kenma gave Kuroo a playful half-hearted insult.
“Grumpy cat.” Kuroo retorted.
“Cuddle bug.”
“Pudding head.”
“Shittyhead.”
Kuroo gasped dramatically, “My hair is not shitty! Many people would die to get a haircut like mine, you included!”
Kenma snorted.“Pleaseee, I beg to differ, roosterhead.”
For a moment, there was only silence. Then Kenma started to worry.
Had he taken this banter too far? Did he accidentally offended Kuroo?
Just as he was about to turn over and check on Kuroo, a low, sinister voice spoke.
“Oh, you’re going to be punished for that, kitten.”
And with that, Kuroo’s hand broke free from Kenma’s grip, kneading into the most ticklish spot on Kenma’s sides with absolute precision.
“W-wait!” Kenma squealed, before dissolving into giggles.
Kenma couldn’t focus on anything except for the hand that’s harassing his sides, digging and tickling about.
And he couldn’t squirm or break free too! Trapped in a tickle hug, he can’t do much but to lean forward and attempt to curl up, wiggling futilely in Kuroo’s iron grip.
He’s sure he looks like a towel hanging from an iron rack.
“K-Kuroo! W-wait!!!” Kenma panicked, and he could imagine the smirk plastered on his lover’s face when Kuroo retorted.
“Wait? Wait for what?”
Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it, unable to come up with a valid answer.
“I think that you’re waiting for this,kitten.” Kuroo teased, and with that the hand that was torturing his sides turned into a claw that dug into the spot below Kenma’s belly button.
And Kenma’s brain short-circuited.
“Eeeeeeeep!!!” Kenma squeaked, before loud laughter spilled uncontrollably from his mouth, arching his back and thrashing wildly.
“You squirm funny, Kenma. Whenever I dig into your sides, you curl forward, and when I claw at your tummy, you arch your back. Just watch.”
And with that, Kuroo alternated between scribbling at his sides for one second, before clawing at his stomach in another, and back to his sides…
Sides, tummy, sides, then tummy… Kenma was going crazy, cackling and spasming like a madman with every ticklish touch, and he was positive he was blushing like crazy too.
Clawing a few more seconds at Kenma’s middle and savouring his boyfriend’s cute laughter, Kuroo eventually let up, letting Kenma breathe.
“How do you know I’m ticklish?” Kenma asked, though visibly exhausted and confused, his eyes were shining.
“You think I wouldn’t notice the tensing of your stomach and the little gasp you let out everytime I touch your waist or put my hand on your stomach?”
Kenma didn’t say anything, yet his face was burning off.
“Don't worry Kenma, it’s cute.” Kuroo commented.
Not helping, Kenma thought, touching his cheek in an attempt to cool himself off.
Kuroo thought Kenma would be wary and suspicious of another tickle attack after that unexpected tickle encounter and keep a distance from him, yet Kuroo was positively surprised Kenma placed his hands on his waist.
“You made me tired. The least you can do is help me sleep.” Kenma said.
Snuggling in Kuroo’s chest while Kuroo rubbed at Kenma’s waist and back, Kenma soon fell asleep peacefully, a small smile placed on his lips even when he was in a peaceful slumber.
Words can’t express how much Kuroo loves Kenma, so he resorted to kissing his boyfriend’s forehead goodnight before sleeping by his side, knowing that his adorable, observant, ( and ticklish!) best friend and lover will be next to him when he wakes up.
And maybe love has always been that simple too.
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Writer’s notes: Yup I’m going back to Kuroken because they’re so cute I can’t—
Also really happy to say I got inspiration for this fic (tickle hugs) based on real life experiences (girlie got lucky)
Anyways hope you all enjoyed this fic!
