fic ~ target acquired

[redonthemoon]

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Prompt: tickle

Summary: Katsuki has a plan and a target but something furry and spoiled keeps stopping him and his mission might be compromised...

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Katsuki peeks his head from the bedroom and checks that no one is around. Grinning, he starts to move down the hall, carefully stepping on the wood, making sure it doesn’t creak under his weight, as this is a stealth mission.

If his intel is correct, his target is in the living room, sitting on the couch, back facing the hall he’s currently in, completely oblivious to the man that is little by little getting closer to him, ready to pound him and have him under his mercy. Which, by the way, is going to be none.

Katsuki has no intention of stopping, no matter how many pleas and broken begs the other gives him, no matter how many pouts are thrown his way or how many tears are shed: he won’t stop until he deems the punishment his enough, fit to his standards.

A wild cat appears, rushing behind him and Katsuki almost curses as the stupid thing goes through his legs, fluffy fur giving him a shiver as it rubs against his naked calves.

Glaring down, he sees it’s a white furball.

“Yuki. Of course, it had to be you, you little rascal!”

Yuki blinks slowly, purring softly before going back to Katsuki’s legs and starts to rub himself all over him, fluffy tail getting wrapped around Katsuki as his purrs get louder.

Katsuki tries to quietly shoo him away, as he knows that if he yields, he’s gonna be trapped for at least twenty minutes petting this little demon that looks like an angel.

Yuki meows loudly, complaining about the lack of caresses, which draws more unwanted attention to them, in the shape of Murder Lord, who comes trotting from the living room.

“Oh fucking hell!”

Both cats start to rub into him and as Katsuki crouches to give them what they want, hoping this way both are going to leave him be, he hears the voice of his target complaining about the lack of cats to pet.

“Babies? Murder Lord? Yuki? Where are you?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and decides to change his tactic. Instead of pounding his target from behind, he’s going to do it from the front. Picking both cats, one in each hand, he enters the living room and snorts as he sees Shouto with a giant pout, doing grabby hands at him the second he sees him carrying their spoiled kids.

“They attacked me as soon as they saw me.”

“Oh.”

Shouto’s eyes are fixed on the cats, which is perfect, as this way he doesn’t see the giant, wicked smirk his husband is branding before Katsuki’s initial plan begins. Placing the cats on the couch, far away from Shouto, he tackles him before he can even ask him why.

Straddling him from his waist, his hands fall over Shouto’s sides and he proceeds to tickle him without mercy. Shouto immediately trashes around, screaming noes and trying to pry his hands away from him, but Katsuki sacrifices one of his hands in favour to pin both of Shouto’s wrists away, over his head, while the other one keeps torturing him.

Shouto’s legs kick the couch as he keeps trying to squirm away, but it doesn’t matter; Katsuki has the upper hand here, and both know it.

Eyes fixed on his face, Katsuki drinks up his prize, licking his lips as he enjoys the way Shouto’s eyes are shining from tears, and there it is, one is already sliding down his face, so beautiful and delicate, running down Shouto’s perfect features to get lost in that silky sea of red and white he has for hair.

When he deems his mission has been achieved, he releases Shouto’s hands and stops tickling him in favour of kissing the remains of his laughter.

Shouto eagerly returns the kiss, and they only break away as certain furry creatures start to cry for their attention.

“What was that for?”

“I simply felt like it.”

I love your laugh. I wanted to see it.