Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12822768. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Mentions_of_-_Character, Uraraka_Ochako, Kirishima_Eijirou, Kaminari_Denki Additional Tags: Bakugou_Katsuki_-_Freeform, midoriya_izuku_-_Freeform, PWP, Phone_Sex, D/ s, midoriya_is_trans_but_its_not_directly_mentioned, they're_on_a_break so_they're_at_home, mentions_of_long_term_denial, mentions_of_bullying, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Mentions_of_Crossdressing, Masturbation Series: Part 1 of trans!deku_bakudeku_thing_(I'll_make_a_real_name_later) Stats: Published: 2017-11-25 Words: 2193 ****** sexual frustration (thank god for phones.) ****** by bisexuallmight_(homosexualhitoka) Summary Fantasies ran through his head without stop. Deku, squirming in a skirt while Katsuki touched him, teasing him enough to have sensation, but as soon as his legs tense, him pulling his hand away and listen to Deku slowly fall apart until tears are running down his cheeks and he's begging for the same thing he begged in the previous fantasy. “Wreck me, Kacchan. “ this time it's stuttered through tears of desperation, and it's that much more delicious. Notes this is my first bnha work! sorry if the characterization isn't quite spot on yet! See the end of the work for more notes   Katsuki’s day had been a good one, he guessed.   Shitty-Hair and his annoying friends had left him alone for the most part, the schoolwork wasn't that exhausting, he didn't have to tutor anyone after school….it was a day that was pretty much free of unnecessary annoyances. Of course, fucking school was just annoying by itself. Loud fucking kids and hard fucking work when Katsuki would honestly rather be sleeping or even dead.   Today had been good for other reasons, too. They practiced hand-to-hand combat today, which just meant that they sparred over and over until everyone was either too injured or too exhausted to move. Quirks eventually went out of the window after people had used their abilities to the point where it was hurting them or they were simply unable to produce any more power. Katsuki’s hands hurt like hell at the end of it, and round-face was throwing up left and right by the end. She had more control over her power, but still had her own limits that were possible to meet.   For the majority of the time, Katsuki was up against Shitty-Hair, because their quirks were basically the solution to each other's. Explosions to break walls, walls to block explosions. Great, right? Not when Shitty-Hair can't use his quirk anymore and Katsuki’s hands are unable to create the explosions without it fucking hurting.   That wasn't the highlight of the day, though. Not by far. The highlight had to be the locker room after the sparring, Katsuki reflected upon. It had to be then, when every boy was in the room and changing out of sweat-soaked clothes into things that hopefully smelled and felt better and a whole lot drier.   When Deku got changed, sweat dripping off of his head, neck, and shoulder, and still breathing with difficulty, eyes intense but sleepy at the same time; that had to be the highlight of Katsuki’s day. The bruises from the sparring he had with god knows who blended into the marks left from Katsuki himself fucking easily, allowing Deku to get changed without that fucking grape pervert asking him creepy questions about his “girlfriend” and how she “liked it. .” Katsuki had to hold himself back from aiming his hands and firing at his scumbag of a classmate every time, but Deku always silenced him with a meek look and a quiet explanation.   Fucking Deku. His feelings were...complicated, about him.   Actually, no. Scratch that. His fucking shitty feelings were not at all complicated, if anything, they were the opposite. He liked Deku, had a fucking crush on him or whatever Shitty-Hair called it, wanted to be with him all of the time. He had grown mature enough to fucking admit it at least. He liked his boyfriend, obviously. His damned nerdy boyfriend who was too hot for his own good, coupled with the copious amounts of anxiety and selfless tendencies. Katsuki was over his insecurity of Deku being a better hero than him, being a better person than him. He was glad, it made it a whole lot easier to kiss him against a wall or hold his fucking hand.   They didn't get together until the middle of their second year, when Katsuki was passed violence against the green-haired boy by a long while, selecting meaningless insults and taunts to throw instead of punches and explosions.   Katsuki hated thinking about how things used to be, hated looking at burn scars on freckled skin and knowing exactly what put them there. Looking at Deku’s own insecurities about not being worthy to be a hero or being hopeless about his dreams. He knew where those came from too.   Deku forgave him, of course. Selfless, loving, nerdy Deku. Katsuki worried he could shoot the boy in the face and be thanked by his spirit. A terrifying thought, one that he'd rather not fucking visit, especially when he's exhausted and pretty fucking horny from what he saw today in the locker room.   A jumpsuit being removed to reveal a freckled and pale chest with dark bruising and carefully concealed bite marks , hidden by fabric and arms, sweat dripping and chuckling breathlessly at a joke Zappy made.   Deku.   He sat at his desk at home, since he was home for a break. His parents wouldn't be home from their workplaces for an hour or two, giving him just enough time to have a good, satisfying nut before they got home to ruin his chances of sexual relief. The best thing about the dorms is that teachers stopped trying to stop students from being in each other’s rooms, they were tired and hopeless at the trends of so much of it happening, that he was free to pound Deku into a mattress whenever he needed to. Now, he had his hand and his imagination. Not like that was bad.   Deku gave his imagination lots of fuel. Muscular limbs, flushed cheeks, soft hair, an ass just perfect for squishing or smacking or sinking his teeth into. Anything Katsuki could want in a guy, for sure.   The place in between Deku’s legs was heaven, and Katsuki wanted to go. At least, Katsuki didn't have to be good to get there. Well, maybe he did. Didn't mean he had to be good there.   Katsuki liked it rough the best. He liked tears dripping down his boyfriend’s cheeks and bruises the next morning. He liked watching Deku stumble around the next day because he couldn't walk properly with how hard they fucked. He liked kissing until their lips were bruised and numb and fucking and fucking and fucking until they physically couldn't anymore. Deku’s willingness was a blessing.   Deku, who liked it the same way. He appreciated tenderness and care and slow lovemaking, but he could just as easily scream while getting absolutely nailed by the blond and crying when he degraded him. As long as aftercare was good, he didn't pout over what went down.   Deku was a tease of his own. A perfect submissive in almost every way, obedient and willing to do whatever Katsuki wanted him to do. Fucking beautiful. At the same time, Deku liked being as slutty as possible to put on a show. Wearing lacy white panties for their sessions and pleated skirts, with a collar clipped round his neck and stockings pulled up to the thigh. He liked bedroom eyes and bedroom voices, slurring his speech and talking in a sultry voice to lure Katsuki into his trap and into the mode made for destroying anything in his path.   Essentially, Katsuki had a perfect sex life. That just made masturbating that much more painful. He had lots to think about, though, that was an upside.   He palmed himself through his trousers, his black slacks he wore for school, and couldn't hold back a soft groan. Maybe the exercise had made him sexually frustrated or some shit.   He thought of Deku, Deku wearing those cute little stockings with pink bows on top and flat out asking, in his stereotypical innocent voice that somehow managed to drive Katsuki crazy: “Please, wreck me, Kacchan. “ it wasn't a thing that had necessarily happened, but there were several things that could have led to that. Things that were very similar.   Fantasies ran through his head without stop. Deku, squirming in a skirt while Katsuki touched him, teasing him enough to have sensation, but as soon as his legs tense, him pulling his hand away and listen to Deku slowly fall apart until tears are running down his cheeks and he's begging for the same thing he begged in the previous fantasy. “Wreck me, Kacchan. “ this time it's stuttered through tears of desperation, and it's that much more delicious.   Katsuki unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, sliding his hand into his jeans and jolting when he touched sensitive skin and fished out his dick. He wrapped a fist around it and pumped it, pre starting to be used as lube to get rid of the uncomfortable dry feeling.   All he could think was Deku, Deku, Deku , until his phone started buzzing on the desk, vibrating the wood intensely and causing it to be much louder. Katsuki jumped and reached over. Fuck, fuck. What a mood killer. That was until he looked at it and saw the contact picture of a little cutie with curly green hair smiling at the camera. He quickly answered and shoved the phone in between his shoulder and his ear. He went back to gripping his dick with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, growling into the device.   “ Deku. “ He groaned and heard a sharp intake of breath from the other side.   “Ah, Kacchan….” the boy responded, obviously immediately flustered by what was happening on the other end of the line. “W-what are you doing?”   “Jerking off. “ Katsuki replied bluntly, chuckling darkly at Deku’s response. He took a deep breath through his nose. “I'll tell you how this is gonna go. “ he started. He heard his breath hitch again as all of the pieces of the puzzle slowly settled to come together in Deku’s mind.   He let out a breathy sigh. “Yes, Kacchan. “   “Yes what?”   “Yes, sir. “ Deku corrected himself with prompt.   “Good boy. Now, you're gonna fucking touch yourself. You've been a fucking good boy and deserve to come. “ Katsuki normally laid dirty talk on thick to talk Deku into a drooling mess, but all he could focus on was pleasure and the boy’s voice in his ear. He ground against his hand lightly, now determined to not get off as quickly as he would before.   “C-can I, sir…” Deku started.   “No. Anywhere other than there. Do whatever the fuck you want, stroke your thighs, choke yourself, play with your nipples…just anywhere other than there. “ Katsuki answered, hips pressing against his hand.   Deku whined slowly. “But you said I deserved it…” he complained, though there were no noises to hint he was playing with anything that would lead to an orgasm.   “Just because you deserve to get off doesn't mean you deserve to get off quickly, you fucking whore. Already desperate?” Katsuki teased, lips spreading into a breathless and wicked smirk.   “N-no, sir, it's just-you've already teased me so much this week, it's a lot-”   “Don't lie. You're desperate for me, the way you always are. I thought you could fucking behave for one damn time, but you had to go and fuck it up. One more lie and you'll have to wait until I find time to wreck you in person to come. “   An audible gasp was audible from the other side of the line.   “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll be better. “ he whispered.   Katsuki smirked. Near broken. That was what they wanted.   “Now, Deku, tell me what you would do if I were there. “   There was a pause in the conversation. Deku was obviously flustered and having to come up with what to say. He was shy, anxious, especially about matters like this. But he knew that Deku letting go would be fucking great for the both of them. He needed Deku to open up and fall apart. Trust in Katsuki and push his average aversion to embarrassing himself away.   “Kacchan….” Deku started. Katsuki made a clucking noise. “Sir. I would..I would...um...s-suck you…until you get annoyed and end up pinning me against a wall and ffffucking my face until I'm crying and choking. “ he forced out, stumbling over the words.  “I'd be tied up, by you, of course, and you'd call me names and hit me and let me come. “ he thought out loud.   “Oh? I'd fucking let you, huh?” Katsuki replied, smirk widening and practically  taking all of his facial features away.   “Deku. Touch yourself. “ he commanded. “I want you to come. Then I'll come over tomorrow. “ Deku made a whining noise, followed by the rustling of fabric and soft moan as he slipped his hand into his underwear.   Katsuki went back to roughly jerking himself in his hand to the sound of the boy fall apart.   Deku was gasping and moaning quietly, fabric rustling.   Katsuki couldn’t help growling when he felt heat pool in his stomach. “I'm getting close. “   “K-kacchan, sir, sir, please, please let me!” Deku pleaded.   Katsuki smirked and bucked into his hand. “Feels good?” He asked in between groans.   “ Yes, yes , YES!” Deku replied, hands moving furiously to satisfy himself. Desperate to be relieved after a week without it.   Katsuki’s stomach felt with tension and heat and soon he was cumming into his fist with his vision going white. A groan escaped his lips and in a distant world he heart a moan in his ear. He floated on the cloud of orgasm, eyes shut and chest visibly moving up and down with his breathing.   “Um, Kacchan?” Deku asked, meek after waiting for Katsuki to come back to reality with a rearranged world. “I called for a reason. “   “What….fucking reason?” The blond asked, still catching his breath.   There was a soft sigh on the other side before an inhale, Deku psyching himself up to tell him. “Can you help me with number nine on the math homework?” End Notes there we go! I'm planning to write more for this concept, maybe it'll be a little series or something! watch out for my next work in this fandom! please comment and leave kudos if you enjoyed! have a lovely day! (hey, also, if you have any ideas or requests for this ship or au, please tell me! I can use some ideas.) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!