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  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.)
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