Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 4

(Bakugou's pov)

"A game?" Deku repeated.

I nodded.

"You're distracted because you keep thinking about the glasses, right?"

He shook his head: yes.

"Every time you impress me, I'll give you a reward," I smirked.

"W-what type of reward.?"

"You'll have to find out. Write this essay and impress me," I replied.

He gulped and nodded yet again. His pen finally began to move on the paper.

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Around 20 minutes had passed and the nerd finally passed me the paper, letting me read over his work.

It was nothing amazing but it was definitely better than his previous improved attempt.

"It's better than the other one, I'll give you that. Now time for your reward," I mumbled.

I swiped the object to my side, into my hands: my glasses.

I put them on, watching as Deku's face blushed red. As I thought, I looked down at his lap, seeing him hard -again.

"You really can't help yourself, huh?" I spoke.

He glanced down, startled by his own bodily reaction. "Th-this is the reward?" He asked stumbling backwards, his hands placed behind him -just in time to catch himself.

"Shut up! Do you want me to help you or not?" I shouted.

"H-help?"

I rolled my eyes as I slowly approached him. Placing a hand on each knee, spreading his legs open.

"With this," I smirked, glancing up at him.

He blushed even brighter. "Come on nerd, what is it? Yes, no?" I asked.

"Y-yes!"

That's what I like to hear.

I crawled between his legs, moving my hand from his knee down to his shorts, pulling them down. I ripped them off from his legs, throwing them somewhere behind me.

"Fuck Deku, you're already leaking," I smirked, "were you like this yesterday, hm?"

His mouth gaped open, probably unable to speak.

I scoffed to myself, slipping a finger underneath the waist band of his boxers.

"It looks like you jizzed yourself already, guess we don't need lube," I rasped.

I heard his breath hitch as I groped his cock with my hand. I began to thrust my hand over him, slowly.

He quickly began to moan.

I pushed my head against his shoulder, watching carefully as I jerked him off.

However, I felt a hand gently grab my chin, pulling me apart.

"I want to see your face," Deku winced.

"Oh right the glasses," I grinned, "you really are a perv~"

"I- fuck- am not."

"That's the first time I've heard you swear, the glasses must be getting to you," I teased, thrusting faster.

He blinked his eyes shut, shakily exhaling.

I inched my face closer towards him, placing my free hand on his neck.
"You complain about not seeing my face, yet you continue to close your eyes," I whispered.

That's when he finally looked my way, biting his lip.

"I can't.. oh-" he groaned.

"Can't what," I smirked.

His eyebrows furrowed, another moan leaving his lips. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped.

I thrusted my hand over his length one last time, making him come into my palm.

"Come back tomorrow. I'll help you with maths. Impress me and I'll give you something better next time," I smirked.

I grabbed a tissue from the table, wiping my hand clean before throwing it in the bin. I then reached for his trousers throwing them at him.

Deku's like a dog. If you promise him a treat, he focuses on the mission.

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(Deku's pov)

After the study session with Kacchan, I returned to my room. Once I returned, I sat on my bed, thinking about what had just happened.

I couldn't believe it.

Kacchan gave me a handjob. How did studying result in this.

I felt a range of emotions, confusion, excitement, concern. He promised something 'better' next time. I couldn't help but think about it.

I slept early that night, wanting the next day to come quicker.

When the day finally came, all I could think about was the previous night.

In school, I counted as the hours passed. This time, the day went a lot slower, which was frustrating.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. But at last, it was finally time.

I hurriedly raced to Kacchan's dorm, actually being able to knock on first this time.

The door swung open, revealing Kacchan standing between the door frame. "Bout' time nerd," he spoke, passing me a paper, "the quicker you do these, the quicker you get your reward."

His last words left his lips with a smirk.

Staring down at the sheet I realised it was a maths paper. 20 questions in total.

Unlike English, I'm somewhat good at maths. So I was able to finish the paper in just under 15 minutes.

As I filled out the paper, Kacchan sat and watched from his bed -his glasses in hand.

Handing Kacchan the paper, he used his left hand to slip on the glasses. He marked the questions in red pen, only crossing the one I got wrong out of the total questions.

"You got the last one wrong," he stated, glancing down at me from his bed, "do it again."

I felt my shoulders fall as I exhaled, slightly disappointed. I grabbed the paper from his hands and attempted the question once again.

As I attempted the question, Kacchan watched, his glasses still on. I felt the anticipation build up in my stomach.

Once I finally finished, I handed him the paper, yet again.

This time he ticked it.

"Ready for the reward," he smirked.

I nodded eagerly, watching as he signalled with his hand to come towards him.

Standing up, I approached him. His gaze on me intensified. That's when he picked himself up from the bed, grabbed my wrist and shoved me onto it.

"W-woah-" I sputtered, startled.

As I laid on the bed, he crouched on the floor, in between my legs. He forced them open, sliding down my sweat pants and boxers.

As before, I was already hard.