Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 6

(Deku's pov)

A few weeks passed and the same cycle repeated itself. After school I would go to Kacchan's dorm, we'd study, then we'd have sex.

It was definitely thrilling, but as the time passed, I craved something more. I like Kacchan, no, I love him.

In this scenario, it's hard to tell what Kacchan gets from this. Is the sex just sex to him?

If I overthink it, I fear I'll convince myself he feels the same way, which probably isn't the case.

I enjoy the time I spend with him, but it's hard to detach my feelings from my actions.

That was until I finally confessed.

—

"Ready for your reward," Kacchan smirked, pulling me towards him by the collar of my shirt.

I shook my head, and receive a confused look from him.

I gulped, slowly reaching at his glasses, taking him off. He continued to stare.

I held the glasses in my hand, before finally saying, "I love you. I don't know what this s-sex means to you, but I don't think I can continue doing this without knowing what you want."

His eyes continued to pierce my skull.

"I hate you, but I want you," he finally spoke.

His cryptic words made me question many things. First of all, I had no clue what this meant: it could mean many things.

He hates me, but he wants me?

"I.. I don't understand," I replied, clenching his glasses in my hand.

"I have nothing else to say. If you don't want your reward you're welcome to get the fuck out," he spat, snatching the glasses back.

The words replayed in my head.

I hate you, but I want you.

It was slightly irritating he couldn't tell me straight. But I guess in one way, this means we want the same thing.

I love him and I want him, he may hate me but he wants me. At least we had one thing in common.

"Can I choose the reward?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, "depends."

I pointed to my cheek.

"What? You want a kiss, nerd?"

I didn't reply, I just proceeded to stare. He put on his glasses, pushing them on with his finger. He then grabbed my cheek, inching towards me, kissing me on the lips.

I felt myself melt against him, until he pulled away.

"Do you want this to stop or not?" He asked.

"No," I said -without any hesitation.

He grinned, playing with the rim of his glasses. "Good, I'm already hard," he smirked, before straddling me down onto the ground.

He began pulling off my clothes, till my bottom half was completely bare. He then unclothed himself, climbing on top of me.

Reaching for one of his draws, he pulled out lube. Squeezing some onto his fingers, he began to finger himself.

"Did you not prep yourself before?" I asked.

"I never normally do, but you always leave my ass in fucking pieces," he mumbled, inserting another finger.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He groaned, scissoring himself open.
"Fuck, what's with all the questions?" He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder to balance himself.

"Please answer," I begged, holding his waist.

He rolled his eyes. "Sometimes. It hurts more the next day."

I felt my heart drop with guilt. I hadn't realised it was painful for him. From what I had seen, I assumed it felt good.

Once he finished prepping, he lifted himself onto my dick, until it was all in.

I bit my lip, I could feel him twitch around me.

He then began to bounce, letting quiet moans slip past his lips. Is it less painful now?

My hand fell from his waist, making its way to his thigh, guiding his movements.

Using his other hand, he laid it across my chest, before leaning in to kiss me. I kissed back eagerly, missing the feeling of his lips on mine.

The kiss was interrupted as he began to moan.

"Oh."

"Does it feel, ah-, b-better this way? Now that you've fingered yourself," I asked, parting from the kiss.

He didn't reply but instead kissed me again. "Don't talk, keep going," he ordered, biting my lip.

My eyes fluttered shut.

He continued thrusting himself onto me until we were both close to coming. Parting from his lips, I moaned, "g-gonna cum."

Slamming down one last time, we came together.

—

The next day his words still repeated in my head. I hate you, but i want you.

'I hate you, but I want you.'

"I hate you, but I want you."

"What was that?" Ururaka asked.

I jumped not realising I had said it out loud. "Oh! N-Nothing.." I replied, shoving my food into my mouth.

Ururaka and Iida exchanged confused looks with one another and then glanced back at me.

"You seem distracted lately, is there something on your mind?" Iida asked.

I gulped down my food nervously. How do I avoid talking about this.

The day after Kacchan spoke those words, I couldn't stop thinking about it. If the sex we were having wasn't on my mind enough, this was also another thing I couldn't get off my shoulders.

"It's nothing, I swear," I lied.

I felt guilty lying to my friends, but what else could I do? It would be complicated, let alone embarrassing admitting mine and Kacchan's 'situation-ship.'

Also, this probably wouldn't be something Kacchan would want me to mention to others.

"If you need to talk Deku, I'm here," Ururaka continued.

"Th-thanks, but please don't worry, nothings wrong," I replied.

She nodded before taking a bite of her own lunch.

I need to watch what I say, especially in a public place like the cafeteria, anyone can be listening.