Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 7

(Bakugou's pov)

The other day, Deku told me he 'loved me.' Despite all the sex, it somehow surprised me.

To be completely honest, I thought this was all specifically to do with the fucking glasses.

After that day, I saw everything in a new perspective. The glasses may had been partly to do with it, after all, they were what started this all. However, I realised why his body specifically responded to me.

In a way, it felt powering, knowing I had control over that nerds body. I also felt like I was now carrying a responsibility.

After confessing how he felt, he told me he would only continue if I felt the same way. Although, I'm not completely sure how I feel.

I definitely want him, but do I love him? Love is a strong word. I feel more hate than love.

Things like love makes me feel threatened. Knowing a person can love yet hurt me at the same time. I'm not saying it scares me, nothing fucking scares me.

I can't help but feel weary about that particular emotion. Knowing Deku 'loves me' I feel a sense of control over him. Knowing that feeling of control may be returned if I accepted his love, pisses me off.

Only I can control myself, and I'll make fucking sure of it.

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"Kacchan," Deku called.

"What?" I muttered, glancing over in his direction.

"I wanna try something," he began.

"Don't waste my time. Spit it out already," I spat.

He glanced around the room, playing with his fingers as he did so. What was this nerd up to?

"I want to finger you."

"Hah?"

"I- umm. I was researching and I found something called a prostate," he began, "apparently it can make sex more pleasurable and-"

"No."

"Wha- I didn't finish-"

"No," I rejected, "your shitty fingers aren't going anywhere near my ass."

"Kacchan, please."

I thought for a moment, and realised I could probably bargain something with him. To be honest, despite my high sex drive, the constant sex had burned me out.

It's also become quite hard to manage when also doing hero training. I'm always sore as fuck the next day -which tampers with my physical abilities.

"Fine, but let's make a deal," I began.

Deku nodded, encouraging me to continue.

"I'll let you finger me this once if we cut back in the sex."

"W-wait, does it not feel good?" He was quick to ask.

"Fuck sake, it's not that," I scoffed, "I can't fucking focus in class when my ass throbs fucking constantly. I can't do this every single day."

"I see, you don't need to bargain this with me though. If that's what you wanted I would've obliged with you either way," Deku replied.

"Great, so you don't need to finger me," I mumbled.

"W-wait you said-"

"Fuck, fine whatever! Just hurry it up," I mumbled.

Deku smiled, before opening his stupid mouth to speak again, "maybe we should do this on your bed, so you're comfy."

"Whatever," I replied, carrying out what he suggested.

Picking myself up from the floor, I made my way to the bed, stripping myself of my pants as I did so.

Once on the bed, I backed myself against my wall as Deku climbed in between my legs, holding a small bottle of lube -which definitely wasn't mine.

"Did you have that on you the whole time?" I smirked.

His face flushed as he squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, completely blanking my question.

"I'm going to put a finger in," he informed, waiting for me to agree to his order.

I nodded whilst rolling my eyes.

He inserted one finger and slowly began to thrust it inside of me.

It was nothing spectacular, just felt like how I would usually do it.

He then inserted another, thrusting deeper with the two fingers inside of me.

That's when he rubbed against a certain spot. I let out an embarrassing yelp in surprise. It felt weird but good: it definitely caught me off guard.

"I think that's it," he mumbled, before moving his fingers again.

I grabbed his wrist in reflex. It had never felt like this before.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, stopping his movements.

"No.. it just feels fucking weird," I answered, looking away.

"It might take a second to get used to," he replied, before continuing to finger me.

As he continued, it began to feel better, way better. It felt fucking good.
Moans slipped out my mouth, squirming under him as he proceeded.

My grasp on his wrist weakened, edging closer to climax.

"Deku, g-gonna cum," I said, barely forming words.

His pace quickened, making me extract my hand and push it over my mouth, muffling my loud moans, followed by my cumming.

Rods of cum covered me. With the position I was in, specs even touched my face.

"Y-your face" Deku stuttered, fumbling to get tissue after slowly pulling out his fingers.

"It's a good thing you didn't have your glasses on," he mumbled, wiping away the cum that covered me.

When he pointed it out, I realised I hadn't thought to put them on. He didn't even seem to care I hadn't worn them. Looking over at my table, filled with unfinished papers, I realised it wasn't even time for his reward.

Despite this, we still proceeded to have sex. Not even sex, I let him finger me.

I let him finger me..

What the fuck had just happened.