Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 8

(Bakugou's pov)

After that day, I began avoiding that damn nerd. I even refused to help him study. I couldn't believe I would willingly let him do that.

It makes me physically cringe thinking about it.

The worst part was that I genuinely enjoyed how it felt.

A couple of times after that, I even tried to finger myself, but it wasn't the same: whatever that nerd hit the last time, I couldn't reach myself.

It pissed me off.

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"Shit," I groaned in frustration, two finger buried in my ass. It's not the same.

I was then interrupted when I heard a knock at the door. Shit.

I quickly jumped up, pulling up my pants as I did so. Rushing to the bathroom, I washed my hands, practically emptying out all the soap.

I then returned to my door. Swinging it open, I froze: it was Deku.

"Kacchan, are you avoiding me?" He asked, he looked like he was about to fucking cry.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, rolling my eyes.

"It's just.. we haven't studied for the past couple of days and I thought maybe.."

That's when I had an idea.

The first time he fingered me, I liked it. After many attempts to do it myself, I realised it wouldn't be the same, not like how he done it.

I felt fucking weak, allowing myself to be vulnerable to him, but I was desperate, and in this case, it was for a good cause.

"Get in," I ordered, pointing to the bed.

He nodded, following me into the room, sitting on the bed.

"Are we going to study?" He asked.

"Finger me," I answered -not even answered, I fucking commanded.

"H-huh?"

"You heard me," I growled, "glasses on or off?"

"W-Waif, I thought that was a one time thing, you said y-"

"I changed my mind," I spoke, reaching for my glasses. This will get him in the mood.

(Deku's pov)

I watched as Kacchan grabbed his glasses, putting them on. I immediately felt myself get hard.

Why did my body always betray me.

"Finger me or not? I'll help you study after," he asked again.

"Do you have lube?" I questioned, receiving a smirk from Kacchan.

Inching towards his night stand, he took out a bottle of lube, passing it to me, before climbing onto my lap.

"Already hard, huh?" He grinned, palming my crotch.

My face fell warm as I felt moans gurgle in the back of my throat. I pulled down his pants, after squirting some of the liquid onto my fingers.