Glasses? [DkBk/ BkDk]

Chapter 11

(Bakugou's pov)

I hate cats, so when Deku first told me I reminded him of one I was honestly fucking offended. However, when he continued to explain why I was honestly surprised.

I've always been a dick, especially to Deku. Acknowledging that doesn't make me less of a dick, but atleast I'm aware -I suppose.

I've never been affectionate or expressed when I'm thankful. I can't remember the last time I said thank you, other than yesterday.

That's why I was surprised when Deku said I show affection is subtle ways. I never noticed it myself. Even when he pointed it out, I still couldn't recall one time I showed anything close to that.

I'm not surprised Deku picked up something like that. He's always been perceptive, watching my every move: ever since we were kids.

I'm surprised he put up with me for so long, I put him through hell.

It wasn't until I learnt his and Almight's secret I finally understood his potential and my flaws, why I hated him so much. I masked my fear of him surpassing me with hate.

Since we were kids, he has always been like a fucking dog, always clinging to me. No matter how badly I treated him, he always came back, no matter what.

Despite everything, everything I put him through he always stayed loyal to me. I always asked myself why: why did he always come back? And now I know. He loves me.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as I thought about everything. Is it fair to say I love Deku? Do I deserve to?

I glanced down at my covers, before ripping them off. I then pulled down the collar of my shirt, looking at the mark he left, just underneath my collar bone.

The bruising had faded, leaving only a small pigment of red left.

Normally this shit would bother me, but for some reason, I don't care. It's weird and fucking embarrassing to admit, but I kind of liked it.

—

The next day, I helped Deku study yet again. After around an hour of watching him scribble down answers on a test, I marked them.

Since our first study session, he has improved significantly. He almost got full marks this time.

Handing the paper back, his face brightened with pride. "Since you didn't do terrible," I began, "I'll let you do what ever you want to me."

Watching him take time to process my words, I secretly hoped he'd do what he done last time.

The hickey from that day had almost vanished. This time I wanted more.

"Anything?" He repeated. I nodded: yes.

I pulled myself up, grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to the bed. I reached for my nightstand, grabbing the glasses and slipped them on.

He glanced up at me, nervously, before saying, "I-I wanna.."

"Spit it out," I grumbled, growing impatient.

"M-mark you," he finally finished, scratching the back of his neck. I grinned with satisfaction, but also relief.

Pinching and pulling down the neck of my shirt, I smirked, "c'mon then."

He practically jumped at me, sitting between my legs as he laid a hand by the back of my neck. He kissed me aggressively on the lips, until he hurriedly moved to other places.

He kissed down my neck, grazing the area with his teeth. That's when he pulled away and asked, "here?"

"I said do whatever you want," I replied.

Pulling himself into the crevice of my neck, he began to suck, slightly biting down onto the patch of skin.

I glazed my hand over his back, travelling up his spine, his neck, until I eventually reached his head, where I softly placed my palm.

He continued to mark the area, bruising a few other spots near that spot. That's when he -again- pulled away and pulled up my shirt, attacking my chest.

He sucked the previous hickey, giving it its previous pigment of red. Leaving trails over my chest, he then approached a different spot: my nipple.

My whole body jerked with surprise. "What are you-"

"Do you not want me to?" He asked, staring up at me. His eyes reflected with the light of my lamp, detailing the green tint of his irises.

"Do what you want," I whispered.

His lips curled into a smile before attaching themselves onto my nipple. I flinched at the sudden sensation of his tongue across it. It felt weird, but not unpleasant.

He sucked for a while until I finally spoke, "I wanna fuck."

He pulled away, looking at me then back down at his creation of hickeys. The bastard looked pleased with himself.

—

After a few rounds, we laid next to each other, staring up at my ceiling.
That's when I thought back to that conversation we had.

'Even if this is just the sex to you, I'm happy I get to see this side of you Kacchan'

That's what he told me -that day.

"Deku," I called.

I didn't look over at him, yet I could faintly see his head turn in my direction -from the corner of my eye.

"It's not just the sex to me... either," I mumbled.

I suppose that could mean many things, but I hoped he used that big head of his to understand what I meant.

However, knowing him, he would probably over analyse any word that slipped past my lips.

"If you mean what I think you do.." he mumbled, "then I'm glad."

"Glad?"

"You know I love you, and I don't expect that back. It's a big.. thing, with a big meaning," he whispered, turning onto his side, "but this is enough for me."

"Do you not expect more?" I asked.

"I hope you love me back, someday. But, I'm also happy with this," he answered.

He rested his chin on the back of his hand, glancing over at me. I still refused to look his way.

I already love you Deku, I just don't know how to say it.