Need a hand? [Bakugatsu Day 8]

Izuku felt a little bad watching the teasing happen, but as of yet Katsuki hadn't gotten too riled up, so he didn't feel the need to step in. Not yet. His hands were both wrapped in bandages, leaving him no freedom to hold a pen, or to flip the bird at his friends for being a pain. 

Izuku suspected that part was a lot more frustrating than the pen.

“Aww, come on Blasty, it's just a joke,” Mina was laughing, ruffling his spiky hair while he couldn't blow her up for it. “Relax!”

“Yeah dude, you really need to get laid or something!”

Katsuki glared at Eijirou, ignoring the laughter around them in favour of attempting to kill the guy with his eyes. If Katsuki's quirk had ever been able to manifest from more than his palms, Izuku suspected that would be the moment it would have happened.

“It's not like I can fuckin' jerk off right now, asshole.”

The laughter grew louder and more frantic around him, Denki thumping his fist on the desk as tears poured from his eyes, and Katsuki growled lowly. 

“Poor Bakugou can't handle a week without jerking it!” he bleated, his lungs void of air with the force of his laughter. “No wonder he's always such a grump!”

“Yeah dude! That explains so much!” Eijirou grinned. “I'll remember that!”

“Fuck you all!”

“You'd loooove that wouldn't you!”

“I fuckin' hate you, shitty-hair!”

The moment the bell rang, Katsuki stormed out, leaving behind his bag that was kind of useless in the first place, seeing as he couldn't use any of the books inside it. Izuku smiled sheepishly as he scooped it up with his own, slinging one over each shoulder as he waved awkwardly to Katsuki's cackling squad of friends.

“I'll take it back to him,” he said softly. “I don't think he wants to see you guys again tonight.”

The words only made his classmates laugh even harder, and Izuku sighed fondly, heading for the door. He waved to his own friends as he passed, pointing at Katsuki's bag, and quickly disappeared out of the building.

“Kacchan?” he called, knocking lightly on his dorm room door. “I brought your bag!”

He pushed open the door tentatively, smiling when Katsuki looked up from his screen, lying back on the bed with his laptop on his stomach.

“You know, Kacchan, I meant it when I said I'd help you if you wanted it!” Izuku informed him, keeping his eyes carefully averted as he set the bag down. “You should have just asked!”

“Haah? You think I need your shitty help?”

“I told you I'd help with anything, Kacchan.” He finally looked back, eyes trailing down Katsuki's sprawled form. “Anything.”

“What, you're gonna fuck me or some shit?” Katsuki snorted. “Out of fuckin' pity?”

“No!” Izuku blushed, jaw dropping. “Of course not!”

“Didn't fuckin' think so.”

“I don't pity you Kacchan! I just want to, uh, help, you know? You're kind of... Insufferable. Lately.”

“Fuck you.”

“I'm serious! If it'll keep class, um, more bearable, then why not? And I'm not gonna fuck you! I just thought, like... My hand, you know? Like a h-ha-hann... A friendjob! Yeah! Cos that's what friends do!”

Katsuki snorted, but didn't shut him down, so Izuku slowly locked the door behind him, taking a step toward the bed.

“Um, I just need you to... To move your laptop.”

Izuku was almost surprised when Katsuki obeyed, closing the lid and shoving it aside, but he bravely charged forward, straddling Katsuki's knees and reaching for his fly.

“Oh, um, do you have lube lying around?”

“Uh... No. Um, I don't.”

“Wait, really? Not even a little?”

“I, um, used it. The last of it.”

“Oh. Um, okay, I guess I'll just...”

He trailed off, pulling Katsuki's pants and boxers down over his hips and watching the already semi-hard cock spring loose.

“Oh,” he murmured, eyes wide. “Kacchan is big.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“It was a compliment, Kacchan! You're meant to say thank you!”

“Fuck off.”

Izuku laughed, awkwardly winding his fingers around the base of the shaft and listening to Katsuki hiss at the touch.

“Good? Bad?”

“Fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Just... new.”

“Oh! No one has touched Kacchan's pretty cock before me?”

“Don't say shit like that!”

“You want me to stop talking?”

“Fucking obviously!”

“Okay!”

He opened his mouth wide, filing it with Katsuki's cock, barely keeping back a laugh when Katsuki moaned loudly. His hands clutched lamely at the sheets, stumbling over words, and Izuku slipped back off with a lewd slurp.

“What, Kacchan?”

“Fuckin' mouth?!”

“You had no lube, Kacchan! I thought you'd have a spare or something if you jerk it that much but no, I have to use my mouth! So can I keep going or not?!”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuckin' stop teasing and suck me!”

Izuku giggled, but dropped his head again all the same, licking little strips along Katsuki's cock. He lingered over the head, listening to Katsuki whine, and planted a big dumb kiss right on the tip before he opened his mouth again and took it in.

Something about Katsuki's flushed face was strangely sweet, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, fingers scrabbling at the mattress, searching for something to hold.

Izuku reached for his hand, ignoring the way the eyes flew open in alarm, and brought it to his head. He trusted Katsuki – more than anyone else, to be perfectly honest. He didn't mind if Katsuki touched him while he worked.

To the best of their ability, Katsuki's hands curled against his hair, buried in a mess of green curls as the head bobbed slowly up and down. Shuddering moans came from him at every lick, every little suck or swallow, and Izuku relished the feeling of power that came with tearing him apart. 

When Katsuki came, it was with his back arched, his hips thrusting up off the bed to sink deeper. Izuku gagged a little at the first spurt, unsuspecting, but quickly began to swallow, eyes watering as he took it all down. 

“God,” Katsuki muttered, head falling back into his pillows, hands falling away from Izuku's head. “Yeah.”

“Feel better now?” he grinned, wiping the last drops of cum away with the back of his hand. “More amicable?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki yawned. “I'm tired.”

“No kidding,” he laughed. “Glad I could help.”

“Yeah. Uh, thanks?”

“No problem, Kacchan! I told you I'd help you out! Let me know if you need anything else! Or again!”

Katsuki flushed, but nodded, only hesitating when Izuku climbed off the mattress.

“Hey, uh... Stay?”

“Hm?”

Katsuki patted the mattress beside him, and Izuku cracked a nervous little smile, taking a step back toward him.

“You want to snuggle?”

“Shut up.”

“It's okay! I told you, this is what friends are for!”

“Friends compliment their friends' dicks,” Katsuki snorted, wrapping an arm around Izuku's waist when he lay down. “Sure.”

“Does that mean...?”

“Doesn't mean shit, nerd,” he grumbled half-heartedly. “Just stay, for now. You said anything.”

“Yeah,” Izuku smiled, nuzzling into Katsuki's chest. “Anything, Kacchan.”