Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

Nurse Izuku

Katsuki makes his way down the hall, his steps slow and staggered. He got sent down to the nurse's office after he miscalculated his opponents' next move, resulting in a pretty gnarly broken arm.

He slides the door open, stepping in with his eyes closed as he releases a long sigh. "Oh my! What happened to you?"

This voice.. this isn't the voice of Recovery Girl. Katsuki opens his eyes to beautiful green curls and beautiful emerald eyes looking at him.

"Where's Recovery Girl?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing and his nose scrunching.

"Well.." The greenette starts, fiddling with his own fingers.

"She had to take today off, so I came in her place. There was supposed to be an announcement this morning but I suppose it may have been skipped over."

"Oh.." Katsuki says, his eyes scanning the freckled face. "So, you gonna help me, then? My arm's pretty fucked up and it hurts like hell."

"Y-yes! I'm so sorry, please, have a seat! My name's Izuku, I'll take care of you, don't worry!" Izuku squeaks out, his cheeks bright pink.

Katsuki just nods before making his way over to the exam table. He plops down, holding his broken arm with his good one.

"What's your name and class, for your file?" Izuku asks softly, walking over with a clipboard in hand as he scribbles a brief description of Katsuki's injuries.

"Katsuki Bakugo..." He replies sharply, eyes wandering from Izuku's beautiful face down to his thin, tempting waist and landing on thick, dreamy thighs.

His mouth practically waters at the sight of Izuku's tight black joggers, squeezing and exposing the plump, supple flesh of his thighs. His mind is clouded, his only desire in life at that moment is to feel them around his own bod-

"And class?" Izuku asks, stepping in front of Katsuki.

"Oh, yeah. Uh, 3A." He replies, his cheeks growing hotter as he shakes his head gently, trying to rid the thought of Izuku's thighs around him.

Izuku scribbles his name and class down on his paper before placing it down on the exam table next to Katsuki. He pulls a chair up and sits directly in front of him, his knees in between Katsuki's legs, letting him get up close and personal.

"Alrighty! Let me take a look here. May I touch you?" Izuku asks with a soft smile, hesitantly reaching a hand out.

God yes. Touch him. Katsuki would let him do whatever he wanted to him. "Yes, please. Go for it."

Izuku reaches out and gently presses on Katsuki's arm, earning a small wince from the blond. "Ah, I'm sorry! If it hurts that bad from just a gentle press, it's gonna take a bit more than just the usual."

Katsuki's eyes don't leave Izuku's face. He watches as Izuku's beautiful green pools check over his arm, his soft hands rubbing and pressing different spots to see where it's the most hurt.

"That's okay. Just fix me, please." Katsuki breathes, his voice carrying a slight whine. Though, it doesn't seem like Izuku caught it as he's quite focused on his arm.

Izuku hums after a few moments, removing his hands from Katsuki. The blond exhales a small sigh, already missing the warm, soft hands on his arm. Katsuki would break it a thousand times if it meant he got to get fixed up by this beauty.

"Okay. I'm sure you're aware of how we 'heal' you. You're okay with that, I'm assuming?" Izuku says quietly, his cheeks blushing a beautiful pink again as he looks at Katsuki through thick eyelashes.

Katsuki just nods, his mouth drying at the anticipation. Izuku smiles, taking the hand of Katsuki's broken arm in his. He leans down and begins to pepper soft, gentle kisses along the back of his hand.