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You see, Bakugou Katsuki is a very strong man.
Yes, yes he is.
Everyone knows that. Everyone needs to know that.
He is strong; physically and mentally, maybe not emotionally- but we're not talking about that right now.
He's smart, talented, and confident.
Like, for fucking short, he is perfect.
Yes, yes he is.
Bakugou Katsuki is perfect.
You could say that he's somewhat flawless (if we're not going to talk about his emotion-emotional-emotionally). From head to toe, he is flawless. His mind? Confident? Cooking? Playing instrument? Games? Anything, name it, and Katsuki will prove to you how he excels at everything. Always excels at everything. A perfection.
(Plus, he's working on his emotions and personality- shut up.)
But as a hero in Katsuki's world, people will ask them:
"What's your weakness?"
Because, well, everyone has their own weakness/es.
And (un)luckily, people in their world cares and prioritizes every heroes' weaknesses more than their own.
Not surprising though...
It doesn't matter if you're strong,
or smart...
or confident,
or talented...
or if you're flawless,
or if you're perfect...
Everyone has their own weaknesses.
But then, whenever someone will ask Katsuki this specific question, he couldn't answer it.
He doesn't know what to say, or what to do. So he will just glared at them and maybe flips them off if there's no one (Izuku) to scold him.
Everyone, every-fucking-time.
But, well...
Why?
Why can't Katsuki answer this question?
Why does he found this question so goddamn hard to answer? So fucking difficult?? So goddamn... embarrass- bullsh- BULLSHIT???
It's because...
"Kacchan..." a tired deep voice called Katsuki.
The ash blond, who was sitting in the living room of his and Deku's apartment, whipped his head fast to look at the tall green haired man.
His eyes narrowing when he saw the bruises on Izuku's face and he immediately stood up. This fucking nerd... he thought.
"What the fuck? What did I told you about 'taking care of yourself' when you're facing a villain? Hah?! Didn't I tell you how I don't wanna fucking see any bruises on your goddamn ugly face? Look at you-"
"Shh... Kacchan, I'm tired." Izuku cuts the blond off before tugging the smaller man towards his body, engulfing Katsuki's body easily. He, then, buried his face onto Katsuki's neck, placing his hands on the other's hips.
The blond gasped before huffing, internally thankful that Izuku couldn't see the way his face reddened. Although Izuku heard his gasp and felt the way Katsuki shivered against his body.
"Dumbass," Katsuki mumbled, "'Course you're fucking tired! Look at you! You look like someone who just survived a fucking world war- AHhh...!" The blond's nagging got interrupted again as he let out a surprised moan. Eyes widening and lips slightly parting.
"IZU-!" Katsuki tried again but then another gasped came out of his lips, completely cutting him off.
He gripped onto Izuku's biceps, as the taller man kisses his neck.
Izuku slowly opened his mouth in between kisses, and begin to kiss Katsuki's neck with an open mouth. Breathing some hot air on his neck in between kisses that almost make Katsuki's mind go blank and knees buckling. Almost.
"Oh my fuc-! A-ah..." The blond moaned as Izuku lick his neck using the tip of his tongue then the taller started sucking it slightly, softly... teasingly...
"Izuku...!" The blond whined.
He wanted it hard.
He wants Izuku to suck his neck hard. Nip it, bite it... Left a hickey or multiple bite marks on his neck. Almost like bruising his neck actually. He wants Izuku claiming his neck. Claiming him. Hard.
You see, this, this fucking shit is his weakness.
Yes. THIS.
Neck fucking kisses.
Don't fucking judge him because it's VALID, UNDERSTANDABLE and RELATABLE, okay?!?
(Don't deny it, you hypocrite.)
Who wouldn't go weak if someone like Izuku fucking Midoriya is kissing you-(fuck you, Deku's his) his neck? He may be flawless, or undeniably perfect but he's still a HUMAN being. A horny human being. No- yes. Shut up.
"Oh fuck...!" Katsuki moaned softly again as Izuku started sucking, nipping and biting hard on his very sensitive neck. His hands now gripping Izuku's unruly green hair, almost pushing the other more onto his neck.
It's not enough. More... He needs more...
Izuku's left hand is holding Katsuki waist as his right hand is now slowly fondling the blond's chest.
Katsuki tilted his neck to give Izuku more access to his neck. The taller, then, scoops Katsuki up using his left hand and the blond instinctively wrapped his legs around the taller's waist.
"I- ah... I t-thought you're- f-fuck!.. tired?" Katsuki (tried to) asked in-between his muffled (not really) soft moans.
"Mhn, I am. But that doesn't mean I can't kiss your neck hard just like how you want it, puppy." Izuku whispered huskily, "Think of this as your reward for patiently waiting for me like a good wife, hm?"
Goddamnit.
Katsuki will die first before he answer the question, 'What's your weakness?'
No— Never... Next question!!!
No one other than Midoriya Izuku will ever know how neck kisses can make him so weak- so fucking weak he'll be begging, squirming, moaning silly like a goddamn whore once Izuku's lips are on his neck.
No one.
Ever.
"Y-yes, please... Fuck!"