Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering di...
"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Nineteen. Katsuki counts nineteen candles. His body no longer does his bidding, heavy with fatigue and the pain in his joints. His eyes flicker from the cake---chocolate, like always---to look Brother in the eyes but even his presence there feels lukewarm. Brother looks like he's in pa...
This is the smuttiest smut that ever smutted so please be warned, if a Bakusquad orgy is not what you want to read, stop right here. What happens when the weather prevents housemates from going on an annual hiking trip? They play strip poker mixed in with a little truth or dare of course. And things get very out of h...
Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a...