yah it also does scheduled thread posting! one scheduled thread per free account for now, and you need to be a paid user to schedule more threads

there's buffer.com and it crossposts to many socials in one go!! :D

omg! im glad you liked it :D your art and this series was so hotttt it sat in my brain for days and i just had to write a bit abt it heheheh

Bakugou’s knees are still shaking, but he manages to pat a trembling hand on Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Good job, Red.”

Kirishima swallows, a glazed look in his eyes, and his smile is dopey. “Anything for you, captain.”

How’s that for team building? :D

-pussy walls gripping like a vice around his slowly softening cock to milk the last of his spend.

The aftermath is just the same as the high of a game. Their skin is sticky and warm. There’s elation in their exhales, and satisfaction burns hot through their clothes.

Bakugou doesn’t get to finish, but Kirishima does. Buries his cock deep inside his captain, spilling warmth with a kiss on Bakugou’s cervix, grateful to his captain’s trust and pussy. His thumb finds their way onto Bakugou’s engorged clit, rubbing there just as Bakugou tenses and clenches on him-

“C-captain… I’m- I’ll cum! Can I cum? Cum inside?”

There isn’t enough headspace for Bakugou to take in dumb requests, defaulting instead to a litany of insults in his overwhelmed state.

“Take what you fucking want, you shitty redhead fucker, you fucking piece of—“

-pussy speared on his ace’s cock. Both of them are delirious in victory and sex, the scent of it warm and heady in the closed-off locker room. Bakugou’s pussy is drenched in sweat and slick, squelching, shamelessly loud just like its owner.

“Go on, then,” Bakugou smirks down on him. “Take what you want.”

The effect is immediate.

Like a beast unleashed, Kirishima’s hands fly to Bakugou’s waist, gripping it like a lifeline and an anchor to thrust upwards. An incessant pounding that has Bakugou bouncing like a ragdoll on top-

If Kirishima gladly sucks on it, if he moans on it, low and rumbling against the skin, if he looks up at Bakugou with his pretty eyes, wide and devoted, his long lashes dewy with tears… well, a good captain has to reward his ace for a winning game, right?

Kirishima’s hips twitch up. There’s a pained look in his face, eyebrows all scrunched to his forehead and a furious blush bleeding from his whole face down to his sweaty neck. His mouth is agape, panting like a dog, and Bakugou slips his thumb in to press on the warm, wet flat of that tongue.