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[Image ID: A five panel comic of Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri from Jujutsu Kaisen. In the first panel, half of Suguru's face is in shadow and faces the screen. Satoru is lying on his bed playing on a DS and Shoko sits on the bed next to him. Suguru asks, "Hey, Satoru, where's my phone?" Satoru says, "Over there." Shoko comments dryly, "You didn't even look up..."
In the second panel, Suguru is on the other side of the room, holding up his phone triumphantly in his right hand. Shoko whips her head toward him in confusion and disbelief as Suguru says, "Found it!! Thanks, Satoru :3" and Satoru responds, "Ur welcome"
In the third panel, Shoko wears an expression of disgust against a background of swirling radial lines, saying, "What the hell... That's so creepy..."
In the fourth panel, Satoru is leaning up on his elbows on the bed and Suguru is sitting next to him, sagely nodding his head as Satoru says, "You're just bitter cuz you're short." Shoko, irritated, says, "What does that even mean..."
In the fifth panel, Shoko holds her chin and contemplates, "Does the Six Eyes include telepathy...?" Behind her, Satoru is sitting on the bed with his fingers to his temples and his mouth open in concentration, levitating a slice of pizza. Suguru sits on his knees next to him, cheering him on.
Next to the first four panels is a drawing of the three of them. Suguru and Satoru have their arms slung around Shoko's shoulders, who smiles around a cigarette in her mouth and whose hands are in her pockets. Suguru, on Shoko's right, makes a three-fingered peace sign with his right hand and leans slightly down. Satoru has his legs crossed and his left arm up in a fist, mouth open in a smile. In hiragana written above them is Sashisu! (さしす). ]
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Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.
you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.
the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!
but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.
you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.
you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.
"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.
"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.
"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.
"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.
"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.
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