#jiu jitsu shirt

[500seawormideas]

[quinn-fucks-shit-up]

wish these men would wear shirts

[muramatsu-takehiko]

ビスカ ブラジリアン柔術 スウェットシャツ用グラフィック（2023） Illustration for VISCA BRAZILLIAN JIU-JITSU sweat-shirt (2023)

[majinshop]

Jiu Jitsu Belts T-Shirts

Jiu Jitsu Belts – The journey from a white belt to a black belt in Jiu Jitsu is a transformative and arduous process that encompasses personal growth, skill development, and a deepening understanding of the art. This progression is not just a matter of acquiring technical proficiency, but also a profound evolution in mindset, discipline, and self-awareness. Here’s an overview of the stages and…

[denwritesandcries]

Hold to my Hand – H.C

Pairing: loser!hazel x fem!reader

Summary: You might be a little – completely – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands and apparently she enjoys that a lot.

Word count: 2,3k.

Content: cursing, fluff, kisses, slight jealousy, hazel being a loser AND a mess, soft gfs.

Note: So… women, right? Women with rings and cold hands… right?

English is not my first language.

“Babe, stop that!”

“What?” You said, “I’m not doing anything.”

But you were.

You were sprawled out on your girlfriend Hazel's bed, a book from your English class abandoned in front of you while your girlfriend had a laptop open on her lap, the cute look of concentration from before replaced by red cheeks and nervousness at your actions.

It was no big deal, actually, your girlfriend was simply very easy to flustreat; you had one of her hands in yours, leaving feather-light kisses along her calloused, ring-covered fingers, sending goosebumps across her cold skin.

“You’re distracting me.” She whines, looking away to a random spot in the room, “I can’t type like this.”

You huff, climbing higher on the bed to be at her height, keeping your grip on her hand and glancing at the laptop screen.

“Boxing and wrestling techniques?” you read, letting your head fall to rest on her shoulder, “Will you really gonna start a fight club with Josie and PJ?”

Hazel immediately perks up, telling you all about the idea that she and the girls had at lunch – you're sure 80% of it must have come from PJ, but you don't have the courage to interrupt her – and how they're going to get along and have fun with this and Hazel will teach everyone self defense techniques. She looks so much like a happy puppy that it warms your heart.

Unfortunately, you can't give her full attention to the conversation, being too involved in the way she gestures to process anything else.

Okay, maybe you're a little – just a little – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands.

“...You sure you don't want to?”

“Huh?”

Hazel's voice snaps you out of your reverie and she's staring at you with bright, expectant blue eyes.

“Are you sure you don't want to join?” She repeats.

“Hm-hm,” you mumble.

“Please?” She asks softly, “For me?”

You look away from her, because there's no way to deny anything if you're looking at that needy dog face, and you keep yourself looking at the old judo and jiu-jitsu trophies that she keeps on the shelves in the big room.

She really wants you to be part of this, but you know PJ and Josie are probably only doing it because they want to fuck someone and Hazel because she wants to make more friends, but the most you'd get from this club would be a broken nose or tooth, so no, thanks.

“I can come to see you at meetings and give you moral support, love.”

It's not exactly what she wanted, but you know you won. Hazel completely softens the moment you call her love, every single time.

Hazel lets out a long dramatic sigh, giving up her laptop and turning to wrap her arms around you, burying her face in your neck.

“Fine, but you’ll definitely change your mind when the club finally starts!” She declares.

You scoff, sinking into her touch when you feel her hands spread on your hips beneath your shirt comfortably.

“Do you really want to get into this with those two, Haze?” Your question breaks the established silence, somewhat uncertain.

Your girlfriend unfortunately had a tendency to not notice or just not stand up for herself when someone was mean to her and PJ and Josie weren't exactly known for being gentle with people, so Hazel running something with them made you quite apprehensive. Of course, you wouldn't do anything to change her mind since it was something she really seemed to want to do, but a little caution wouldn't hurt.

“Oh, they know what they're doing, babe.” She squeezes you a little tighter, “They were in juvie!”

You laugh: “No, they weren't.”

“Still.”

You keep your word and start attending all the fight club meetings – under PJ's complaints that you're not really doing anything –, busying yourself with cheering Hazel on during her turns and talking to Mr.G about any nonsense stuff that he wants to speak in the stands. It's actually quite fun, but you don't change your mind about the fighting part.

You start bringing water bottles as a treat to the girls while you're there and take on the role of tending to all of Hazel's injuries when it's all over – which is a lot, since they don't really seem to know what they're doing in the moment –, you find yourself being very good at it and probably would have become the whole group personal nurse if it weren't for the possessive look in bright blue eyes and the sad pout on Hazel's face when she watched you wipe the blood from a cut on Brittany's cheek and put on one of the cute little band-aids that were supposed to be only for her one day.

Besides all that, the most important thing is that you have a free pass to admire your girlfriend as much as you want and she looks great kicking ass and throwing punches. Especially throwing punches.

In your defense, the obsession with your girlfriend's hands, your girlfriend’s touch, is actually justified. The thing is, you never had many friends since you came to this weird school and neither did Hazel, so when you got together everything in your relationship was a little new; you found yourself suddenly starving for contact.

Holding hands, playing with the rings on her fingers, pats on the shoulders, arms around the body, hugs, caresses. It was simply impossible not to be aware of every little touch that Hazel gives you, even less impossible not to melt with them.

So yes, maybe you liked it a little too much when Hazel came to you asking to bandage her bruised knuckles just because it gave you the chance to touch her as much as you wanted, like now, at home.

“Ouch!”

“Stop moving, Haze,” you complain as you apply the antiseptic to her, “This will only make it worse.”

“But it hurts.” Hazel whimpers, pulling her injured hand to her chest protectively.

She's sitting on the bathroom sink, which probably wasn't very safe, but it was the best way for you to treat her and also where the first aid kit you were using was kept.

Today's fight seems to have been a little more serious than usual because Hazel's dominant hand is hurt. Like really hurt, with purple bruises already forming over the torn skin, so your spare band-aids weren't enough to take care of it. Now, if she would just let you handle it properly.

“That's bad. You're lucky it didn't break.” You say, taking her hand more gently to examine it, “Damn, what did that blue-haired girl do to you to make this happen?”

Hazel stays quiet, suddenly embarrassed and looking at anything else as you wrap a clean bandage around the wound.

"Then?" You press.

Hazel mumbles something slurred and unintelligible and you frown, not knowing what could have made her so embarrassed. With how easily that happens tho, you didn't have a good guess.

“I heard her talking to some girls before the meeting today.” She pauses, “Talking about you.”

“Oh.” You say, trying to pull away a little so you can look her in the eyes, but Hazel closes her legs around your waist so you can’t move, “Saying bad things?”

She shakes her head and swallows, her blush deepening.

“She said that she likes it when you come to see us,” her good hand grabs the front of your shirt, “Said she wanted to ask you out.”

“Oh, Haze—” You begin.

“She knew we were dating. She knew. But she kept talking about it and I— I got mad, so I hit her.”

Hazel says it all quickly as if it were a single sentence, but you understand anyway; she is nervous, keeping her eyes closed and looking down. She was jealous, still is, but she's also scared of what you'll think of her for it.

Screw it, you think. It's a fight club, people are going to get hurt sometimes. Now it's time to comfort your girlfriend.

“You beat the shit out of a girl for me?” You say, taking the bandaged hand gently and bringing it to your lips, “That’s hot.”

Hazel's face is so red it glows, “Babe,” she squeals.

"What?" You tease, leaving smacking kisses from fist to wrist, “She should know better than to say things like that for you to hear, how rude.”

Hazel’s pupils are dilated when her eyes meet yours, “You’re serious?”

“Hmm.” You hum, leaving a mark of lip gloss on her skin, “Like I would leave the best girlfriend in the world for someone else like that.”

She squirms in your grip, swallowing hard and trying to keep from stuttering and you can't help the giggle that escapes as you notice a shiver run through her.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she whines.

“I’m not,” you shrug, innocently.“I’m just kissing it better.”

You think Hazel never really realized the effect her touch has on you until one day at the library.

There's no club meeting today, so when you make your way to the library after your last class, your girlfriend follows along beside you excitedly, rambling about her day and waving your hands together as you walk down the halls.

You had to study for a history test, so you find a table in the back where you like to stay while Hazel looks for a book nearby to entertain herself.

You just spend less than an hour focusing on memorizing dates and names your teacher sent to the next test before your ears pick up the clink of Hazel's rings against the antique wood of the table.

Your gaze shifts away without even realizing it, focusing on Hazel's drumming and immersed expression.

“Have any of your rings ever fallen off?” You ask with sudden curiosity, even after months together this had never occurred to you.

“Huh?” She lifts her head, “Oh, yes. Lots of them.”

Hazel stops for a moment to check it and adjust some looseness and you gently take the hand with the ring you gave her, running your thumb over the silly little smiley face plastered on it.

“I never take that one off,” she smiles.

“I noticed,” you laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You might end up breaking your finger over this, you know? Or someone’s nose.”

“I was trying to be romantic,” Hazel snorts.

“Sorry, love,” you lean across the table closer to her, looking between the plastic ring. “I just gave that to you as a silly joke.”

Hazel tilts her head, that confused and bit sad puppy expression back on her face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, “One day I’ll give you a real one, with a real gem." You can feel Hazel staring at you, her jaw is probably dropped, but you settle for shaking her hand, “A blue one. Will suit you.”

“You think so?” She sighs.

“Of course,” you find yourself saying. “I’ll give you the most beautiful one, the first one everyone will notice when they look at you.”

You look up to find Hazel. Just Hazel. With soft eyes, bright smile and hands full of rings.

There were moments – moments like this – when it felt like there were only the two of you in the world, when you couldn't see or feel anything but Hazel and you drowned in her completely.

Taking a deep breath, she leans over the table, hand letting go of yours to slide down your arm. You swear your skin crawls.

“Babe?” Hazel calls; you notice how she keeps her voice low for fear of ruining the moment, even though she's so clearly nervous.

You open your mouth and nothing comes out, the touch on your skin is cold but it feels like it's burning you from the inside out. What did you come here to do in the first place?

Hazel leans back under the forgotten book and you grab her wrist when she moves to keep her close.

“I— I would like that,” she says, eyes wide and face flushed, “Sounds good, I mean.”

"You deserve it. You deserve this and more, love,” You’re not really sure what ‘more’ is, especially for someone who can buy anything they want like Hazel. Maybe it’s all she wanted, all you could offer her; maybe it’s just you.

Hazel squeezes your hand, leaning in closer and running her thumb over your knuckles so gently that the noise you make is embarrassing. You think she's going to kiss you and maybe she would have, if it weren't for the angry shush! coming from the librarian near the bookshelves next to you two.

She only mentions it days later, when you're back in her bed, curled up in a familiar way while Hazel scrolls through her phone.

Her fingers are running through your hair, almost lulling you to sleep and you feel like you could do the same as the cat at the foot of the bed and melt into a purring puddle under her touch.

“You have a thing for my hands." She comments out of nowhere, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere, a giggle in her tone.

“What?” You ask confused, using your arms to lean against her chest, “I do not.”

You know it's not true, but denying it is better than admitting something like that. Hazel gives you a look; she knows you better than that.

“But you do.” Hazel turns you in her arms and you let out a surprised squeak at the action when she finds yourself on top of you.

You shake your head, refusing to give in, but she runs her cold hands under your shirt, resting on the warm skin of your belly – this seems to be one of her favorite things to do.

“Jeez!” You hiss, “How can you be so cold all the time? You’re like a lizard.”

“Oh, I love lizards!”

“Haze!”

You squirm in her grip, but Hazel holds firm, an unusual confidence behind her actions.

“Admit it,” she asks with a smirk. “You have a thing for my hands.”

“I have a thing for you.”

The cocky little smile she has every time she touches you for the next week is totally worth it – and it's also totally kissable.

[littleplantfreak]

Down to my level

Headcanons Ft. Umemiya Hajime, and Togame Jo

These guys are 6'2 and I think 6'1 respectively so have some writing about being shorter than them cause I'm 5'7ish and wanna climb them like a tree literally. Some ended up not being about height because i got off track thinking about Ume's arms //shrugs

Umemiya Hajime

Loves ruffling hair and he thinks it's endearing when you try to do it yourself to him. Catch him while hes squatting in the garden for perfect ruffling opportunities. (maybe a smooch or two as well)

He will seat you on things when he's kissing you so he doesn't get a cramp in his neck, or better yet just wrap your legs around his waist and he'll hold you up. Give those big arms of his a workout, he'll be more than happy to hold you.

Can't help but grab things for you if they're too high. If you have a problem with that he makes sure to have a step stool. (Just stop putting things so high? Nah he thinks it's cute when you're on your tip toes)

King of carrying - once again he is a big guy so he can do princess carries, piggybacks, fireman's carry, you name it. He's even tried carrying you under his arm like a football though it's not the cutest carry to be in.

He's easy to pick out in a crowd even if he didn't have white hair so you don't really have to worry about losing him.

Blocks out the sun really well or if you're hiding from someone you can basically disappear behind him.

His height also helps in games of chicken fights when you're in the pool or at the beach. Sturdy af AND tall? Y'all are unstoppable no matter how short you are.

"How's the weather up there?"

"Oh! Wanna find out?" Before you can answer he's wiping his hands off and scooping you up effortlessly, arms looped around your waist. Hands resting on his shoulders, you're a few inches taller than him like this. "What do you think?"

"Crystal clear skies...approximately 76 degrees fahrenheit and," you lick the tip of your pointer finger, sticking it out, "wind is blowing from the west. Not to mention the scenery up here is so much prettier than down there." He puffs out a laugh when you gaze at him a little lovestruck as you say the last part.

"You think I'm pretty?" he whispers, looking up at you for once.

"Illegally so." Your answer is so serious it's got his heartbeat taking off and he couldn't fight the smile if he tried.

"Y'know my normal weather man told me the exact same thing this morning!"

"So he's my competition?" You huff and giving him a pat on the arm signalling for him to put you down. Instead, he lowers you just enough so you're eye level with him, noses brushing lightly. Being this close you can smell the dirt from his gardening and the lingering of his minty shampoo from earlier this morning.

"You win every time sweetheart."

Togame Jo

Uses his height for good - usually. Kisses the top of you're head when you aren't paying attention to him.

If you're a brat he'll hold something you want just high enough for you to start jumping for it (thats the evil). He's impossible to knock down or and weighing his arm down to grab it doesnt work either. If Choji's around you can enlist his help in getting it since his jumps are always impressive. He accepts payment in candy though.

Also a carrier. He likes piggybacking you places the best. Especially in the winter cause you're extra toasty.

He's good at typing hair up and can help whenever you have a bad hair day. He's got a full view so he'll fix it as soon as its messed up.

loves being dragged down by his shirt to be kissed. He wears that gi sometimes though I don't know if thats the correct name for what he wears. In jiu jitsu its really solid and tough near the neck areas so you can pull and maneuver you're partner around? In any case when I see him wearing it I just wanna cross collar grip it and drag him on the floor (lovingly I swear) (I think its a gi?? I know he wears monks clothes so they might just be really similar)

You are not in a good mood. Togame's holding the last strawberry ramune over your head with a small frown and refuses to give it back. If anything you should be the one frowning. Sure you snapped at him because you were a bit grumpy, and it wasn't even his fault but you're tired, it's raining, and thats the last strawberry ramune.

"All ya gotta say is 'sorry' doll. I'll even open it for you if you want." he drawls slow as ever.

"I can get it," the words are punctuated by small hops and desperate grabs at air. You're even more winded than before and Togame's just deciding whether he should give in when Choji rounds the corner. A small gasp as a light bulb goes off in your head seeing Shishitoren's leader. "Choji I CHOOSE YOU!" You yell, pointing straight at the drink being held hostage. He moves before any thought can cross his mind as he makes a high jump between the you and Togame, successfully grabbing your prize. As he's handing you the ramune, you root around your hoodie pocket for the last few candies and trade him.

"Nice doing business with you! That wasn't very nice though Kame-chan" Choji chirps and waves before being lured away by the sounds of the other members laughing and talking about going out for karaoke.

There's a moment of quiet before you peek to the side to stare at your boyfriend. You realize you haven't been nice either and bite the bullet. Roll the ramune over in your hands, you look down at your feet.

"I'm sorry I've been grumpy at you. Think I'm just tired. 's no excuse but-" The drink is gone, being popped open by deft hands before Togame gives it back with a silent nod.

"There's a couch in one of the rooms down the hall. Want me to carry you?"

"You gonna lay with me?"

"That's the plan, yeah." Whether it's from the weather or from fighting with you, you can tell he's tired too.

"Good. And yes please." Your voice is soft as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"There's my sweet girl," he grunts, hoisting you up in a princess carry and making his way to one of the back rooms further from the noise of the other boys in the theater.

[onlymingyus]

On The Mat

pairing; choi seungcheol (scoups) x afab reader

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; filth, unprotected sex, fingering, sex in a public place (though no on is around), lots of banter/bickering, jealousy, jeonghan is an innocent bystander, rough sex, pet names, degrading names, man handling, a wager is made, creampie, dacryphilia, crying (obviously) from pleasure, mention of sex in the shower, and mention of eating food. also me not really understanding jiu jitsu or anything for that matter but trying to make it work.

w/c; 2.9 k and some change 

requested; yes

a/n; i went a little crazy with this one, i could have just answered the ask and been simple with it but the pictures also made me feral so here we are. hope you enjoy it. tagging @duhnova and @lipglossjun because it's the law

Your phone dings again making you roll your eyes in faux annoyance. That was the third text from Seungcheol you had received in the time it had taken you to leave your apartment to drive to the gym where he was taking his jiu jitsu lessons. Normally one of his friends would pick him up but today everyone was busy and you had been met with a pouty complaint and even poutier request. 

“I don’t want to miss the lesson. I’m working so hard, if you come get me we can get dinner afterwards and go back to your place for the night. Doesn’t that sound nice? I think it does…please baby? I know it’s out of the way for you but I will make it up to you, I promise.” 

Those words lingered in your ears when you pulled into the parking lot to find it mostly empty. No one in front of the gym, causing you to frown. He had given you the time to pick him up so surely you weren’t late. Glancing at your phone you swipe through the pictures smiling at the first, raising a brow to the second, then dropping your mouth open to the third. 

Your thighs pressing together out of instinct as your eyes scan over the tight shirt that Seungcheol had chosen to wear under his gi, how he was flexing in front of the mirror. Licking your lips in an attempt to calm down, you put your phone into your pocket and slide out of the car making your way to the gym trying to open the door, finding it locked. “Shit…” 

Just when you are about to take out your phone and call Seungcheol you see him jogging towards the doors, a smile on his face when he sees you. Seungcheol steps to the side letting you step inside though you gesture to the car then find him gesturing to his gi. “I gotta change baby. Do you want to go to dinner with me in my gi?” 

“I–well no, but there’s no one here Cheol. Why haven’t you changed already?” Seungcheol’s fingers slide along yours to hold your hand leading you further into the building. “Because I just finished up a few minutes ago and wanted a chance to wind down on my own, and because I knew you were coming to pick me up.” 

Your brows furrow in suspicion causing Seunghcheol to laugh when he meets your gaze. “I missed you, that’s all.” You scoff, digging your phone out of your pocket, waving it at him as you speak, Seungcheol’s smile growing even wider. “Oh I’m fully aware of how much you must have missed me. If you are willing to torture me with pictures. That’s why I thought you were already changed in the first place.” 

Reaching for your phone, Seungcheol unlocks it with your code looking over the pictures with a smug look on his face especially when he reaches the photo of him in his t-shirt. “You act like I would wear a shirt that is that tight out of the building.” 

Seungcheol raises a brow this time when you scoff, reaching to take your phone back from him, slipping it back into your pocket. “It wouldn’t be the worst idea. You look really good in it, now unless you are going to show me some moves go get cleaned up and changed.” You had been joking but Seungcheol stops in his tracks, a smirk forming on his lips even when you keep walking only to be pulled back towards him. “Would you want me to?” 

“Want you to do what? Get changed, yes? I’m hungry and you said we’d go back to my place…you’ve already teased me enou–” You start to finish your sentence when Seungcheol pulls you against his chest, his hands sliding along your sides causing you to squeak out a laugh instead of words. 

“We will get food and go back to your place but do you want me to show you some of my moves baby? The mat is right there…I’m getting really good.” Your cheeks begin to burn, you glance around making sure there is no one in the gym before you meet Seungcheol’s eyes causing him to laugh. “There’s no one here…just us.” 

Seungcheol’s fingers bunch up your shirt so that his fingernails can scratch lightly at your sides causing you to let out a soft sigh when you tilt your head. “I’m stronger than you think.” The smirk on his lips spreads into a full smile when Seungcheol tilts his head moving his hands to yours walking backwards towards the mat. “Then we will put a wager on it. If you can pin me down then I will treat you to dessert.” 

His hands falling from yours, Seungcheol leans down to untie your shoes glancing up at you when you scoff out his name. “Hm? You don’t want dessert?” Of course you did, he knew that you loved sweet things. “What do you get if you pin me down?” You watch mischief flash over Seungcheol’s eyes, his hands running over your calves down to your ankles before he helps you out of your shoes. 

“To have my way with you.” When your thighs press together instinctively, his voice dropping an octave, Seungcheol smirks, raising a brow at your movement. “Don’t get weak at the knees already, Y/N. You are stronger than I think, right?” Stepping away, Seungcheol bites at his lip, tightening the belt of his gi. 

“Is it really fair that I’m going to be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and you get that?” Seungcheol laughs at your words, his eyes following you when you step on to the mat. You were stalling and he knew it. “Mm, if you are as good as you think you are it won’t matter what you are wearing. I remember plenty of times you pinning me down with your thighs. Course I let it happen and you were usually sitting on my face.” 

His words catch you off guard causing you to gasp, you start to speak telling him how it isn’t far to dirty talk during a fight but Seungcheol’s arm is under your thigh, his other behind your head and you are on the mat before you can speak. “Hi.” 

Looking up at the man, you catch your breath shocked at how quickly a man with such girth moved. “That…that wasn’t fair. You cheated you, big oaf.” A laugh slips from Seungcheol’s lips, his nose brushing along cheek to your ear where he takes in a breath of your shampoo before speaking. “All if fair in love and war bab–” 

A groan takes over the end of his sentence when you use your free leg to brush between his legs agreeing to his statement. Seungcheol’s arm relaxing on your leg allows you to move so you can quickly pin him to the mat resting over his hips but only briefly when he stares up at you. “I’d say that was more cheating than what I did.” 

Without much effort, Seungcheol lifts your hips with his, tilting you backwards, as his hands grab your wrists. Using his momentum he pushes you over, putting you on your back on the mat with a small thud - a small exhale of breath leaving your lips. “And this one was completely fair.” 

You struggle against his grip arching your body towards his only to laugh a moment later realizing there was no way you were going to move unless he allowed it. “Fuck…when did you get so strong Cheol?” A smirk spreads across the man’s lips at your words while he leans down to brush them against yours to speak. “I told you I’ve been working hard, but I also just don’t use it to my advantage with you often. Why? Do you like it when I do?” 

Your stomach sucking in with anticipation at wanting him to kiss you, Seungcheol leans back when you try to meet his lips, a laugh warm against your cheek instead when you finally answer him. “God…yeah I do.” His brows furrowing, Seungcheol had known you liked it, he could tell but hearing you say it was a different thing altogether. 

“Fuck…yeah? Well I won.” You didn’t need him to tell you that, impatiently you lift your hips towards his, causing Seungcheol to groan against your neck when you grind against his already hard cock. “Then do something about it, or I’ll leave you here and go home.” Seungcheol laughed at your impatience, how sassy you were getting. His hands slide along your arms, moving to his knees between your legs so he can sit up in front of you. 

“Patience baby…don’t make me fuck some respect into you.” When you scoff, Seungcheol laughs again, his hands loosening his belt so he can pull off the top half of gi tossing it to the side causing you to moan at the sight in front of you. His muscles hard under the tight gray t-shirt, each movement visible under the fabric. “Jesus Christ…I don’t want you wearing that anywhere anyone else can see it.” 

“Why?” Seungcheol’s eyebrow shot up, amusement in his tone at your sudden change of heart. “Because you look like a fucking whore Cheol.” A gasp leaves your lips when Seungcheol’s hand collides with the side of your leg though your jeans. His fingers digging at your flesh underneath while he leans back over you to connect his lips to your neck sucking softly between words. 

“I’m the whore? You are the one under me Princess.” One roll of your hips towards him grants you another groan and his hands back on your body, clothes finally being removed. “Who wanted me here? I could have waited, you are the one who needs a lesson in patience. Such a pretty little whore.” 

“God, you need something in your mouth.” You laugh when Seungcheol tosses your bra over his head not caring where it lands, his fingers sliding up your throat to your chin and finally two into your mouth giving you something to suck on while he kicks his pants off along with his briefs. “Maybe I am needy today, but you’ve been on my mind all fucking day. Then I found out I got to see you…put yourself in my position. All wound up and finally getting to see your sexy ass.” 

Biting around his fingers gently, you moan feeling Seungcheol’s free hand slide between your thighs once he has removed the rest of your clothing. The tips of his fingers brush over wet folds making him mutter your name into the air, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth causing you to gasp around them. 

“That’s a good girl, get ‘em nice and wet so I can fuck you with them. Have to get you ready for my cock don’t I?” Your eyes closing when you gag around his fingers only to have him pull them back letting you gasp for a breath, Seungcheol watches you smirk and suck on your bottom lip. “You are so gross Cheol.” 

The man smiles, his wet fingers taking the place of his other hand when he moves to his side watching your body jerk at the sudden contact. “Am I? I think you like it. Keep your legs open or I’ll pin them open. You know I can.” A moaning whine leaves your lips, Seungcheol’s arm moving so he can work two of his fingers into your waiting pussy. Your hand wrapping around his forearm at how full you suddenly feel knowing it was only the beginning. 

“Fucking tight…always so tight. How fast can you cum for me?” You didn’t realize it was a competition but when Seungcheol asks the question, you aren’t given time to answer it. His fingers are buried deep while his thumb works in tight circles around your clit eliciting a high pitched moan to fall from your lips.  

“I think I can get you there in the matter of seconds if I want to. I know every inch of you.” Now you wanted him to shut up, you wanted him to put something in his mouth but there was no way you were going to think of coherent words or full sentences while your hips rolled over his hand and he pushed you towards your orgasm so quickly. 

The sounds of your wet pussy filling the room were music to Seungcheol’s ears, his cock resting against his thigh twitching and leaking heavily wanting to be inside of you. “Please!” A single word from you causes a groan to escape Seungcheol’s mouth, his eyes falling on your face when you fall over the edge cumming around his fingers hard. Your thighs close around his hand no matter how hard you try to keep them open but Seungcheol doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you until tears are rolling towards your hair. 

“Fuck…there you go. So fucking pretty.” Out of breath, trying to think clearly, you open your eyes to watch Seungcheol suck his fingers clean. Your legs are still shaking while you lift your hand to run it under your eyes to start to push away the tears of pleasure only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist. “Leave them…I plan on fucking you so hard you are going to cry again.” 

You whine out a laugh, Seungcheol’s hand moving to your leg as he moves between your thighs. His hand sliding your knee to his hip while he positions the head of his cock at your dripping entrance teasing you by pushing it only slightly and pulling back. “You are such an asshole. I can’t stand you.” 

“And you are a liar. I love you and I know that you love me, so tell me the truth and I’ll keep my promise and fuck you.” Leaning down, Seungcheol brushes his lips over yours so sweetly you almost want to melt despite the earlier treatment from him being the polar opposite. “Fuck you…I love you. If you don’t fuck me right now I swear to god I’ll call Jeonghan and get him to fuck ME!” 

Jealousy was one of Seungcheol’s many traits and one that you used rarely against him but hearing you say Jeonghan’s name and that you’d have him fuck you instead sent your boyfriend over the edge. With one swift motion he pushes into you hard and deep, taking your breath away causing the last word of your sentence to lift almost to a crying moan. “And I’ll kick his ass for you even thinking about him. You are mine, this pussy is mine…” 

Seungcheol’s mind was on fire at your words, how you could even think about Jeonghan in a time like this, with his cock inside of you. He would just have to fuck those thoughts right out of you. With a thrust that sent you into the mat causing you to cry out his name, your eyes closing so tightly you squeezed out more tears, Seungcheol thought he was achieving that goal. 

“Yeah baby? That what you wanted? My cock buried in this sweet little pussy? Who’s it belong to?” Your fingernails leave bright red streaks along Seungcheol’s arms as you try to hold on to him for some way to keep yourself mentally grounded. Even with his firm flesh under your touch you start to lose yourself to the pleasure. “Fuck, please! Please? Don’t stop…” 

He had no intention of stopping, he was so close to his own climax and with how you were clenching around him he knew you were close too. Burning his face in the crook of your neck, Seungcheol latches his mouth onto your throat sucking a deep red spot marking you when you fall apart on his cock. The sound of your whimpers and moans sending his mind into a tailspin, the feeling of your nails against his back sending him over the edge after you. 

Seungcheol only pulls back placing his hand on the mat so he can lean back to watch himself fuck his cum back into you. His eyes move between watching the white ring form around the base of his cock and the tears run down your face while you moan his name like a prayer. “That’s right, you’re mine. So fucking beautiful. Love you so fucking much. God…I could fill you up again.” 

“Oh my god…you really are a whore.” Your words are whispered on a soft breath making Seungcheol laugh. Carefully pulling from you, he leans down to press a kiss to your chest working his lips up to yours before muttering against them. “You might be right, but that just means I’m a whore for you. You make me crazy.” 

Lifting your leg, you drape it over his hips sighing against his lips. “You made me all sticky and you made me cry.” Seungcheol smirks on your lips before leaning to kiss your cheeks collecting your tears on his lips. “Mm I fucked you too good and there is a shower here. I can keep my promise and fill you up again.” 

Groaning in faux disgust, you watch Seungcheol stand up extending a hand down to help you stand. “You promised me food Choi Seungcheol, not your dick. I can’t eat your dick.” The smirk widens on your boyfriend’s lips making you smack his hand away and for him to laugh loudly. “I’m just saying, you could…in a way. I’ll get you food, come on grumpy. Come shower with me and I’ll show you how good my balance has gotten off the mat.” 

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What if the reader and Noah have been training together with Ash, doing kickboxing and all that. They haven't hung out together, but one day, Noah invites the reader over. They find out that they have more in common than they realize.

You can make this cute, romantic, fluff, smutty...you do you :)

Ahhh mi mayor amor, this ask holds a special place in my heart. I trained martial arts for a long time. This sounds like a lot of fun. Now, I will forewarn you, I’ve never done a reader perspective fic before. I’m nervous. The Y/N thing scares me, but I’m going to take a crack at it. Honest feedback is appreciated! After writing notes: I'm so FUCKING evil. :)

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Hehehehehe.......

Vices

“Damn it!” My hand tapped the leg cinched around my throat, my mouth guard nearly choking me as I struggled.

The grip loosened and I rolled backward over my head, fist punching the mat beneath me. The Dutch braids my hair was in was faltering, and I stared at the man in front of me.

“What the fuck am I doing wrong?!”

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re going to get this.” Ash, despite being covered in a thin layer of sweat, was smiling warm at me, trying to calm my frustration.

“We’ve been at this for twenty fucking minutes, dude! I keep getting locked the fuck up!” My hands gestured in front of me, my backside rested on my heels.

“You’ve only been doing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for three months. You’re still learning. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moved to stand. “You want to take a break?”

I stood as well, leaning down into my stance. “No. Let’s go again.”

Ash quirked a brow, defeated, and shook his head, bending down as well. Before I could reach for him, a voice echoed from behind me, disrupting my focus.

“You’re too tense. You need to shake off some of that rage you got there, doll.”

I snapped my head over, inadvertently whipping myself in the mouth with the end of my braid.

Noah stood, tall and sweaty, leaning against one of the heavy punching bags lining the back wall of the room. A towel was draped over his left shoulder, his water bottle in his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“If I wanted your opinion, dick, I would’ve asked for it.”

He threw his hands up defensively. “Just trying to help.”

Scoffing, I turned back around to ready myself. “Sure. I believe that.”

If there was anyone in this gym that I considered a nemesis, it was Noah ‘Dickwad’ Sebastian. I couldn’t fucking stand him. He was arrogant, unbearably fucking tall, and insanely fucking irritating.

We met for the first time when I joined the gym three months ago. He had been training here only six months longer than I, and from the beginning, he was constantly poking a fucking stick at me. It didn’t make sense, and I didn’t fucking care.

I learned through whispers in the gym that he was in a band, so when I googled him and learned what he did for a living, I wasn’t impressed in the slightest.

So what if he could sing? Didn’t make him any less intolerable. He wouldn’t sing too well if I stuck my foot down his throat, anyway.

Had I added a few of his songs to my workout playlist? Maybe. That's beside the point.

Ash wrapped me up in the arm bar yet again, my wrist screaming at me to tap out before it snapped in two. My fingers tapped his leg, and he released me.

“Alright Fireball, that’s enough for one day.” He stood, walking over to his corner where he kept his bag and water.

I noticed Noah had left, so I relaxed, straightening my shirt and making my way over to my own bag next to Ash.

“What am I doing wrong, dude? Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Honestly? You’re just off right now. Did something happen today?”

Rolling my eyes, I sprayed water into my mouth. “My bitch of a mother called me this morning.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That angered you?” His question was sincere. I didn’t share a lot about my personal life with my gym mates.

“It did.” Was all I gave before I slung my bag over my shoulder and slipped my slides on.

He nodded in approval. “Trying to train angry never works. It makes you unfocused. That’s why we do breathing exercises beforehand.” He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Try to let it go. We’ll work on it more tomorrow.”

His words calmed my fried nerves ever so slightly, and I grinned at him.

“Thanks Ash. I’ll see you then.”

-

Life really fucking blows sometimes. The last week had been a shit show and a half, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t been back to the gym because work had kept me busy, then I got rear-ended, totaling my ‘98 Corolla, and had been dodging calls from my Mom every hour like clockwork.

Needless to say, when I stepped foot into the gym, the smell of perspiration and mat cleaner was like a breath of fresh air.

My eyes searched, noticing an unfamiliar class going. I spotted Ash, whose eyes flashed over to me before he halted his spar, and jogged over.

“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you in over a week.”

I nodded. “Rough few days, but I’m good now.”

He smiled, but a look of concern crossed his face.

“Gosh, Y/N, I’m sorry, but we’re not running regular classes this week. There’s a tournament on the weekend, we’ve got to train our competitors.”

My mood fell, my shoulders going with it. I needed the relief. I needed to train.

Ash saw my eyes, and a sympathetic look crossed his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”

I shook my head, waving a hand. “No, no. That’s okay. I totally understand.”

He chewed the inside of his lip, peering around the room. A sly smile perked up on his lips.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, which I did, kicking my sandals off before entering the mat, giving a quick bow.

When we rounded the corner into the back of the gym, my feet halted just before the line of bags. Only one person was there, gloves and shin guards on, practicing his combinations.

Oh hell no.

“Y/N, why don’t you spar with Noah?”

My jaw dropped as he stopped mid-hook, pulling an earbud out. “What’s up?”

His chestnut brown hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were widened slightly. I suddenly felt very exposed, only in a sports bra and fitness leggings.

“Would you be willing to spar with Y/N?”

Noah’s eyes made a show of looking me up and down, a devious grin creeping over his face.

“Oh, of course.”

I snorted, looking at Ash. “Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “You’re my only two not competing. It gives you a way to train.”

Holding up a hand toward Noah, my voice raised several octaves. “How am I supposed to spar with him?! He’s a fucking tree!” I motioned to my own height. “I’m only five fucking three!”

Ash’s eyes narrowed at me, clearly not amused with my tantrum.

“Listen, this is the only solution I have for you this week. If you don’t want to, totally fine.” He interlocked his fingers. “But I think it would be good for you.” He glanced between us. “Both of you.”

And just like that, he left.

Noah stared at me now, waiting for my decision. I just shook my head and snarled. “Fuck this.”

Turning to leave, I heard his voice call after me. “Yeah, figured you’d be too scared.”

I froze mid-step, craning my neck to look back at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. I’m intimidating.” He was unhooking his shin guards, tossing them to the side.

“Are you, now?” I turned back around, arms crossing over my chest.

His gloves went next, falling next to his bag. “Obviously.”

“You’re way out of my weight class, Noah.”

He smirked. “Calling me fat?”

I rolled my eyes. What a fucking douche.

“You have an unfair advantage with your long noodle limbs.”

He sucked his teeth, taking a short drink of water. “Having fun insulting me today, huh?”

“Doesn’t change the circumstance.”

“You joined martial arts for self defense, right?”

I jutted my hip out. “So?”

He set down his bottle, running long tattooed fingers through his damp hair.

“So, you think every attacker is going to be the same size and weight as you?”

This gave me pause. He had a point.

I let my bag fall casually off my shoulder, holding my arms up in defeat.

“Fine.” I stepped forward to the middle of the mat. “You want to spar? Let’s do it.”

His eyes sparkled, which made my breath catch for a second, as he walked over to me.

His long form bowed forward as I did, before we bent down in our stance.

It was as I expected; infuriating.

His arms could nearly wrap me around twice. His legs were surprisingly strong, his thighs much more muscular than I had originally anticipated. I kept having to tap, which was making me angrier with each match.

“This is bullshit!”

He hopped on the mat, keeping his blood flowing. “You’re overthinking it. Going rigid.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Fuck that. I’m just too fucking small for this.”

He shook his head, eyes locked on my face. “You’re not. You need to let go. Quit thinking about it so hard.”

We restarted, and I let his words soak in. Feeling my heart beating, my lungs breathing, I let my body instinctively take over. Noah’s thighs wrapped around my waist, but I managed to wrap and arm between them, breaking his grip. Before I could celebrate my victory, he wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me in a reverse choke.

I had to stop and think. Lifting my arm, I found his neck, and locked in tight, causing him to double over, and his arm to slip.

I flipped away from him and stood back up, hands out and waiting. He grabbed me, but I was faster, sprawling low and taking out his right leg before wrapping his ankle in a crushing grip.

I felt his fingers tap my leg three times, and released him, squealing in excitement.

Jumping to my feet, I clapped my hands together, smiling wildly.

“I fucking did it!”

He laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily, and gave me a weak thumbs up. I stood over him, bent at the waist, and smiled as sugary as possible.

“You okay Daddy Long Legs?”

He lowered his eyebrows and licked his lips. “I like when you call me Daddy.”

Snickering, I stood up, reaching a hand out for him to use to stand up. Once on his feet, he padded over to his water bottle.

It had already been an hour, when I had the sense to check the time.

“Damn, I’ve got to get home. The cat needs to be fed.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Same time tomorrow?”

I smirked, shouldering my bag. “If you’re not too scared.”3

-

After three training sessions with Noah, I could feel my perspective of him begin to change ever so subtly. Sure, he was still a perverted douche, but he was also a really dedicated sparring partner. He was always on time, he was interested in my progress, and gave some pretty honest feedback about my technique.

Did I hate seeing him every day? No. Not exactly. I didn’t want to go as far as to say I enjoyed his company, but maybe I wore my nicer sports bras to the gym? Maybe my braids were pulled a little tighter because he was rough with them? Maybe I wore a light mist of body spray before I got there?

Maybe.

So, to my disappointment, come Wednesday, our fourth day training together, he wasn’t already there when I walked in. My face fell when I rounded the corner, expecting to catch him warming up on the bag. I had come to look forward to our banter back and forth prior to training. I also looked forward to watching him hit the bag, but I knew that was just because of his form. It was…exceptional.

Considering he could be stuck in traffic, or had a prior engagement, I decided to start warming up without him.

I made quick work of wrapping my hands and slipping my gloves on before starting my music and assaulting the bag in front of me. I let my mind wander while I pushed each combination out, using my emotions to channel the force.

Before I realized, I had listened to nearly half of my workout playlist, and there was still no sign of him. My head glanced around, and a deep feeling settled on my chest.

As much as I didn’t like the guy, it would’ve been nice for him to mention he wasn’t coming today. When I saw him yesterday, he didn’t say anything about skipping today. I couldn’t ask him myself. I didn’t know his number or any way to reach him.

Deciding it wasn’t worth the irritation, I stepped back from my bag, and began removing my gloves, tucking them back into my bag. As I did so, a flash flew by my peripheral vision, and I stood straight, noticing him.

Noah had walked - no, stomped on to the mat, flung his bag down, earbuds already in and blasting loudly in his ears, and hastily grabbed his gloves out, slipping them on.

I just stood, staring at him, leaning against my respective bag. He paid me no attention, not even glancing in my direction. Something had him pissed. His face had turned a harsh shade of crimson, only darkening as he went at the bag, his voice letting out sharp exclamations every so often.

Carefully, I took three steps closer, touching the bag next to him, eyes searching all over for a sign of what made him so angry. What had happened? Noah was one of the coolest cucumbers I had met in a long time, never bothered by seemingly anything.

Who had hurt him?

Deciding to chance it, knowing he couldn’t hear me, I let my fingers lightly touch the bag he punched during one of his ten second breaks.

For the first time, his eyes looked at me, and were almost black with the rage they held. It made me startle, my eyes widening.

“Noah?”

He rubbed at his ear with his glove, making one earbud fall out. “Not today, Y/N.”

His words didn’t leave room for pressure or questions.

Unfortunately for him, I’m not one to heed a warning.

Narrowing my eyes, I took a step forward as he raised his gloves again, standing between him and the bag still swaying.

His shoulders tensed, and he lowered his gloves, glaring at me.

“Move.”

I crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow.

“Or what?”

“Or I will move you.”

Pursing my lips, I contemplated this. He could, if he wanted to.

“No.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking.” His voice was deadly.

“I’m not moving. Not until you talk to me.”

He furrowed his brow, incredulous. “About what?”

“What has you so upset?”

He bared his teeth, irritation rising. “Since when do we talk? You don’t even like me.”

Uncrossing my arms and opening myself a bit to show I wasn’t trying to be a complete pain in the ass, I shrugged. “I don’t dislike you.”

He scoffed, slipping his gloves off. “Since fucking when?”

“Since you turned out to be more tolerable than I originally thought.”

He shook his head, taking a long gulp from his bottle. “Thanks, doll. Appreciate that.”

Still raging, but slightly more approachable, I took a step toward where he stood at his gym bag.

“C’mon Noah. Maybe sparring will make you feel better?”

He waved at me, disregarding me. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Because…?” I leaned closer to where he was bent over the bag, unwrapping his hands.

“I don’t want to talk about it, alright?”

Standing up straight, I adjusted my sports bra, which I noticed his eyes caught.

“Then grapple with me.” My solution was simple.

After a moment of careful consideration, he eventually stood back up, staring as I made my way to the middle of the mat.

We bowed, and he leaned down, hands up. “I’m not holding back today.”

I smirked. “Please don’t. I want it all, baby boy.”

This triggered him, his hips dropping to the mat in a hard sprawl, arms wrapping up my waist, dropping me like a hot rock on my back. The air rushed from my lungs before I could prevent the grip he held on my torso. His arms squeezed me in a hard choke, but I wasn’t tapping today.

I managed to get a hand under his left thigh, bending it back at a long angle, making his grip falter just enough to get turned around in his arms. My head slipped loose, but he was back on me. Impossibly strong hands gripped my left thigh, flipping me onto my back. My legs instinctively wrapped around his midsection while he tried to get a grasp on my forearm, to which I squirmed, putting pressure on his rib cage with my legs.

A heavy, deep growl escaped his throat, which made my thighs involuntarily twitch around him. I don’t think he noticed. He was angry, fighting something other than myself at this moment.

His arms came up under mine, and he lifted me off of the ground, and dropped me back into my ass hard, popping my legs open.

My limbs sprawled out on the mat, my breath coming heavily, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He kneeled over me, hair hanging off of his face in sweat-soaked tendrils, threatening to touch my forehead.

We sat there while I watched the darkness in his eyes dissolve, his breathing getting more and more even. The scowl on his face softened for a moment, and I couldn’t help when my hands reached up to grip his sides, squeezing in a hard grasp.

Noah was hurting. I didn’t know why. Something or someone had hurt him. And here, in this moment, I had him.

We knew so little of each other. Only having spent time in this safe haven together, we had bonded over the last few days, and I knew I was the only person who could relax the fire raging behind his chest right now.

“Noah?” I whispered into the space between us, fighting the urge to touch his face.

“Thanks.”

I quirked a brow. “For what?”

“Being here.”

Smiling, I pressed my fingers harder into his sides. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. You don’t even know it, but you did.”

I did know, but hearing him say it gave me a small flutter in my chest.

“Anytime.”

I tapped my code into my phone, and opened the Uber app. Zipping my sweater against the cool spring air, I began the process of searching for a driver to take me home.

“Hey.” I turned to see him walking out behind me. “Headed home?”

I nodded. “Yeah, just got to wait for a driver.” I waved my phone for show.

“You have to call an Uber? Where’s your car?”

Shrugging, I looked back down at the app that stated it was still looking for a driver.

“Got totaled last week.”

He walked over to me. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No big deal.”

His eyes bounced between me, and the parking lot where his shiny black Navigator sat under the moonlight.

“Want a ride?”

I shook my head. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can get an Uber.”

He smiled, all sense of his earlier anger wiped clean. “I promise I’m cheaper.” His keys twirled around his long fingers.

I smirked, and closed my app. “Alright.”

The drive to my house wasn’t long, but before we even made it out of the parking lot, he looked over to me. “Hungry?”

I was leaned back, sending my mother a text. “Uh,” I locked my phone. “I mean, I never eat heavy after a workout.”

He nodded. “Same. But there’s a Yogurtland up the street?”

My lips pinched together. “What’s that?”

He turned out of the parking lot, but still managed to stare at me. “Frozen yogurt?”

I just threw my hands up. “Never had it.”

The look he gave me was as if I was insane. “You’ve never had frozen yogurt?”

“Isn’t it essentially just ice cream?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s better.”

“Pfft. I doubt that.”

He turned into the parking lot of the yogurt place, and enthusiastically jumped out of the truck. In the few minutes it took for us to get there, I had been working my Dutch braids out, letting my dark hair loose, waves set in from the style. Letting myself out of the truck, I stopped short when I noticed him standing in front of the store, staring at me.

“What?”

He had the smallest, most amused smile tugging at his lips. “Your hair.”

I walked toward him. “What? Is it all fucked up?” I started tousling it, pulling at the tangles.

“No. It looks nice. I’ve never seen it down.”

I thought about it. I always kept my braids in at the gym. I wasn’t trying to have it ripped from my scalp.

“Oh.” A hot blush crept up my neck. “Thanks.”

I slipped in the door past him toward the counter. He proceeded to spend five whole minutes explaining flavors, toppings, mixes, and syrups to add.

After I finally elected for a simple vanilla with raspberries on top, and he went with chocolate with Oreo pieces, we found a small table and sat down.

He watched intently as I tried it, waiting for a reaction. I was pleasantly surprised.

“So?” I glanced up at him. “What do you think?”

Swallowing my spoonful, I nodded. “I’m impressed. Still like ice cream better.”

He rolled his eyes digging into his own cup.

“So,” I started, mixing my raspberries in. “you think you’re ready to talk about it?”

He stopped, his spoon halfway to his mouth, and eyed me curiously. “Why do you want to know?”

My yogurt was already starting to melt. “I’m just wondering. You were pretty upset tonight.”

He just nodded, looking into his cup, pushing the Oreos around. “I was.”

“You don’t actually have to tell me. I just know from experience that it usually helps.”

“Does it?” He still wasn’t looking at me.

“It can. Especially with someone who doesn’t know about it.”

I watched as his throat moved when he swallowed. “I’ve got a friend…” He stopped. “Had a friend. He passed away a couple years ago.”

I just sat, watching him, giving him space.

“We released a song with his band. It was a tribute sort of thing.” Dropping his cup, he leaned back. “Anyway, it came out about a week ago.”

He had stopped speaking, fingernail picking at the cuticle on his thumb.

“And it made you upset?”

“It hurt.” The sound of his voice was a soft echo, the words catching behind his tonsils.

The overwhelming temptation to stand up and wrap my arms around him gnawed at me as I watched his eyes well up, his face twisting to try and push them back down.

Instead, I settled on reaching a hand across the table, slipping my fingers around his wrist.

His eyes gazed up at me, and he gave me the most heartbreaking smile.

“I’ll be alright. It was just a gut punch, you know?”

Grazing a thumb over his tattoos, I stared at him deeply, attempting to convey my condolences.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Noah.”

A sniffle cleared the air, and he lifted a hand to make quick work of wiping his eyes.

“Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

-

After yogurt, I made it a point to make sure Noah had my cell number in case he ever needed to talk. I almost regretted it, as he had been sending me memes nearly since we parted ways last night.

When I stepped into the gym, the energy was fervent. Fighters rolling around the mats in all directions, preparing for the approaching competition.

I made my way to the back, now quickly becoming a normal routine, and hid my excitement when I was met with chocolate brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile.

Noah was sitting on the mat, stretching his long limbs, so I quickly set my bag down and joined him. Each time I would change positions, a finger would come up to poke me in the side, making me almost fall.

“Knock it off!” I swatted at his hand, an involuntary giggle escaping.

“Just making sure you’re loosened up! I’m not taking it easy on you!”

I shook my head, standing back up straight. “Is that what yesterday was? Because I think my tailbone is bruised now.”

He cackled. “You want me to rub it for you?” He threw a wink at me, and I felt my insides spasm.

“Not necessary. Just remember, I’m a lady.”

He scoffed loud. “Yeah, and I’m an acrobat.”

My jaw dropped. “Oh, you’re in for it Sebastian.”

We had been grappling for longer than normal, each round both of us wanting more. We would laugh when we made the other tap out, mocking each other playfully, forcing the other to be even more savage during the next match. Our bodies were both broken out in a heavy sweat, slipping over each other and leaving a wet sheen on the mat.

"Motherfucker!" I squealed when he pulled me up in another arm bar while I kicked my legs up, trying to hook onto him anywhere I possibly could.

"C'mon doll, tap out."

I snarled at him, trying not to jostle my arm too much. My hips fought for leverage, but his legs over my stomach made it impossible to lift myself.

"You're not getting out of this, Y/N. Tap out."

"Fuck you!"

He chuckled. "If you insist."

Fucking perv.

After another two minutes of struggling, I finally huffed and tapped his shin. He released me instantly, popping up on his feet.

"Sorry, doll. We need to work on that one." He sprayed water in his mouth and I glared at him from where I sat on the mat.

"Quit calling me doll."

He smirked, walking over to hand me my own water. "Why? You know you like it."

I snorted. "No, I fucking don't."

"You do."

Rolling my eyes, I kicked at his legs. He just laughed at me.

Plopping down on the mat next to me, he bumped my shoulder. "You're improving a lot, you know."

I smiled. "Thanks. I feel like I am."

"The arm bar is the worst. I can barely get out of them myself."

Leaning back on my hands, I stretched. "Ugh, I should get home."

Rising up on my feet, I made my way over to my bag.

"Oh."

This made me turn around. Did he sound...sad?

"What?" I asked him while wiping my forehead with a towel.

"I was just having fun." He stood, walking to his bag and mirroring my actions.

This made me smile. "Same time tomorrow?"

He pulled his lips to the side, thinking about something he wasn't saying out loud. I ignored it, now wiping the sweat from the back of my neck.

"I mean, or we could," He hesitated, grinning and looking nervous. "hang out?"

I dropped my towel back in my bag. "Hang out?"

"Yeah, like last night."

"You want to get yogurt again?"

He shouldered his bag, and I did the same. We walked toward the edge of the mat, bowing out.

"We don't have to. Could get pizza?"

"Mm, I don't eat heavy after a workout."

He nodded. "Right." We made our way out of the gym. "We could...go to my place?"

My eyebrows shot up, surprised. "Your place?"

His eyes popped open wide, just now realizing what he had suggested, and how it sounded.

"I just mean to hang out! We could like, order food and play video games or something?" His words came out rushed, nearly stumbling over one another.

I smirked, pulling my hoodie over my head to protect from the chill. "I'm a sweaty mess."

"So am I." Noah took a step into my space, eyes looking down at me. "Doesn't bother me."

Ending up at Noah Sebastian's house was not on the agenda for today. Somehow, however, I stood in his living room, eyes darting around, hand firmly grasping my gym bag.

"You want something to drink?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. "Uh, sure."

My feet followed him while he listed off the options. "I've got water, Gatorade, green tea, and Dr. Pepper."

Opting for water, he reached into the fridge and tossed it at me, grabbing one for himself and motioning for me to follow after him. He lead me up a tall, wrapping staircase down the hall to a bedroom at the end. The room was obsessively clean, making me feel wrong just stepping foot inside.

"This is it. It's not much." He ran a hand through his hair, spreading his arm out toward the room.

His words were comical, given the room was massive. A large, king sized bed the centerpiece. A rolling trunk sat on the floor at the edge, and his comforter and pillows were black. Tucked into the corner was a computer desk with a double monitor gaming setup perched on top. There was a loveseat futon sat on the side of the room with a small table sitting in front. Various anime figures adorned the surface of the table, and LED strip lights hung along the perimeter of the room.

"I didn't, uh," His face was turned up in a grin. "really think about what we would do once we got here."

Taking a careful step into the room, I smiled back at him. "Food?"

His eyes widened, and he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Right! What do you feel like?"

Attempting to ease the awkward tension, I walked over to the couch and sat down. "I'm pretty simple. Anything works."

He was scrolling, looking at his screen. "Sandwiches?"

I leaned back on the couch, nodding. "Sure."

After about an hour, we had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of him sitting in his computer chair, and me on the couch, while he chatted between bites of his sub.

"We've only been back from tour for like, two weeks?" He set his sandwich down, wiping his face with a napkin. "We haven't made plans for any more shows yet. We need to take some time to prepare the re-release of the album."

I was chewing my food, being wildly careful not to drop anything on the couch. "Have you decided when it will be released?"

He shook his head. "It's more up to the label, but it's not ready yet anyway."

"The last album was good."

His eyes became almost glittery, hearing what I said. "You've heard it?"

"I listened to it once or twice." I smirked, trying to hide my face with my sandwich.

"Just the last album?" He had me. He knew I was bluffing.

"Well, I pulled you up on iTunes when I realized you were a musician."

His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip. "Which is your favorite song?"

Without thinking, I spoke. "Dethrone."

The shit-eating grin that crawled over his face had me giggling nervously.

"I like working out to it."

He stood, crumpling the paper from his sandwich and tossed it in the garbage. He flopped down next to me on the couch, only inches between us. I set the half of my sandwich on the paper laid out on the table.

"Well, I'm glad you like our music." He was balancing his head on his palm, triumphant smile on his face.

"Are we just going to talk about you the whole night?"

"Oh, you want to talk about you? We can do that."

I leaned back. "Like?"

"Favorite movie."

"The Crow."

He quirked a brow, but didn't question further.

"Favorite TV show?"

"Buffy The Vampire Slayer."

He laughed at that. "Seriously?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't hate on Buffy."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it's a classic." He tapped a finger on his chin. "Favorite place?"

"Place, as in...location?"

"Or whatever it means to you."

I had to think about this one. "My room."

"Really?"

I just nodded. "It's mine. I have it set up exactly how I like it. My roommate is mostly who decorated the rest of the apartment. It's nice, but my room? My room is all me."

Tightening his lips, he gave a look of approval.

"Fair enough." He took a moment to think. "Favorite food?"

"Ah," I stretched my arms out. "Probably Japanese."

He smiled. "Yeah? Same."

He took a while to think over his next question, really working on it.

"Favorite anime?"

Uh-oh, he caught me.

"Oof." I averted his gaze. "I actually don't really watch anime."

I expected a more energetic response, but instead he just said, "No? Why not?"

I shrugged. "Could never get into it? I watched one all the way through, but I couldn't find another that interested me."

"Which one?"

"Tokyo Ghoul."

His eyes lit up. "That's my favorite." He reached over, grabbing a PlayStation controller off of the table and switching it on. When the device surged to life, the background showed an illustration of Ken Kaneki in his ghoul mask, red eye bleeding.

I smiled. "It's the only one that held my interest."

"You've never tried Attack on Titan?"

Shaking my head, I looked back at him. "Never heard of it."

"Want to give it a try? It's dark. You might like it."

"Sure."

He took a few moments to get the show prepared, and I took the opportunity to finish my sandwich, tossing the paper out.

"You want a blanket?" He turned the room light off, turning the LED's up to a warm white light, giving the environment a comfortable feel.

"I'm okay, for now."

He sat down, keeping at least half a foot of distance between us, and began playing the show.

I wanted to pay attention, I really did, but his hand was resting on the couch, fingers splayed out right next to my leg, and it was all I could think about. His eyes were trained on the TV, which made it harder not to stare at him. His features were so striking; eyes a deep brown, hair pushed back and hanging lazily, tattoos littering nearly every inch of his skin. I felt myself salivate while wondering where all he was tattooed, and if I would have the chance to see them.

In an attempt to distract myself, I began removing my braids, taking a second to shake my hair out before I ran a hand through it, trying to get comfortable. I tucked legs underneath myself, my shorts making me feel more exposed than I would've liked.

That's when I felt his eyes on me, covering every inch of me. His fingers were so subtly slipping closer to my thigh on the couch. I tried breathing, but keeping a steady pace was impossible when he was staring.

How far could we take this? How much did I want to allow?

I shifted casually, clearing my throat, and letting the skin of my leg brush his hand. I watched as his eyes shot down to the connection, not moving an inch. His fingers were cool against my warm skin. I leaned back on the couch, pressing my leg closer to him.

His hand slipped, then, up the side of my leg, coming to rest on the top of my thigh. I felt my lip twitch, so I leaned into his hand, pressing my skin into his palm.

When I finally dared to look over, he was staring directly at me, face unwavering, looking absolutely ravenous.

The tension struck me, ripping a cord inside my chest. I wasn't going to sit like this forever.

I leaned forward, taking hold of his shoulder, and pulled my face impossibly close to his. His eyes roamed over me, contemplating his next move. The hand he had on my leg was now wrapped around my back, holding me in place as I stared at him, waiting.

I counted six calculated breaths before he finally leaned in, pressing his lips to mine, and I took my time inhaling his scent. He smelled like the woods; earthy and pine mixed with salt.

The hand he had holding my back pulled, pressing me closer to him. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide across my teeth, licking into my lips. A low moan escaped me, and it was like a switch had flipped.

His mouth was hungrily attacking mine, using the same energy he typically exhausted back in the gym. His arms flipped me back, landing me on the cushions, and pressed himself against me.

I hooked my left leg on his hip, using steady pressure to keep his waist pushed flush to my body, my hips grinding against him.

Humming into my mouth, he pulled his face back, studying me for a moment. I laid, mouth open and breathing heavily, staring up at him.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?"

Rolling my eyes, I leaned my hips up, pressing against the hard bulge in his shorts. "You seem to think so."

He hissed, applying the same pressure back against me. "I have for a while now."

"Yeah?" I let one hand snake down between us, pressing against his cock over the fabric. "Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?"

A soft, whispering whimper left his lips. "I've got some ideas."

He crashed his lips back down, nipping and biting at my lips, and began making his way down my jaw. His teeth grazed my pulse point, licking a stripe up my windpipe.

"Well," I breathed out. "you going to act on those ideas? Or just lick me all day?"

His head snapped up, and the darkest, most mischievous grin graced his features, which made a chill run up my spine.

"So fucking glad you asked."

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 11. The Other One

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Warnings: Cursed words. I only read it once lol Word Count: 4667 words. Author's Note: We are so close to the end. I already want to get to the grand finale, but I can only write one chapter at the time. uwu Thanks for all the support so far!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

“Salmon or hake?” I wondered as I compared the two frozen fish. I was in the frozen section of the best supermarket in the city.  My exposed skin was cold by being exposed to the bed of ice and near the refrigerators full of snacks and fast foods. The nerves in my hands were beginning to tighten from holding the frozen packages for too long.

Ladies slowly dragging their carts through the white aisles, children crying to their mothers who already want to go home and the employees running from side to side behind me. The popular music framed my thoughts as I read the nutritional facts for each product, focusing on the grams of protein. Since I was in charge of cooking for Sukuna’s birthday, I had to choose the best products to make him the best dinner he ever had

Salmon has 20 grams of protein, 13 grams of fat and zero carbohydrates. In addition to its contribution of Omega-3, for high-performance athletes it is the ideal fish to eat, since it has a very good ratio of proteins and healthy fats. If I baked it in the oven, I was sure it would be delicious. The only problem? The famous mercury. Although, according to some studies, it is true that salmon is the fish that contains the least amount. Hake is usually its alternative, which has less fat, but the same or more amount of protein, also it digests better.

“Salmon has more potassium, selenium, and vitamin B12." A female voice interrupted my mental debate.

My eyes widened when I saw the beauty next to me. A thin and tall blonde woman. Her blonde hair was long and her bangs looked great on her. His thin eyebrows framed her big brown eyes. His tight-fitting black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants made her look phenomenal. It was like admiring a beautiful porcelain statue, you could easily get lost in the details of her person.

"Oh, thanks. Are you a nutritionist or something like that?” I asked curiously as I returned the hake to the bed of ice.

"I'm a jiu-jitsu coach. I never thought I would meet the Medusa Snake in a supermarket,” she joked.

I should have seen it before. Her physical build was magnificent for a jiu-jitsu fighter. Her arms were perfectly toned, and his long legs could knock down any rival with one kick. I started to envy her body.

"I was told you were Ryomen's coach, I see that you are… very close," she said as she looked directly at the bracelet that Sukuna had given me earlier this morning. That was strange.

"It is a complicated task, but I think that every day we understand each other more," I answered honestly.

"I wanted to be his coach, you know?” she told me as if nothing had happened.

Something in me set off a warning alarm. I could sense that this conversation had a double intention. Was she threatening my position? Did she know that I wouldn't be Sukuna's coach anytime soon? Was she just trying to have a nice conversation in the middle of the frozen section? She was a beautiful woman to admire, but I didn't like where this was going.

"Who are you?" I asked confused, completely breaking the flow of the conversation.

"My name is Yuki Tsukumo," she introduced herself with a smile. “This is the Yuki who sent the bracelet to Sukuna!” I thought, trying not to reflect surprise on my face, but I'm not sure if I did it. “I see he received my gift, it's a shame he didn't want to use it."

"Sukuna doesn't like receiving gifts, that's why he gave it to me,” I answered, my tone sounding more defensive than I intended.

"Thank goodness he didn't throw it in the trash," she said before taking the hake I left. "I hope he doesn't throw you away either." With that threat, she walked away, getting lost in the cereal aisle.

I just saw the beautiful woman swinging her hips away, like a poisonous viper with beautiful colored scales. I couldn't help but see the gold bracelet that rested delicately on my wrist. My gaze hyperfixed on the letters engraved on it, wondering what kind of relationship this strange woman had with Sukuna. I put the salmon in my basket and continued with my shopping in an attempt to forget the unusual conversation.

After paying for the salmon and the rest of the ingredients I would use for the special dinner, my phone started ringing. I arranged the plastic bags in one hand to get my phone out of my pants. It was Yuuji.

"Hello, Y/n!" His friendly voice sounded from the other side. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. I am only going to make Sukuna’s dinner for his birthday,” I answered as I walked back home.

"Cancel that. My parents just invited me and my brothers to dinner at the restaurant they just opened in the bay.” I stopped dead and sighed. “The salmon will have to wait until tomorrow.” "Do you have a pretty dress?" he wondered out of nowhere.

"Why you ask?". I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I asked my parents if you could come. When they found out you were Sukuna's friend, they said yes.”

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, even more confused. This couldn't be good.

"Because Choso is going, duh," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Because I was thinking about Sukuna 24/7, I had completely forgotten about Choso's existence. Yuuji still doesn't know that I like his other brother now. Plus, his parents will be there. Oh no, this can't be happening. This would be a disaster, I could sense it. Did I really have to go? My feelings churned in my chest the further I walked down the sidewalk. I stopped when I reached the crosswalk. The traffic light was red.

"I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Don't say that! It's the perfect opportunity for Choso to see you slay like the queen you are,” Yuuji lifted my spirits that I was dragging on the ground.

"Hang up the phone now!" I heard Gojo yell at him from a distance, Yuuji was still be in the gym, training with Sukuna.

"See you in the afternoon," he said goodbye before hanging up.

The light turned green, but I still couldn't cross. I stood frozen on the sidewalk, stunned by the unusual invitation. I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go because I really like hanging out with the boys, but I was afraid to find out what my true feelings were for Choso and Sukuna. Also, I raised Choso’s hopes up. What if I didn’t like him anymore because I liked Sukuna? Thai was a mess. 

The traffic light turned red again. Why was I questioning my feelings for Choso? It's true that I liked Sukuna, but I liked Choso the moment I saw him. Sukuna had been an acquired taste from the times we've slept together. The gifts and me living with him seemed to have no meaning to him. I was in a dangerous situation, and he just wanted to protect me, right? Everything was so confusing. Maybe if I was to go to dinner, I had to find out what my true feelings were.

The traffic light turned green again.

After picking my outfit, an everything shower and doing my makeup, I was ready. It had been a long time since the last time I dressed up like a fine lady for dinner. I always have to wear sporty clothes due to work. Putting on a cute pink dress and applying a small wing eyeliner made me feel like a pretty princess. I brushed my hair in front of my large bathroom mirror while my stomach churned nervously. Seeing myself so different from how I normally look was like seeing an old friend I hadn't seen in years. As I put the brush back in its place, I noticed that I still had Sukuna's bracelet on my wrist. 

“I don't think it's a good idea to wear it today,” I thought aloud before taking it off and putting it in a jewelry box.

I went down to the entrance at the time Sukuna and I had agreed to leave. My heels echoed with every step I took. I already wanted him to see me as “the queen” that I am, Yuuji's words. I went downstairs with every intention of surprising him, but I was the one who ended up surprised. He was already there, fixing his elegant suit in front of the mirror. I never thought I'd see a man like Sukuna, who always dresses in T-shirts and shorts, wearing a sharp black suit with an ivory turtleneck sweater. This was not the cranky man I coach, this was a millionaire man with a mobster vibe straight out of a romance novel written by a woman. From the shine on his shoes to his well-groomed hair, Sukuna looked like the jackpot. 

“You look... different,” he said as he analyzed my whole body. “Of course I look different! What kind of compliment is that?!” I thought annoyed. 

“You look different too.” I told him reluctantly. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asked. I just nodded excitedly before following him out the door. 

In the nighttime tapestry of the city, the bright lights painted a surreal panorama. The asphalt shone like an ebony river, reflecting the headlights of passing cars like wandering fireflies. The city had an air of mystery and adventure. Tokyo was a place where anything could happen, where dreams came true and nightmares lurked in the shadows. The steering wheel turned under my fingers like a rudder guiding a ship through a sea of ​​metal. The roar of the engine was a discordant symphony that echoed in the silence of the night.

“How did training with Gojo go?” I asked him to get a topic of conversation.

"Everything was going well until I had to train again with the useless rookies,” he muttered in annoyance, gripping the steering wheel firmly. "Have you thought about who your replacement will be?" He asked.

"I have a few candidates in mind,” I answered. "In fact, a coach approached me when I went to the market, but she didn't give me a good vibe.”

"Why?" he asked, curious.

"I think you already know each other."

"What's her name?”

"Yuki Tsukumo." Sukuna braked the car in its tracks, making us bounce in our seats. Thank God we had our seat belts on. If we hadn’t, I would have slammed into the glass. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed with my heart in my hand.

Sukuna didn't answer me. He squeezed the steering wheel, clearly annoyed, to park next to the curb. He took off his seatbelt to lean back on the steering wheel. Who was this Yuki Tsukumo that could make Sukuna act like this? An ex-partner? Impossible, Yuuji told me that he has never had a girlfriend. Someone he slept with in the past? I don't blame him, she's beautiful.

"You better not tell Choso or Yuuji that you ran into he," he told me after letting out a long sigh.

"Why not? Is there something I should know?” I asked him confused with the whole situation.

"She is Choso's ex-fiancée,” he answered before holding his forehead in concern.

"Oh…” I could not believe it.

Sukuna POV

I couldn't believe this blonde bitch had shown up again. Finally, when we had all left her in the past, she decided to come back for more. I clearly remembered the first time I saw that stupid girl smiling from cheek to cheek as if she were a pure soul. Choso looked so happy and proud to introduce her as his future wife. Poor asshole, he didn't know what he was getting into... and neither did I.

He still vividly remembered the night where everything turned into a shit show. The UFC had paid me the best suite in Las Vegas for my first championship fight. Sometimes I closed my eyes to return to that majestic place. Admiring the Strip, a glittering ribbon of casinos, hotels, and attractions that never sleeps, Paris's iconic Eiffel Tower twinkling with a thousand lights, and the High Roller Ferris wheel rising above the horizon like a giant lighthouse. I fucked a prostitute in the middle of the wide balcony, enjoying the panorama that stretched out in front of me.

"Sukuna!" The whore screamed my name desperately.

My hips didn't stop pounding into ramming her. Her tits were bouncing in my face and her legs were spread across the couch. I opened her ass to reach the deepest part of her being. He had paid a good amount for her, he was willing to destroy her physically and emotionally. I pulled her hair while my cock hit her cervix, her limit. I was so close to reaching the climax, ensuring my future victory... but some idiot had to ring the bell at that moment.

I was so close that I didn't care that the person would stay outside all night. I didn't care if it was Choso, Gojo, Yuuji or my parents. I was very busy. The idiot didn't seem to want to understand that I wasn't going to open it, so he kept insisting on the fucking doorbell. Ding-dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-fucking-Dong. The annoying sound made me lose concentration.

"Fuck!" I screamed before pulling my cock out of the whore. She sighed in annoyance, plopping down on the couch. "Hide in the closet or something, I'm not done with you." I told her before wrapping a towel around my hips.

"I'm going to charge you extra!" She yelled at me before following my instruction.

I straightened my towel before reluctantly opening the door. In front of me was the last person I thought I would meet. It was Yuki, Choso's guest. What the fuck was she doing here at midnight? Especially alone. From her pajamas and her slightly messy hair, I could tell she had escaped from the bed she shared with my younger brother.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her, annoyed. "It better be important."

"I want to talk about business, can I come in?" she asked me with her usual flirtatious smile.

"No. Just tell me what you have to say so you can leave me alone,” I answered. I could already feel my balls turning blue.

"Do you kiss your mother with that filthy?" she joked.

"I'm not in the mood, spit it out before I slam the door in your face," I blurted out. It was the last warning I was going to give her.

"I noticed that you don't have a trainer who specializes in jiu-jitsu. I know you don't accept women in your gym, but if you allow me to be part of your team, I can…".

I couldn't help but laugh in her face, cutting her off completely. Did she just interrupt my good luck ritual to offer herself as my trainer? I knew she was a jiu-jitsu trainer at a local gym, but I never thought she had the balls to ask me to recruit her. Couldn't she do this another day or in the morning? Why right here when Choso is surely sleeping peacefully thinking that she is by his side? Was this shit serious? There were so many questions about her behavior that I could only laugh.

"I don't see what's funny about it," Yuki said, crossing her arms.

"Then you have a terrible sense of humor," I answered. "Is that all you have to tell me?"

"I'm sure I'm a better fighter than you, I could kick your ass if I wanted to," she said annoyed.

"I want to see you try," I said. “She wouldn't dare,” I thought for sure.

Well, she dared. She attacked me by surprise with a kick to the abdomen. I lowered my arm, preventing it from connecting completely, but it did hit my side. I couldn't defend myself well while just having a towel on. One wrong move and I was already naked. I backed away out of inertia, allowing her to enter the suite. She jumped at me to continue hitting me.

"Bitch!" I screamed while covering my private parts.

"I'm going to show you that you need me on your team!" she shouted with a smile on his face.

"I don't want anyone else on my team!" I exclaimed.

How the hell did we get to this situation? I wasn't sure, but I had to do something about it. She pulled and punched me, trying to take me down like any jiu-jitsu fighter would do. She launched another kick at me, this time I evaded it in time, but she broke a lamp in the process. I was debating in my mind whether I should knock her out with one punch. I could not do it. Even though she was crazy, she was Choso's fiancée. My first option was to call one of my brothers or someone saner.

"Just think about it seriously, with my brain and your muscles I could make you a millionaire in less than you think," she told me excitedly.

So she was after the money. Which is normal… but that didn't explain why she was acting so secretive. Why didn't she tell Choso he wanted a job on the Team Black? There was something else she wasn't telling me. I entered the master bedroom as quickly as possible without exposing my cock to grab the phone, but she ended up cornering me against the closet before I could get to it. At the sudden knock, the prostitute screamed.

"Who is it?" Yuki asked me confused.

"I didn't know he had a wife!" The whore screamed opening the closet door. “Oh no,” I thought. "Please don't hit me!" The poor girl yelled as she fled the scene.

"Hey! We're not done yet!” I yelled.

And as if fate was mocking me, I dropped the towel. I was in the middle of a teenager's worst nightmare. Yuki shamelessly looked down, making this more awkward than it already was. By this point I was praying that this was a bad taste prank. I just wanted Yuuji or Gojo to come into the room with a camera in hand, mocking my reaction, but that never happened.

"Nice girl you hired," she laughed at me. And just when I thought this was only going to get worse, I heard the voice of my potential savior.

"Sukuna!" I heard Choso's voice from the door as he rang the doorbell as if his life depended on it.

"You worried your future husband," I told her before pushing her to let go, so I could put the towel back on.

"Hire me or I'll tell Choso I cheated on him with you," Yuki threatened me.

"What?!" I asked him, frowning at the tremendous bullshit she just said.

That's when it hit me. Yuki came to ask me for a job without Choso because she is only with him for convenience. She's only with him to blatantly get close to me. Since I don't accept women in the gym, this was his solution to get to me. I should have seen it before. I remember how at dinner with our parents he spent the time talking about jiu-jitsu and the UFC, sharing his extensive knowledge on the subject. Everyone was delighted with her, but she drove me crazy. 

"Are you that desperate for money?" I asked him, not believing what was happening.

"You don't have much time,” Yuki crossed her arms as the ringing continued.

"Sukuna!" Choso exclaimed again.

"I trust Choso, he is not stupid enough to fall for something like that."

End of Sukuna POV

"Choso was stupid enough to fall for that,” Sukuna blurted out after recounting the tragedy that happened that day. "He knew about my lucky ritual and to this day he still thinks I fucked his fiancée," he said as he looked towards the car in front of us.

I was just listening to him while Sign Of The Times by Harry Styles was playing on the radio. We were still parked so that Sukuna could tell me in great detail what had happened with Yuki and Choso. It was a hard story to believe. A woman interrupting his suite in the middle of his lucky ritual and then threatening to break off his relationship with his brother over a measly coaching job is not something you hear every day.

"I tried to explain to him several times what happened, but he never wanted to listen to me. Then he told Yuuji and since that idiot doesn't know how to shut up, everyone in the gym knows,” he explained. "It's an absurd story, I know, but…".

"I believe you," I told him before he could finish his sentence.

"You do?" he looked at me, confused.

"Why are you surprised? I believed you when you told me about your lucky ritual.” I said. "Is it a strange story? Yes, but we are a team. If you tell me the sky is pink, I believe you. If you tell me that pigs fly, I believe you. If you tell me that Yuki Tsukumo is a son of a bitch, I'll believe you.”

Sukuna smiled at my response. He looked relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I smiled back at his reaction. Sukuna always has been honest with me, I had no reason to doubt him. Even though I had little time left as his coach, I planned to continue by his side. I don't know if it was the sad story or my feelings towards him got in the way that made me take off my seat belt to reach him. He didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but whatever it was, he needed a hug.

My body felt light when he reciprocated the gesture. Our bodies melted in the warmth of the moment. His hands traveled down my back to press me closer to his broad chest. I would have liked to stop time to stay here all my life. Maybe Sukuna didn't like me back, but I knew I someone important to him, and I was happy with that.

The luxurious restaurant at the Grand Palace Hotel had an elegant atmosphere with high ceilings, panoramic windows and sparkling chandeliers. Sukuna and I made our way among the tables covered with white tablecloths and velvet chairs that invited guests to delight in an exquisite menu. In the distance, we saw his family. They were happy to see us, but they were also clearly disappointed for arriving 20 minutes late. Everyone looked elegant and sophisticated, especially Choso. He always looked good, but today he looked phenomenal in his gray suit and white shirt. He greeted me with a smile on his face as soon as we approached the table.

"You look beautiful,” he complimented me. My heart skipped a beat with happiness. “Are you watching, Sukuna? This is how you give a compliment,” I thought with blushing cheeks.

"I thought I raised you to always be on time," the mother scolded Sukuna.

According to Yuuji, Kaori Itadori was a highly sophisticated and strict mother. She has always focused on giving his children the best education so that they would grow up to be strong men and providers. An extremely traditional and Catholic woman. She sounded like the worst mother-in-law you could have.

"There was a lot of traffic," Sukuna answered reluctantly as we sat at the table.

Choso helped me, pulling my chair like a perfect gentleman. I was so nervous having him so close, since Yuuji gave me his seat, so I could sit next to him. My mind was at peace realizing that I still liked Choso a lot.

"At this time? The report says that the streets are quite clear,” his mother challenged him.

"Honey, it was only 20 minutes. You're going to scare his girlfriend away,” her husband, Jin Itadori, told her. He was like any dad, pretty chill and care free. 

"She is not my girlfriend. She's my coach,” Sukuna clarified, starting to get annoyed.

"But you live together," his mother said.

"You live together?" Choso asked me confused. “Oh no,” I thought. I had barely arrived, and I already wanted to go home. I had a feeling this woman was going to try to embarrass me in any way possible the rest of the evening.

"It is a long story," I said, trying to cut the tension.

"You see, Sukuna kicked his ex's ass. This ex almost raped her in the past, so Sukuna offered her to live with him so she would feel safe,” Yuuji explained the situation.

"Yuuji!" Sukuna and I scolded him.

"I'm just trying to help!" Yuuji defended himself.

I wanted to die. Yuuji just told the whole table my life trauma as if it were the plot of a movie he watched on Netflix. I hid in my hands from shame, praying that the earth would swallow me whole.

"I'll take a smoking break," Choso said before getting up from the table to retreat to the balcony.

"Is it necessary to ask those kinds of questions now?" Sukuna asked his mother, already annoyed.

"You know what I think about concubinage," His mother reproached him, disappointed.

"We're not a couple. We just work together.” Sukuna rolled his eyes.

"Besides, Y/n likes Choso, don’t you?" Yuuji asked me to make his mother stop bugging me with questions about my relationship with her son.

"I need fresh air," I excused myself to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I knew this was a bad idea from the start. I should have said no to Yuuji. I went out to the balcony to breathe deeply and admire the view of the city. I looked at Choso to explain what was happening. I found him smoking on the other side of the balcony, just as he had told us. He looked so elegant and mysterious in front of the pretty city lights. A beautiful contrast between brightness and darkness.

"Long time no see," I greeted him, approaching him.

"Does Sukuna treat you well?" He asked me, ignoring my greeting. It seemed like being straightforward ran in the family.

"I can not complain," I answered honestly. "Sometimes he's a jerk, but you already know that," I joked. He smiled with the cigarette between his lips.

"I know… very well," he said as he blew the smoke into the wind, being careful not to blow the smoke in my face.

"Does it bother you that I live with him?" I asked him worried.

"Of course not, I just didn't expect it," he answered. "Yuuji told me that you're going to quit soon, is that true?" I was happy to see that he was treating me as always.

"That's right, I'm very excited to return to the gym with my team," I explained with a smile.

Choso despite having some similarities with Sukuna, he was so kind in comparison. His voice was sweet, his touch was pleasant, and his words filled me with joy. My heart moved every time he spoke to me. In the end, I realized that I still liked him, and I was very happy that it was that way. He was my ideal man.

"Are you still thinking about calling me when you become the protector again?" He wondered with a thread of hope. My cheeks blushed redder as I listened. I had already forgotten what I had said to him that night at the bar.

"You know it," I answered him with a smile.

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this was a busy day for us cpfs. so i’m gonna compile some bits that made our cpn-senses go off! 😂

the most obvious, and my fave, because of how it follows the pattern is them not overlapping their releases. i thought gg was gonna release the gucci stuff at his usual 10:05 or 10:10 but he didn’t. that’s because wyb had jeanswest release on 10:30. i love how that was given it’s time till 13:00 when gg posted the ad. i’m clowning cause 13 is yizhan! and then 13:20 will be the weibo live for FPU, which was kinda delayed too when it went on. some more materials for GUCCI was released throughout the day but moreso on international platforms.

it’s hilarious cause i saw a hot take from an xz anti before who said he is “afraid” of doing stuff alongside wyb. that is their perception. lol. but i think even if you don’t believe in the whole cp thing, maybe it’s professional courtesy? maybe these two are friends and have this unspoken rule? 🤷🏻‍♀️

tho i was very happy to see them both pop up on my weibo opening screen! and to experience them having these international campaigns, for wyb, lacoste recently— makes me proud. 😌

a funny cpn from today is this parallel. in a segment at FPU, there was a moment where a fan said jiayou and wyb said cheering is not always necessary. It reminded us of that time xz was told to jiayou when he was about to go to the restroom and he’s like???? why do i have to jiayou???

oh these two. 😂😂😂

yibo is the resident gremlin who always has a smart ass reply or some savage comeback for you but xz usually doesn’t. but we know what he has that in him too and i wish we could see more of that!

bonus cuteness before we proceed, this edit of them looking like they are doing the choreo for jisoo’s flower 🌸 and they are BP fanboys so it fits!

now some double standards. in the movie channel interview, they were asked where they first met, and wyb couldn’t remember. compare this to how he was with xz! he was always very proactive that they met in ttxs!!!!

there was also a part where they were asked to give an example of what they wanna learn from each other. and if they communicated to learn. so HJY said street dance and WYB said jiu jitsu but they both weren’t able to learn from each other. in the meantime, wyb taught xz a dance routine 😂😂😂 among other things. i’m sure yibo will be more than happy to help someone out, but i think you have to be at a certain level of closeness to him. or he is really comfortable with you.

this last section is for the beaded bracelet. i think it’s time to discuss it again because this is the 3rd time he is seen with it. so this looks like something personal for him. tho i have to say, you have the coco crush which is both personal and part of him promoting chanel too. i’m invested in this cpn and at the same time frustrated because of the questions.

( p1: him wearing it for the fpu bazaar magazine shoot // p2: worn during the movie channel interview // p3: what so/os are saying is the bracelet not that it matters cause i can clown this too )

1. i hate how no wardrobe accounts have confirmed what it is. and i kinda understand cause we never see it fully, plus there is cpn attached to it so they are extra careful. which is also another source of my frustration. why does he wear it when he has long sleeves on??? he was wearing a shirt earlier and his arms were bare! but wait.. he changed his clothes and as soon as he had something to sort of cover it, the bracelet was on. 💀💀💀💀

it’s like he is purposely clowning us!

2. if this was a jewelry to show off and promote Chanel, why can’t we see it well? and i want to see the change in the beads’ color to confirm if it is what the solos say it is.

i’m also side eyeing international solos who are proudly commenting how wyb’s bracelet is luxury and not some cheap buddha beads like xz’s. what? it’s such an insult to a culture that is important to yibo. those bead bracelets made in specific temples for protection is part of his culture. he knows it’s importance and respects it. but what can i expect from solos really? lol. the bar is already very low when it comes to them but they still manage to disappoint me. 🪦

3. and if it is Chanel, i can still clown by thinking GG bought it for him so they can match. 😂😂😂 atleast with the aesthetic.

bonus: the bone necklace!!!!!

another bonus, i saw this photo of like a celebration i guess for queen of tears. and the cake! the way the actors are cutting it! lol. reminds of xz and wyb! 😂

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[iinryer]

i am genuinely curious about muay thai if you want to talk about it? if not disregard this message and i’ll go to google about it lol

[STARTING THIS WITH THE CAVEAT THAT I AM A BOXER AND NOT A MUAY THAI FIGHTER]

i love boxing. i love boxing and i love combat sports. there are SOOO many things to talk about, i will not be able to get into all of it but i can give yall some combat sport basics!

SO. I will try to be succinct, but sorry in advance:

—not even touching on weapon arts types, there are three primary fighting styles of combat sports: STRIKING, GRAPPLING, and HYBRID

things like boxing (my wheelhouse) are striking combat! you can get a little locked up sometimes but you can’t actually intentionally grapple your opponent, and the ref will split you up to reset if it gets too tangled up.

things like wrestling and bjj (brazilian jiu jitsu) are grappling combat! you’re trying to pin your opponent or put them into submission via cinching and grappling, sometimes throws and knock downs, but there’s no striking allowed

things like aikido and combat jiu jitsu are hybrids! they use a combination of striking AND grappling techniques to varying degrees. MMA is the main hybrid combat sport, but i don’t think of it as a “style” on its own, by virtue of it being a combination of tons of other ones haha

—the next element is: what parts of your body you’re allowed to use and what parts of your opponent’s body you’re allowed to target. grappling sports are going to be a lot more full-body compatible, while striking styles can vary! punches only vs punches and kicks etc.

so, for example: boxing is limited to punches only and localized to above the waist, head on. whereas bjj is essentially full body to full body

—the last part is whether or not the combat allows groundwork. is this going to be fully upright (boxing) or can the fight continue if someone ends up on the ground (bjj).

—OK SO: MUAY THAI

it is a HYBRID combat sport, so it utilizes both striking and grappling. (it would probably be considered primarily a striking combat sport BUT it is technically a hybrid. most of the grappling comes in from catching your opponents strikes and utilizing that hold against them, as opposed to like, wrestling lol. you’re wearing boxing gloves so you can’t like, grasp anything with your hands, it’s more like arm locks and holds)

it is UPRIGHT, so both fighters will be standing the entire fight, and there is no groundwork or floor-based grappling

it uses MIXED STRIKING, punches as well as strikes with the feet, shins, and knees. lots of blocking is done with the knees and shins actually, which i find very cool

it can look a lot like boxing until the kicks come in to play! hand wraps and gloves look the same, but fighters will go into the ring shoeless and with ankle supports. professional muay thai fights prohibit shoes and shirts. sparring would include shin pads and sometimes head gear, depending on the setting

you CAN strike your opponent pretty much anywhere but the groin, knock your opponent down by getting them off balance (leg sweeps and throws), kick or push them away from you

you CANNOT pick your opponent up to grapple or throw them, grab their clothes or hair, headbutt them, or tackle them

if you’re curious about how it looks, I recommend searching “muay thai sparring” on youtube, it’s more casual than actual fights and you can usually see the fighters moves a little more clearly since they’re not going 100% (and, for fic purposes, that’s more likely what you’re going to be angling towards)

ANYWAYS. that was a lot, i may have forgotten some things but i hope that made sense and was at all helpful and/or interesting lol.

[muramatsu-takehiko]

ビスカ ブラジリアン柔術 スウェットシャツ（2023） VISCA BRAZILLIAN JIU-JITSU sweat-shirt (2023)

[respectthepetty]

Twins' Character List

The Leads

Sprite

Jiu-jitsu competitor

Tense relationship with his father

Will take Zee's place on the volleyball team

Zee

Volleyball player

Tense relationship with everyone

Will be in a coma

First

Plays volleyball with Zee, who he hates

Will end up loving Sprite but will think it's Zee

The Supports

Thun

Sprite's friend from jiu-jitsu

Has a crush on Sam

The Parents

Dad

Coach of the jiu-jitsu team

Forced to take Sprite when the parents split

Mom

Her name is Rin, and she has played every BL boy's mom

Chose to take Zee when the parents split

The Team

Sam

Youngest member of the team

Most likely has a crush on Zee

Tom

Jokes around a lot

Friendly with Sam and roommates with him

Jack

Captain of the team

Consistently annoyed with Mike

Mike

Flirting his way into a relationship with Jack

Not good at receiving

Deddeaw

The spiritual one

Rooming with Ko(h)

The Subs

Ko(h)

Rooming with the Deddeaw

Losing his mind because of it

Tono

Tono is in the middle, looking up, like he is shocked he made it

Curly hair did not make the team *sad face*

Max, Kao, JJ

Max is up front, looking up sideways (also the tallest)

Kao is behind him in the middle with the normal blue-ish shirt

JJ is next to Kao in the blue jacket with his hands together

There they are holding First back, so they truly are being supportive characters!

The Ladies

Salmon

Team manager

Zee likely has a crush on her

Mina (?)

Standing next to Salmon

Possibly the assistant manager

May, Namkhing, Medploy

The fangirls

They represent Zee's NSU Volleyball fan page

Bonus:

The twins are shorter than First, and in this house, we appreciate short(er) menaces.

[gojocumdumpster]

Hiiii! Can I request our cute lil Cosmo teaching reader how to grapple/jiu jitsu moves? Then things get a bit steamy and one thing leads to another… (Some of the bjj positions HAVE SO MUCH SMUT POTENTIAL IM SORRY)

I don’t mind if reader is a total beginner or has some mma foundation, but if it’s okay w you, I prefer reader to be a gurlie. Thankssss~

I like where this is going ngl😭 send more request guysss

idk what grapple is so i’ll just do wrestling if that’s okay?

Type of story: 🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Sex,climax,sweat,tits and nipples,moans and groans

Today was the day, you signed up for a private trainer idk what they’re called to help teach you fighting skills. You hadn’t gotten into much fights after you graduated high school and college but it was time to learn how to actually fight, you were decent at punches but not good enough. Ring…Ding…Ding!!! you rolled your eyes as you heard the annoying sound of the alarm go off. “Fuck..what time is it?” you said whispering to yourself. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, took it off the charger and stoped the alarm. On your phone it said 9AM, “Finally I woke up on time.” you said hopping out bed, you headed to your bathroom and took your shower.

You brushed your teeth and did your daily skin routine..now it was time to figure out what you were going to wear. “Was I supposed to buy a kartate uniform?” you said walking back and forth. “Oh well.” you said grabbing your outfit. (leggings and an athletic crop top) You changed into your outfit and headed to the kitchen, “i’ll just take a protein bar..” you put it in your bag along with your iced water bottle, you grabbed your keys and headed out your apartment complex. You had arrived, he had his own personal training gym thingy it had a gym, cafe, swim area, and more. In the back was personal training rooms with either a personal trainer, groups, dous, trios, or just by yourself.

You walked in and headed to the reception center, “Hi! I had booked a personal trainer session for 10:00AM?” you said to the receptionist with your gym bag. “Yea, for cosmo?” they said typing your information in the computer, “Yes for cosmo I think that’s his name.” you said. “Okay he should be ready just walk all the way down and take a right and down those hallways you should see room B308 it’s the last one.” they said looking at you smiling. “Okay thanks!” you said making your way down, as you made your way down you saw lots of people training, i’m pretty sure there was lots of bodybuilders. You had walked down the hallway and saw B308, you took a big breath and walked in. There you saw a blonde muscular man stretching on a mat. “Well, hello there.” he said getting up to greet you. “Hello! You must be cosmo i’m guessing?” you said, “Yep that’s me!” he said shaking your hand.

After you guys talked for a while it was time to stretch before getting into the real deal, he helped you stretched but every once in a while he would run his hands down your body and squeezing the plush of your hips to “help you stretch”. After that he had asked you some questions “Have you ever wrestled before?” and other questions relating to that. Of course you said no but it wasn’t professional wrestling, “Okay! show me what ya got.” he said before getting into a wrestling stance. “Just pretend he’s your younger siblings you got this y/n just wrestle how you wrestle your siblings..” you said in your head. You took a deep breath before charging at him, before you could even exhale you were already on the ground.

You weren’t gonna give up that easily, so you tried to push him off of you since he was sitting on top of you, you tried to roll over but nothing was working. Eventually you just had to give in, he put both hands on the side of your head and hovered over you, slowly he lowered down until his nose touched yours. He then slowly went in to kiss you. You had some experience since this wasn’t your first time, he got off of you and began taking off his shirt. There you saw a body that you only saw in the magazines. “You like what you see?” he said smirking at you. “Mhm..” you said licking your lips. He had token your clothes off and you were left in your panties, he trailed his hands down your body as he played with your tits fondling with your nipples.

Whimpers we’re coming out of your mouth non-stop, you were just so desperate to get to the main part…”P-ple-please fu-fuck me” you said looking at him with dazed eyes. “Hmm? Speak up.” he said smirking at you. “Please fuck me!” tears were building up as you were getting anxious to get fucked, he slowly took off your panties revealing your soaked cunt. He folded you in half with your legs next to your head and he had also token his boxers off and he was trimmed, with a flushed pink tip. He rubbed against your lips before slowly sliding in, “Fuck..” he groaned before slowly thrusting at a steady pace.

The room was filled with moans and groans, he kept at a steady pace before he flipped you over and put you in doggystyle position there he thrusted at a face pace “Mmmh! F-fuck Co-cosmo!” you said panting as you couldn’t catch your breathe, “I’m close fuck.” he said panting as he put his head down as he felt himself coming close to a end and so we’re you, you felt a unfamiliar feeling normally you never felt this good when you came but this was different. “Fucking cum, cum, cum” he repeatedly said. “T-to much co-cosmo fuck! I’m coming!!” you said before letting out a loud moan, soon cosmo followed right after you. You guys were both a sweaty mess, “I guess you can call this wrestling?” cosmo said chucking at you.

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts

Today's prompt: hobby

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 8)

Summary: A rebuke turns into something Rosie had only dared to hope for.

Eight Years Old

Dad and Papa, well, to be fair, mostly Dad, had a stern talk with me in the aftermath of my performance in the school play where I told the tale of The Tipsy Burglar that occurred a half year earlier. I had kept it a secret from them, which I knew was a bit not good, but I thought they’d be pleased that I put Papa in the spotlight of that particular case, even if he was nowhere near London at the time. It turned out they weren’t.

“Your choice of title is…” Papa began.

“Sherlock,” Dad said in a tone that told both Papa and me that this was not the time for humour.

Dad cleared his throat and began his lecture, asking me to keep quiet until he was finished.

“We both appreciate that you love speaking about us and dramatize a little about Papa’s work.”

He sent a warning glare in Papa’s direction when he wanted to protest that it wasn’t just Papa’s work, but Dad’s too, when he wasn’t at his actual job as a doctor.

“What we don’t fancy, is your changed personality of late. You’ve become cocky, using Papa’s fame to your benefit, to become a more interesting person, and that is just not on. You should be proud of who you are. In the long run, you’ll end up with no audience or true friends if you continue down this road. It is you who matter, not who your family is, alright?”

Dad looked pointedly at me to see if I understood what he was trying to convey. I nodded.

“Good. We have a proposition for you. It has come up earlier as well, but back then we thought you were too young for this hobby, or…”

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer, because those last words could only mean one thing.

“You mean martial arts?” I asked hopefully.

A deep chuckle from Papa confirmed my deduction, and I threw myself into Dad’s arms.

“I promise I’ll be good, and I won’t be such a…”

“Alright, best not finish that sentence,” Dad said mock serious.

***

Both my fathers had experience in this area. Sort of, anyway. Papa from fencing, Dad from rugby and the combat training when he was in the army.

I was euphoric by the prospect, but still a bit irked after the rebuke, so when two options were suggested, I obviously chose a third one.

“Taekwondo or kickboxing?” Papa asked expectantly.

“Neither,” I said defiantly, but regretted my tone immediately when Dad spoke my name in thatvoice.

“Watson,” Papa prompted, his tone also a bit harsh.

“Sorry,” I said. “Jiu jitsu. Please, let me.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Dad said. “You’ll learn self-defence, respect and humbleness as well as self-esteem. Not sure you need more of the latter, though.”

That elicited another chuckle from Papa. Dad turned to him, cocking an eyebrow, but the mirth on his face ruined is effort to look disapproving.

***

A week later, my martial art career started. Papa had wanted to fully equip me with the correct clothes, mouthguard, gloves and shin guards, but Dad suggested that we postponed the shopping spree until we were certain what was required. The web site had said that I only needed to show up in whatever clothes I found comfortable, so I chose tights and a t-shirt in a breathing material.

When we arrived in the dojo, I learned to bow every time I entered and departed. A sign of respect for the room where the training was executed. 

“No socks,” the trainer told us when several of the children skidded around on the mats.

The trainer wore a crisp white costume, called a Gi, and her black belt had three golden stripes, her name, and Japanese signs embroidered on it.

“I am Sensei Ida. Inside this dojo, you’ll address me as Sensei. Understood?”

“Yes, Sensei,” we said in more or less unison.

When the session was over, we promised our Sensei, that we would keep it up until we attained the black belt. Only two of us were successful at keeping that promise.

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[violetmina]

Chokehold - Ch. 4

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6,252

Warning: Swearing, referenced SA, choking, hints of sexual content. Butcher is a living, breathing warning label.

A/N: Once again, it's probably longer than it should be. But I've fought with this chapter for too long, and I want to get this moving. When I decided to make this a series it was only going to be about three chapters. Now it's looking closer to...seven? Ten? Fifteen? I honestly don't know how deep I'm going to go. But there's lots more coming. As before, there is slight inference to SA, so please be aware of that. Enjoy.

With all of the bouncing back and forth you do between the FBSA and the Boys, it's not often you find a whole day off. So when one finally arrives, you've already committed to doing practically nothing. Maybe a little tidying up around your place but otherwise you're ready for a day of rest.

It's late morning when you drag yourself out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen for coffee. After starting the machine to brew, you head back to your bathroom for a quick shower. As the water begins to reach your ideal temperature, you muse over ways to pass the day. Part of you contemplates messaging Butcher and setting up a rolling session later that evening. Maybe it's the whole exercise-induced endorphin rush thing, but you think you might be getting addicted to the lessons.

Or maybe you're getting addicted to alone time with Butcher. As you strip down and step into the spray, it's something you seriously consider. Yes, jiu jitsu is fun in its own exhausting, bruising fashion. But you know how dangerous it would be to ignore how much you look forward to just being around him. Kimiko, Frenchie, MM, they all are endeared to you in their own way. And maybe it's that whole trauma-bonding in this line of work as well. But as demanding of a teacher Butcher is, there's an odd comfort in the mellow after hours with just the two of you in the office. You each know how to grate on the others nerves but it's often turned into playful banter. If you could put “Butcher" and “playful” in the same sentence. 

There's also that slight shift in your dynamic that you've noticed lately. Those little moments when you grasp a move, a concept, when you test the murky waters of his patience to ask him to expand on a technique for you. Or when for the first time you sink a counter and not even think about it, and he gets that look on his face. That look where his eyes crinkle at the corners and there's just that subtle hint of a smile, and if you're lucky he'll acknowledge that you've actually made progress. It looks uncannily like pride, and you'd be damned if it doesn't get to you.

Then of course, you couldn't forget that Butcher's been getting to your whispering sexual frustration. The dreams had remained consistent in their frequency, but at this point you quit being wary of them. To be honest, you've kind of come to like seeing what tantalizing scenarios lie in store for you when you drift off at night. As long as you don't linger too long on it during the day, and you damn sure don't dwell on it when you're around Butcher that is. It's almost…fun, if you don't wish too hard for the phantom whisker burn on your inner thighs to be real…

You shake your head and refocus on the shower. No, probably best not to set up a lesson. It's best to let him take the lead on that. You don't know what's on his plate anyway. It's not until you've dried and start shrugging into some shorts and an oversized t-shirt, forcing yourself to muse over your breakfast options, that you hear your phone buzz in the bedroom.

You snatch it off the bed and pad back into the kitchen. Feeling particularly lazy you settle for some frozen waffles and toss them into the toaster. When you finally check your cell the screen glares back three missed texts and two missed calls. All from Hughie.

Ignoring the slight pit in your stomach, you quickly fetch yourself a cup of coffee and read the first text.

Something came up. Need to talk in person. Are you home?

The toaster dings and you spare only the time needed to put them on a plate. You return to the second message. Please, Y/N. I know it's your day off but it's urgent.

You don't get the chance to read the third before there's knocking at your door. The pit in your stomach gets a little heavier and you creep to the peephole. Recognizing the lanky figure in your doorway, you undo all the locks with a slight sigh of relief and swing it open.

"Sorry, Hughie, I just started reading your-. Annie?" You're slightly startled to see her just a step behind him in street clothes. They share the same air of tension about them that their smiles don't quite brush away. You glance from her to him and ask, "What's going on?"

"Hey, Y/N. You remember those files you told me about a few days ago?"

You nod, remembering that you had finally confessed to him of the paperwork about a week after you realized they were gone. He had ribbed you about it then and you had shrugged it off with him. Now he stands in your doorway and you finally notice two files tucked under his arm. But only two. "I'm about to kiss my day off goodbye, aren't I?"

He responds with a nervous chuckle. Then, "Can we come in?"

 ^^^

"You're shitting me, right?" 

You stare at Hughie and Annie who sit on the loveseat opposite of you, the manilla folders gutted across your coffee table in front of you. Each of you have a cup of morning brew, coasters like islands in the sea of papers, but they've been abandoned in the last twenty minutes or so. You lean forward in your seat, tapping on the table. "You're telling me that Vought has made a temporary compound V?"

"If we read this right…Yeah. Yeah, they did," Hughie nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turn to Annie. "Is this verifiable? How many in the company know about this? Did you?"

She shakes her head adamantly. "Not me, not any in the Seven, I'm pretty sure of that. I can't swear anything on the stuff we have here, it's deliberately vague. But Stillwell was pulling all the stops to get us in the military. It would make sense that when that failed, the company would shift gears. If they can't take supes to the armed forces…"

"...Turn the armed forces into supes," you finish. "And if it's only temporary, there's no permanent competition with the Seven or anyone else on their roster."

"And don't forget the money," Hughie interjects with a scoff. "I mean, how much do you think they could fuck up Uncle Sam's budget? I mean if they charge per squad? Per soldier, per fucking dose?"

Your gaze skims back over the papers again. You shouldn't be surprised. It's Vought. But it still makes the twinge of a headache form in one of your temples. How the hell are you guys going to combat this? What if the FBSA and the Boys have to turn their aim from glorified celebrities to soldiers?

"Wait, Hughie," you blink. "How did this shit end up on my desk in the first place? How did they disappear and where did you even find them?"

"Ok, slow down, slow down. I've been thinking about that. I don't think these were supposed to end up on your desk. Somebody messed up. My guess is these were supposed to go to Neuman. Which is why I called Annie and I didn't dare talk about it over the phone."

"What do you mean?"

Hughie glanced at Annie before taking a deep breath. "Uh, well…I told Neuman about the files disappearing on you earlier this morning. She told me that she would keep an eye out and send them back to you as soon as they were found. And you said there were three files, right?" You nodded.

"Right after, I was gonna meet with Annie for lunch. The vending machine was outta almond joy's, you've already caught me in your stash. But Neuman sometimes has some at her desk for her kid. I just wanted to sneak a damn candy bar," he laughs. But his face quickly returns to a confused frown. "I found these in her desk. Just these. I didn't see another."

You hold up a hand. "Wait. Are you…are you saying Neuman is covering this up? Covering for Vought? Why?"

"We don't know for sure," Annie quickly answers. "But it doesn't make sense why she would lie about them still being missing, or why it's just these two. Y/N, do you know what is in that last file?"

"God no!," you scoff. "I didn't get a chance to look at any of them! I was swamped that day, they were supposed to be in my catch-up stack for later. If I had seen this…!"

"Which is why I think we need to keep this out of the FBSA," Hughie presses. "This information is too big to be hiding and not acting on. I don't know what Victoria's doing but…I don't trust her right now. I just don't."

A realization flits in your mind and you grab his arm. "Shit, Hughie! You gotta get these back to her desk! Before she finds out-!"

"I know, way ahead of you," he reassures you. "Annie and I thought of that. Neuman is busy this afternoon at another rally. We got at least another hour before she even starts back to the bureau. But we gotta use what we can from these files and find out more about this temporary crap, or whatever else Vought is cooking."

"We should take pictures," Annie suggests, digging out her phone. "I have a feeling we're not going to see these again after this."

"Wait!" You shoot out of your seat and head to one of the drawers in your kitchen. "Not with your phones. You've still got Vought breathing down your neck, and Hughie and I's personal phones could be put under surveillance by the FBSA at any time. Especially if Neuman gets suspicious."

You dig a plain jane cell out and wave it at them before dashing back. "Frenchie and Butcher told me to always keep a burner on hand. The camera's not great but it'll work."

After a few minutes of rifling through the files again, taking quick but precise shots, you turn to Hughie. "Alright. I've just sent those to your burner phone. Where do we start?"

"Annie, you mentioned that Vought probably has some undisclosed labs around the area, right? Maybe we can get some from the source, like we did with the original V? Only more discreet, if we're lucky."

Annie runs her fingers across the files with a look of concentration. "They can't keep everything at the tower… Ah ha! Here!" She stabs at a line of text. "It doesn't give an address per se. But! There's a couple names that keep popping up. One is a Frank Lazzell, one of Vought's senior biochemists. That other sheet looks like a list of prototypes he signed off, maybe? And I bet you the reason he's been stationed upstate for the last fourteen months -"

"There's a V lab there," Hughie finishes.

"The other," she continues, "is a James Walsh. I'm not sure why he's in this file though. He's one of our PR reps. But he is waaay down on the totem pole. Like a blip on the radar. I barely recognize the name."

"Something tells me Vought isn't running a PR charity on this one," you mutter. "Okay. So that's two leads. Point the way, Hughie. Where do you want me to go?"

Hughie stares blankly at you. "What…? What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? We got two leads. Do you want me to try to find Frank or -"

"Woah, wait, wait. Let's not get hasty," Hughie insists, holding up a hand.

"Oh c'mon," you huff, feeling another twinge in your temple. "You said you'd give me a chance to ease back into the field when you felt it would be less messy. This couldn't be more perfect!"

"Is that true?" Annie cocks an eyebrow at him. "You told me Y/N was still feeling skittish."

Now it's your brows that shoot up, but only for a second before turning a glare on him. "Yes, Hughie," you say in a voice as stiff and sweet as hardened honey. "I'd like to know that, too. Which one is it? Am I nervous or you?"

"I may have, uh, misspoke a little," he said, glancing nervously between the two of you. He finally settles on you and continues, "Look, let me just get some intel first. You know, be thorough. And then I'll talk to the others, maybe have MM check it out. Then I'll let you know if we can send you after one of these assholes. Okay?"

"If?" You narrow your eyes at him. Then sink back into the couch. The twinge becomes a dull throbbing. "You can't do that. You come over and drop this bombshell, dangle the proverbial carrot in front of me - and then tell me not to go for it? Hughie, the Boys are good but they can't guarantee anything on any operation. No one can. And how are you gonna get your thorough intel when we can't use any FBSA resources on this? We might as well -!"

"No!" You and Annie both jump at his outburst. He sighs before leaning across the table, quickly slipping the papers back into the folders. "I'm not doing it, Y/N. Not till I can be sure."

Annie gives him a reproachful look. "Hughie, if you promised her-"

"I did. And I'll keep it." He barely gives her a glance, his shoulders tensing under her withering look, the tight line of her mouth. He's up and off the couch, files back under his arm in a blink. "But I need you to sit this one out. Until I can be sure it's safe."

Then he's giving you a guilty look and heading for the door. Annie shakes her head, laying a hand on your shoulder. "I'll talk to him. See what's gotten into him. I'm really sorry, Y/N. Hang tight."

She flashes you an apologetic smile. And then she's hot on his heels and they leave you in abrupt silence in your apartment. After securing the door again, you grab the forgotten mugs from the table, shuffling to the kitchen where you dump and rinse theirs in the sink. You place yours in the microwave to reheat, finally taking a snapping bite of your untouched waffles.

The dull throbbing has quickly evolved into a headache, an annoying band across your forehead. Frustration makes your mind stew, boiling and scalding your thoughts. You glance at your phone, your personal one perched on the counter. It stares back at you as your coffee whirls round behind you. When the microwave beeps, you've snatched your phone and already begun typing a message.

"Sorry, Hughie," you whisper to the silence.

The day goes by coated in a layer of mild vexation. You do very little tidying up and instead spend the idle hours trying to distract yourself from your disappointment with your old friend. A little reading, a little mind-numbing scrolling on your phone but it doesn't squash the feeling completely. You've resorted to practicing mobility drills in your living room as you wait for dinner to finish in your oven, when there's a firm knock on your door.

You're up and bounding across the floor in a snap. You barely glance through the peephole before swinging open the door. Butcher leans against the frame, giving a salutary nod before sliding past you. "Evening, love. You making me dinner? Smells good in-"

"I know he talked to you." You say it calm but quickly as you close the door. You are in no mood to entertain idle prattle. You press on as he turns back to you in the entryway. "Probably MM, too. I don't know who else in the crew."

"Who? Hughie? Said there might be another job." He briefly glances you over and for a split second you feel you might flush, feeling just a little underdressed in your shorts. But ignore it as he drawls, "Funny thing that he'd call me on a burner. Just a little dodgy detail. And I'm betting you know why."

"There's a job that we need to keep under the bureau table. We got two leads so far. And if I know Hughie, he's probably going to give you the one furthest from Vought HQ as possible. He wants you to go upstate, doesn't he?"

Butcher tilts his head in a way that you know he's studying you. "He might have mentioned a little recon up north. But he didn't tell me about no second lead. And not about being under the table neither. Having troubles at the bureau, are we?"

"I'll tell you all about it," you nodded. "But…only if you take me with you on the operation."

Butcher gives a mischievous smirk. "I'm getting the distinct impression Hughie don't know I'm here, and what you're asking."

His smirk grows wider when you respond, "Hughie has his own secrets. I don't see why I can't have mine."

^^^

Perhaps it's the fact that Hughie is withholding information from him, or trying to work Butcher's own team under his nose. Either way, he doesn't argue too hard about you tagging along. In fact he's more than happy to direct you the next morning when you call in sick with "a real nasty stomach bug". You're sure Hughie will see through it for the lie that it is, and just as sure that he'll think you're upset and avoiding him. Which, as long as it gives you an alibi for the next couple of days, is just fine by you.

"What about the others?," you ask Butcher as he navigates the old Cadillac out of the city limits. "Should we worry about them?"

"Hughie told you he needed intel. MM and Frenchie -and you know Kimiko's stuck on his ass - are probably going through Walsh's dirty laundry as we speak," he answers as he switches lanes. "Finding out his schedule, his background, his contacts, how he likes his goddamn coffee. Which means they're most likely dealing with Vought sensitive information. And those two won't risk raising suspicions. They're gonna take their time."

"So they'll be busy," you nod. "What if they call though?"

"If Hughie didn't tell me about Walsh, you can bet your ass he's told them to keep me outta the loop. Strictly confidential," Butcher sneers. "And even if you weren't playing sick, he's probably told them to keep you in the same fucking loop." He gives you a conspiratorial smile. "Sticking us two stubborn asses on the outs. Didn't think that through very well, now did he?"

You can't help mirroring his smile and shake your head. "No, he did not."

Butcher returns his gaze to the road and waves his hand in your direction. "We got a couple hours or so, let's go over it again."

You pull out your burner and scroll through your pictures of the files. "Okay, so we know Frank is a scientist working for Vought. We don't have a location of the lab he's working in, but the company has a lease for him just outside of Saratoga Springs."

"Any addresses for a little house call?"

"No, unfortunately. Just an area code. Not even a property manager listed."

"That's alright," Butcher shrugs. "I did a little digging this morning before swinging by your place. Lazzell ain't exactly a common name. And there just so happens to be a few outstanding debts in the area under said name."

"Debts? How did you find that?"

"Saratoga Springs is known for horse racing, casinos and spas. And it tends to bring certain types, including the wealthy aaaand…"

"And gamblers," you finished. "I'm guessing Frank has a streak of bad luck."

"And it's about to get worse. Some of the places he owes have banned him till he pays up. Which means he's gonna find other places to scratch his itch. There's an area on the southern end he seems to be favoring. I've narrowed it down to three locations he hasn't pissed off yet."

"That's a start. But I've only got two days before Hughie and Neuman get suspicious. We can't just wait out at random, can we? Do we even know what he looks like?"

Butcher waves a finger with a smile. "That's where his luck gets worse." He pulls a folded piece of paper out of his coat and hands it to you. You open it to find a grainy but decent copy of a driver's license. The face staring back in bored fashion bears a resemblance to a gaunt pug, and you can't help a little snort.

Butcher tucks the paper back in his pocket with a snort himself before continuing. "He has only one place out of the three that he hasn't nearly maxed out his credit just yet. A little sports bar called Danny-Boy's. And if I were a betting man, I'd say he's gonna try all his luck there before moving to another part of town."

"I like those odds a lot better," you admit. "So, as of right now, the plan is to stake out Danny Boy's and find Frank. Then what?"

"One step at a time, love," Butcher quips. "Let's get up there first and we can iron out the rest."

He turns up the volume on the radio and fiddles with the knobs until he finds a station he seems to tolerate. You take the hint and settle into your seat, turning your attention to the scenery outside. As the minutes tick by, you become increasingly aware that you're fighting your mind from drifting to the previous night's dream. Before you can catch yourself, your eyes land on his hands on the steering wheel, and there's the image of those long, thick fingers making quick work of the button on your jeans, slipping deftly past your pantyline and -

You suck in a deep breath as you shut your eyes, quickly turning it into a yawn before Butcher can notice. When you open your eyes you plant them firmly out the passenger window. Two days alone with Butcher. And nobody knew… 

Maybe you hadn't thought this through as well as you should have.

^^^

The drive up wasn't as uncomfortable once you were able to let your mind wander over more mundane things. Not an easy task with the man right there next to you, almost always in your vision. But with a little effort and a couple pit stops to break the monotony, you had managed. By the time you were rolling up on the outskirts of Saratoga Springs, the ride actually felt a bit pleasant, dare you say normal.

Butcher soon steers the car off the highway, and in a few moments you're pulling into the parking lot of a dated, little motel. It's not the Ritz by any means but it's not nearly as sketchy as some places this job has led you to. The exterior at least looks like it's intact, and the forest green trim appears to have recently been given a fresh coat.

Butcher checks in with efficiency and finally lets the car rest at the far end of the lot. "Here," he says, handing you a key card. You tuck it away into your pocket and he moves to exit the vehicle. "Let's go get settled in."

You grab your bag from the trunk as Butcher props open the door of your room on the ground floor. You manage to toss him his duffel bag - which is suspiciously heavy - before slamming the trunk shut. When you step over the threshold and shut the door, you're slammed by realization hard enough to make your feet skid to a halt on the carpet. You're not sure why you thought there would be two rooms, but you're clearly sharing this one with Butcher.

Of course you're sharing a room!, you chastise yourself as he tosses his bag onto the bed closest to the door. He's gonna have to report to Hughie at some point, and if he saw Butcher paid for two rooms…Then again why would Hughie know that? Butcher isn't going to be putting any of this trip on the bureau budget. Then you remember Hughie's teasing not too long ago in the office. Christ, if Hughie finds out about this, he'll never let me live it -.

Another realization hits you, only seconds after the first. You're sharing a room with Butcher. You're sleeping in the same room. And you've been dreaming. You don't know if you talk in your sleep. But would it matter much since you still often wake up panting and flushed and…?

No, it's ok. If push comes to shove, I can just not sleep. Lots of coffee, maybe catnap during the day...For two days? Like he won’t notice. And what if I dream during those naps, too?

Oh. Oh fuck!

"It's no five star. A tad overpriced if you ask me," he startles you out of your head, perhaps mistaking your look as disapproval of the place. "But it's clean, I suppose. And the location was just too good to say no."

"The location?," you ask, relieved that it doesn't come out as dry as your mouth feels.

Butcher motions for you to join him by the window as he starts to pull the blinds and curtains. You move next to him and he points out to the parking lot. At first, you just see the motel property and the T-shaped intersection it crowns. But when you shift your gaze a little further out, you spot a white and red sign about a block and a half down the road; Danny-Boy's.

"Saves us from having to change the plates on the car," he says as he closes the curtains completely, dipping the room in shadow. He shuffles around you to the touch lamp on the nightstand between the beds and it flutters on under his touch. "And makes it easier to bail if we need to."

"That's definitely convenient," you mutter. You force yourself to the present as you put your own bag on the far bed and start unpacking necessities for the night. "Okay. So let's iron out those details. What are we doing?"

Butcher sits at the foot of his bed and pauses in his own unpacking to raise a brow at you. "We?"

"Yeah, 'we'. What are…?" You pause as well and groan. "Oh c'mon. Not you, too."

"Hey, I agreed to let you tag along. I didn't say nothing about you doing the fucking recon."

"Damn it, Butcher, I did not come up here for this and you know it." You turn from your stuff to face him directly. "You told me that if I proved to you that I could use my training in sticky situations, that you would vouch for me. Now I can't do that if I don't get out there, can I?"

"If you gotta use that during recon, somebody or something is fucking up," he snaps.

"That's not the point! I am not sitting in this motel room like a kid for two days, and waiting for you while you do this whole thing by yourself!"

"Oh, I think you will," he smirks.

"Butcher," you begin in a low voice, crossing your arms against your chest. "You said it yourself this morning. I'm stubborn like you. I've got just about as much information as you, and you already showed me our target, remember? You really think I won't try to do this on my own if you do?"

His smirk falls into a scowl. The way his shoulders tense, and the look in his eyes as he glares back, tells you that he knows the answer. Yes, you would, and he's given you more than enough rope to hang you both. "You're going to be a constant pain in my ass about this, aren't ya?," he grits out.

"Am I really supposed to answer that?," you smile oh so sweetly.

He runs an agitated hand over his face. "Fuck me. Fine! You want me to throw your ass in the deep end? You fucking got it, princess."

You give a little nod, trying not to look too smug as you both turn back to unpacking. He's done before you and rips his phone out to order takeout. Apparently he's not going to discuss strategy on an empty stomach. By the time he finishes the call you've started to pull an unexpected item from the bottom of your bag. You laugh, realizing it's your long-forgotten gi.

"Hey Butcher?," you prod carefully. "Why don't you ever have me train in gi? Why only No-Gi?"

"Because they don't train in gi in the forces for one," he says, shifting on the bed to face you. "And for two, how likely are you or your attacker gonna be wearing a fucking gi? You think you gonna sink a nice little cross-collar choke on a supe with a handful of bloody spandex?"

"I've only done a choke once, and that was at the gym," you shrug. You tilt your head at him. "As a matter of fact, you've only shown me one offensive move, the snow angel thing. And I don't know if that even counts as offense. Why haven't you shown me any chokes or submissions yet?"

His brows furrow as he sets his phone next to him on the piling bedspread. "Haven't I?" He blinks for a second after you shake your head. "Shit. Guess I haven't." He gets that pensive look on his face, and you're reminded of the moment he had pinned you down in the office and you'd nearly broken his nose. You just start to wonder if you should have left well enough alone when he sits up straight. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers. "C'mere."

"N-now?"

"Come here." 

It's not loud but his tone is more than firm enough that you know he's not going to argue this. You leave the gi in the bag and walk cautiously to stand in front of him. He motions again with his fingers. When you hesitate, he rolls his eyes and pulls you by the wrist until you're nearly between his knees. "What'd I tell you about running from me? It's the same with a choke."

"A standing choke?"

He nods. "This is more effective from mount but you can do this pretty much however. And I want to see if they taught you right the first time. It was a cross-collar, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, think so."

"Well go on then." He points his chin at you with an unexpected grin. "Put me in a choke."

You can't help your jaw dropping for a second. You just as quickly shut it and narrow your eyes at him. He just grins with a glinting gaze. "...I don't trust this."

He barks a laugh. "Good! 'Cause normally you shouldn't. C'mon, sweetheart. Pretty sure the crew and a dozen others would kill to be in your shoes right now."

A giggle slips out before you can catch it. He grabs your wrists in response and holds them up so your hands are even with his jaw. "Cross-collar is easy but it doesn't work for every problem. You could rip a t-shirt before you choke someone out. But a good jacket?" He pops his collar for emphasis. "This, a suit, a winter coat. They'll do just fine. You need a refresher?"

"I'm afraid so," you admit. "Like I said, it was once."

"Pay attention then. Your chokes fall under two types; blood or air. You're either cutting off blood to the brain or their air supply. This is a blood choke. You need to remember that blood chokes will cause the bastard to pass out. You could kill 'em but you'd have to hold the choke for over three minutes. Do you want to hold on for three fucking minutes?"

"No. Incapacitate, get the fuck out."

"Exactly! Alright. Take your right hand and grab my collar on my right side. Your thumb should be pointed up." You grab the leathery material in a fist and he shakes his head immediately. "Nah, nah, that won't work. You hold the end like that and you're just pulling me in for a snog."

You roll your eyes and try to ignore his remark. "I grabbed it, didn't I?"

"Let go. Start over. Put the back of your hand right against my neck." You follow his instruction, trying to ignore how warm he is against your fingers. "Now slide as far back as you can and grab my collar, right at me scruff. Just like that, that gives you a good deep choke."

You're not sure what you were expecting but it wasn't how soft the hair at his nape would be against your thumb. The itch to see if the rest of his unruly locks are the same ticks in your hand. Your fist tightens on his collar. "What's next?"

"Take your other hand and do the same thing. But make sure it's under and not over your right. Whichever hand you start with always ends on top or you won't be able to cinch it."

You repeat with your left, your reach shortened just a little by your right arm. Despite the fact your arms are snug about his throat, Butcher looks as if he couldn't be bothered. You on the other hand are trying not to swallow as if you're the one on the receiving end.

"Hold. You see how your arms are right on my carotids?" You nod, your skin prickling slightly at the sensation of his voice vibrating against it. "That's what makes it a blood choke. When I tell you, you're gonna rotate your wrists like you'd touch your thumbs together if my head weren't in the way.  Pull me in, keep your elbows tight until your torso makes them separate. Do it slow. Don't stop till I say so. And…go."

After a second of hesitation you start applying the pressure, slow and controlled, watching him for any sign that you should stop. It doesn't take long for his face to begin to flush and you almost wince when you hear the collar creak in your grip. The seconds tick by, your nerves beginning to ramp up. Finally you feel a quick double tap on your thigh and you instantly let go. You step back far enough for the back of your legs to hit your bed.

"You okay, Butcher?"

"M'fine," he grunts.

Butcher blinks a couple times, his color going back to normal before he nods. "That was good. Solid, tight. But don't be getting ideas," he says, wagging a finger in your direction. "I don't tap for nobody. You best just be grateful for these one time passes you get."

He rolls his head on his neck before his phone buzzes, and he glances at it. "It's a bloody motel, how hard is it for a delivery driver to find these days? Really?"

He stands up from the bed and heads for the door. "Gimme a minute to get this fool over here. When I come back, I'll let you borrow my jacket and you can get a real good feel of that cross-collar." He winks at your look of dismay before closing the door behind him.

You stride back to your bed, gathering your toiletries before heading to the too-small sink area by the bathroom. You're fitting everything together like puzzle pieces in the limited space, reviewing the new technique in your mind when a sudden thought crosses it; I wonder if he ever taught Becca some of this?

You jolt as you reach to place your toothbrush by the sink, and it slips, clatters loudly against the porcelain. Your stomach suddenly rolls as the floodgates of epiphany swing wide.

If he hadn't, how many times has he wished he had, in almost a decade? And even if he had…what good would it have done her? What's a simple choke to flesh that won't yield to the likes of armor-piercing rounds?

You place your hands on the counter and lean heavy on it as the thoughts continue to surge. How many times has Butcher wished he could have been there to fight for her? Try to protect his wife, even if it meant he died in that godforsaken tower? How many times has he brooded over what he could have possibly done to arm Becca in moments of his absence? How many times has he wondered over and over those two awful words; what if?

Another epiphany washes over you. The memory of the beginning of your arrangement flashes through your mind, the dark look that had clouded his face, how stern he'd been about taking over your lessons, deadset even. Even if he can't be there…he's trying to protect me.

It's the weirdest feeling. You would have thought it might have put butterflies in your stomach, perhaps made you feel warm, gooey. You feel touched but not expectedly. Butcher's protection in that moment does not feel like a shield before you. You have seen and heard how high, how bloody the price for it can be. Especially for him.

In that moment…it feels like a weight around your neck.