Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen
mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader
Part 5. New & Old
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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)
Warnings: Mentions and sexual harassment. Angst. Humiliation. Cursed words.
Word Count: 2743 words.
A/N: Hello peeps! Another day, another slay. I really enjoy writing this fic and I am really happy that you seem to like it as well. Thanks! :3
Ps. Fuck me you Joo Jaekyung
“Cheers!” We exclaimed as we clinked our beers.
We had finally returned home after a great victory in Dubai. The bar was full, the food kept coming to our long table and the mugs seemed bottomless. The entire Team Black was gathered to celebrate the crushing victory of our terrifying champion. The air was filled with laughter, pleasant chatter and popular music. Sukuna was at the head of the table, watching everyone like the king he is while wisely drinking water.
“C’mon, drink one with your coach!” I asked with a goofy smile due to the effects of alcohol. I had two mugs already, and it was starting to show.
“No. Do you know how many calories that have?” He rejected me completely.
There were few things I knew about him in the short time I have been his coach. Sukuna was grumpy, foul-mouthed and a jerk in every definition of the word, but his strongest characteristic is that he is ridiculously disciplined. He was a fucking ninja with incredible mental strength. He invited the whole team to eat burgers, wings, nachos and drown themselves in beer, while he just drank plain water and ate a veggie burrito. Sukuna was a great athlete, but he needed to learn how to relax once in a while.
“That only means that I have to maintain my title. I can't lose focus now,” he answered without paying me much attention. He surely noticed my drunkenness.
“That’s why you are always so cranky, you are always thinking of fighting and being a champion. It’s okay to enjoy life once in a while,” I tried again.
“You enjoyed too much and look where you are,” he exposed me, pounding his glass against the table to emphasize his point.
My body moved away from him at the loud bang. Everyone turned to look at us to see what it was all about, but when they saw that it was just another Sukuna tantrum, they went back to their own thing. My hand went straight to my neck. I avoided his gaze and resigned myself to continue drinking.
“You say it like it’s something bad,” I mumbled before taking a shy sip.
“I refuse to become a coach,” Sukuna spat angrily.
“You couldn’t become one even if you tried.” Someone behind me defended me out of the blue.
I turned around, and my cheeks burned instantly. It was Choso. He's standing there like a guardian angel with a dark aura ready to defend me from a mean demon. He gave me a mischievous compliance smile that I couldn't help but mimic.
“It’s good to see you, bro! Sit down,” Yuuji, who was seated next to me, offered him his seat.
“Who the fuck invited you?” Sukuna frowned.
“Yuuji. He said he wanted to introduce me to someone,” Choso answered without looking away from me as he sat down.
"This guy always knows how to surprise me," I thought as I scanned him from head to toe. Seeing him up close was like paying attention to a piece of contemporary art, simple yet complicated at the same time. His long hair was down and neatly combed, his unruly curtain bangs fell perfectly to the sides of his eyes, framing them perfectly. You could tell he was Sukuna's brother by his sharp features and outlined eyebrows. I could imagine him frowning without needing to experience it.
“He is all yours. I’m drinking with Megumi,” Yuuji said, after introducing me to his brother for a second time. He went to the other side of the table to drink with his buddy, who was drinking alone.
He gave me a discreet wink that I could only see. That's when I realized what he had done. This was the "date" he had arranged for us as a favor. I hadn't been on a date in years, so I was super nervous. How could I not be? I wasn't ready. My hair was in a tight ponytail, I was wearing athletic clothes, and I was tired from jet lag. He looked so good in his denim jacket, baggy jeans and his smooth cologne that brushed my nose.
“Yuuji has told me so much about you,” I said, trying to hide my shyness.
“What a coincidence. Yuuji had also told me so much about you.” That was unexpected.
“Really? What did he tell you?” I asked, curious.
“That you are patient, nice and very cute,” he complimented me with a shy smile. “He didn’t tell me that last thing, it's just what I am seeing,” he corrected.
"He's so cute!" I thought excitedly. I could feel my poor heart in love running around in circles in my chest and my hands were starting to sweat, but I was calm. Who am I kidding? My cheeks hurt from grinning like an idiot. I felt like an awkward teenager in front of her out of her league crush.
“Is that your pickup line?” Sukuna joked.
“Shut up!” I barked, so he wouldn’t interrupt us. “Thanks, I think you are really cute as well,” I answered Choso’s flirting, paying him all of my attention. He looked a bit shocked that I was able to scold his brother so easily.
“Yuuji told me you used to fight in the UFC as well,” he said, ignoring Sukuna’s comment.
“I was the best. There are some of my fights on YouTube, my nickname is ‘Medusa’s Snake’,” I flexed proud as I poured him a beer from the bucket in the center of the wooden table, surrounded by delicious greasy snacks.
“A very poetic nickname. Did you know Medusa means protector in Greek? I think it goes well with you.”
When my first coach named me like that, I was flattered. Medusa was the mortal gorgon, one of the three daughters of the god of the sea, Forcys, and the goddess of sea monsters and the dangers of the sea, Ceto. She became the main enemy of men after suffering a painful rape by Neptune in front of the sanctuary of Minerva. Although early poets depicted her as a monster from birth, along with her immortal sisters, later writers claim that she was originally a beautiful maiden, but was turned into a monster by Athena or Minerva.
“Thanks, you are the first one who says it,” I said as my cheeks blushed. “Do you like mixed martial arts?”
“I used to practice kick boxing regularly, until someone discouraged me from continuing.” I noticed that he looked at Sukuna when he said “someone.”
I couldn't blame him. The active UFC community is pretty small. I wouldn't want to continue coexisting in the same environment as my biggest traitor. Besides, sports publicists love to compare athletes who share some sort of bond and spread drama. If Choso kept practicing to a professional level, reporters wouldn't leave him alone if they found out the champ fucked his fiancée.
The night flowed its course and the conversation continued to flourish between us. We drank, laughed and shared funny anecdotes. Choso was so nice, just like Yuuji, but shared that strong aura like Sukuna. He was the best of both worlds. Elegant, kind and respectful - what more could a girl ask for in a man?
Choso had to leave early because he had to work in the morning. He said goodbye to everyone except Sukuna, and I offered to escort him out. The vibrant street was still alive despite the darkness that ruled the skies as it was so late in the afternoon. People were still passing down the street in beautiful attire under the colorful lights of passing bars and restaurants. It had been a pleasant evening. It had been a long time since I had had so much fun.
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Choso smiled friendly. His shoulders were relaxed, and his kind eyes conveyed to me that he was more comfortable than before.
“I say the same thing,” I smiled at him as well. He slipped his hands into his pants pockets and avoided my gaze out of nowhere. That comfort turned to anguish again, so my smile gradually disappeared.
“Yuuji told me you were interested in me…” he sighed. “Look, you are a great girl, but right now, I have a complicated situation with my brother, and dating his coach doesn’t sound like a good idea.” He scratched his neck embarrassed, still avoiding my sight. “So it was about that,” I thought.
“I get it. Thanks for giving me a chance at least,” I said kindly. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad for rejecting me, but I wasn’t going to give up so easily. At the end of the day, I am a fighter at heart. “The truth is that I am not planning on being his coach for a long time. Seeing him holding his belt with pride on the ring, reminded me that I will be there again one day.”
I caressed my injured area with nostalgia. I missed being the star with the white lights illuminating my every dangerous move. I missed the audience yelling my name with excitement as they watched me destroy another one of my opponents. I missed the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fought for my honor. Choso looked at me again, seeming confused by my answer but hopeful for the explanation.
“What I am trying to say is that when I become a protector again, I’ll call you,” I said with a proud smile. His eyes widened, surprised when he understood what I was trying to say.
“I’ll wait for your call then,” he smiled.
With that, he kissed my blushing cheek goodbye and drove off down the sidewalk. As I watched him get into his car, I stood a while longer by the door processing what had happened that night. "You're going to be mine," I affirmed, sure of myself.
Another day at the gym. Another day in hell. By this point the gym was my hell on earth. Dealing with the devil himself was complicated, sometimes there were good days when he would do everything I asked him to do without batting an eye and others were the fights were no longer physical, but verbal. Over the months as his coach, I had learned to deal with his heavy attitude.
“¡Ten kicks!” I ordered as I placed the cushion he was supposed to kick at the height of my stomach. “1, 2, 3…!” I counted every hard kick. I made sure to hold the cushion tightly so it wouldn’t fly away. “…7, 8, 8, 8, 8…!” I repeated with a smug face.
“Stop it!” He yelled without losing the beat.
“Don’t give up! …8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9…!” I yelled, gripping the cushion hard. Sukuna huffed but kept kicking like the champ he is. “…9, 10!” I finished counting after 30 kicks.
“Go fuck yourself…” He sighed mad.
“For that, another 10,” I said, pulling the cushion back up.
“I missed seeing you like this.”
My heart stopped the moment I heard that voice. I could recognize it in any place, time or date. I knew exactly who it was and didn't want to turn around to confirm it, but I had to face it. The UFC world is small, so it was inevitable that we would meet again at some point, but I never thought it would be like this. Sukuna glared at the person behind me, sure he was wondering why a snoop was in his gym. I gulped dryly before confronting the biggest son of a bitch I'd ever met.
“Don’t frown like that, you will ruin your pretty face, beautiful,” he said with a pout. My jaw contracted when I heard such stupidity.
Naoya Zenin. One of the best fighters in the Zenin family, the current middleweight champion and my second coach. If I had to thank one person for teaching me how to deal with Sukuna, it would be this bastard. Because if I could survive him, I could survive anything. An arrogant, self-centered, stubborn man disguised as an angel incarnate. He was standing there with his stupid minions that followed him around like they were his ducklings.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, mad at his bare presence. From my tone and volume, some fighters stared at the scene.
“Sukuna lets you talk like that? I think you need a muzzle, bitch,” he smirked, as if it was something normal to say.
I wanted to beat him to silence. I let go of the pad with a thud and took off my protective gloves as I approached him to jump him. I was ready to beat the fuck out of him. I didn't care if I got fired, ruined my neck, or got beat to death, I had to get that stupid grin off his face no matter what. I couldn't let him say those kinds of things to me just because.
When I was about to jump out of the ring, Sukuna grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He forced me to stay close to his body, so I could only see his chest. I tried to break free from his grip, but his arm wrapped perfectly around my wait. My body trembled like a Chihuahua ready to bite. I looked him in the eye, asking him to let me handle this, but he ignored me.
“Can you leave my coach out of this?” He asked, clearly annoyed.
“Yours?” Naoya laughed out loud. “She is mine since she gave me her weak ass,” he said with a wide grin full of confidence.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment as soon as he said that. I didn't want Sukuna to find out like that. I wanted to erase him from my life forever, but he always managed to infiltrate like heavy humidity. I couldn't see him, but I knew he had a relaxed posture, his sharp eyes scanning my figure up and down and critiquing my current position.
“I don’t give a shit about what kind of relationship you have, but now, she only listens to me. You better get the fuck out of my gym before I release her so she can beat your ass,” he barked in my defense.
I looked at him in surprise at that answer. His red eyes were calm but determined. He meant every word he said. If Sukuna allowed me to, I could beat him at my pleasure. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity, I would make him very proud.
“Get the fuck out?! I just arrived to introduce myself as your next opponent!” He yelled excitedly. The gym looked at him in shock at the statement, especially me. Sukuna was going to face Naoya for the belt of the light heavyweight category?! “The UFC accepted the fight today. I was so excited that I came all the way to see you! I am a big fan!”
“You already saw me, now fuck off. I won’t repeat myself,” Sukuna asked, surprisingly keeping his composure.
“At least let me say goodbye to my cute wife,” Naoya pouted.
“I am not your wife, motherfucker!” I yelled, turning around suddenly to dispute that fat lie he dropped. Sukuna held me back to not jump him.
“Awww, just like the good old days,” Naoya grinned. “That’s how it is going to be then, see you later…” he turned around to go back from where he came from with his stupid side chicks. “…maybe sooner than you think,” he winked at me before leaving.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists in frustration at not being able to say anything else to her stupid face. I pulled myself out of Sukuna's grasp. We both stood in silence while the others murmured and whispered about the strange encounter. I didn't know how to explain the situation to him, I didn't even want to, but I had to.
“I…”
“I don’t give a shit,” he said before returning my gloves that I tossed earlier. “Let’s get back to work.” I took the gloves, relieved.
“From now on, I won’t teach how to be a floor fighter,” I said as I adjusted my gloves around my fingers. “I will teach you how to kill that motherfucker,” I stated strongly. A wide grin appeared on his proud face.
“You have all my attention now.”
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Christmas match - day 18
TW: Surprise, Fluff
Summary: A year away from the one you loved the most was just about all you could do. Home for the holidays wasn't just the surprise you had in mind.
You and Trent had been together since your last year in high school. Your families grew up with one another and always knew that there was something different between the two of you. Trent's mum was the one to notice the significant signs of something more than friends. There were pictures and pictures of you and Trent constantly together. When you both finally realised you were somewhat more than friends everything seemed to fit into place, it was you and Trent against the world and nothing more. Since then you had found love in each other more and more every day.
Trent's job was never easy. He constantly had heaps of training sessions and endless amounts of matches and meetings. You knew that football came first but he also knew that your job came first as well. You were cabin crew for the emirates so you were strictly based in Dubai, at first the idea of exploring a new country to live in was something so fascinating to you. Trent wanted you to go for it, he wanted you to see the world the same way he did. As a year went by you knew there were only so many more months you wanted to do before going home to Liverpool. You never told Trent but you had handed in your notice and were coming home for Christmas and staying forever. Dubai was your escape for a year but Trent was your escape for a lifetime.
"Hey Dianne!" you shouted as she opened the front door to you. She couldn't wait for you to finally get home and visit her. You had been home since yesterday and spent the day with your parents until visiting Trent's family.
"Hi, darling! oh my god" she shouted back with a huge smile as she embraced you in the largest hug. Today Trent was playing at Anfield, it was the Christmas eve match that you both used to go to together when you were younger, it was a day so special to you both. "It's so good to see you" she added softly as she held your arms in her hands and saw you with her very own eyes. She knew how excited you were she could see it on your face, it was the way your eyes were glowing at the near thought of seeing Trent again.
"I'm so excited!" you said with pride as she shut the front door and led you both into the living room.
"Y/N!" Trent's brothers shouted as they saw you in the doorway with that familiar smile and the most amazing sun-kissed glow from your months in the sun.
"Hey!" you said back to them as they embraced you in a hug as well as Trent's father.
"Oh, y/n I have missed you!" Michael, Trent's dad said as he became so grateful that you were in all of their lives. It was moments like these where you knew Trent was for a lifetime. Everywhere he went felt like home.
"Trent never told us you were coming home for Christmas" Tyler explained as you all sat down together in the living room.
"He doesn't know" you said with a laugh as Tyler's face dropped at your statement.
"No way!" Marcell said in disbelief with his hand grasped onto his mouth. Trent was the smartest man in the world compared to Marcell; the idea of Trent not even having an idea that you travelled across the world and were at home amazed the young brother.
"Yes, way!" Dianna added with a laugh as she watched you all so proudly. "We're all going to the match tonight" she added with a smile as you got a huge amount of butterflies fill your stomach. You knew you shouldn't be but you couldn't help but feel nervous about the coming events. You couldn't wait to see that face you fell in love with more and more every day. His eyes were the one thing you could look at until the end of time.
"Trent is going to die when he see's you" Tyler said with a laugh as he thought about all the times he had an earful of Trent's moaning and whining whilst you hadn't been with him. Trent would never admit it but he was the most clingy and affectionate boyfriend.
As soon as you arrived at Anfield the familiar buzz through your body was taking over you just like a year before. The seats you where sat at where the very steps that held so many amazing and memorable memories. Trent's debut was lived through this very step, his victory trophy lift for the premiere league was also lived from this seat and long nights waiting for him to come back to you all where lived on this seat. The action of vacating the place you loved so much made the excitement of seeing your boyfriend so soon far more exciting. The way the crowd cheered his name and sung so proudly still sent so many shivers through your body.
"Trent is coming!" Dianne quickly said as she noticed her son walking down the hall as she peered around the door frame of your executive box. Your heart stopped and you where sure your stomach flipped over a thousand times. You jumped off your seat and stood right next to dianne near the doors to the seats of the stadium. You all often stayed in the box for while after any match for drinks, laughs and lots of fun.
"Fuck" Michael, Trent's father mumbled as Dianne pulled him next to you both as he stood right in the middle due to being more than confused as to where to stand. You laughed to yourself at how much Trent and his dad had in common, they were starting to become the same person. Everyone quickly composed themselves and acted as if nothing was suspicious.
"Hi everyone!" Trent said with a smile as he pushed open the door with fresh clothes on and his wash bag clinging to his hand as his eyes were glued to his phone.
"Hiya love" Dianne said as casually as she possibly could whilst trying to make herself busy.
"Anyone herd from y/n? I tried to ring her before but she hasnt answered" Trent asked as his eyes where glued to his screen. He hadnt looked up one, he was jelled to the lights bouncing up from the small cellular device.
"Try ringing her again mate she may have been busy" Tyler suggested with a smile as he winked at you from the couch. Trent's eyes darted toward Tyler as if he hadn't thought of trying to ring you again. He still didn't have a clue, he thought it was the familiar faces he had gotten used to seeing after every match, which he still wished was you. He quickly nodded at his older brother's suggestion before typing on his phone, he held it up to his ear until he heard the ringtone of someone else's phone. It was the ringtone he used to hear every time his mum would ring you asking where Trent was and what time he was coming home for Tea during his teenage years. He jolted his head up towards the sound. His eyes locked on yours and noticed your smiling expression.
"y/n" Trent barely said within a breath before racing over to your small frame and tugging you into his embrace. A weight off your shoulders left as soon as you felt his body connect with yours. "Your home" Trent added as his face was pressed into your neck and his hands were wrapped tightly around your waist. You gripped hold of his shoulder even tighter as you couldn't bare the idea of him moving the slightest bit away from you.
"Im home" you said in just the same tone. He released you from the hug but still kept a tight hold of your arms. His eyes locked onto your face as he admired every part of your being. "Trent" you said trying to snap him out of his thoughts and make him realise what was going on. "Im not just home for Christmas, I am home forever" You explained with a smile as you saw Diannes face fall into the most soft and gentle expression at the moment you where all sharing.
"Your staying?" He asked with his head cocked to one side and his eyebrows furrowed. You simply let your lips turn up into a smile as you watched the way his eyes turned into a sparkle and he looked around at everyone for confirmation. "You're staying!" he repeated in more of a more convincing manner as he pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He spun you around as if it was the last thing he had to do before the end of the world. In a room full of people Trent could always make you feel like the luckiest, prettiest and most perfect.
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