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victoria wants to get into self-defence. trinity tells her about the wrestling classes she goes to and offers to teach her some basics. victoria is a bit nervous to learn such a hands-on activity from trinity but eventually decides it'll be ok.... right?

inspired by this tiktok i saw okkkk

inc. crashtos smut | (i had to google so many wrestling terms pls don't bully me)

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They arrived at the wrestling gym a little after 8pm. Mat Masters, Victoria had laughed at the name of the place when she and Trinity pulled up. "Oh, are you a Mat Master, Santos?" Victoria had teased, giving Trinity a small shove with her fist, to which Trinity rolled her eyes.

Victoria had asked around the hospital for some help with self-defence when she discovered that Trinity went to wrestling classes. "You keep asking about it, so, I can show you the basics. No one else will even be there that late, don't worry, Crash." And now here they were. Alone.

Victoria adjusted the straps of her sports bra, heart already kicking a little faster than usual as Trinity locked the door behind them. What was she thinking agreeing to do this?

"Okay, so, we should warm up a little," Trinity suggested, rolling her shoulders in her tight white tank top. Her voice was casual and comfortable, like she'd done this a million times before.

Victoria swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, sounds good."

They got into the swing of things pretty quick - doing some stance work, basic grips, even tried a few takedown drills. Victoria was grateful that Trinity didn't hold back, because she really did want to learn.

She was quickly becoming frustrated though. Every time Victoria tried to shoot in or sprawl, Trinity was already there: her (surprisingly) strong arms wrapping around Victoria's waist, her hips driving forward forcing their bodies to collide with solid thuds. Victoria was huffing in annoyance that she wasn't immediately good at this, like she was with almost everything else.

Victoria's breath came quicker as she was lifted, shifted, and slammed down onto the mat again and again. Each time Trinity's thighs flexed against hers, or her chest pressed flush during a clinch, heat pooled low within her.

"Shit, you're fast," Victoria panted, pushing up on her elbows after another takedown. She tugged her shirt back down where it had ridden up, exposing most of her stomach. She'd clearly even worn the wrong fucking clothes for this too. Victoria started to feel defeated, and stupid.

Trinity just smirked, her hair falling in loose strands out of her ponytail. "You're holding back. Don't. It gives me opportunity to get on top of you."

Victoria realised, in that moment, that she actually didn't mind Trinity being on top of her. Not at all. With her thighs wrapped either side of her, her arms grappling to hold Victoria down, her smirk as she watched Victoria struggle beneath her with-

Fuck. This was all a terrible fucking idea.

"Lets go, Crash. Show me what you got," Trinity slapped her bare thigh before regaining position. Victoria started to feel seriously out of breath, but she wasn't sure if it was from her general lack of exercise or from watching the way Trinity was stretching, getting herself ready to go again.

Victoria stayed on the floor a moment longer, staring up at her. Trinity was pulling one arm across her chest and pushing at her elbow, the muscle at her shoulder flexed. Victoria's mouth parted and her eyes widened subconciously as she watched the other girl in awe. There was sweat lightly coating every inch of skin that Victoria could see. What if she just accidentally licked the length of Trinity's neck next round?

She took a deep breath and pushed herself up, understanding that if she wanted Trinity to roughly put her back onto the mat again she needed to get the fuck up and try harder.

The next scramble was faster and much messier. Victoria lunged and Trinity countered, spinning her around and driving her face first into the mat. Victoria grunted as her arms were wrenched behind her back.

Trinity dropped her weight smoothly, straddling Victoria's hips before sliding higher and planting her ass firmly on the small of Victoria's back. Her big hands pinned Victoria's small wrists together against her lower spine, essentially trapping them under Trinity's seated weight.

Victoria's cheek pressed into the cool mat. She twisted, testing the hold, but no, of course Trinity had her locked tight. Her thighs were squeezing her ribs and her hips were grinding down just enough to make Victoria feel every shift of muscle.

"Trin-" she started, breath a little winded.

Trinity leaned forward, her body draping over Victoria's back. The position probably not completely just for 'wrestling' purposes anymore. Victoria's arms were trapped uselessly beneath Trinity, with her chest now flattened to the mat and her ass slightly raised from the way her hips were being forced down.

Victoria tried to move again as Trinity's breath tickled her ear, her hips thrashing uselessly against the mat under them. Trinity leaned back slightly, snaking her arm around Victoria's neck and locking in a tight rear headlock. Her bicep flexed against the side of Victoria's throat with her forearm pressing just under her jaw and pulling her head back slightly. Victoria's back arched, completely helpless.

Her body felt like it lit up, literally like she'd been cracked like a fucking glowstick. The headlock made her feel small and helpless in the best way, every single breath restricted just enough to send sparks down her spine.

She couldn't help herself as a a low, involuntary moan slipped out. "Oh god," Her voice strained against the pressure of Trinity's arm.

"Hmm, you like that?" Trinity whispered. She didn't sound all that surprised.

Victoria's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the obvious heat between her legs. Trinity's grip tightened slightly, like she was testing. It was successful at pushing another soft and needy moan out of Victoria before she could stop it.

That was clearly all the confirmation Trinity needed.

Her free hand slid up Victoria's side, all the way along her until Trinity reached her face. Victoria recognised just how much bigger Trinity's hands were than she thought as one covered her mouth completely, her fingers curling rough along her jaw and cheek. What the fuck is she doing?

Victoria breathed in raggedly around Trinity's hand, trying to get any air she could. Is this why women wrestle? To be choked and suffocated by their opponents? Trinity only grabbed her tighter. Victoria's eyes widened, a muffled sound vibrating against Trinity's hand.

"Got you," Trinity whispered, low and teasing, lips brushing the shell of Victoria's ear.

Victoria's whole body jolted forward like it had somewhere to go. Heat flooded her face, her cunt, everywhere. She could feel Trinity's heartbeat against her back, the dampness of sweat where their skin met, and the way Trinity's hips rocked subtly forward making sure to press her weight more deliberately between Victoria's spread thighs.

Trinity didn't let her go. Her hand stayed firm over Victoria's mouth, thumb stroking along the edge of her lips like a tease. "I can do whatever I want to you like this," she murmured, rolling her hips again. "You squirm so pretty when you're stuck."

Victoria moaned into her palm, the sound of it almost completely muffled. Her hips twitched backwards instinctively, trying desperately to seek some form of friction. Although, it also could have appeared like she was trying to wiggle free. Victoria's not sure which concept turns her on more. Giving in or fighting it. Trinity chuckled and shifted so that she could slide one knee between Victoria's legs to press firmly against her aching cunt.

"Shhh," Trinity breathed, nipping at her earlobe. "Just feel me. You're not going anywhere."

She kept Victoria pinned like that, but dropped the hand at her mouth in favour of roaming Victoria's body. Trinity wasted no time getting under the waistband of Victoria's shorts from behind, her fingers slipping through her slick folds with ease. Victoria bucked, crying out and pushing against the arm that held her tightly in a headlock. Her movement only egged Trinity on, so she pressed down harder and let two fingers sink deep in one smooth thrust.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Trinity groaned, pumping slowly and curling as much as the angle would allow her. Her own hips rocked in time, rubbing against Victoria's pinned wrists. "All that wrestling got you this wet for me?"

Victoria could only whimper and nod frantically, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure coiled tight and fast within her. Trinity continued to fuck her like that with deep strokes while keeping her completely stuck. Victoria loved it. She wanted to be at Trinity's mercy, with no control over whether she was allowed to move, to breathe, to come.

Trinity's breathing grew ragged. "Y'know, this is what happens when you don't learn self-defence. Just anyone could pin you down and have their way with you. Is that what you want, pretty girl?"

Oh fuck, okay. Victoria moaned loudly at the words, a whispered "Yes," following suit. Trinity smiled and let out a satisfied huff, pleasantly surprised by the other girl.

The response gave Trinity the indication to add a third finger and she laughed softly as Victoria gasped, trying to accommodate quickly to the stretch. Trinity didn't want her to though, she wanted her to feel it all and it be too much for Victoria. She wanted her to come because she was overwhelmed.

"That's it. Struggle all you want... you're not getting out until I'm done with you. And I've got so many more pretty positions for you to try." Trinity smiled, leaning down to lick a stripe up Victoria's ear.

The movement suddenly freed Victoria’s hands from underneath Trinity, and she quickly got them in front of her to stabilise her position. She could put a stop to all of this now, of course, and push Trinity away. Part of her wanted to prove to Trinity that she could do that. The other part of her, that ultimately wouldn’t be overruled, decided to use the new leverage to push against the mat and meet Trinity’s thrusts. “Harder, Trin- please,” She croaked out, voice barely there.

Victoria's orgasm crashed over her hard. Her whole body seized under Trinity's weight, and her cunt clenched around the thrusting fingers as she cried out. Her voice was strained and her breaths were shallow from the arm that bracketed around her neck. Trinity kept fucking her through it, grinding and whispering filthy praise against her ear until Victoria was shaking beneath her and she was completely sure they had made a mess.

Trinity eased her grip, carefully releasing the headlock and rolling them so that Victoria was on her back. She hovered above her, flushed and grinning, brushing damp hair from Victoria's face.

"Lesson one," Trinity panted, leaning down for a slow kiss. "Sometimes you lose on purpose."

Victoria laughed a little breathlessly, and pulled her back down. "Does lesson two involve payback?"