Cruz Open Challenge (For Misfit_Alien)

[Parker]

Isabella clung to Kaeo’s back like she’d been born there, legs cinched snug around her waist, calves pressing tight just above the hips as her biceps locked in deep around the fighter’s throat. The choke wasn’t just technical, it was personal, pressed close enough that Kaeo could feel Izzy’s breath against her ear, the little huffs of exertion mixing with that infuriatingly playful tone she never dropped.

“Ay, ay, ay… so you do want me all to yourself then?” Izzy teased, her voice warm and low as her grip ratcheted in tighter, forearm sliding snug beneath Kaeo’s chin as she turned the other woman’s explanation against herself. “I am fun to talk to.” She admitted easily, pursing her lips to blow a teasing exhale into the other woman's ear while she had her wrapped up. Her thighs flexed, squeezing for extra leverage, chest pressed to Kaeo’s back as her weight shifted to counter each wobble the Thai woman made.

“Put on a show?” she cooed, even as Kaeo’s breath came shorter. “A goodnight kiss before I put you to sleep then..” True enough to her works, she hunched in with a crank of her choke, craning her neck to plant a small peck of a kiss on Kaeo’s cheek.

But then Kaeo surged backward, hard.

The crash into the turnbuckles knocked a sharp gasp out of Izzy, her spine slamming the pads with a jolt that rattled her bones. Her legs sprang open from around Kaeo’s waist, the body-scissor pried loose by brute impact, and her arms slipped for an instant, nearly losing the choke entirely.

Nearly.

Izzy hissed through her teeth, fingers scrambling but never letting go. She clung on like a stubborn cat refusing to be shaken off the bedsheets.

“Oh no you don’t-nngh. ¡No tan fácil!”

Her feet found the bottom rope, planting hard. Then the second rope, giving her body height and leverage she hadn’t had on the mat. Still behind Kaeo, Izzy stayed latched on, her torso stretched out long over the Thai fighter’s back, gravity pulling her down into a deeper bend, forcing Kaeo to hunch whether she wanted to or not.

With every inch she climbed, the choke tightened, arms cinching in, chest pressing down on the back of Kaeo’s neck, her weight now hanging off the hold instead of just squeezing it.

“Mmm, there it is,” she murmured, voice tight but smug as the submission locked in deeper than before. “All that talk about wanting me to yourself… and now look. You can’t even get me off.”

Her lips brushed close to Kaeo’s ear, her breath warm even as her grip cut Kaeo’s off.

“Careful, bonita… you keep holding me like this, and people are gonna think you’re obsessed.”