Subby Yandere!Boxer who’s used to fighting for everything he’s ever wanted. His life in constant survival mode. Until he met you and you took the reins without a moment's hesitation. You were a leader of the biggest underground fighting ring in the city.
You promised to make him rich and famous on one condition. He does everything you ask of him. Which was basically a dream come try and compared to his current situation it was nothing short of pure bliss.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who realizes your attention is shortly kept being a person so busy. So he does everything possible in his little power in order to keep it. He wins fights so that he can get that one shiny moment where he looks up at your VIP area to see your nod of approval. Then he looses fights to see how heavily you fuss and dote on him, the worry clear in your eyes even if you never admit to it being there. He can see it, really he can.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who can never get enough of your touch or your time. While usually he’s a good boy who likes to do what he’s told, most can’t handle him. Only you, he just wants you. Others try and drag him away from the ring when his injuries from a fight are too severe. But he fights against them at every turn.
Struggling against their insistence, complaining about how they’re too tough or the needle is too cold, or going so far as to downright refuse any sort of treatment unless you’re the one doing the treating. He’s more than happy to free bleed, letting it stain the hospital bed, until you storm into the room with that dominating expression on your face that he loves so much.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who’s also fights with everything he has so that he can get your attention. Even if it means going against the agreed upon play-by-play. Especially if you’re not there to rein him in and watch his match. He’ll go off the rails. The minute he doesn’t see you in the box seat you claim as your own watching over it’s like something switches off in his brain.
He’ll dodge when he was meant to get hit, throw a few punches when the opponent is too sluggish and lazy, and he’ll gain a point in the match that wasn’t meant to be his. At first it’s subtle, you know, to give you time to come to your senses. But if you’re a no show then all bets are off. Literally.
The security always rushes to get you, they have to, or you’ll have a wave of complications crash down on you with the sponsors. He doesn’t want you to have to argue with them but he needs you more than they do. Or anyone else for that matter. It’s only when he looks up and sees you were where you belong between rounds that he returns to the script.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who has a pre-match ritual of fucking you in the locker room for good luck. And if another one of your fighters happens to walk in and see he’s yours then so be it. But it’s basically a ritual by now to bend you over with your soaked panties wrapped around his dick like a cock ring as he fucks you so hard the lockers rattle.
Despite how it looks you still have all the control, every snap of your wrist loosening and tightening your panties around his shift at your whim. Making him lose his damn mind. The combination of mind blowing sensations has him rutting up inside your wet heat harder and harder. Jolting your body on each thrust, the force so hard it’d send you straight into the metal if his hand wasn’t wrapped firmly around your throat.
He pants heavily in your ear, taking you like a feral beast who has no control. How could he have any when your pussy keeps clamping down as if begging for his load? Still, he refuses to cum without you. His free hand slides down your body, finding your puffy clit and flicking the little bean in time with his thrusts.
Your orgasm throws you by surprise and you’re never surprised. So Yan!Boxer is relishing in it as you scream his name for every second he works you through the climax. He too finishes the second you give him permission, spilling his hefty load of semen straight into your womb before sliding out and watching it flood your panties like his own personal branding mark.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who goes into the ring and maybe hits a bit harder when he sees his opponent is another fighter you’re close to. Images of you being close and all buddy-Buddy with them sears into his brain and fuels a fire in his veins.
Fingers that touched you get broken, eyes that lingered get bruised, legs that dared go near you get swept out from under them. He aches to do worse, a dark part of him craving it, but he couldn’t. Right? It would be mostly for your safety after all. Ultimately he always decides against it because it’s much more satisfying to break them down into nothing, watch them fight to heal, just to do it all over again.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who pulls the sad pathetic puppy act as often as he can. Because as much as it’s his natural state around you, you always eat it the fuck up. So he uses it to his advantage in any way he can. Often showing up at your place after having snuck out of the dorms, soaked from the pouring rain and staring down at you pleadingly.
Begging you to let him stay the night despite it not being allowed. He shouldn’t have known where you live but he had gotten that information by begging and wanting you out till you were a puddle of mush and cum. That supposed no quickly melting into a slurred out yes. If you hadn’t he surely would’ve followed you home but this was a whole lot easier.
Now he tends to sleep over at your place more than he does at his own.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who drags you to his scheduled practices. Refusing to talk to even look at his coach if he’s feeling particularly needy that day. On days like those it’s you who walks him through the moves and routines.
Sometimes he’ll act like he doesn’t understand your directions just so you’ll put your hands on him, fix his stance, and send him a glare that makes his cock twitch in his shorts. A grin spreads across his lips as he watches you getting more frustrated with him.
The tension in your jaw tightening, hands flexing, shoulders rolling back. He freaking loved it. You were always so responsive for him and he was addicted to pushing you to new levels.
Subby Yandere!Boxer who pushes you to those levels so that when your patience snaps it’s you who is pushing him past his limits. Instead of the dread most boxers would feel being called into the bosses office he rather feels a fierce spark of anticipation. And he isn’t disappointed either when he sees the array of sex toys on your desk.
As soon as he’s put into position this time, bent over the arm of your chair ass up, you start teaching him his lesson. Prepping his ass just a little before starting out with a giant dildo to fuck into it. Slamming against his prostate with every thrust and not allowing to let him cum no matter how much he begs.
When he tries to fuck his fist because he needs more relief you slip a vibrating cock ring around his shaft. When he tries to pinch his nipples you trap them in clamps. Then when he still attempts to touch himself you cuff him to the chair. Leaving him entirely at your mercy.
All his stress and obsessive thoughts slip away as he enters a total mental freedom. Sensation takes control of everything, your touch the only thing that matters. Then finally he hears you lean down to whisper, ‘cum for me,’ and he could never deny you a request. Never one spoken so sweetly.
Afterwards while he’s still fucked out you let him suck as many orgasms out of you he desires. Using it to help him come back down, grounding himself in your taste and making you feel good. Because at the end of the day he’s not just your fighter. But all of him is yours.
