fighter.
in which maki won't stop asking you out on a date and thinks he finally found a way to impress you. or - the one where maki ruins you for anyone else. wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), mild language, mentions of blood and boxing, some innuendos bc maki is a major flirt, fingering, creampie, minors do not interact!
Maki was a royal pain in the ass.
He was the king of campus, the undisputed golden boy, the star athlete; it was his world and the rest of you were just living in it.
The first day of the semester, Maki set his eyes on you, shamelessly asking you to go out with him that night. You turned him down politely, because you were only interested in your studies and you'd already heard of his reputation.
Maki took that as a challenge.
Soon it became a game. You never knew when you'd run into Maki, but he seemed to have your schedule mapped out in no time. When you stepped out of English, he was leaning back against the wall, cool and composed, and greeted, "Hey, pretty. Let me take you out tonight."
"Not tonight, Maki," you replied, failing to hide a tiny smile that Maki was quick to clock.
Another week passed and Maki started waiting for you after chemistry lab, knowing your arms would be full of textbooks. He didn't hesitate to take the pile from you to carry himself as he walked you to your car.
After the first time, you asked, "I guess I owe you, huh?"
Maki made a face and said, "Nah, just getting to hear about your day was enough."
That surprised you and you couldn't help peering up at him curiously, like he was a puzzle to figure out.
Maki closed your door and said cutely, "Drive safe, pretty," and you totally melted, falling asleep that night to thoughts of Maki's handsome smile and beautiful eyes.
Eventually, the exchanges became less about Maki getting you to go on a date with him and more about who could outlast this little game.
"Hey, pretty. Wanna go for a ride?" Maki asked you while standing next to his black motorcycle.
You gave the bike a glance over and folded your arms tightly. It was mid-autumn now, and the late afternoons were getting colder. "When hell freezes over maybe," you smarted, smiling despite your words.
Maki winced dramatically and put a hand over his chest, like your rejection was a barb lodging into his heart.
Though you would never admit it, this game with Maki was the highlight of your semester. Every time you felt overwhelmed by class or exhausted by homework, Maki would appear and get a playful rise out of you.
"Hey, pretty. Why don't you hop off your high horse and onto something bigger?"
"It's big, huh?"
"Come see for yourself."
"I'm busy."
"Get busy with me instead."
You laughed, and Maki always grinned whenever he succeeded in getting a laugh out of you.
Maki never invaded your space or made you uncomfortable, and you liked that about him. You kept waiting for the news that he'd been spotted with another girl on campus, but it never came. Surely, he'd give up on you and find a different piece of ass to chase that wasn't so stubborn.
That got you thinking - which was never a good idea - that maybe there was something else to Maki that you'd overlooked because of his reputation. Perhaps you'd judged him before you'd even met him, and already painted a picture of him in your head that was totally wrong.
Things changed between the two of you on a chilly autumn afternoon, winter just over the horizon, when Maki caught you on your way to political science.
"Hey, pretty," he called to you as he always did, falling in step alongside you. "I have a serious question for you."
Well, that was new. "I'm listening."
Maki took a breath, almost like he was nervous, and said, "There's a secret matchup going on tonight and I would really like you to be there."
"What kind of matchup?" you asked curiously.
"That's the thing - I can't tell you, but it's safe. Lots of our fellow classmates will be there."
You narrowed your eyes at him and said, "I don't think you're dangerous, you know."
Maki stopped, his eyes never leaving yours. "I just want you to feel safe."
That actually warmed you, and you were doubly curious now. "When and where?"
Maki's face lit up. He'd completely expected you to turn him down like you had a million times before. "Shit. For real?"
You snickered at his reaction and nodded.
"Tonight at 8," Maki finally said, smiling. "I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you."
"See you then."
The moment your classes were done for the day, you raced home and spent an hour settling on an outfit, one that would eccentuate your curves. You did your hair and makeup, and spritzed on the perfume Maki had once made a comment about.
"Damn, you smell good," he'd said in a low voice, and you'd immediately designated that scent as your favorite.
At 8 o'clock, you pulled into the lot and sighed in relief that Maki was waiting, leaning back against his motorcycle. You were starting to fantasize about riding it. Among other things.
When you stepped out of the car, Maki opened his mouth to greet you but froze, scanning you up and down like he eating you up with his eyes.
"Wow," he gawked. "You look beautiful."
You smoothed down your shirt and shifted your weight awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Thanks."
Maki closed the distance between you and held out his arm for you to take. "I'll be your escort for this evening."
You giggled and slid your hand into his offered arm.
Maki walked you across campus, beneath the bright lamps lining the pathways. He was surprisingly quiet for once and you couldn't help but think he was nervous about something.
"Are you okay?" you asked him softly.
"Yeah, sorry," he quickly said. "I'm just trying to think of how to impress you."
"You don't need to impress me, Maki. I'm here, aren't I?"
Maki looked at you and smiled, relaxing after hearing that.
He led you to the old mess hall, which you'd heard was being used for storage. Also that it hosted some insane parties. Your heart sank that he'd lured you to a party; you kinda wanted to just hang out with him and get to know him better, but when he brought you to a side door and down a small staircase, your eyes widened in shock.
It was a massive underground room full of your classmates, just as Maki said it would be. They were yelling and cheering, surrounding a makeshift ring blocked off by padded ropes.
A boxing ring. Where two boys were pummeling each other.
"Out of all the things I thought would be here, this never made the list," you said, still glancing around the room like it hadn't sunken in yet.
Maki leaned toward you and asked, "What was at the top of the list?"
"Drug-fueled orgy."
Maki burst into laughter, which pleased you, and he flirted, "Good to know that's where your thoughts went. We have a lot in common."
You turned to him and laughed.
Maki worked his way through the crowd with you still on his arm. A few girls that you had classes with greeted you, as if you fit right in. All the boys greeted Maki with respect.
Once Maki had you seated in a front-row spot with a close view of the ring, he slipped out of his jacket and draped it around your shoulders like a cloak.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Maki, are you...?"
"Big fight for me tonight, pretty," Maki said coolly, unbuttoning his shirt. "I knew if you were here, I would fight my best."
No words came. You just stared at him as he stripped until he was shirtless, his muscles bulging. Then you watched him spin the bandages on his hands and fingers. All the while, your mind was going a million miles a minute.
What you thought was going to be your first date with Maki was instead making you evaluate all your feelings for him in a very limited amount of time.
Finished prepping, Maki took your hand and pressed his lips to the top. "Wish me luck, pretty," he said, letting go of your hand and turning away before you could reply.
You leapt to your feet and called after him, "Maki, wait!"
He stopped. "What's up?"
"I don't want you to do this."
Maki arched a brow at you and asked, "Why not?"
"Because you could get really hurt," you exclaimed, glancing behind him at the loser of the previous match who was covered in his own blood from an obvious broken nose and busted lip.
Maki's expression changed on a dime and he teased coyly, "Are you starting to care about me?"
You grumbled. "Do you have any idea what the human body goes through when it gets hit hard enough?"
"Yeah. Been there, done that," he replied nonchalantly.
To your surprise, you tensed with tears. The thought of someone slugging Maki, the image of him hitting the floor, filled you with such dread it knocked the wind out of you. You recalled the moments spent with him over the past few weeks: him holding the door for you, carrying your books, making you laugh when you were on the verge of tears.
You couldn't imagine such a sweet boy doing what it took to stay alive in a ring with no rules.
Maki noticed everything where you were concerned, closed the distance between you, and cut the tension by flirting, "If I get hurt, you can stitch me back up, pretty."
You filled from head-to-toe with annoyance and it converted to anger quicker than you thought possible. "Is getting into my pants that important to you?"
Maki narrowed his eyes at you and said, "I'm not trying to get into your pants." Then, he slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Calls of his name summoning him to the ring grew louder, but Maki acted as if he didn't hear it, only aware of you. "I'm trying to get into your heart," he whispered for your ears alone.
You'd never wanted someone so badly than you did at that moment, and you lifted to your tiptoes and kissed him. You could feel Maki smile into the kiss and warmth rushed through you, hot and burning.
When you parted from him, Maki was slow to open his eyes, like he was still processing the kiss and letting it consume him. "Just for you, pretty," he said quietly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "I won't take a single hit."
"Promise," you said, breathless, wanting to drag him out of there and kiss him until the sun came up.
"Promise."
With that, Maki let you go and strutted toward the ring, and you felt the loss of him, suddenly cold. You returned to your chair and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment, realizing you'd just kissed Maki in a room filled to the brim of your peers.
But then you looked at Maki and saw him staring at you from the other side of the padded ropes and you smiled, not caring anymore.
It was worth it.
When Maki was introduced as the reigning undefeated champion, all nerves left you. And when Maki dodged every blow meant for him and suckerpunched his opponent, sending him to the floor, you realized the sweet gentleman you knew him to be was reserved for you.
He was powerful and confident, and even though every girl in that room was screaming his name, Maki was looking for your approval and your voice only.
You weren't cheering or clapping like the others, but you were on your feet, looking at Maki from across the way like you were ready to devour him.
Maki smirked.
It was your turn to lead him. Once Maki had pulled his shirt back on, opting to leave it unbuttoned like he knew he'd be taking it off again soon, you took his hand and smiled as he laced his fingers through yours.
Walking with a little urgency in your stride, Maki told you everything; how his father taught him boxing when he was young, how he practiced every chance he got because he wanted to fight professionally one day, and how excited he was to show you this side of him.
Once the two of you reached your car, you turned to face Maki and said, "I need to apologize, I... misjudged you."
"No, you didn't," Maki replied without missing a beat, coming close and getting his arms around your waist again. "I'm really bad for you," he whispered darkly.
"Nice try, Maki. You're in my heart now."
Maki smiled at that and claimed your lips with a mind-blowing kiss that made your knees weak.
You tugged him into the backseat of your car, falling inside with him in a heap. Maki parted from your lips just long enough to close the door behind him and then he was back on you, kissing you recklessly.
The kisses were hot and heavy, much like his body on top of yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and fumbled with his shirt until it was on the floor, roaming your hands across his scalding skin and feeling taut muscles underneath.
"Fuck. What are you doing to me?" Maki growled, latching his lips to your neck and sucking.
You gasped for air as he began marking your neck and said, "The same thing you're doing to me."
Maki grabbed your waist and thrust the big bulge in his pants against your clothed sex, groaning in his throat when he felt the heat of you. Fisting his hair, you arched up to meet him, reaching down with your free hand to fiddle at his belt.
While you got Maki's cock out of his pants, he hiked your skirt up around your hips and ripped your leggings with effortless ease, exposing your pretty pink panties that you were debating letting him see tonight.
Just as you finally got your hand around his thick length, Maki slipped a hand into your underwear and palmed your sex. When he pressed two long fingers deep into your cunt, you tipped your head back and whimpered.
"You wanna come on my fingers first, baby?" Maki asked, trying to be flirty, but you could hear how breathless he sounded. His cock twitched in your hand at the grip your pussy had on his digits.
You shook your head and bit your lip. "On your cock," you told him, letting out another shaky breath as he pumped his fingers in you.
"I think I should stretch you out first."
You felt yourself getting slicker each time his fingers pushed in, but all you could think about was the stiff cock in your hand and you wanted to stretch around that, not his fingers. Though he was using them expertly, dragging his fingertips against your sweet spot.
Maki sucked in a breath through his teeth when you played with the head of his cock, smearing his precum with your thumb. He felt you trying to steer his length to your entrance and he let you, tugging your panties to the side so he could fit the tip of his dick into your entrance.
When he finally started pushing in, you sank your fingers into his back for dear life and moaned, winching your eyes closed at the stretch. Maki swallowed your noises, his lips on yours, easing his cock in and out of your heat until you'd taken every inch of him.
"Like that, baby," Maki purred, pressing kisses to your neck. His hands were gripped on the seat to the point his knuckles ached, not wanting to bruise your skin, because holy fuck, you were so hot and tight he couldn't stand it.
You lost yourself to the feeling of Maki inside you, wondering how you had ever lived your life without him. You couldn't imagine going another night without his body against yours.
Maki's thoughts weren't much different. You completely consumed him, body, mind, and soul. He would do anything for a chance to have you, would kill any man that tried to take you away from him. Fuck, it was just too good.
"You're so big and deep," you whined, arching your body to meet his, hooking your legs on his hips and drawing him into you with every thrust.
"All of it's yours now, baby," Maki said, staring at where your bodies connected, watching his cock vanish inside your perfect velvet pussy every time he snapped his hips into yours. You were mewling like a bitch in heat, so he kept hitting you with those long, hard strokes.
When you started squirming, as if trying to get him in even deeper, Maki groaned and taunted, "You gonna come for me?"
The car rocked underneath you. You could feel it swaying with his movements. Every time Maki thrust his cock into you, you were shoved closer to the edge. Biting your lip to stifle your sounds, you stared up at Maki and held onto his burly arms.
Maki kissed your sweet lips, setting your whimpers and moans free, and said, "Come on my cock."
You shook your head, because you wanted to, but you knew it was going to ruin you. His cock felt so good buried in your pussy, you couldn't wait to bounce on it, and that had you thinking about seeing Maki again... regularly.
Maki nodded, mocking you. "Yeah, I know I'm breaking this pussy in good. It's mine now."
Your lips parted in surprise at how blunt he suddenly was, and how badly it turned you on. "Fuck," you cried out. "I can't, Maki. I can't."
He wasn't done. "I'm making sure every time you close your eyes all you're gonna see is me inside you. You're gonna dream about this dick."
"Fuck you," you snapped at him, but you didn't mean it. You just didn't like hearing what you already knew to be true. The very thing you'd been avoiding - falling for Maki - had happened. It was too late, you were done for.
"I want you hitting me up in the middle of the night, begging me to come take it." Maki rolled his hips into yours, hitting the spot deep inside you that made you see stars and whispered, "Because I will, baby. I'll come take it every fucking time."
"Oh my god," you moaned as you came, your walls pulsing and kneading his cock.
Maki kept the same pace, as if he knew exactly how to tear you apart, piece by piece. He growled in his throat at your pussy clamping down on him and said, "Good girl."
Your vision was blurry, your eyes full of tears. You'd never felt such raw, overpowering pleasure before in your life. You had no idea your body was capable of it.
Maki wrapped his arms around you, his chest against yours, and tucked his head in the crook of your neck, kissing affectionately at the base of your throat, whispering, "That's my girl. You did so good, baby. Fuck, you're so pretty when you come."
Every stroke of his cock now had you reeling. You were out of your mind with how safe and warm you felt, your body buzzing with euphoria.
"Don't stop, Maki," you begged, your voice weak and broken. "I don't want you to stop till you've filled me up."
"I'm not stopping, baby," Maki growled in your ear, still kissing your sensitive skin, slick with sweat, his and yours. "You're gonna take all of me."
After letting you come down from your high, Maki gave you a swift kiss on the lips before sitting up straight and gathering your legs in his hands. He bent your knees and pressed your thighs toward your body, folding you almost in half and gloving his cock in you at a fast and merciless pace.
All you could do was swear, your voice breaking as you pleaded with Maki to come. His big cock kissed your cervix, taking you for all you were worth, and you finally screamed his name.
Maki buried himself to the hilt in your cunt and released with a strangled groan, drawing back just a little to snap his cock back inside, filling you with his load. You could feel its warmth deep inside you where it belonged. Still sensitive, your walls pulsed around him, milking every last drop.
You made a little noise when Maki pulled his spent cock from you and flopped back against the seat, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes as he caught his breath. You smiled when he pulled your legs over his lap and began stroking your thigh.
A quiet moment later, Maki rasped, "You okay?"
You nodded and Maki smiled in relief.
He asked shyly, "Does this mean you'll finally let me take you out?"
"I literally let you come in me after our first date."
Maki snickered, watching you sit up and adjust your skirt. The moment you turned to look at him bashfully, Maki cupped your cheek and kissed you hard.
You broke away and took a steadying breath, saying, "I'll let you take me out on one condition."
Maki's eyes lit up with excitement. "Anything you want, pretty."
"Take me on your motorcycle. Pun intended."
