you control the fight and you control him
synopsis: a boxer down on his luck ends up meeting you, the woman who can take care of all his needs. Immediately he latches onto you in every way he can. At first he seems submissive but just try and deny him your attention. See what happens.
pairing: Subby Yandere!Boxer x fem!reader
content: power dynamics in your favor, body worship, praise, marking, teasing, oral (f!recieving), pussy drunk off of you, he cums in his pants from it, cum eating, high sex drive, brief blood mentions
Subby Yandere!Boxer was going nowhere in life. Making weak money in back alley fights, busted up so bad at the end of them that most nights he couldnāt see who he was fighting. Then afterwards chasing after whatever tail showers an interest in him. But heās always get too attached by the end heād end up scaring them off.
Most people expected him to be the same in the ring as out of the ring. Dominate, ruthless, with the aura of the kind of man whoāll toss you around the room and spank your ass till it was red and bruised.
They all react the same when that time comes. None of them know what to do, leaving them to gape like a fish outta water when he falls to his knees and begs them to tell him what to do.
When he misbehaves on purpose like a brat he hopes they punish him and when he craves their cunt in his mouth and a dildo in his ass he hopes theyāll reward him with it. Whatever they want, heāll do it.
He looks at them with those puppy dog eyes of his, waiting, hoping that they can give him the release heās desperate for. Shoulders heavy and looking to tap out, just for a little while. Yet it always ends the same way. Neither of them satisfied and a newfound awkward air between them as they leave with a weak excuse no one really believes.
Then one night after a long fight he was panting like heād run a marathon, having just scraped by on a win. Though his eyes had taken quite a beating, deep gashes just beneath his brows, causing blood to spill down his face and paint his vision red.
Thatās when he saw you, your gaze trained on him. Walking over in what seems like slow motion like this was some kinda movie. Or maybe it was just all the blood rushing to his head.
āThat looks bad, are you ok?ā you ask, voice so soft he wanted to melt.
Your hand reaches out before he can speak, tilting his head back while the other lightly brushes against the wounds. The pain didnāt register as his eyes flutter close in bliss, instinctively leaning into your touch. Yan!Boxer never has any trouble getting women but he has a feeling something about you would be different.
āWhy, wanna go kiss emā better?ā He asks, trying to sound rough but it comes out too hopeful and needy. Pathetic.
Somehow it ends up working out anyway as you find your way back to his place. Before he could even fall to his knees himself you push him down gently. His eyes widen, staring up at you in awe. You give him one simple demand without him ever having to ask.
Yan!Boxer moans like youāve just answered his every prayer, taking handfuls of your thighs and pulling you against his body. His lips go on the attack, kissing every inch of skin that meets his eye as he strips you of your clothes.
Suckling on your flesh and trembling at the taste. Youāre so warm and soft, he canāt get enough. And your body just keeps getting hotter as he makes his way down to your dripping core.
Never breaking eye contact with your swollen pussy lips he wraps a thigh over each shoulder. You stop him as heās about to dive in, hands threading through his hair. He whimpers in protest, needing to make you feel good. Instead you yank in his sensitive strands, guiding his lips to your inner thigh.
His already throbbing cock leaks copious amounts of pre, each kiss he presses into your skin and closer to your core has him spilling for you. When he latches onto your clip he groans, the reward so much sweeter when he has to wait for it. The vibration shoots through you and you moan long and hard.
He didnāt think it can get much better as he starts to explore, gliding his tongue up and down your folds, your taste bursting across his senses. But then you. Push. His. Head. Forcing his face to get stuffed in your pretty cunt, nose grinding on your clit. He nearly fucking cums in his pants, completely untouched. Nuzzling closer himself he teases at your entrance and when he pushes in your pussy sucks him in deeper, gripping the muscle like itās his cock.
Hell, he could die here, he really could and heād go happily.
Losing himself in you he starts to pick up pace, working his tongue in your cunt and looking for what brings out the biggest reactions. Needing to ruin you, to tilt your world on its axis like you were doing to him.
He tongue-fucks you harder and harder, slurping up your arousal, the sound loud and messy as he makes out with your sex. His own moans even louder than yours and youāre the most beautifully vocal person heās ever been with. At least you are with him.
He whatās to hear more. Craves nothing but to drown in your pleasure. His lungs twist with the need for air but he couldnāt care less. Your essence is the only air he needs.
āMore, more, more,ā you whine, body shaking, holding onto him for dear life. How could anyone think about breathing when you need him this bad? His grip tightens, pimpling your skin hard enough to leave bruises, unwilling to let you escape him.
Believe him, he wants to give you so much more. His jaw unhinges as humanly possible, the flat of his tongue moving in repetitive motions, hitting all your sweet spots one right after the next in a constant onslaught of euphoria. Sensations crash into you with no mercy.
Yan!Boxer babbles incomprehensibly into your pussy, drunk off her as he begs for her cum. And when your climax finally crashes into you itās everything heās been hoping for. A flood of your release spills right into his mouth and down his eager throat. He guzzles it down, body spasming at the taste and something snaps within him as he starts coming with you.
Together you ride out the waves. He works you through every pulse from your core that gives him more of your yummy cum. The more you cum the longer he does too, absolutely soiling his pants till a giant wet stain decorates his crotch.
When your hands slip from his hair and your legs from his shoulders heās a bit hesitant to let you go. He wants to latch back onto your pussy and make you cum so many times your legs turn to jelly. But he lets you go and waits patiently for your next order with his eyes dazed and the lower half of his face soaked with your fluids.
āDo you wanna be something special, baby? I can make you into something special,ā you purr, slowly backing your way onto his bed.
Yan!Boxer digs his nails into his skin, impatiently waiting for your command to come onto his bed with you. Proving just how perfect heāll he for you if you decide to keep him.
Thatās how Yan!Boxer finds out that you actually run a massive underground fighting ring. Probably the biggest one in the city that he knew of. He follows you around the strange new environment like a lost abandoned puppy.
Yipping at your heels while eyeing down his future competitors. Not only in the ring but outside of it too and all those vying for your attention. When it comes down to it heāll be the only one to keep it.
Which proves to be harder than he initially thought. This is a great opportunity for his career, sure, but he followed you here thinking youād get to be together. Thatās hard to do when youāre always rushing around the place taking care of this or that fighter, dealing with customers trying to skimp out on bad bets, or arguing with sponsors about who should fight who in order to bring in the biggest crowd.
Yan!Boxer is getting more pent up the longer you barely give him the time of day. But youāre you and heās yours to do with as you please. The only thing he can do is unleash it out in the ring, bringing down a world of hurt to all the fighters stealing away time that belongs to him.
The overhead lights bear down on him once again, creating a darkness around everyone but his opponent. Another night of fighting like every other. The crowd a sea of cheering mixed with booing from all sides. He can still feel the cracked rippling of flesh beneath his taped knuckles. The last guy having to be taken out on a stretcher after he was done.
Serves him right too. Itās still burned into his mind how just yesterday the man had taken you away from watching his training session to check on some shipment that couldāve been done by anyone.
Revenge is sweet and heās still thinking about the damage he inflicted when his next opponent steps into the ring. Now Yan!Boxer hasnāt talked much with this fighter but heās certainly heard about him. He was your first fighter and the man who made your ring famous, breaking not only other fighters records but his own too.
What heās also heard was that the fighter is constantly lingering around you as if thereās more to your relationship than meets the eye. That alone is enough encouragement to kick his ass.
āWho dāyou think youāre lookinā at like that, pup?ā He asks, a scowl deepening the lines of his face. He cracks his knuckles to intimidate him or what, he has no clue. As if that will scare him. Heās prepared. āSomeone outta reach you your place.ā
The bell rings and before Yan!Boxer can even lift his fist the man slams his own right into his cheek. Force so strong it snaps his head to the side. Blood fills his mouth, pain crashing over him in an instant. Flashing his opponent a blood-stained smile he shifts his hips and swings. Taking a beating in a fight is something heās used to, thisāll be a breeze.
Unfortunately, Yan!Boxer has never taken a beating quite like this. For every one swing he sneaks in, his opponent gets in two more. Bruises and blood are appearing out of nowhere, he canāt keep track of just where he was injured anymore. But every time he gets knocked down he always gets back up.
Until he hears someone call the match over the ringing in his ears and he falls to his knees in gratitude. Still, heās about to argue, insist he can keep fighting for you, when itās your scent that floods his wrecked senses.
Itās you, youāre here. You saw everything. But are you here for him or the other guy?
All thoughts and brewing feelings of jealousy vanish when a pleasant warmth replaces the pain as your hands cup his cheeks, dragging his focus onto you.
āYou good, baby? You can take it, I know you can. But you gotta learn to know when youāve been beat,ā you say comfortingly, rambling on and on.
Fussing over him, giving him all your attention. Yan!Boxer looks over your shoulder at his opponent and shoots him a cocky grin, pushing through the pain that explodes within his cheeks. Grumpy Yan!Boxer glares back at the younger boxer before storming off, knowing he canāt interfere.
So this is the way to undoubtedly get your attentionā¦ heāll have to remember this for next time. And the time after that. He isnāt afraid to get hurt if it means youād be all his.
Heāll do whatever it takes to win. Accepting heās been beaten has never been an option for him and it certainly wonāt when it comes to you.
