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"Hey-" kiss "Yuu-" kiss "Let me help-" kiss "Yuuji!" The man in question paused against the corner of your mouth, pulling back sheepishly, your lip gloss smeared over his chin. You pouted at him, gaze disapproving as you held one of his half-bandaged hands.
Yuuji pouted back at you, licking the excess lip gloss with a tiny smirk as he watched your gaze drop to his lips. You shook your head, almost to yourself as you picked the pile of bandages up again, tone scolding, "No baby. Let me help you so you can win this fight and then I'll give you all the kisses you want."
Yuuji perked up, invisible tail wagging excitedly, "Promise?"
You rolled your eyes, pulling him into a quick kiss, "As long as you come out relatively uninjured, Yuu."
He quickly sat back, offering his hands up so you could finish wrapping them. You kissed his knuckles after finishing up, letting him pull you in between his thighs, arms wrapped round your waist. You giggled quickly as his hands slid under your top, and his lips pressed into the crook of your neck. Your quiet laugh turned into a soft moan as he sucked a mark into your pulse point, fingers digging into your skin.
You pulled back with a reproachful look, "Yuuji!"
He grinned boyishly, fully aware of what he did, "What?"
You gaped at him, hand coming to cover up the faint red mark on your neck that you knew would deepen into a harsh purple bruise later. He just smirked at you, pressing his whole body up against you as he stood. Despite trying to stay stiff, you couldn't help but melt into him, his large frame radiating warmth as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Yuuji pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, "I'll win. For you." His voice was full of conviction and love for you. You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, inhaling his fresh laundry and sunshine smell. Smiling brightly, you looked up at your boyfriend, "I know."
He leaned down, you tiptoeing to meet him halfway in a sweet kiss. His fingers threaded through your hair, holding you against him, while your fingers tangled in his tank, gripping him like he'd suddenly disappear. Eventually you pulled back, releasing him with another quick peck to his cheek, "Go get 'em tiger" Yuuji grinned at your cheesy line, kissing you quickly again before dashing off.
You smiled fondly as you watched him go, love warming your chest.
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You settled in your seat, fingers tugging nervously at your earring, the ones Yuuji had gifted you on your first anniversary. You exhaled, trying to calm your nerves. Yuuji would win. He always won. He always won.
You sat up straight as you heard the announcer call Yuuji's name, his 'Tiger of the West' moniker following him far out of high school. You watched intently as your boyfriend made his way into the ring, the cheers of the crowd surging with each step. You hid a secret smile, you were so proud of him.
Yuuji's opponent was introduced, the cheers dying down a little and a few boos could be heard. You snorted, the crowd favourite was clear. The crowd fell silent for a singular moment before the match started and the cheers started up again as Yuuji stripped his vest off. You winced a little, always a little sensitive to loud noises. You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the match, on the broad expanse of Yuuji's back that usually always had you drooling.
You allowed yourself to watch as sweat dripped down the ridges of Yuuji's abs, trickling down his v-line and into his pants. You unconsciously licked your lips, knowing exactly how the man reacted when you did the same with your tongue.
The matched passed in a daze, you too busy gawking at your boyfriend's musculature. Yuuji was easily winning, his movements loose but calculated, his hard-hitter form and strategist mentality keeping him above the opponent. You watched, delighted as Yuuji knocked the other man down. He sagged back as the man struggled to get back up.
His gaze flitted around the crowd, lighting up as he caught sight of you, his body straightening as he winked quickly at you. You grinned back, blowing him a kiss, laughing quietly as he unsubtly tried to do the same as the downed man got back up.
You heard the girls behind you squeal, clearly thinking the kiss was meant for them. You pouted, knowing how many fan girls your boyfriend had, not even holding it against them. He was good, and he was hot, which was a bonus.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't hear the sickening crack from the ring, only the gasps of the girls behind you. Your head shot up, eyes widening as you watched blood drip from Yuuji's nose. Shit. That looked bad.
You almost leapt out your seat, forcing yourself to stay still as Yuuji gave you a signal letting you know he was fine and could continue, a little tilt of his head in your direction. Your chest eased a little, still worried about the sheer amount of blood pouring out his face. You gripped your knees as you tilted a little forward in your seat, burning up with the urge to jump in and smother your boyfriend in love.
The match ending quickly after that, Yuuji swiftly taking the man down, the blood having momentarily stopped. You leapt up as the crowd screeched with cheers, dashing through the hordes of people to get to Yuuji. He was doing the same, jumping over the ring's boundary to scoop you up by the waist, dipping you into a deep kiss.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, melting into him, teasingly swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. Yuuji groaned into your mouth before remembering where the pair of you were, pulling back slightly. You grinned against his mouth, eyes half-lidded, "You won."
Yuuji smirked, "Of course I did, I'll always win for you." You kissed him again, his fingers sinking into your hair and holding you against him. He pulled back again with a small pout, "Do I still get my kisses?" You rolled your eyes, "Big baby." He just pouted pulling away fully, lacing his fingers through yours.
You looked a little dishevelled, face warm and hair a mess from from where Yuuji had sunk his fingers into it. You caught sight of the girls behind your seat looking shocked, mouth agape and you fought the urge to stick your tongue out at them, that's right. Yuuji was your boyfriend. You just turned back to Yuuji as the crowd pressed in, all eager to touch and yank at Yuuji, now it was clear he wasn't occupied by you.
Yuuji quickly turned on his heel and ran, pulling you with him.
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The two of you burst into breathless laughter as you shut the door to Yuuji's private room, fingers squeezed together. Yuuji dropped onto the beat-up couch in the corner of the room, pulling you into his lap.
Immediately, you grabbed his face, tilting him every which way to examine his nose. Yuuji grumbled, not pleased that you were manhandling him, but letting you examine him.
You sighed as you poked his nose and he flinched harshly. He whacked your hand away lightly, "Don't poke me, it hurts…But it's not broken, just sore," he whined, head tipping back into the couch cushions. You got off his lap, leaving him to whine, and went to get a wet towel.
You came back, plonking yourself on Yuuji's spread thighs, gently wiping the dried, flaky blood off his face. He hissed in pain, even under your careful touch. You tossed the dirty rag to the side, pulling him into a soft kiss, "Good job."
Yuji leaned up into you, hands firmly on your hips, pulling you closer. Your fingers tangled with his messy pink hair, arching into the kiss. The two of you melted into each other, losing yourselves in your love.