billie eilish imagines

boxing coach*

gxg
billie dom

y/n pov:
"4,3,2," billie's voice was loud in my head as i hit the pads she was holding. "double jab, remember to breathe y/n," she commanded. i punched the pads with power, before quickly bringing them back to their position in front of my face. she circled around me, occasionally throwing punches for me to defend.

"good," she dragged out in praise, as i blocked an incoming hook to the side of my head. my arms ached as i threw endless jabs and crosses at her pads.
"can we take a break?" i panted, throwing my glove-covered hands down helplessly. i hunched over, trying to catch my breath. if i knew my boxing coach was this harsh, i would've never started the sport in the first place.
"we just started," she laughed, punching me harmlessly in my stomach. billie was a great coach, but she loved to test my limits and leave me a wreck after our sessions.
"yea, and i'm already sweating," i took off my boxing gloves and wiped my forehead with the back of my palm. billie dropped the pads carelessly to the floor, and grabbed my water bottle before tossing it to me. i caught it and unscrewed the cap, before bringing it to my lips and chugging nearly half of it.

"woah, slow down with that." she walked up to me gently taking the bottle away from me. "we don't want you throwing up here," she chuckled. she screwed the top on again and set the plastic down next to the pads. "you're getting sloppy again." i let out an exaggerated sigh, watching her as she ran her fingers through her black hair. the sight was enough to make me pass out, if i wasn't so close to already doing so. "you're not extending your arm enough when you throw your jab, and you're landing it too low. you don't twist your foot enough when you throw your cross after the jab, and that messes up your balance. you're standing with your feet too close together y/n, and it's ruining your performance."

"thanks, " i rolled my eyes, picking up my gloves from the floor. "got anything nice to say?" she let out an airy laugh, walking closer to me.

"you have good speed y/n, but your technique gets worse when you focus on being fast. so what if you have good speed? your technique is sloppy and it doesn't have the same effect. " her warm smile made her harsh words seem a little bit less bitter, but they stung nonetheless. "put the gloves down," she nodded towards the mitts in my hand. the landed with all of our other belongings. i looked up at her with a blank expression. "oh don't give me that face, y/n. you're a strong, determined woman. i've seen so much progress in you ever since you first walked through those doors," she said. never looking away from me as she pointed to the set of doors in the gym. "i know i'm harsh on you, but it's only for your benefit. you're doing so much better than any of my other students and i'm really proud of you," she put a comforting hand on my shoulder, pushing me playfully. her words were firm, but i couldn't help but blush at her praise. i could tell she pretended not to notice, and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ear. she motioned to me to stand with my feet shoulder width apart, gripping my thigh to guide my right leg back.
"this is your stance," she circled behind me, her hand never leaving my skin as she rested it in its new position; my hip. her other hand went to the back of my arm, guiding it forward. her breath tickled the back of my neck.

"and this, is your jab, make sure you extend like this every time," her voice was hoarse as she pressed her front flush to my back, urging me to extend my arm as far as it could go in a punch. a noise similar to a squeak escaped from far down my throat, as she reached my forearm with her fingertips. my heart raced so fast i thought it was going to run away. the gentle touch was able to bring a series of reactions rushing through my body, the most prominent being the wetness that had already started pooling in my panties since the class first started. billie must've noticed my erratic state, and i felt her presence leave my close proximity as she let out a breathy giggle.

"good, now throw your cross,"  she said, her voice silky. i blinked my hazy vision back to normal, before shakily bringing back my left arm and extending my right one. she tsked, tapping the back of my thigh as a reminder to twist my foot. "remember to twist your foot. it shifts your balance and helps you come back with more power on your next punch."
i almost whined when she left me completely, going to fetch her pads and my gloves.