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boxing coach pt 2 *

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y/n pov:

"Jesus christ," billie breathed out, discarding of her boxing gloves hastily. I looked at her with confusion, wondering why she stopped so abruptly. I took off my own gloves unsteadily, giving her a sheepish look. The class had been going well so far, despite the thick tension that seemed to arise when I arrived at the gym. None of us said a word about the previous week's events, but from the way Billie remained extremely touchy with me said that they were far from forgotten.

"What?" I asked, shifting all my wight to my right leg.

"I cant keep doing this."

My mouth opened to respond, but I was quickly cut short when Billie stepped closer to me, grabbing my jaw harshly and smashing her lips onto mine. The action caught me off guard but I quickly reincorporated , kissing her with just as much passion. My gloves dropped to the ground as I linked my arms around her neck, bringing her closer to me. We were breathless, yet still made an effort to use whatever air we had left to make out in the middle of the rink. When Billie finally pulled away, gasping quietly for air, she rested her forehead on mine.
"Ive been thinking about doing that all week," she sighed out, running her thumbs over my cheeks. I smiled softly at her. She quickly turned around, letting out a choked cough.
"Fuck, I need my inhaler," she put a hand over her chest dramatically, hunched over the corner where her stuff was. I ran over to her quickly, grabbing her backpack.
"Is it in here?" I asked, rummaging through its contents. She nodded, her face durning impossibly paler as she slid down the wall to sit. I found the metal pump, quickly giving it to her. She shook it violently, taking a few deep breaths of the medicine. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly as her breathing returned back to normal.
"How are you a boxing coach with asthma?" I laughed, kneeling at her feet.
"You learn breath control," she started, bringing the inhaler back to her lips. "Respectively, I think you literally took my breath away." her statement made me break out in a fit of giggles,
"Youre so fucking corny," i pushed her shoulder playfully. She looked up at me, a hinting gleam in her eyes.

"Are you good at keeping promises?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I grinned, nodding quickly before grabbing her hand and pulling her up to her feet.

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"Fuck youre so hot," billie groaned, her grip on my waist tight. I pushed her deeper into her apartment. She fell when the back of her knees met her couch, bringing me with her. I connected our lips again, forcing my tongue into her mouth.

This was our weekly schedule now; a late night class on thursday, usually cut early due to billies inability to keep her hands to herself, followed by sex. After the class, then in the shower, and in the morning again.

Billies hands slid to my ass, grabbing handfuls of it, pulling me impossibly closer to her. She took of my shirt, and i helped her take off hers, before our lips met once again in a needy kiss. In a swift motion, she unclasped my bra, throwing it off somewhere on the floor. She groped by breasts, kneading them, rolling my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. I let out an involuntary moan, my hips rolling against her lap. My hands gripped the back of her neck, as I slowly kissed along her jaw, leaving dark marks as I made my way to the side of her neck. It amazed me how sharp her jawline was; she was actually so perfect. I nipped at the the skin, as she threw her head back giving me more access.
"No marks baby, please," she stuttered out.
"Oops," I laughed, pressing my lips to the purple bruise that was already starting to form. "Too late."
She groaned, closing her eyes when I sucked on her sweet spot. Although Billie put on tough demeanor, she was secretly a romantic, and to my surprise, extremely sensitive.
"I wanna go down on you," I whispered into her ear, right before kissing the spot right below it.
"God y/n," she started.
"Is that okay?" I teased, already escaping her tight hold on me and making my way down.
"Fuck, more than okay. Please," she nearly cried, briskly reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. I settled between her legs, kneeling on the floor. I gave her an innocent grin, slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts before pulling them down swiftly along with her panties. She lifted her hips, making it easier for me to take off the restricting fabric. I gripped her thighs, gently forcing them apart.
"You're so wet," I gushed, admiring the sight of her pink pussy, dripping with arousal. Billies hand went to grip the roots of my hair, forcing me closer to her core, the other one going up to grope her breast. Deciding not to waste anymore time, I licked a bold stripe along her folds, before teasing her clit with my tongue. I latched onto the bud, swirling my tongue in figure eights around it. She gasped, feeling the warmth of my tongue connect with her swollen heat.
"You're so good y/n, shit," she moaned, her grip on my hair tightening. My eyes lingered on her gorgeous state; head thrown back in pleasure, abs prominent as she strained against her couch, bucking her hips up to my my mouth. I sucked on her clit, grazing my teeth just enough so it wouldn't hurt. She masssaged her boob, pinching her nipple. "Such a good girl, baby," she blabbered. "My good girl, making me feel so good." I smiled agaisnt her, my tongue going down to circle around her entrance. I teased her, dipping it in, but never giving her the full satisfaction. I loved seeing her fall apart in my arms. My nose nudged against her clit, causing her to let out a string of curses.
"Use your fingers angel," she pleaded, her eyes squeezing shut. Slowly, I entered two digits inside her, pumping in and out as my mouth still worked her clit. She let out a loud moan, gripping my hair tighter. Her other hand, which long abandoned her tits, clawed at the couch, desperately finding something to hold on to as she neared the edge.
"Fuck, just like that y/n," she praised. "I'm so close baby, don't stop." I hummed appreciatively agaisnt her core, sending vibrations across her body as I continuously hit her g-spot. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers.
"Fuck!" she yelled, as her orgasm came crashing down on her. She arched her back, gripping onto the edge of the couch so hard her knuckles turned white. I went on with my actions, helping her ride out her orgasm, eagerly lapping up her cum as her pussy gushed around my fingers. Her mouth fell open into a silent 'o' as she recovered from her high, her chest heaving. She looked down at me with hooded eyes, her lips swollen. Her head fell back as she left out a lighthearted laugh. "So good," she breathed out, letting out a soft whimper at my attempt to clean her up with my tongue. She pushed my head away lightly.
"You're so sensitive," I giggled, slowly getting up. I hovered over her, leaning down to kiss her. She let out a throaty sound into my mouth as she tasted herself against my lips.
A quick wave of energy rushed over her, and she quickly picked me up, carrying me down the hall into her bedroom. I squealed, before she gently put me down on the bed, peppering kisses all over my top half.
"So pretty," she mumbled, taking one of my hardened nipples into her mouth. She suckled on it softly, before taking it between her teeth and releasing it. I bit my lip, suppressing the whines that threatened to leave my throat. "Take your pants off for me," she said softly, pushing herself off the bed. She went over to her closet, rummaging through it as I slipped off my pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor. When she returned, she adjusted the harness of the strap she had put on. I squirmed, taking in the sight. The woman before me was so. Fucking. Hot.

"Hands and knees angel," she cooed, motioning me to turn around. I obeyed, feeling my wetness on my thighs. "So pretty," she said, running her thumb along my slit. "And so wet for me," she trailed off, running my arousal over my pussy. My clit was aching for attention, and I helplessly bucked agaisnt her hand, desperate for some sort of friction. "Patience." Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of sternness in it, similar to when she's coaching me on the rink. I was beyond turned on.

I yelped, feeling her thumb dip into me from behind.
"Such a tight pussy," she groaned.
"Billie please," I whimpered, feeling the absence of her fingers. She laid a firm grip on my waist, aligning the toy with my entrance. She pushed the silicone into me with ease, allowing me to adjust to the size. "Fuck," I moaned at the girth.
"You okay?" She asked, threading her fingers through my hair.
"Mhm"
"Can I move?" She ran her hands over my sides reassuringly.
"Please."
She started with slow, gentle strokes, getting me used to the feeling. Soon she went faster,  her pace quickening as she hit all the good spots with every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the room. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit. Billie quickly noticed and slapped my hand away, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back. I moaned, feeling her circle my clit as she fucked me at a new angle. A high pitch moan left my mouth, as the dildo reached deep inside me, hitting my spot.
"Billie I'm gonna come," I warned, feeling the familiar knot form in my stomach.
"Already?" She chuckled, keeping her thrusts the same. She applied more pressure to my clit, rubbing it harshly. I cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, my limbs going numb as I approached my orgasm. "Come for me," she urged. My walls contracted around the silicone and before I knew it, my legs were shaking as I came all over the toy. My juices gushed out of my pussy, drenching the dildo with a cloudy slick as billie pounded into me mercilessly.
"Fuck Billie," I moaned, as she slowed down her movements. Her grasp on my wrists loosened, and I fell forward to the mattress, barely being able to hold myself up on my elbows.
"That's it, good girl," she said lowly, pulling out of me before bringing her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. I let out a shaky sigh, turning over to lay on my back. Billie stepped out of the harness, placing it on her dresser before climbing on the bed next to me. She lay on her side, propping herself up with one arm. She caressed my cheek, kissing me lovingly.
"How was that?" she questioned, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
"I don't think I'll be able to walk for the next few days," I laughed turning to my side so I was facing her.
"You're so pretty, you know," she said quietly, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from my face. I scoffed playfully, hiding my blush.

"We should stop the boxing classes," I blurted.
"What? Why?" Her face washed over with concern.
"I think we're getting too distracted," I avoided her piercing gaze, and instead went to trace the outline of her abs with my forefinger. She was so beautiful in every way, and was amazing at everything she did. I didn't know what I did to deserve her.
Her hand slipped between my thighs, rubbing the insides of them.

"Is that why you wanna stop? Is the sex bad?" She stressed.
"No it's not the sex, baby," her expression softened at the nickname. "It's just," I bit my tongue.
"What is it?"

"I love you," I whispered. She stiffened. "Shit I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said that but I just thought-"

"I love you too," she said quietly, breaking out into a smile. I gave her a blank stare, not believing my ears.

Slowly my lips curved upwards, and I could not stop grinning, even after she connected our lips in a passionate kiss. We laughed into each other's mouth, as Billie climbed over me. Her hand still resting between my legs, creeped up ghosting my pussy before cupping it sweetly.
"Maybe we shouldn't stop," I gasped against her lips, feeling her fingers slide into me.

She left a final kiss to my lips, before settling at the edge of the bed. Her head dipped between my open thighs, moments away from sending me to another euphoric orgasm.

"We definitely shouldn't."

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