[F4M] Going a Round with the Boxer (gentle version)

Title: Going A Round with the Boxer

Author: /u/PaleGrate

Tags for gentler version: [F4M][Female Boxer][Tomboy][Abs for days][Shy Coach][Romance][Training Session][Gentle Fdom][Teasing][Blowjob][Riding][Cowgirl][Creampie][Short Aftercare]

Premise: Ever since you were a child, fighting has been in your blood. Your rowdiness has always a problem around everybody growing up, and so your parents set you up to become a boxer to properly deal with your aggressive nature. Naturally, you were a prodigy, and so you’ve set a course to become a professional boxer. You’ve got a hard personality, you’re taller than most, and you’ve got a body where “well-built” would be an understatement. You set out an ad for a trainer, and initially your first candidate was not what you’ve expected. Shy, reserved, shorter than you, and definitely not as ripped, he’s certainly not the ideal image of a boxing coach. Still, he has served you quite well, and your amateur career in boxing has been successful thanks to him. Over the past couple of weeks, the bond between the two of you has grown, and today, your training session ends up a little more heated than usual…

There are two different versions of this script. This one is more gentler and slow-paced than one might expect out of a boxer, but the way it was written was to keep it easy on the part of the reader. If you think you can handle a more feistier version of this script, a link to the rough version is available to peruse on the Reddit post. Both scripts, however, features a varying amount of fdom. Change, mix and match the two scripts however way you want, just be sure to give me credit c:

All characters portrayed are 18 or older. This audio script is a fantasy written by an adult and was made for adults only.

[Brackets indicate sound effects]

*Stars indicate listener responses*

(Parentheses indicate tone, mood, or direction of line)

Location: In a boxing gym, fitted with a ring and standard gym equipment.

Script:

[sound of punching bag being hit, along with voice efforts]

[chain rattling, punching stops]

-	Whew! Shit. Talk about a workout. We finally taking a break, coach? C’mon, let’s sit in the ring.

*listener nods*

-	[exhausted] Heh. Damn. You’re really pushing me today. [drinking water] We won the last circuit a while ago, why we still going so hard?

*listener explains*

-	Hey, I get it, you want me to get better, but did you know there’s this magical thing called “letting up”? At the rate you want me to go, my abs are gonna get abs.

-	[drinking water] Still, I appreciate your dedication. Can’t imagine anyone else training me except you.

-	(catching herself) I mean… you’re a good coach, setting up all these regiments for me, and taking the time out of your day to push myself.

*listener responds*

-	(laughing) Yeah, I know I hired you to do all that, smartass, I’m speaking to you from the heart here!

-	What I’m trying to say is that even though you’re a small pint, you know your shit. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever asked you after all this time… how come you know so much about this stuff even though you don’t box?

*listener explains*

-	(solemnly) So that’s why, huh? Sorry to hear about that. It’s tough when you can’t follow your dreams because of some stupid injury.

-	(consolingly) But hey, look at it this way. You stood up for yourself again. Instead of wasting away useless in some shithole, you decided to put what you know to help others. Like me!

*listener looks at you sadly*

-	Hey, don’t give me those puppy-dog eyes. Like I said, you’re doing great. You’re a really talented coach. You might not look the part, but you always know how to push a girl to her limits.

*listener responds*

-	(nervously) Whoops, didn’t, uh… mean it like that.

-	Hey, did I ever tell you about why I wanted to be a boxer?

*listener responds*

-	Guess we never had the time these past few months. It’s, uh, a boring story anyway, can’t be fucked to bother telling you it.

*listener disagrees*

-	(laughing) Alright, alright, you don’t need to threaten me with more reps. I’ll tell you, but like I said, it’s pretty shitty.

-	[reminiscing] I was always a pretty rowdy kid growing up. As soon as I entered pre-school, I punched the first kid that made fun of my height. The amount of times I got suspended because I got in a fight in elementary school was… well, it was a lot. My old folks weren’t exactly thrilled about my “violent tendencies.”

-	I was a sad sack picking fights, until one day in my freshman year of high school, this famous boxer chick comes in and presents herself our PE class. Goddamn, she was so passionate about it, wouldn’t shut the fuck up at all. But she singled me out that day. Not in a bad way, no, one look at me and she saw all the shit I got myself into. (slightly tearful) And she praised me for it. She said she saw potential.

-	I don’t know if it was her enthusiasm or if my head finally got knocked too many times, but she got me thinking. I always knew about boxing, but I figured I never got the patience for it. Every time I caught my dad watching a match, I only ever saw dudes duking it out.

-	And then a WOMAN comes out of nowhere to my class telling everyone how fan-fucking-tastic her life was ‘cuz she managed to train hard and make it big in a sport I thought was only for guys. I remember thinking, “if she could do this shit, then what’s to stop me from trying?” Heh, got into the school boxing club as the only girl there. They cleaned up my act a bit. Grades started getting better, and I could finally walk around the school for more than five feet without punching someone. Even got into the cheer squad for a bit before I decided that wasn’t a fun side-gig.

*listener responds*

-	(laughing) Yeah, I cheered for a little, asshole. Left ‘cuz the captain was a bitchy queen bee. Anyways…

-	After graduation, I figured I tried to start my career doing local circuits around the city. Didn’t want to rely on my old high school coaches to keep training me so I ran an ad for help. And that’s when I met you.

-	I still had doubts about myself and whether I could make it legit or not. But you believed in me. Right from the get-go. Didn’t matter if you weren’t 100% or not. You were there, and that’s all that mattered.

-	Point is if anyone tells you aren’t fucking badass, let me know so I can beat the shit out of them.

-	Heh. Although, you act pretty shy for a trainer. I can’t remember the last time you talked to anyone else but me. (laughing) Remember when that one rich chick came to the gym and wouldn’t stop flirting with you? You were redder than a tomato that day!

*listener becomes flustered*

-	(amused) You so were! Right from your toes to your cute little head!

*listener denies, poorly*

-	(laughing) There! Exactly like that! I should take a picture!

*listener retorts*

-	(amused) Oh, really? Four more sets just for that, huh? Make me, shrimp. [chuckles]

*listener responds*

-	[sarcastically] Oh, no, you’re right! The fame is getting to my head. Another rising star’s boxing career ruined by her ego! What will my millions of rabid adoring fans think? All her weaknesses exposed to the public!

*listener responds*

-	Heh, what do you mean I actually have a “weakness”? You seen my biceps, right? They ain’t weak.

*coy response from the listener*

-	Come closer? (nervously) Okay, I’m close, what are you—

*listener touches you*

-	[girly squeal, and a brief giggle] No, please… [laughing] Stop! You… Motherfucker, I mean it, don’t… touch me there!

-	[laughter fades, followed by a pissed/impressed/amused tone] Oh, you did NOT just tickle me right now…

-	Okay. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh, coach? (standing up with effort) You just earned yourself…

-	[a grunt, followed by a tackle and a slam onto the canvas floor] A tackle! Hahaha, you should see the look on… [slow realization] your… face…

*listener is breathing haggardly*

-	[panicking] Oh, shit, coach! Hey, hey… breathe! Shit… I’m sorry, I forgot, you’re… Fuck! Listen to me, just… hold on, I’ll get hel-

*listener rights themselves, reassures you*

-	(tearfully) You’re okay? Oh, Christ… I-I’m sorry, I… shouldn’t have done that. I was just being stupid; I didn’t mean to… Come here, please…

*listener hugs you*

-	(closer, still tearful) For a second, I thought I really hurt you… I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if I… if I lost you because of me…

*a moment of silence*

-	(quietly) Hey, coach. Mind if you stop hugging me for a sec, so I can tell you something?

-	I just… look, after all this, I want to punch myself in the face for… well, tackling you obviously, but also for not telling you something that’s been on my mind for a while now.

-	Ever since we won that last tournament, I’ve… been thinking of you as more than just my coach, or my friend. It’s not just that you helped me win it, it’s just… everything about you is just so sweet, and kind, and caring.

-	You taught me to be more than just a dumb sack of muscle that punches things wildly, you taught me how to be stronger physically and emotionally and I… almost messed up everything about us in one moment. I really hope you can forgive—Hmm? Oh!

[surprised noise, followed by gentle kissing]

-	[dreamily] I guess that means you do? Does that also mean that you want to be with me? (giggle)

*listener responds positively*

-	Perfect. Heh, maybe I should’ve tackled you sooner. Here, let me do it again…

[more kissing, gradually getting more intense, then a sudden stop]

-	Oh, God… is that, er, you down there?

-	I was so lost in the moment, I’d forgotten I was straddling you.

*listener responds*

-	Hmm? You don’t mind me being on top? Heh. I’d say I’m surprised but thinking about it now…

-	Wow, damn, I don’t wanna pressure you or anything but… that’s really hard, uh, down there. May I…? If it’s okay with you, I mean.

-	[peck] Don’t worry about anything. You think I fell for you expecting you to be good at sex right off the bat? I got you, okay?

-	I’m just gonna… [unzipping sound] unzip this and… woah. Shit. All for me? (giggling) You shouldn’t have…

-	(seductively) I know this isn’t the most comfortable place for this, but I swear you’re gonna feel good all the same, babe…

[gentle sucking sounds, go as long as you want and feel free to improv]

-	{optional lines inbetween breaths}
•	Mmm… heh, guess this is one way to know you been eating healthy…

•	Need me to slow down? No? Good, because I wasn’t going to.

•	Shit, I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile, too…

•	Fuck, I’m glad you’re enjoying this right now, ‘cause I certainly am…

-	Hey, you’re not close already, are you?

-	Mmm, ‘cuz as fun as it is watching your eyes roll back every time I do [suck] this… I think we switch it up a bit, hmm?
[sounds of positions being shifted]

-	Where do you want me? [kiss]

*listener responds*

-	Cowgirl, it is. Let me just go ahead and [clothes rustling, with effort] let the girls out for you…

-	Haha, I know they’re not super big, but that isn’t where you’re staring at, huh? These abs are all for you, coach… (whispering) Don’t you forget it.

-	Ready for your training? I’m putting it in. I’ll go slow for you, okay? Not too much pressure [effort and penetration] on you, holy shit… That feels good!

*listener breathes haggardly again, though with less intensity than before*

-	[slowly] Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. [peck] I’m right here, like I said, I’m not going to go fast on you…

*listener responds positively*

-	Oh? That actually feels amazing, huh? (giggling) Well, if that’s the case, just lie back and enjoy.

-	I’ve got you, go at your own pace…

-	[improv to orgasm, optional lines below]
•	Let me know when to slow down… seems like you don’t want to…

•	Getting handsy, huh? Am I gonna have to pin you down? Heh, explore all you want…

•	Fuck me, it feels good… totally worth the wait…

•	I’m not too heavy for you, am I? Shit, don’t answer that… I already know…

-	I can feel you getting close… I know we’ve been pacing ourselves but… fuck, feel free to speed it up…

-	Yes, shit, push it deep, I’m almost there, too! Fuck, give it all to me!

[climax, moment of respite, followed by an intense kiss]

-	[heavy breathing] Fuck. Talk about a workout, huh? Don’t think I could do anymore, coach, heh…

-	[exasperated but happy] Huh? What’s with that loo—Oh. Right. Today’s a safe day, you’re good. Good thing, too, you gave me a fuckton of it…

-	That was amazing. You were amazing. Shit, I’m too tired for words, c’mere and kiss me.

-	[kissing] God, you’re perfect. I’m glad you took in this mess of a fighter, babe. I could take on the next couple of tournaments easy as long as you’re with me…

-	Heh, okay, enough with the sappy shit. Let’s, uh, clean up the ring, and head back to your place. We’re gonna go celebrate.

-	*listener responds, confused*

-	(laughing) Not a match, dumbass. Us. That’s victory in of itself, no?

-	[peck] C’mon, tiger. It’s you and me. Let’s show the world what we’re made of.

[end]