Harrison Osterfield One Shots and Imagines

Locker-room shenanigans

Warning: smut, explicit content

Did you hate him? Yes.

You hated Harrison osterfield with all the burning passion you had. Just because he was good at boxing, and always won all the matches, did not make him a god, but he believed otherwise. He acted like he was the best thing that happened to the humankind since the invention of wheel. His cockiness however was not the only reason that made you hate him. It's the first encounter you had with him.

You had just started training. Harrison had years of experience in boxing, having started at a young age. You on the other hand were in it just for self defense. You were not exactly looking to become a boxer. When you saw him for the first time, you were impressed. But that feeling went away as soon as he saw you training and sauntered towards you.

"Hey Lisha, who's this?"

Lisha, the girl who was your trainer, flirtatiously smiled at him, "this is the new student. It's her first day."

You had stopped trying to punch the bag and were breathing heavily. Harrison smirked.

"Out of shape, posture is all wrong, and scrawny, are you sure you are at the right place?" he chuckled at you, before winking at Lisha and walking away.

His comments made you feel like your head was on fire. "Who the fuck is that jerkass and where does he get off thinking he is the king?" you angrily asked Lisha. She shook her head, lips pursed, trying to hide her smile.

"That is Harrison. He is the best boxer in here. I've never seen him loses a match. Also he is damn sexy." She looks at him longingly.

"Yeah well he is an asshole." You concentrate on the punching bag again, imagining that it was the perfect face of Harrison.

It has been six months since that day. You completely threw yourself into training every day. Lisha said that for a complete beginner, it was incredibly surprising how fast you improved. Very soon you started knocking her out whenever you two got into the ring. You told yourself that it was because you actually liked it and it was making you stronger. But some little part of your mind kept nagging you how it might be because you want Harrison to think you are good. You always dismissed that part of your brain, but it reared its head back every couple of days.

It was a slow day for you so you decided that you'd pop in for a quick work out. You called in Lisha asking if she will be there, but she had a date. So you decided that you'd just go in and train for a bit alone. After all you don't really need a trainer at your back for punching a bag.

The place was almost empty, only a couple of people around. You say hi to a few people before making your way to a corner and get ready to work out the frustration out of your body. Just before you were about to place your first punch, you hear his voice again.

"Well, look who it is!" he appears in your view, walking up to hold the punch bag you were using. Perfect, you thought, he should bring his face close enough so that you can break his nose. "What are you going to do? Pulverize the punching bag? Standing like that?" he laughs, before coming to stand behind you, putting his hands on your hips, he gently nudges your feet with his, "just like that, yes. You'll be putting more power into your punch like this."

You on the other hand were feeling wildly confused. You hated him right? Then why were you feeling all sorts of butterflies and moths and grasshoppers in your stomach? It felt as if the temperature had suddenly increased, and you could just feel the blush creeping up from your neck to your cheeks.

Despite all that, you successful threw the punch, and were surprised to find that the stance actually helped you to put more power behind your punch. Harrison however made a little annoyed sound behind you.

"What the hell is that girl teaching you? Did she not teach you how to use your hips properly?" he sighed, clearly annoyed. Once again his hands were on your hips, "this is how you move it. Put the weight behind the punch. Remember, you are not punching your just your hand, but your entire upper body. Use that power." Did his hands linger a little longer this time? You dismissed your thoughts. Why would his hands linger?

His instructions were incredibly useful though. Being an amazing boxer probably counts for something, you thought at you continued with your training. He didn't leave, just took a seat nearby and kept staring at you.

"Can I help you?" you asked, exasperated. Not that you minded him looking at you. But the confusing emotions were getting too distracting.

"nope." He says, popping the "p". You try to get back to punching the bag but once again felt yourself getting distracted by him

"You know what thank you for the tips you just gave me. But if you don't mind can you go and do your stuff cause I'm kind of working out something here." You gestured from you to the punching bag.

"What are you working out by mercilessly punching something? Frustration?" he grins, that little shit.

"You know what? Just go and fuck yourself." You almost yell out in frustration, barely controlling yourself. But when you look around, it was only you two and another elderly lady at the far end of the room.

"Why don't you fuck me, you coward? It's a better way of working out frustration." He smirks at you. That damn smirk.

You have no clue what went through your mind, but soon enough you were dragging him by the front of his shirt into the empty locker room. By the look on his face you could tell he was hiding his surprise.

Slamming him onto the back of the lockers, you raised yourself on your tippy-toes to kiss him, and were picked up to match his height. The kiss was anything but gentle. Months of pent up frustration made the kiss a hot mess. A mess, but hot enough to make you whimper, needing more. Tapping his hands until he let you down. Once on your feet, you looked pointedly at the sleeveless t-shirt he was wearing, and said "off with that."

"bossy." He smiled but took off the shirt. The abs were so defined that your mouth almost watered. You wanted to spend at least an hour kissing and sucking on his torso alone, but didn't have enough time sadly.

Taking of your shirt, you capture his mouth once again, holding him by the back of his neck. Pulling him to sit on one of the benches you straddle him. His mouth trails down to your jaw line to the neck, gently nibbling and kissing along, probably marking you. You pull at his hair to bring his face back in front of you. "Is this all you know? May be you're just all talk." You tease, seeing his face change from amusement to surprise.

"oh-hoho, you shouldn't have said that." He laughs, and before you know anything, you are on your feet standing up once again, and he is kneeling in front of you. "We don't need these." He takes off your shorts and panties in one swift motion, helping you step out from them. He rubs two fingers up and down your slit "mmh, wet, so deliciously wet." And with that he dives right in, his mouth attaches itself to your clit, sucking and nibbling, without even giving you a chance to breath. His tongue knows stuff, you think to yourself as he increases his ministrations on your clit, adding another finger to the two finger already pumping in and out of you. Ruthlessly working you, he brings you to an earth-shattering orgasm soon enough. It hit you so hard that he had use another hand to hold you up, your legs shaking so badly.

Once done, he stands back up, "still want to know what else I know?" he quietly whispers in your ear, gently kissing your earlobe.

"If you want to tell me?" you smile at him, wanting more, hoping for more.

"Hmm, not here. Get dressed, let's go." He picks up your discarded shirt and hands it to you.

"Where?"

"Baby, I've been waiting for this day since the first day I saw you. I'm not going to fuck you in a smelly locker room. If we are doing this we are doing this right way, and the right way includes you and me and a bed, and enough time to do all the things I've been wanting to do to you for a long time. Get ready. I'll be waiting outside for you." with that he puts on his own shirt, gathers his stuff and kisses you before leaving the locker room. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and sweet, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

As fast as you can, you change your cloths and gather your stuff, making your way out of the gym. You couldn't wait to get to know him more and what other skills he has!