Thunder Thighs ( Osamu Miya x OC)

Chapter- 4 The Bar

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Osamu leaned forward on the bar and called out in a playful yet monotone voice, "hey darlin, can I get yer number?"

"You can get my motha fock'n foot up y-" Lilith's furious tirade was cut off when she saw who was sitting up at her bar.

Osamu smirked at her. "Sorry, but I don't have a foot fetish, so I think I'll have to pass on have'n yer feet up my anything."

Now it was not fair. In no shape form or fashion was it fair how freaking good Osamu Miya looked. The dark lighting of the bar rolled over his angular features casting shadows across those thunder-grey eyes that practically glowed with sinful intent. That tiny smirk dancing across his full lips was making her dry spell feel practically nonexistent because she was getting embarrassingly wet. Those biceps were wrecking her panties faster than should be legal. His black t-shirt clung to his broad rounded chest, but across his bulging biceps, it was practically a second skin.

Quick as a whip, Lilith hid her arousal from the man that was hunting her sashaying form by laughing, "I don't know. I've gotten quite a few offers for foot pics recently. Maybe I got some amazing toes that'll give you a kink you never knew you had."

"Trust me, I know exactly what my kinks are."

Lilith paused. She had been making a drink for the regular down at the end of the bar, but hearing Osamu Miya practically purr that sentence at her, she turned to look at him. Osamu's face was perfectly blank aside from those eyes that were smiling at her. She finished Jim's drink and handed it off to Hanamaki to deliver before walking up to where Osamu was sitting.

When she put her hands on the bar and leaned in like he was, she could feel the sensual energy Osamu was charging the air with.

"Did you mean to make your voice that deep when you said that, or are you always walking around sounding that husky?"

"I couldn't tell ya since I don't think my voice falls into the husky category. Ain't that usually reserved for the tall dark and handsome Fabio's from you ladies's romance novels and shit?"

"Couldn't tell ya," she eyed him like the tall dark and handsome fucker he was, "I prefer to experience the real thing instead of reading about it."

In a moment of uncharacteristic curiosity, Osamu asked, "ya? What does yer boyfriend think of you flirt'n with me instead of being at home giving him the real thing?"

"Well if my imaginary boyfriend paid all my bills, put food on the table, and gave me a better orgasm than my vibrator can, then maybe I'd give a shit about his opinion."

Osamu's dick twitched to life. He had been fighting getting hard ever since he saw her black lacie underwear digging into her soft hips, but seeing Lilith getting visibly aroused by matching his blunted form of flirting was making it impossible not to imagine ripping down her pants and eating her out until she cums enough time to make her swear off any sex toy aside from him.

Before she got herself in trouble with the Morality Council, Lilith leaned off the bar and asked, "what about you pretty boy, where's your little miss priss?"

Osamu's laugh wasn't loud, but it was raspy and made her think about feeling that sound rumbling through his chest as she rode his cock. "Sorry, but there is no little miss priss."

"Yeah?" She went to pour more drinks as she teased, "What's your damage? Why is a man like you single?"

"'A man like me'." Osamu leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "What does that mean?"