Thunder Thighs ( Osamu Miya x OC)

Chapter-9 Getting to the Bar

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"who knows maybe I'll even give you a taste tonight."

Osamu was practically ready to drag her fine ass into his truck and say fuck his friends, but he could already feel his phone vibrating with hundreds of texts from that god-forsaken group chat Bokuto and Kuroo had forced them all into. He and Suna kept leaving, and the dumbasses just kept creating new ones to entrap them once more.

"I'm head'n to a bar down the street, ya wanna tag along, princess?"

Lilith's smile was nothing short of flirty as she hummed coyly, "I'm already headed there."

Osamu's brows furred. "Huh?"

"The bar, one of your brother's teammates asked me to go today."

Osamu felt something akin to dark curiosity swirl around his mind. "Which one?"

He knew it shouldn't matter since he was supposed to not care about the beautiful woman hanging off his door, and due to his stubbornness, he wasn't ready to admit that he did in fact care a lot whether or not she was asked out as a friend or as...more.

"The big owl whose name I can't remember and Akaashi, I believe his name was, they told me about tonight!"

He never got to ask where the hell she had run into them because Lilith suddenly opened his door. Osamu let her haul herself up into his cab before he murmured, "what the fuck are ya doing?"

"To quote this pretty guy I know, 'I'm freez'n my dick off'."

Osamu's lips ticked up in an amused smile as he said, "if his accent sounds that fuck'n stupid, no wonder he's having to pay for hookers."

Lilith laughed as she put her knee on his seat and proceeded to crawl over his lap. "His accent is really hot. I just suck at impressions."

She could suck a lot of things from that position, but Osamu didn't slap her sizeable ass like he wanted to. He didn't grab ahold of her blonde hair and kiss her as he had dreamed about last night, and sadly he didn't rip down her pants to see what color of the thong was cupping that pussy that he knew would taste oh so sweet.

Unfortunately for us all, he didn't do any of that, he simply leaned back in his seat and let her crawl across him until the bundled-up woman crashed into the seat next to him.

As she tried to figure out how to untangle herself from her own jacket, Osamu discretely tucked his hardened cock into the waistband so that she didn't get an eyeful of the erection she had caused.

"Oh it is so warm in here," Lilith moaned as she shrugged out of her coat to reveal yet another shirt that was much too short.

Osamu ignored the way she leaned forward and spread her arms out over his console to feel the warm rumbling of his engine because it was causing her bright pink underwear to hang out of the back of her pants.

"Why do I always find ya walk'n everywhere? Do you own a car?" he asked in a desperate plea to distract himself.

"Yeah, I got an old truck name Bertha, but she guzzles gas like a prime-time porn star and mamma ain't got money to be paying for all that nonsense."

Was there a lot to unpack in that statement? Yes.

Did Osamu suddenly find himself wondering if he had a mommy kink? Yep! Because he most certainly would call her any version of mommy she wanted as long as she lets him suck on those big beautiful titties that were currently smashed up against his truck.