👏let👏me👏thigh👏ride👏muriel👏 We know his thighs are large and I wanna fucking ruin myself on them
okay so I’ve been sick these past 5 days and everything fic/hc that I’ve posted was written last week and queued, so I thought I would take the chance to crack my knuckles, refresh my skill and share my thoughts on this specific situation:
Riding Muriel’s Thigh Headcanons 🏔
The first time you do it, you’re actually asleep
Muriel’s arms and legs are wrapped around you, his thigh lodged between yours
It’s early in the morning and he should definitely be up and beginning his day, but he can’t help himself, he wants to watch you sleep, wants to take in the sight of your face undisturbed by the worries of the world or whatever problem you’re trying to figure out
And it’s so wonderful, so peaceful, almost enough to keep him there forever
But then you let out a soft sigh, and your grip on his hair tightens a little, and you moan softly into his neck…and grind your hips against his thigh
He freezes at the movement, the slick heat of you still bare from last night’s activities. He looks down to check that you’re still asleep, and you are, and he thinks that maybe it was just you shifting in your sleep, or him mishearing things, or—
You move again. A quiet sigh, barely audible, and a slow rock of your hips against his thigh. The movement is lethargic, absentminded, like even if you were awake you might not realise you were doing it
Muriel’s cheeks are flushed red, and his cock is already twitching to life, curious and incredibly turned on as he watches you rock against him with soft sighs and moans and whispers, the wetness between your legs and on his thigh growing the further along you go
He watches, almost too scared to move or speak, as you work yourself toward your slowest orgasm and come all over his thigh
And it’s so different to when you’re awake that he isn’t quite sure you have at first, but then he spots the flush of your cheeks, the way your lip is caught between your teeth, how every muscle in your body coils and then softness, melting into the mattress as you fall back into your deep sleep
It takes him a few minutes, and the sun has cracked the horizon by the time he does, but he eventually manages to extricate himself from you and start his day, unable to stop thinking about the show you unknowingly gave him
A few days later he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it, but he also hasn’t asked you about it
It’s late in the evening, with Inanna curled up in front of the fire, and the two of you half-asleep on the floor beside her
He turns to kiss your head, and in response you seek his lips for your own, a soft and languid and barely-lucid kiss as you both try to silently convince yourselves that you should move from the floor and into an actual bed
His hands smooth over your back, your hips, fingertips pressing firmly into the skin there, and you realise that he’s trying to move and pull you, and so you let him
He sits the two of you up, places you in his lap, and when his thigh wriggles its way between yours to press itself flush with your pussy, you open your eyes to find his curious stare
He watches as you process what he’s asking, or what he’s trying to, and of course you don’t remember your little performance the other morning but he certainly does, and he wants to see it again, wants to see you using his thighs and his powerful muscles to get yourself off, wants to see them used for pleasure instead of pain, for making you scream and cry and shake
When you begin rocking, his grip immediately tightens on you, almost bruising as he bites back a groan, but it doesn’t last for long
He’s practically purring, growling as you slide yourself along his thigh, using the rippling, bulging muscles there to press and rub your aching clit, whining and keening and pulling his hair as you go
He begins thrusting a little as your orgasm builds, as you begin to shake and your breathing turns uneven and you tilt your head back for his lips, his teeth grazing your pulse point, nipping at your jawline
When you come, shaking and shivering and screaming and sobbing, he pulls you into his body and locks you there, thrusting gently against your hip until he comes too, the sight and sound and feel of your wetness dripping down his thigh enough to send him over the edge
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