#thigh riding

[puppycured]

and speaking of riding, i need to ride someone's thigh so bad rn. need to hump someone's leg til they feel me soaking through my boxers, desperate and needy and pawing at their chest to fuck me even though i'm grinding so hard against their leg already🫠

[miss-todobaku]

Bakugo loves—no, straight up begs—you to squish him with your thighs.

Bakugou has a completely unhinged, feral fixation on being absolutely crushed between your thighs. For all his loud-mouthed pride, the second you two are behind closed doors, he completely surrenders to the craving. He'll crawl down the mattress, his heavy, muscular chest sliding down between your knees until he's wedged perfectly between your legs. His large, heat-generating hands will grip the back of your thighs, dragging you forward so he can bury his face, neck, and shoulders directly into the thick, suffocating softness of your skin.

"Finally," he hisses, the word muffled against your inner thigh. "Don't just lie there... make yourself useful."

You let out a soft, teasing laugh, tracing your nails lightly down his spine. "Impatient as always, aren't you, Katsuki?"

If you tease him by keeping your legs relaxed, he completely loses his mind. A low, frustrated growl vibrates right against your inner thigh, his breath boiling hot against your skin as he nuzzles deeper, trying to force his way into your warmth. His calloused fingers dig in deep, squeezing your hips just to anchor himself as he aggressively rubs his face against you, completely intoxicated by the scent and the heavy weight of your body trapping him.

"Stop fucking around," he snaps, though the growl is laced with a desperate, whiny edge. "I'm not doing this for my health. Lock 'em, damn it! I want to feel you everywhere."

You smirk, shifting your weight to hold him just a little bit tighter. "And if I don't feel like it yet?"

He lets out a harsh, jagged breath, his hands sliding up to grip your waist with bruising intensity. "Then I'll make you," he growls, eyes flashing up at you with raw, unfiltered hunger. "Stop teasing and just crush me, damn it!"

Hearing his pride completely crumble into desperate begging is the most addictive part. Katsuki doesn't beg for a single damn thing in his life, but when he's locked tight between your legs, he turns completely helpless. He'll wrap his powerful arms around your waist, pinning himself to you while his voice breaks into a ruined, breathless rasp against your skin: "Squeeze me, dammit. Don't fucking let up—just lock your legs and crush me."

As you finally comply, tightening your hold, his head falls back against the mattress, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a broken, needy sound. "Yeah... just like that," he gasps, his hands sliding up to grip your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "Don't you dare let go. Keep me trapped... keep me right where I belong." He drives himself even deeper into the squeeze, demanding you choke him out with your thighs until he's completely breathless and trembling under your power.

[masoscr]

laughing at and humiliating me while i desperately ride ur thigh, just slow and needy …

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[buckybsdoll]

strawberries and chocolate

summary: bucky can't get high and you're too high — needy and hot and clinging to him until he's buried between your thighs, moaning into you like it's the only high he'll ever need.

pairing: roommate!bucky barnes x fem!reader | word count: 1.9k warnings: weed, high sex, smut, finger sucking, thigh-riding, oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight foodplay but not really, bucky is a munch prompt: strawberries and chocolate - day 5 of @pinksplace & @wildflowersandvibranium galentine's event

"Can I try some of that?" Bucky gestures towards the joint you'd been smoking, leaning against the frame of the window you were sitting on.

You're sitting comfortably on the window seat, in a pair of sleep shorts and one of Bucky's sweaters. You'd become accustomed to stealing his clothes slowly —asking to "borrow" a t-shirt or a sweater — before they slowly ended up in your laundry.

There had been a cold breeze coming in from where you had the window cracked open to let out the smoke.

"I thought you can't get high? Because of the serum?" You're passing the joint over to him anyway, a little absentminded.

"I can't get drunk. It's probably the same with this but I just want to see." Bucky takes a drag, exhaling slowly.

You're already high out of your mind, muscles relaxed and body loose. Everything feels heightened. You're too warm. Too needy. The sight of his lips wrapped around the joint, exhaling soft and slow sends heat curling low in your stomach.

You shake off the thought, jumping down from the window.

You go over to the kitchen, picking up the bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate you had put there earlier — settling onto the couch as Bucky takes a few more drags, before putting the joint out.

"Feel anything?"

"Nothing." Bucky groans before flopping onto the couch next to you, letting his head fall to your shoulder.

He's close. Too close.

God, he smells so good.

He's so warm and big and right there. Your skin tingles with desire so strong, it hurts.

You dip a strawberry into the melted chocolate before bringing it to your mouth.

You let out an exaggerated moan, eyes rolling back.

"Fuck these are so good, they taste even better when you're high."

Bucky gives you a look that says thanks for rubbing it in my face and you laugh before eating another.

The chocolate coats the inside of your mouth, the sweetness mixed with the freshness of the berries.

"Mm, I could eat these forever. Like can I eat strawberries and chocolate forever?"

Bucky looks over at you, eyes going dark as you let out another moan. He hates the way his dick twitches. Hates himself for being turned on simply by the sound of your voice. God, here you were, trying to have a relaxing evening, eating your strawberries and he's getting hard at the sounds you're making like a fucking pervert.

Little does he know the way your pussy is already throbbing for him — you're too high, it's too much. And he's so big.

Your heart is beating unbearably fast.

Yeah, you may have smoked a tad too much. Okay, more than a tad.

You need something to hold onto, to ground you.

You climb into Bucky's lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. He inhales sharply, arm already wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

"Bucky, I'm too— I think I smoked too much—"

"S'okay doll, m'here, what do you need?" His hand pushes the hair out of your face and you lean into his touch like it's the only keeping you tethered to the earth — because it is.

"Need pressure. Need you." Your voice is muffled against his neck as you shift on his lap to be closer to him. Bucky's heart stutters at the way you lean into him, the way you trust him.

"And more strawberries." You pull back from his neck, reaching for the bowl.

Bucky laughs softly, shaking his head before passing it to you.

You eat a few more, head resting against his chest as he draws soothing circles into your hip. Or, it should be soothing but anything he does just makes you need him more —makes the desire crawl down your spine and settle at the base. You feel as though you can hear your pussy throbbing. As though he can hear it.

The air is thick with tension, every breath he takes brushing over the skin of your neck, every touch making you light up, your fingers itching to wrap around him, lips tingling like you can already taste him.

You shift on his lap again and—

Oh. Oh.

Your clit catches just right on the hem of your shorts and you have to bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.

Bucky hears the short gasp, feels the way your fingers tighten in his shirt and tries to think about anything but the way you'd grip his hair while he fucked you.

"Want to try some?" You're holding a strawberry out to him, dipped in chocolate.

Bucky nods slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

You should pass it to him. Should get off his lap and go to your room.

Instead, you slowly inch your hand closer to his mouth, watching as his lips wrap around it, taking a bite and closing his eyes.

"Good?"

"Mhm." Bucky can't think. Your face is so close to his. You're so warm and soft and trusting. And you're sitting on his lap.

Your thumb comes to the corner of his mouth, wiping off a bit of chocolate that had escaped. You bring your thumb to your mouth — slow, sinful.

Bucky's hands tighten on your waist. He unknowingly pushes you down onto his lap harder. You gasp as pleasure rushes through you.

"What was that?" Bucky's eyes are dark, pupils dilated as he watches you intently, hands dropping to your hips without realizing.

You can't help it now, can't hold back, pushing your hips down onto his lap to chase friction.

"Bucky I— I need you, please. Everything's too much. I need— "

Your words are cut off by a loud moan when Bucky pushes his thigh up between your legs, guiding your hips down onto him.

"Fuck doll, you have no idea what you do to me." He kisses you then, hard and hot — all tongue and teeth and pure desperation.

He moves you so you're straddling his thigh, pulling your sweater off to find you bare underneath.

"You walking around naked under my sweater, all wet and needy for me?" His fingers come to play with your nipples as you grind yourself against his thigh.

You're gasping already — pleasure rolling through you as you grind down harder.

"Need you Bucky— can't— can't stop." Your hips roll over him again and again and again.

"Fuck baby, don't need to stop, just use me, use me, ride my thigh all pretty. That's it. Good girl."

Bucky's never been this hard — hand coming to palm at himself as the metal one grips your hip, pushing you down onto him.

Bucky shifts his weight and his thigh flexes in the process. It hits you right where you need it, your head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"Fuck Buckyy, mmph-"

"You like that baby?"

You nod against his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably at the feel of your clit rubbing against his leg. You're soaked, dripping through your shorts until you're sure he can feel it too.

He does it again and again and again.

Until you're clenching and whining, mouth open against his throat as you soak his thigh.

You pull back to look at him, smiling as you ride out your high.

The way Bucky's looking at you tells you he's not done with you yet.

He's on the floor, kneeling between your legs as you lie back on the couch, completely naked. You writhe against the couch, head moving back and forth until you're moaning stupid into a cushion. Bucky pulls it away from your face, throwing it to the side.

"Mm-mm, need to hear you pretty girl." His mouth is back on you so fast — your body jerking forward as his tongue fucks into you.

The taste of you mixed with the remnants of chocolate has him dizzy. He moans into your pussy like he can't get enough.

If he couldn't get high before, this here — head buried between your thighs, would do it.

God, the taste of you.

Bucky moans into you, pulling you against his mouth harder, hands squeezing your thighs. The smell of you couldn't compare to the best high there is. Bucky feels his head go fuzzy when you pull at his hair, rutting against his face and letting out the most beautiful sound he's heard all night.

Bucky wants to hear that sound again. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks — hard.

It's too much. Too good.

"Oh fuck, Bucky please— I—nghhh—"

Your hips start rolling against his face, chasing the friction, chasing the feeling of Bucky's tongue licking you from the inside. You pull at his hair again, pushing his face impossibly further into your pussy as your other hand reaches for another strawberry, lips wrapping around it, moans muffled as you eat.

Bucky could die right here. He doesn't care that he's being suffocated. He wants you to suffocate him — if it means getting you off, wanting nothing more than to see you coming so pretty against his face.

His nose nudges your clit as his tongue pushes into you and you come.

Hard.

"Bucky! Bucky— oh god yessss— fuck Buckyy," you mewl into his neck as you slowly ride out your orgasm against his hand.

"Fuck, I want to live in your pussy. Better than the chocolate, better than any high."

His hand is palming at your tits, pinching your nipple between his fingers, mouthing at the other between words. You're arching into his touch, legs wrapped around him as you grind yourself against the bulge in his sweatpants.

Bucky glances down at where your bodies meet and lets out a groan at the sight of the wet patch you're leaving on his pants. He grinds into you — once, twice, before dropping back to his knees, lips sucking your clit into his mouth again, this time sliding two fingers deep inside you, looking up at you and—

curls his fingers.

"Bucky— oh god— please, s'too much—"

"You can take it baby. Lemme eat doll, please. Lemme have my dessert."

He's on his knees, looking up at you like you're something holy — begging to taste you, to worship you.

Bucky's fingers are relentless, hitting that soft spot inside you that has your vision going white, babbling nonsense as Bucky's mouth makes out with your pussy.

"Your fingers don't get you there like mine do, do they sweetheart?"

He pulls back for a second, curling his fingers just right and you could come just at the sight of him — mouth wet, chin dripping with your arousal and eyes dazed like you're giving him something.

"Mm-mm." You give an exaggerated shake of your head.

"I know baby I know, needed mine, didn't you?"

You nod your head, eyes looking down at him — teary, worshipful. Your lips open over a soft gasp as he curls his fingers again.

"Fuck Bucky— needed you," you moan his name like it's worship.

"I know, I know pretty girl. I've heard you, moaning my name late at night, using your fingers like they can do the job. Moaning my name like you've already had me."

Your eyes shoot open before quickly falling shut, moaning loud and sinful as his fingers fuck into you — deeper, harder. His palm slaps against your clit each time before replacing it with his tongue, licking into you like he can't get enough.

Your orgasm hits fast and hot and overwhelming — your body convulsing against Bucky's mouth as you moan his name like it's the only word you know.

You're smirking at him, looking up through your lashes like you don't know exactly what that does to him.

"Wanna fuck me in the shower?"

And how can he say no? When you're wet and dripping and beautiful for him; bare chest pressed to his and lips wrapped around another strawberry — feeding him the excess chocolate with your finger in his mouth.

a/n: just quickly wrote this on my phone in between writing the most gut-wrenching devastating angst hahaha and yes i was eating strawberries and chocolate while writing this

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[heldbybarnes]

Okay so…Reader rides Bucky’s thigh without even realizing she’s doing it (like during a movie night) and when she finally cums, Bucky’s like “sweetheart… i didn’t even TOUCH you” and then drags her to his room for the real thing

HELLO HELLO HELLO IM HERE

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Movie nights with Bucky were supposed to be harmless.

They always had been. A blanket, a bowl of popcorn, your legs draped across his lap or your head on his shoulder, his body heat a comfort rather than a threat. You’d done this a hundred times with him — letting his presence smooth the edges of a long week, letting the low rumble of his voice pull you out of your own head.

But tonight you’re wound tight.

Maybe it’s how long it’s been since you’ve been touched the way you really need to be. Maybe it’s the way Bucky isn’t paying attention to anything but the screen, all heavy warmth and steady breathing, broad thighs spread the way they always are.

You’re not trying to do anything. You’re not even thinking about it. You’re just shifting, adjusting the blanket, trying to get comfortable. He’s warm. He’s solid. Your hips naturally angle toward him.

And then there’s pressure.

Right between your legs. Firm. Reliable. Too good.

You freeze. But he doesn’t notice — his eyes are still on the TV, jaw ticking as he chews a piece of popcorn. He’s so relaxed you melt a little, letting your body lean in, leaning over his thigh just enough to—

Oh.

Oh god.

You should stop. You should. Because your clit is throbbing, and the seam of your shorts is dragging perfectly, painfully over the muscle of his thigh. Because your breath is catching and your lips are parting and you are very, very obviously using him.

But he hasn’t said a word. Hasn’t looked over. Hasn’t moved. And something about that — about the fact that he’s just there, big and quiet and easy to hide against — loosens every bit of sense in your body.

You shift again.

Your core pulses.

Your thighs tremble.

You keep watching the movie like nothing’s happening, like you’re not grinding yourself stupid against your best friend’s leg, like the heat isn’t building with every tiny unconscious roll of your hips.

Your breathing gets shallow. You try to hide it. Try to keep your movements small, subtle, something that could be mistaken for fidgeting. But every drag of friction lights you up a little more, makes your nerves spark, makes your vision blur around the edges.

Bucky clears his throat.

You nearly jump off him.

But he just shifts his weight, settling deeper into the couch. And in the process… his thigh flexes.

Sweet. Fucking. Relief.

The contact sends a shock through your whole body. Your hand flies to your mouth before you can swallow the sound, a pathetic little whine muffled against your palm.

You can’t stop now. It’s not even a choice anymore. Your body is already chasing, already trembling, already dripping through the thin cotton between you and him.

You rock a little harder.

His thigh is huge. Solid. Perfect. Heat rolls off him, straight into you, straight into the place you need it.

Your pussy clenches hard enough to make you dizzy.

Bucky shifts again.

His thigh tenses again.

You’re so close you can barely breathe.

“Just— just a second,” you whisper, not even sure who you’re talking to, pressing your forehead to the blanket, letting your hips find the exact angle you need to fall apart.

The movie keeps playing.

Bucky keeps breathing.

And you come.

Hard. Silently at first, then with a strangled gasp you try —and fail— to smother. Pleasure rips through you, your legs shaking, your whole body bowing over his thigh as heat floods your panties, your core spasms uncontrollably, your breath breaking on every exhale.

You ride out the wave helplessly, your fingers digging into the couch cushions, your thighs clenching around his, your cunt pulsing in the aftermath as wetness spreads warm and humiliating through your shorts.

You’re still catching your breath when the room goes quiet.

Too quiet.

You blink. Look up.

And Bucky is staring at you.

Not shocked.

Not confused.

Just… dark. Focused. A little wild around the edges.

“Sweetheart,” he says, voice low enough to vibrate through the couch cushions.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

You open your mouth, to apologize, to explain, to beg the earth to swallow you, but he tilts his head.

“You just came.”

Heat rushes up your neck, choking you. “Bucky, I—I didn’t realize I was—”

He lifts one finger.

You go silent immediately.

“Sweetheart,” he says again, more like a warning this time. “I didn’t even touch you.”

You swallow hard. Your thighs are still trembling around him.

His eyes drop to the mess between your legs — the damp patch you can’t hide, the way you’re still pressed against him like your body doesn’t want to let go.

Then he looks back up at you.

And you know you’re in trouble.

“Up,” he murmurs.

You barely process the word before he’s guiding you off his lap, his hands surprisingly gentle, helping you stand on shaky legs. He rises too, towering, close, heat radiating from him like a second skin, and he doesn’t break eye contact for a single second.

“Bucky—”

“Shh.”

He takes your hand.

Not roughly. Not sweetly.

Purposefully.

And then he’s walking you backward down the hall, slow enough to let your panic and your arousal twist together, fast enough to make your breath stutter.

When your back hits his bedroom door, he cages you in with one arm above your head, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear.

“You’re gonna tell me exactly what you were thinking,” he murmurs, “when you were grinding that pretty little pussy all over my thigh.”

You shiver violently. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean— I just—”

He smiles. Slow. Dangerous.

“So desperate you didn’t even know you were doing it?” he asks softly.

Your face burns. “Bucky…”

He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts until you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

“You came,” he repeats, “without me. Without my mouth. Without my hands. Without my cock.”

Your knees nearly buckle.

“And now,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your jaw, “you’re going to come with me.”

The door clicks shut behind you.

He backs you toward the bed, one step at a time, his voice the only thing anchoring you.

“You’re gonna ride my thigh again,” he murmurs, “but this time you’re going to look at me while you do it.”

Your breath hitches.

“And after that?” He smirks, hands finding your hips, dragging you flush against him so you feel exactly how hard he is. “I’m going to make you come so many times you forget how you managed without me.”

You let out a broken sound — a plea, a surrender, something in between.

Bucky kisses you.

Hungry. Claiming. Like he’s been waiting for this just as long as you have.

And when he finally pulls back, he whispers against your lips,

“Sweetheart, movie night’s over.”

He lowers you onto the bed.

“Now you get the real thing.”

[pervertedbigbro]

oh, you pathetic mutt.

you think you’re so smart rutting against my thigh like this, like i can’t feel you wriggling in my lap? come on now, you don’t think i’m that stupid, do you?

silly boy. i might be hard but i just don’t think you deserve it. certainly not after that stunt!

now sit still.

[audxno313]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐬𝐟!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

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“Wooah n/n, think it’s about time I take you home alright?”

“Party pooper!”

You blow a raspberry at him

Rafe puts an arm behind your back, guiding you to his truck and making sure you don’t fall over

“Y’know your parents will kill both you and me if they see you like this, I’m supposed to babysit your ass”

“Yeah whatever” you laugh

You hear a couple voices yelling your name from behind,

To see two of your friends, clearly as drunk as you, waving and yelling to come

“Don’t,” he warns

“Oh em gee! Hannah, macey i’m coming!!” You squeal as they cheer

As your running towards them, you laugh, hoping this is provoking and annoying rafe

He just stands there, arms crossed, keys in hand

Watching as you embarrassingly run all over the place.

But surprisingly he adores it.he lets out a nasal laugh at the sight of you being a mess.

You look back smiling to see if rafe is chasing after you, although you don’t see much of him, instead you fall on your face

Your mind goes blank for a moments but when you open your dazed eyes You realise rafe is carrying you, bridal style.

“What happened? Where are they? Hannah and macy…” you say dramatically

“I just wanted to say hi to them…”

“You fell over and fuckin fainted for a second before you even got to them” he laughed

“Clumsy girl” he teased

“Shut it…”

Your eyes go wide like you just came up with the greatest invention ever

“Rafe, How about we go back and party!”

“Too late”

He cut you off, dropping you on the passenger seat

“No it’s not! cmonnn rafe it will be fun just-just carry me back”

“Your parents set a curfew, remember? You’re not goin anywhere.”

He slams the door, walking to the other side

As he starts the truck, you quickly unlock your door and jump out,

“Wooo!”

“Are you sure about that?? Cause watch this”

“Goddamnit y/n”

Obviously it only takes about two seconds for him to scoop you back up

“this isn’t gonna work if you keep runnin away. i’ll get someone else to drive while i hold you hostage”

Thats how you ended up sitting in his lap, while he made sure you didn’t move As he called kelce

“Yo bro i owe you one”

You prayed kelce would get here soon,

The entire atmosphere changed once you sat on his lap.

Every second that passed by with you sitting on his thigh, your panties were getting more wet and more heat pooled low in your stomach.

Surely he could feel your pussy pulsing like crazy

“When is kelce getting here…”

“In ten”

You nodded. Turning yourself around to be face to face with him

“I’m getting really bored y’know…should we go back to the party?” You try tempting him, and wanting to distract yourself before you do something stupid to him

“No, like i said we’ll both be in shit if we’re even more later than your curfew.”

You sigh in defeat, resting your chin on his shoulder

Gosh, his cologne smells heavenly and his-

You can’t hold your needs in any longer.

lifting your head all the way back up, gazing into his eyes, hands holding onto his shoulders, sudden shortened breath

“Well if you wanna trap me in here atleast let me do this..”

You slowly roll your hips forward and back, letting out a small gasp

He puts his hands on your hips to stop you

“Woah woah y/n, are you fuckin serious? humping my leg huh?” He almost lets out a laugh

“Don’t stop me, please. You’re driving me crazy rafe, i just want you”

You foggily say

He loosens his grip, allowing you to continue

“Shit, if that’s what you want, go for it” he smirks with a chuckle

He tenses his thigh muscles under you as his big n rough hands guide your hips back and forth

“Aw fuck” your head falls back as your nails dig into his shoulders

“Shit this is so good, ‘m not gonna let you forget about this”

He grabs his phone out his pocket and starts recording, the flash strong and bright, allowing you to shut your eyes

But you don’t care that he’s recording, couldn’t care less infact. the sensation of it all overtakes & floods your senses that you can only moan and whimper

“Y’ really don’t care huh?” He teases, flash still blinding you

“No, no” you shamelessly admit

“Well, i can’t keep this all to myself, that’d be greedy, why don’t i send it to the boys?”

You speed up

“And don’t forget to tell them how hard you are while you’re at it” you giggle

“No shit, you’re the one grinding on me” he smirks

“Rafe i-“

“Close?”

You nod, biting your lip down

“Shit, well it’s obvious alright,” he points the flash at the wet trail you created on his shorts

He stops recording at that.

he’s the only one that can see you come undone, this will be for him, and him only.

Sent

“What a needy little thing huh? Grinding on your best friend’s leg, ruining my shorts, you ovulatin’ or something?”

Him calling you that was enough to send you over the edge

“Fuck yes!”

“Yeah? Was that good hm?”

“Oh rafe… that was so good, can we do it again?”

“Well you need to repay me somehow, can’t just leave me high n dry” he smirks, caressing your hips

You giggle into his chest until a thought intrudes

“Wait how do you even know what ovulating is anyway-“

You ask like it’s a inside joke or something, he rolls his eyes.

But you’re cut off by kelces laugh and the door opening

“What the fuck were you two just doing in here?”

A/n: anyway yall this is a safe space pleaseee request literally whateverrr u want i am down for almost anything

[gaggedbypetals]

i just want someone to get me drunk and have me strip in front of them to be their entertainment, fondling my boobs and playing with my pussy for them until they pat their lap and have me hump the boner in their pants until i cum on their clothes, embarrassed but i still want more

maybe even being bent over their lap and fingered until i cream around the two fingers stuffed in my needy pussy

i need this im touching myself to the thought