𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 || 𝐁.𝐁 || 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

Thigh Riding (18+)

— Summary; Day 20 of my Kinktober 2022.
— Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, mob/mafia business, mention of weapons, exhibition kink, Bratty!Reader, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, mention of bodily fluids. 
— Originally posted; October 20 2022

It was supposed to be an all-pleasure, no-business night at the club, The Underground Lounge, that your husband owned. A night of fun and needed relaxation, but it seemed like pleasure could never get in the way of business as Bucky, ever since you arrived, had been conversing with his consigliere about a weapons shipment.

On several occasions, you tried to get his attention. Hand on his thigh, leaning into him and whispering in his ear seductively how much you needed him. At one point, you even placed your hand on his covered cock. But all you were met with was a smirk and a calm "later, baby."

You expressed your annoyance quite lively by crossing your arms and emitting a sound of disapproval as you leaned back into the seat. You sat and watched everyone else around you have fun while you pouted like a child that's been denied candy.

Just as you were about to leave and go home, since Bucky was clearly not about the pleasure tonight, he turned to you with a cocky smirk and his hand on your exposed thigh.

"What's wrong, honey? Bratty that I'm not paying you attention?" He smiled smugly.

You said nothing as you looked away from him, not paying him any attention as he did you. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction, although you wanted nothing more than to toss yourself in his arms to kiss and touch him.

"Hey." He pinched your chin and turned your face to him. "All my attentions on you now, baby." He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to straddle his clothed thigh. The feel of him against your covered core had you whining in satisfaction at finally getting the touch you craved, but you wanted more.

"What is it that you wanted, baby?"

"I want you to touch me." You purred in his ear as you took his hands and slid them underneath your short dress, placing them on your bare ass. "I want you to take me to the back and fuck me."

"Nuh-uh, baby." He smirked as he took his hands off you and placed them down by his sides. "I won't give you that satisfaction after being such a bad little brat. Get off on my thigh, and we'll see about me taking you to the back to fuck your brains out after."

"H-here?" You glanced over the rest of the club from your elevated VIP area. Everyone could see up there, which was kind of the point. It gave Bucky the chance to look over his domain and showed the guests; criminals, filthy rich people and corrupt politicians, that Bucky was the boss of the town.

"It's not like it's stopped you before." He smirked while resting his arms at the back of the seat—looking like the most powerful and dominant man that ever existed, which he was.

There was truth to what he said. He's fingered you multiple times before, and you'd given him some sneaky handjobs, but never something as visible as this—humping his leg like a horny dog for everyone to see.

"Get to it, baby, or I won't touch you at all for a week."

One of these days, that man was going to be the death of you.

Placing your hands on his shoulders for support, you dragged your already-soaked panties on his thigh in a steady motion. The wonderful friction on your throbbing clit had your breath hitch in your throat.

You can't deny that it was hot and exhilarating to ride your husband's thigh like the needed whore you were while everyone could see. You felt powerful as you sat upon your throne where no one else would ever sit, and you would show everyone that this was where you belonged.

Digging your fingers into him, you tantalisingly moved your hips, trying to follow the rhythm of the music playing. The thoughts and fears you had about people watching were thrown out the window as all your attention was on your husband, wanting to put on the best show to make him satisfied.

Bucky grazed his bottom lip as he watched you move on him. He found it hard to keep his eyes on one place. You were so much to look at, from your hips moving back and forth on his thigh, the low cut of your dress almost exposing your breasts, and the way your lips parted as you found the perfect pace.

He decided on your face that contoured in pure pleasure. He had a cocky grin on his face as he watched you chase your orgasm like a needy whore for everyone to see. It was such a confidence boost for him that he didn't even need to touch you to make you go crazy. But he knew you would soon beg for his hands on your body. You couldn't finish without his touch.

"Please, Bucky. Please touch me," you begged. You needed it—breasts, hips, ass or throat, it didn't matter. You just had to have his hands on you somehow for you to come undone.

He shook his head no as he smirked. "I don't think so, baby. You need to work for it," he teased.

Such a cruel man.

"Please, Bucky. Please, please, just touch me. I will be a good girl from now on, I swear. I need to feel your hands on me."

That's what he needed to hear. He took a possessive grip on the back of your neck, the other placed on your lower back to aid your movements. You felt complete and satisfied now with his hands on you, making you moan out.

"Come for me."

That's what you needed to hear. You tried to hide your face in him as you came, but he wouldn't let you—grabbing your jaw to keep your gaze on him as he uttered some of the most sinful words.

"Such a whore you are, honey. Humping my leg like some bitch in heat as everyone watches. I'll put a leash on you the next time you decide to be bratty," he sneered.

He took great pleasure in watching you become a crying, whimpering mess as your hips struggled to keep up with the pleasure as you rubbed yourself off him till completion.

You collapsed into him once you were all done and had no more energy to move. His soft side came out briefly as he caressed your back and kissed your head. But as he wasn't done with you just yet.

"Let's go, baby." He slapped your ass and made you get up with him. "I'll take you to the back and fuck you like the whore you are, and then," he stroked your cheek, eyes going soft, "I'll take you home and pamper you up like the Queen you are."

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