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🌟🍋 Thigh Riding (Shinya x Reader)

*♡request for londonbridge2006♡*

You noticed him from across the crowded room, his piercing gaze cutting through the chatter and laughter like a knife through hot butter. Shinya, there was something about the way he held himself that spoke of confidence and authority, even in a place where everyone was dressed to impress. He was the kind of man who could make the walls of an ordinary room feel like the confines of a luxurious cage, his presence both magnetic and slightly intimidating.

He wore a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down to powerful legs that seemed to end in a pair of polished black boots. His hair was slicked back, the stark contrast of his sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes making it impossible to look away. As the evening progressed, the air grew thicker with the scent of expensive cologne and the unspoken tension of desire. You felt the pull, the undeniable urge to get closer, to feel the heat of his gaze on your skin.

With each step you took towards him, your heart pounded a little harder in your chest. His eyes never left yours, a smoldering challenge that sent a thrill of excitement down your spine. When you finally reached him, the music seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the racing of your heart. He offered you a drink, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you, making you acutely aware of every inch of your body.

You took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat, and felt his hand brush against yours. It was electric, a spark that ignited a fire in your belly. You tried to play it cool, leaning in closer, hoping to catch his interest with a playful smile. But Shinya wasn't like the other men here. He didn't seem to be playing the same game of flirtation and seduction. Instead, he looked at you with a knowing smirk.

"You're wasting your time with those tactics," he said, his voice a velvety whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "I can see what you want, and I'm not going to dance around it."

Surprised by his directness, you felt a flush creep up your neck. But instead of retreating, you felt a strange thrill. There was something exhilarating about being seen so clearly about someone not being afraid to call you out on your desires.

"Fine," you said, trying to match his confidence. "What do you propose?"

Shinya leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You can ride my thigh," he suggested, his hand sliding up to rest on your waist. "It's a simple, effective way to get off without the mess of going all the way."

Your eyes widened at the bluntness of his proposal, but the idea was tempting. You felt a sudden jolt of desire, your body responding to the promise of his firm thigh beneath you. You searched his gaze for any sign of a joke, but his expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving yours. The room spun slightly, the alcohol and the intensity of the moment, making it difficult to think straight.

"But here?" you whispered, glancing around at the bustling crowd.

He shrugged. "Why not? No one will know. It's all about discretion."

You bit your lip, considering his offer. The thrill of the risky situation was intoxicating, the danger of being caught adding to the allure. You felt a rush of anticipation as you nodded slowly, letting him guide you to a quiet corner of the room. He positioned you in front of him, your back pressed against the cool wall, his thigh muscles tense and solid beneath your trembling hands.

As you straddled his leg, you could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of your clothes. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your neck, sending a cascade of shivers down your spine. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you felt his thigh flex beneath you.

"Ready?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You nodded, the anticipation making your legs quiver. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and you realized he knew exactly what you were feeling. He was enjoying the power he had over you, the way you were so willing to give in to his demands. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, you shifted your weight onto his thigh, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath you.

Shinya's hand slid up to cup your cheek, turning your face to meet his. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was a burning desire that mirrored his own. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and possessive. Your hands tightened on his shoulders, holding on as the world around you spun into oblivion.

You felt the throb of his erection through his pants, pressing against your inner thigh as you began to rock your hips against him. The friction was delicious, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His kiss grew more demanding, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as if he were claiming you as his own. You moaned softly, the sound muffled by his lips, your breathing growing ragged.

The music around you was a distant throb, a backdrop to the symphony of sensations playing out between the two of you. His free hand trailed down your body, gripping your hip firmly as you ground yourself against him. His fingers dug into your flesh, guiding your movements, setting a rhythm that made your toes curl in your shoes.

As you grew more daring, you slid your hand down to caress the bulge in his pants, feeling it grow harder beneath your touch. He groaned into your mouth, his grip on your hip tightening, urging you on. The fabric was a barrier, but it was thin, and you could feel the heat of him, the promise of what lay beneath.

The thrill of being so brazen in a public place was exhilarating. You could see people passing by, oblivious to the illicit act unfolding in the shadows. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity, making you bolder, more insatiable. You rubbed yourself against him with renewed vigor, the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Shinya's hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you closer, his thigh now acting as the perfect fulcrum for your building pleasure. His kiss grew more demanding, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate tango. You could feel his desire for you, the way his body responded to your touch, and it only served to make you want him more.

Your breath hitched as you felt the first tremor of an impending climax. You moaned into his mouth, your hips moving faster, desperate for the sweet release that was so close. He seemed to sense it, his grip on you tightening, his thigh flexing in time with your movements. You felt his own need growing, his breathing becoming as ragged as yours.

And then it hit you, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole the breath from your lungs. You cried out, muffled by his mouth, your body arching as the orgasm swept over you. He held you firmly, not letting you pull away, his hand sliding down to grip your ass, keeping you in place as you rode out the exquisite sensations.

When the tremors finally subsided, you leaned against him, panting and trembling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, his thigh still beneath you, still hard. He kissed you gently, a smug smile playing on his lips as he whispered. "Satisfied?"

You nodded, still lost in the aftermath of pleasure, your body humming with energy. "For now," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Shinya chuckled, the sound sending another ripple of pleasure through you. He leaned back slightly, allowing you to regain your composure, but his arms remained firmly around you, keeping you close. "Good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

The promise in his voice sent a fresh wave of desire through your body. You hadn't even realized how much you needed this, how much you craved the raw, unfiltered passion that he offered. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in a long time, every nerve ending singing with the electricity of the moment.

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