Multifandom One-shots

49. Stones of Love, Part 2 - Thorin x female reader (The Hobbit)

~smut/sexual content warning~

A/N: I cannot believe what I have just written. I apologize for what you're about to read; this is my first time writing smut. I was only curious if more people would read my stories if I proceeded with this type of content after the first half, when it is evident what will happen. So please, I beg you, tell me how I did. And I apologize if this is bad.

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Thorin and I eventually found ourselves in the tranquil embrace of Erebor's royal quarters. The chamber, adorned with intricate dwarven craftsmanship and symbols of Erebor's rich heritage, enveloped us in a private haven. The air within resonated with a blend of anticipation and intimacy, creating an atmosphere pregnant with unspoken desires.

Closing the ornate door behind us, I turned to Thorin with a playful twinkle in my eyes. "So, what mischief were you hinting at earlier? I know what I was, but what about you?" I inquired, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips.

Thorin met my playful gaze with a knowing smirk, taking a deliberate step closer. "Well," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I was contemplating various ways I could make you scream my name."

I chuckled at Thorin's bold remark, a delightful mix of surprise and amusement coloring my features. The playful banter between us had taken a daring turn, and the room seemed to crackle with a newfound intensity.

"Oh, is that right?" I replied, feigning innocence with a teasing glint in my eyes. "You'll have to be quite creative, my king. Erebor's stone walls might not be able to contain the echoes of our mischief."

Thorin's smirk deepened, and his eyes shone with wicked light. "Challenge accepted," he announced, sending chills down my spine. He stepped closer, his hands resting on my waist. He looked at me with his lovely blue eyes, first filled with affection and then with a hunger that mirrored my own desires.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of Erebor's lights, transformed into a sanctuary for the intimate moments that followed. Time seemed to slow as Thorin and I embraced the enduring love that had withstood trials and separations.

He swiftly leaned down, his lips meeting mine with a hunger that had grown over two years of separation. I responded with equal fervor, our passion intertwining in a dance of desire. I moaned out his name, which was muffled by his lips.

His hands instinctively dropped to my hips, their grip tightening as I arched slightly. I placed my hands on the nape of his neck until I felt bored, then transferred them to his luscious, dark brown hair. Tugging slightly, a groan emitted from his throat, making my knees weak.

Soon, I pulled my swollen red lips away from his, making him gasp from the lack of contact. I gazed up at Thorin through my eyelashes, which I could see were having a positive effect on him.

Thorin's lust-filled orbs met mine once more, only this time they were darkened by desire. He started kissing back, his lips meeting mine in a passionate dance. The connection was intense, fueled by years of longing and the joy of reunion. As the warmth of our embrace deepened, a shared understanding passed between us.

After a moment, Thorin gently pulled away from my lips to my jaw and then attacked my neck. I tilted my head slightly, allowing him better access to my neck. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration, met mine in a brief second before returning his attention to my skin.

I arched my back in pleasure and grasped the front of his shirt, wanting it gone. Thorin quickly stopped kissing my neck and raising his arms in the air as I pulled it over his head and tossed it to the ground. My gaze shifted to his broad chest, which was covered with some dark chest hair and old battle scars. I delicately traced the old scars on the exposed skin, causing the king to breathe heavily.