LOTR & The Hobbit Oneshots

A Dying Wish (BofurXReader) Part 2 [SMUT]

Be gentle with me, I haven't written a sexual chapter in quite a many years, so I apologize if it's bad. Also: I'm sorry this chapter is like a friggin'. Novel. I got carried away because... well, it's Bofur. AND HE DESERVES HIS NIGHT OF BLISS!

"Would you like me to grant your wish for you?" you asked.

Bofur's head whipped up so fast his hat flaps bounced. His inquiring eyes searched yours questioningly. You could see that he was processing your words, wondering if he had heard you right. Then his moustache curled up into a suggestive smirk as he assumed you were making a flirtatious comment as you both tended to do, but when he realized that you were being serious, it dropped and his eyes widened.

"Oh, lass! Th-that's not what I--I mean to say that--w-we don't have to... you don't have to--"

You brought your hand to his mouth to shush him and could feel his quick, warm breath on your exposed fingers. His lips were pleasantly soft and warm beneath your touch. You took a breath, your heart going a mile a minute and praying he couldn't feel your nervous pulse from beneath your fingertips. You hoped you weren't making a huge, embarrassing mistake, but with the words already said it was too late to back out now.

"Do you find me attractive?" you inquired with confidence you didn't possess. Your eyes were acutely focused on his own. Your pupils expanded at what you saw growing in his expression.

"Aye," he replied without pause, his sight dancing carefully in yours.

Bofur was too blunt and honest to spare anyone's feelings with lies, which was something you were quite appreciative of, even if it was for something so personal like this.

You felt relief settle in your chest and continued with renewed assurance.

"Good. I know I find you very attractive. And like you said: we may not even survive to see tomorrow's eve, so why not share a night of bliss with your attractive, willing friend?" you winked.

Bofur blinked a few times but he seemed so relieved and surprised to hear you say that. Hope and excitement were flaring in him as he gazed eagerly up at you.

"Y/N, lass, I... really? Are ye sure?"

Look at that face. How could anyone not want to be with him?

"I really like you, Bofur. I have for quite some time and it would mean the world to be with you like this, if you aren't opposed to the idea. I know it's quite improper and very inappropriate, but even so I'm willing to do this if you are," you responded earnestly.

At that bold confession, Bofur appeared to be even more at a loss for words; mouth opening and closing, many different expressions running across his face at lightning speed. Him being rendered speechless was in and of itself shocking for the usual boisterous chatter mouth that he was.

But then again, talk is just that: talk. As often as the both of you have joked, teased, and implied, neither of you had ever seriously acted on any possible harbored impulses before. Who knew if all his sexual innuendos and comments were nothing more than flirtatious banter between friends?

What gave you consolation on the matter was that although Bofur didn't give you a response, he still hadn't outright refused. Right in front of you he was heavily considering the question. And that gave you an odd sense of hope.

You assumed a part of him, the gentlemanly part that you know him to be deep down, wanted to politely decline. But the unquestionably male side of him was telling the gentleman to shut his gob. After all, if he truly was opposed to the idea, he would have immediately said no, right? Right...?