CUTTING DOWN A WARRIOR
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i. PAIRING - Dwalin × Dwarvish f!Reader
ii. GENRE - Smut, porn with plot
iii. SYNOPSIS - Dwalin and yours usual morning sparring session takes a sudden heated turn.
iv. WARNINGS - Kinktober special - Not beta read, smut, mdni, sparring, sex, vaginal sex, fingering, light knife play, teasing, nipple appreciation, kisses, scratching, dirty talk, undressing, public location, morning sex, etc.
v. WORD COUNT - 1.7K
The two of you had been up and training for a few long moments now; it was your usual morning routine, getting your muscles warm and working, giving you energy for the rest of the day. The both of you were very capable in a fight, not afraid to keep the other on their toes, and neither of you was scared to use all kinds of dirty tricks. As frustrating as those might be, they made the two of you even better, smarter and quicker than you already were. Besides, it made you rather creative, always coming up with new things.
So as the two of you were once again not so elegantly dancing around one another, frustrating the other by getting under one another's skin with all kinds of teasing words, the fight got a bit more heated; your movements getting quicker and harsher, trying to get the other to back down. Luckily, neither one of you was the type to do so.
The metal of your knives hit each other over and over again, the sound echoing through the arena. You were waiting for some kind of opening, some kind of moment in which you could just hit him where it hurt, but knowing Dwalin and his fighting style, you would be waiting for a while. That's why it surprised you that no more than two hits later, you could. You wasted no moment, smashing your elbow in his gut. The male went down with a grunt, and as you prepared your stance for when he would be getting up, probably full of fury, however, he didn't. He lay there on the ground, his back turned to you as he grabbed his belly. The longer the silence went on, the more your concern grew.
"Dwalin?" You walked over to where he lay, carefully approaching, but when you got no more than a grunt in reply to your question, your worries grew. You didn't think your hit was that hard, knowing what he could handle. You knelt down next to him, dropping your weapon to the ground as your hands found their way to his arm and shoulder, pushing slightly to turn him on his back, wanting to see his face properly.
A sudden screech left you when the male grabbed you and flipped you around, having you be the one lying on your back; one of his hands cradled the back of your head so it wouldn't get hit in the process, while the other one had a knife pressing into your side. He shook his head at you in slight disappointment. "You care too much for me." There was a slight smirk plastered on his face, and you could not help but scowl, wanting to curse at him for his antics.
"You scared me, don't do that, it's not fun," His eyes moved to look at your lips, where a small pout was plastered. He leaned down, kissing you slowly before looking back into your eyes.
"It was the most fun I had in a while, Ghivashel." As he once again leaned down to press his lips to yours, you could not help but give in and wrap your arms around his broad frame, pressing yourself into him. A moan left the both of you at the sudden contact of your nether regions, even if it was through a few layers of cloth.
As you moved to tug at his shirt, wanting him to take it off, he stopped you, pulling away from you, smirking down on your form as he did so. "Do not be hasty," He teased you.
You looked up at him in disbelief. "You were the one who put me in this position," You almost hissed at him.
"That I did," His smugness was almost enough for you to just stand up and walk away, but as he sat up on his knees to take his clothes off himself you were quick to rethink your next actions. With a quick thought, you too moved to undress yourself, but once again you were stopped; Dwalin's hands were wrapped around your wrist. "Na-a," He tutted at you, and as you looked into his eyes, you saw the glint in his eyes. He clearly had something planned, and you were hesitant to find out what it was this time.
One of his hands went to grab one of the knives lying around you from your duel, twisting it within his grip. "Do you want to find out if you could handle this?" He asked with a smirk.
A look of disbelief once again found its way upon your face. "Don't you dare cut up my clothes," You warned, and Dwalin could not help but laugh at your priorities. Knowing you were more afraid of what he would do to your garments instead of you pleased him. He could not handle you fearing him, so he felt good already.
"I will take that as a yes," He spoke, motioning for you to finally undress yourself. You did not hesitate for a moment to do so; the look in his eyes had you feeling warm even though there was nothing covering your skin now.
"So what is your plan?" You asked him, filled with curiosity at what had suddenly caused this interest within him.
"You will find out soon enough, enjoy it," He told you before leaning down to kiss you again, naked skin touching, as he did so with vigour. Your arms wrapped around him again as he moved down your jaw and neck straight to your breasts with his lips. A moan left you at the suction to your nipples before a gasp followed as you suddenly felt the coldness of the blade softly pressing against the valley of skin between your breasts.
As he released your nipples, breathing softly against the still slightly wet surface of them while watching the knife trace your skin, you felt shivers run down the entirety of your body. The temperature of the blade was a stark contrast to the heat your body seemed to send off. It became even worse when Dwalin's hand at your hip, which wasn't holding the blade, moved down in between your legs, touching your now sensitive womanhood, making you whimper.
And if that wasn't embarrassing enough already, you soon found yourself a writing mess beneath him at the pressure he applied to your bundle of nerves while he began slowly stretching you out on his finger; the knife still carefully moving across your skin, softly tracing every curve of your breast and nipples. The combined sensations quickly had your pleasure building to your first release of the morning, and a strangled moan left the back of your throat as you did.
While you took a moment to catch your breath, Dwalin made to move in between your legs properly, his cock standing to attention, ready to take you here on the training ground floor. He took a moment to admire you, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs with the knife, before moving back up along your inner thighs, getting close to your core. "You look so pretty like this," He told you, picking some of your release, coating your legs up with the knife, ghostly moving past your lips with it as he did before bringing it up to his lips and taking a moment to taste you. "You taste divine as well," He finally threw the knife aside before leaning back over you. "I cannot wait to experience what you feel like, Ghivashel," And just like that, you experienced what he felt like.
His thick fingers had not been enough to prepare you for the thickness of his cock, the slight burn of the stretch knocking the breath out of you, but quickly fading for pleasure instead when he had finally bottomed out of you. "So tight and warm for me, just perfect," He moaned in your ear, before he finally started moving inside of you. You pulled him close to your body, closer than he already was, your breathing getting heavy as the movements of his thrusts picked up.
His beard scratched your skin as he placed kisses on your shoulder. Your senses were filled with him, and you could not get enough of it; your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and your nails scratched the broad of his back just as the knife he had used had done to you not so long ago, leaving red marks in their way.
Your toes curled as he found that spot that felt way too good inside of you, that combined with the feeling of the hair around his base scratching you just right had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Dwalin, I am almost there," You warned him, as the pleasure you felt kept building, almost overwhelming you.
"Me too, Ghivashel, me too, almost there," He grunted in reply, his fingers digging tightly into your hips, sure to leave bruises as his pace became almost merciless; his hips beating into yours until your body finally snapped, reaching its climax. You bit down on his shoulder, muffling your loud sounds as you clenched around him, making his hips stutter and leading him to follow you into his own release.
His hips moved for a few moments longer, drawing out your shared pleasure until he dropped himself down next to you, the both of you out of breath from the added bit of exercise you had gotten into your morning. You lay there for just a moment, trying to get your breathing under control. When you had finally found rest, your heads turned, eyes meeting. Dwalin shot that stupid grin at you that you loved. "Well, that was fun, now wasn't it?" His question had you rolling your eyes, and him receiving a teasing hit to the shoulder that had him laughing out loud.
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