Heavy - A Dwalin x reader one shot - Part 2
Hello there! This is a very NSFW part 2 to a oneshot I wrote about Dwalin discovering that you’re insecure about your weight.
It’s an afab reader insert, mentions of female genitalia and boobs. Also, work with me here, you’re a plus size human, but you’re a short one. And we’re going with the idea that he’s a taller dwarf, so the size difference is there but not catastrophic to the plot. Use a lil of that imagination, its a fantasy world babes. First time writing and posting smut pls be gentle with me.
If you missed part 1, here’s the link:
Pairing: Dwalin x Plus size reader
Summary: You’re dying to find out just how besotted Dwalin really is with your body. His promises of naughty things makes you impatient, and more confident than you’ve ever been. The time is right to dive deeper into his adoration of you.
Warnings/Content: NSFW, Dwalin eats you out, nakedness for most of it. Ends in a TBC for a cheeky part 3 (they don’t get “all the way” in this one). Dwalin’s a sap, whipped as hell. Surprise, you’re a virgin now, and he wants to burst that bubble for you. And some swearing/crude language and descriptions (why else have you clicked into this post?).
Trust me, I want to see where this goes just as much as y’all so hopefully not too long of a wait for me to throw together a part 3 to round this shit out.
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It had been three days since Dwalin had held you.
Three long, torturous days.
You had hoped, with a little too much of your heart, that you would have been able to explore what Dwalin had meant that first evening when you finally all stopped. But alas, the clearing Thorin chose to set up camp for the night was much too little, too cramped for you to be able to sneak off together, let alone get up to anything intimate.
The second night, Thorin and Dwalin had been in discussions most of the afternoon, something about ensuring they were still on the right track for the quickest way to the next milestone of the journey. The two dwarves both sat on opposite sides of the camp that night, huffing about lord knows what, so you thought best not to bother him, lest you get scolded too.
The third night was almost your breaking point. You had been watching Dwalin all day, hoping to catch his eye, but there was always someone else around, killing any hope of a flirty conversation. The closest you had gotten to intimacy was he offered to sharpen your weapons when you stopped for the night. Which, to be fair, was really lovely of him and greatly appreciated by yourself, but wasn’t quite the attention you were craving from him. Although, when the weapons were returned to you, they came with a little kiss dropped on your forehead, which had you blushing like a tomato.
But it is now, the third day, and the fourth evening, that you decide enough is enough, you want that dwarf.
As luck would have it, where the company has stopped this evening couldn’t be more perfect. The closest part of the river you’d been gently tracking along during this leg of the journey is the perfect spot to bathe in. The clearing is big enough to have a large fire in the centre, with everyone spread out, so you could sneak away if needed, without everyone noticing. And neither yourself or Dwalin were having to take a watch shift tonight, meaning you were free to do whatever you pleased. And you want to please one dwarf in particular.
You and Dwalin had been passing glances all day. You could feel your anticipation and building desire mirrored in his eyes. He’d gone as far as stealing little kisses when he could; a kiss on your hand after holding it to help you step over a creek, a kiss on the top of your head when you’d kneeled to retie the laces on your boots. A hand to steady you on your waist, slipping down to grab cheekily at your bum before letting go.
Now that the camp is set, and everyone is doing their own evening activities, you decide now is a great time for a wash. You collect your little bag of toiletries, along with a change of undergarments, and generally announce you’re going for a bath to the few dwarves around you. You get a couple of pleasant acknowledgements, but it's the burning in Dwalin’s eyes that you were wanting. And when you see it, you can’t help the smirk from creasing your mouth.
You meander away, knowing he’ll be following in a minute, under some guise of ‘keeping watch’ to take care of your safety while you’re naked and vulnerable.
You place your toiletries on the grass next to a shallow pool the river has created, a much gentler current washing through. You start stripping your layers, without looking back at the tree line behind you, but feeling eyes upon you. Shame has gone out the window, your heart is racing out of your ribs, but the adrenalin rush is absolutely overtaking your self doubt at this point. You’ve never been allowed to feel like a sexual creature before, and knowing that Dwalin is into it, it’s liberating.
Once you’re fully nude, you risk a look over your shoulder. You meet Dwalin’s gaze, now only a couple of metres behind you, and gasp. You didn’t realise he was that close, too absorbed in taking off your clothes for him to pay attention.
He growls out “Beautiful” as he stares right back into your eyes. “Get in the water, amrâlimê, before I lose the battle of my willpower.”
You flush red, goosebumps travelling up your arms all the way to your scalp. Doing as he says, you get in the water, not caring its a bit chilly and get to work on cleaning yourself. The water is shallow, with smooth rocks at the bottom, so you can kneel, facing him, the water coming to your hips when you do. He moves to the edge of the water, taking his boots off, along with his shirt and sits on the grass.
He watches silently as you lather yourself with your soap. You start with your arms, you see his eyebrows lift a little with surprise as you expose your armpit hair to wash there. Moving to your breasts, you take a little more time than is necessary, and a bit more groping than usual, enjoying the feeling of your slick fingers on your nipples, just as much as hearing the quiet groan come from the dwarf in front of you. You can feel your inner walls becoming hot and slick.
Moving down your body and your stomach, you give yourself a little mental love as you gently wash your soft torso. You can’t really wash ‘the goods’ from this position though, so you stand, water falling off your legs, Dwalin’s eyes tracking the length of them as they’re revealed to him again.
Towering over the sitting dwarf, you trail your hands down to wash between your legs, watching him take in the sight of you. As you reach back and wash your behind, his eyes still trained on the soapy curls of your pubes, you have a thought that sends heat skittering up your neck into your face. He’s practically drooling already, but you think you might be able to break that willpower of his.
Turning around, showing him your bubbled-up rear, you bend from your hips, keeping your knees straight, folding in half to wash down the rest of your legs.
You hear a moan and a curse you can’t understand. You straighten, looking behind you to see him standing, fumbling with his trousers. He finally gets them undone and practically rips them down his legs to stand totally bare.
He has that intensity in his gaze that makes you feel a little dizzy when you meet his eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking down if you tried.
A large, thick, hairy appendage, free of its cotton binds, bobbing with movement, stands proudly out in front of him. Your mouth seems to water a little at the sight, your thighs unconsciously clenching together slightly, a small gasp breaking through your throat. He makes a rumble that sounds close to a moan while watching your reaction to him.
You barely manage to tear your eyes away to look at his gorgeous face again, but when you do, you see that a gentle vulnerability has snuck into his eyes. He’s never looked more gorgeous.
“Please, darling, wash with me, lest I lose my composure now.” You instruct him, your ears heating, trying to keep your eyesight at chest level and upwards but not having a lot of luck.
“Anything you wish, amrâl” he replies coyly. Slowly. he walks in, you move back a little to give him space, watching as the muscles ripple in his thighs with each step. He briefly dips into the water to wet himself, before returning to stand before you.
A bit of self awareness slaps you in the face, and you hold out the soap, looking down to your feet as the shame creeps in. “Sorry, I’m not being very ladylike. I’ll let you wash in peace.” Straight up not knowing where your little striptease plan was going to take you.
“You can be as unladylike as you want, Y/N,” he responds, “in fact, I’d prefer it that way.” There’s a naughty glint in his eye as you look at him again, but his voice holds a little of that vulnerability you just saw.
It gives you the confidence boost you need.
You step closer to him, realising that his eyes are at the same level as your tits. He also realises this, eyes going comically wide as he sees them coming towards him.
You bring your hands and the soap to rest on his hairy chest as he looks up at you. “Let’s get you clean then” you say.
You lather this chest, enjoying the way his muscles feel under your hands, especially as you work a little lower. Bending a little, your breasts fall a bit further to his face and you feel his hot breath on your skin. His abs twitch against your hands and a sharp breath comes from him as you trail your fingers along a ridge by his hips.
He’s built like a bear. He’s not lean, but he’s not all soft. He’s rock solid, thick, and hairy. And so is his body. (wink wink)
You don’t have enough confidence to go all the way down. So you push the soap into his hands, “You can finish the um… the front. And I’ll get your back” you almost whisper.
He smirks, blushing despite himself, taking the soap and turning to face away, “Thank you, ghivashel”.
Running your hands over his shoulders, you notice how tightly bunched they are. You rub the soap on your hands into them, digging your thumbs into the knots.
He lets out the loudest groan yet, and you’re surprised to see his hands hanging down by his sides.
“Oh, good lord lass, I didn’t think that could ever feel that good.” He moans out.
You’re blushing again, still working his shoulders as you feel the tension relaxing under your hands. “I could feel how tight you were.”
He chuckles darkly, “My darling, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.” Your tummy does the flippy thing. “Not only are you a walking goddess, but you’ve got magic hands too. What did I ever do to deserve this blessing?”
You roll your eyes as his exclamations, not feeling disbelief like you had before, but not truly believing them yet either.
“Well if you’d rather I stand here and rub your shoulders this evening…” You trail off, a slight tease in your voice.
His hands are suddenly back to work in front of him, washing quickly, “No! Not at all, I’m enjoying those hands, lass, but I’d rather be enjoying those thighs.”
You laugh lightly in response, stepping away to wash the rest of the bubbles off of your own body. By the time you’ve stood and stepped out of the pool, Dwalin is standing there with you, having rinsed himself too.
“Alright, amrâl, it’s time I treat you as the goddess I keep saying you are.” he says, hands coming to wrap around your waist, creeping up your back. He ducks his head, pressing a kiss to your ribs, just below your breast, making you suck in an involuntary breath.
“How do you want me?” You rasp.
“Lay back, my love, let me show you how I can take care of you” He brings his hands to your hips, gently pulling down to guide you to the grass. You sit, and he follows, hands shifting to your shoulders, light pressure pushing you backwards, your apprehension keeping your breaths quick.
Something changes in the air, as you realise that you’re fully exposed to him. You know he feels it too, his hands feeling more firm in their touch, his breathing turning rugged. You feel as though you’ve taken an aphrodisiac, your core becoming more tingly and more wet as the seconds go on.
He’s kneeling, sitting back on his feet, between your legs, his hands running firmly up and down your thighs where they rest beside him. He brings his gaze down directly between your legs, and you swear you hear him moan a little. You can’t help but to close your thighs up in front of him, preventing him from staring so intensely into you. His eyes snap up and his hands rest their movement, hovering inches away.
“If you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. This is only enjoyable for me when it’s enjoyable for you.” He’s staring directly into your eyes, your soul maybe.
His words sink into your skin, the genuine tone to his words relaxes some apprehension, and you loosen your thighs apart a bit. “You’re sure this is something that will be nice for you too?” You ask, still not believing him fully.
“I would spend the next week between your legs if that should please you, amrâl, the hardest part is going to be stopping myself from having too good of a time while my mouth is on your cunt.” He confesses, giving himself a couple of quick pumps with his hand, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip of his glorious cock.
Blushing, you relax your legs further, allowing him to gently push them wider, feeling your pussy open to the cool evening air, the wetness already there making it a pleasant sensation. “Please, Dwalin,” you say in a voice that almost doesn’t sound like your own, “taste me, show me.”
That’s all he needed. He doesn’t even groan, he rumbles at your words, the noise sounding more like it should originate from a dragon than a dwarf.
He flattens himself between your legs, arms hooking around your thighs to rest his hands on your hips and grip you in place. His beard tickles your skin as you feel him move in close. Your head is tipped back, looking at the sky, all your attention on the feeling between your legs.
He licks a stripe from the base of your entrance all the way up to your clit, tongue wide and flat but firm. The sensation is better than you could have ever hoped for. “Oh.” you softly cry, the sound slipping past your lips before you can stop yourself.
He proceeds to lick and suck and kiss all over your clit and labia. You didn’t realise that this area could feel so good. And you never would have thought someone would use their mouth to do it. You’d used your own fingers a couple of times to rub yourself, but it never really felt this good.
His lips attach themselves around your clit, sucking while his tongue quickly taps against it. You feel the moan being ripped from your lungs. You instinctively try to close your thighs, the sensation too strong. But his grip on you is stronger, so you just squeeze his head a little before willing your thighs to release a bit. You’re starting to understand the thing he said about suffocation and thighs.
A couple more heavenly seconds go by before he lifts his head, a whine escaping your throat at the loss of pressure.
“Is that good for you, ghivashel?” He asks, smiling like the devil, beard glistening in the light of the sunset.
“Yes, please, keep… mmm.. more. Please? I’ve never felt this good.” You ramble at him, barely recognising your own voice.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He says, the last words getting muffled as he dives back into your pussy, making you squeal. Fuck, he loves that sound.
He goes straight back to what he was doing and a new pressure starts building. You start whining a bit, more squeals coming from you each second. A bit of a zing of terror goes down your spine as you suddenly get the urge like you need to pee. You have to tell him, but you don’t want this pleasure to stop, but how mortifying it would be to accidentally urinate on the poor dwarf while he’s doing this to you.
“Dwalin,” you moan out his name, “Dwalin, I think I need to pee, you should stop.” You manage to say, rising up on your elbows.
He moans in response, “No, my darling, trust me, just let go.” He growls into your cunt, not bothering to lift his head this time.
He returns to his rhythm, if anything, intensifying the pressure slightly. Your elbows give out and you slump back, breathing heavier as you gaze up at the clouds.
The sensation builds again in seconds, and your moans take on a slight growl of your own. The feeling makes you a little nervous again, but you push that down and try to follow his words, closing your eyes to let your body fully focus on the feeling.
It builds. And it builds. And you squeal again and again. And it continues to build.
“Oh! Mmmm, ah! Dwalin!” You exclaim, “ohhh my god it feels so good.” You’re squirming, thighs squeezing, hands grabbing at the grass around you.
He moans at your words, the rumble vibrating through your core, which is exactly what tips you over the edge.
You go absolutely still, every muscle in your body clenching, your squeal reaching a pitch you’d never hit before, as you feel like your soul has just been catapulted into the stars. You can feel his mouth still working at you, his arms still holding you firm, your walls clenching and fluttering against nothing. The world feels like it's exploding in your ears.
After a few glorious seconds, your body releases itself, a sigh coming out like another moan. But that lasts all but a moment as you realise he’s still suctioned to your clit. You sit up a bit, grabbing at his hair, pulling him up like a kitten by the scruff.
“Oh! Oh my goodness,” you begin, breathlessly, “please stop, it's too much, wayyy too much, ohh.” He reluctantly pulls his head up and off of you, grinning, his face drenched, spit coating his lips, as your thighs shake a little involuntarily.
“Ah, see amrâl? I told you I would spend days with my face between your legs if you’d let me.”
”And you also enjoyed what just happened? But I was the only one being pleasured?” You ask, confused and dazed, letting go of his hair.
He releases your thighs, sitting back up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ”Don’t worry about that, hearing and feeling you find release is a symphony to my ears, it brings a kind of satisfaction that you wouldn’t understand, pebble.”
“…Maybe I’d like to try to understand…” you say, bringing your half-lidded gaze down to his still rock hard, weeping cock as it rests against his lower belly.
Another rumble comes from his chest. “You don’t know what your words do to me, ghivashel.” He groans, running a hand down his face. It doesn’t escape you that his cock bobbed against his tummy, seemingly by itself, at the same time. The sight of it thrilling you in the best way.
“I’d like to help you find release, in whatever way you want, my love” you almost coo the words up to him, unable to dampen down the gooey warm feeling in your chest.
You can see him choke on your words, his whole body leaning into a sigh that puffs his chest. “My darling… mmmm,” he begins, holding your thighs, and closing his eyes briefly, “what I want… is to bury my cock deep into your perfect cunt… so fucking deep…” he’s panting now, but opens his eyes to look into your soul through yours again, “and release my seed into you while I feel you clench and flutter and squirm and come undone around me, and look so beautifully wrecked as you do.”
You know your mouth is hanging open by the time he finishes his sentence. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything so dirty in your life.
“I’ve never had someone inside me like that,” you stare down his sizeable length again, “I… I think I’d like it, but I don’t know if you’d fit.”
Dwalin feels like he might pass out at this point, he wants to blame that on the fact that you have all the blood in his body rushing into his groin, keeping him harder than he’s ever been. But also, he can’t believe you’re trusting him so much with your body. He’d never admit it, but the idea that you want to give him your virginity makes him want to cry a little, out of elation.
His voice is rough with emotion, his breath still coming out in pants, “My darling, such a beautiful gift you are willing to bestow on me. If you would like me to continue, I will do everything in my power to reduce any discomfort. I will stop at the slightest hesitation, your body is heavenly, I wish to do nothing to harm it.”
Since when was he a romantic wordsmith? You can’t even say anything, also becoming a little choked up with emotion. All you can do is sit up, wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips in a kiss.
This time, it's slow, it's gentle, but by god it’s hot. You can feel yourselves getting lost in it, hands starting to wander, your bodies starting to rock a little in a natural rhythm already. After a minute, you pull away just enough to stare into his eyes.
All you can say is “…please” which, you’re not sure if that was an appropriate answer, but it’s the only one you’ve got.
He tilts his head back with another groan, before snapping his head forward to stare you down again. “I need you to say it, to say you want me, to say you want me inside you.” He’s now gripping your thighs hard.
“I want it, Dwalin, I want you, I need you to fill me up.” You barely get the words out before he’s on top of you, crashing his lips back to yours in a desperate kiss.
To be continued in an unexpected part 3…
