damn I know I write about it and think about it and stroke myself to it all the time but oh my gaaaawwd you guys can you imagine how utterly humiliating it would be if someone could smell your arousal?
like if they had the ability to walk into a room, sniff once or twice and then they casually comment on how much precum you're leaking? like wouldn't it just SUCK if you were arguing with your partner and the whole time they're just smirking at you because they know you've got a whole reservoir between your legs, even though you're mad at them?
god what would even be the POINT anymore of trying to resist or play coy or act disinterested if they just ... knew? you know?
Like you could be a top tier expert at hiding your boner, but what good is that if they can tell you're leaving a wet spot even if they can't SEE it?
your hard nipples might be buried under a thick cable knit sweater and your most disgusting thoughts hidden behind a bland polite smile, but that smell ... that smell doesn't lie
Characters : @linasofia x Thorin, @laurfilijames x Fíli, me x Ori
Words: 1.7k
Warning: SMUT, NSFW, nudity, unprotected sex and the whole sheblam
Previous chapters
“I’ll meet you in the aula then, after your practice?” Tova closed and locked the flimsy door to the séparé with a click that echoed through the tiny space.
“Hmmmm,” Thorin looked up at her, drinking in her curves as she made her way back to where he sat; this far, the presence of his friends and family had kept him from thinking about her body overmuch, but now the scent of her shampoo filled the air, and he could barely breathe.
“God be merciful, you are so beautiful. I still cannot believe that you’re mine,” he sighed as she sank down on his lap, her long legs sticking out to either side of him, the residual moisture in their respective garments almost steaming with the heat of their bodies.
“I am all yours,” Tova purred happily, grabbing a handful of his tangled hair, and shoving it back to give her better access to his throat; he smelled like chlorine and warm skin, and she could have breathed him in for hours.
It was torture – sweet torture, but torture nonetheless – to see him stride around in his swim trunks and not being allowed to get her hands on him; the muscles in his arms bunched as he pushed her down on the cushions his kinsmen had sat upon only minutes earlier, and – finally – she could feel the shifting of his raw strength into warm tenderness.
“This was an excellent choice,” he mumbled as his fingers slid between the black fabric clinging to her clammy skin and that fire nothing could extinguish within her blood, “but, really, let’s never bring the family to occasions where you wear something like that ever again.”
“Oh, why?” Tova teased, but when his finger touched her waiting warmth, brushing up and down that secret path, her words melted into soft moans that she tried to stifle by biting down on the inside of her cheek viciously.
“Because, then, I’d have to explain this,” Thorin grinned, pressing his impressive erection against her thigh, which drew another plaintive sound from her as she squirmed against his exploring fingers as much as the promise of that solid heat against her cold skin.
“Well, do you really think they do not know?” Tova asked breathlessly.
The answering laughter was throaty and full, a tad too loud, and entirely too lusty to be appropriate.
“Oh, they know, but they don’t have to see it,” Thorin chuckled.
“It’s true that it is rather hard to oversee,” Tova nodded and saw him preen with pride before he could hide the reaction.
“We should maybe get out of these wet clothes if we’re not going back into the water, so we don’t catch a cold. What do you think my love?” Thorin teased her as he undid the clasp of her bikini with as much ease as he usually did with her bra.
She wondered if he had done that many times before and as he was kissing his way down her stomach, she decided to ask him outright.
“No,” he laughed, “but I grew up with a bunch of boys. We practised on Fí’s mother’s bras. Don’t laugh, we did…Ori wouldn’t even touch the damn thing; he’s such a wuss.”
“I can assure you that he touches Jia above and beneath that bra of hers,” Tova roared, forgetting about the people who might overhear.
A fierce scowl appeared on her boyfriend’s face and Tova realised that he had adopted Jia to a certain extent and was unamused about hearing that she had sex, even if it was with the man he had secretly – or not so secretly – wanted to see her with.
“Hmmm, good on him,” Thorin finally muttered and let his tongue trail down from her navel to the spot where all her anticipation seemed to be bundled into a tight knot that held her whole body together.
As he untangled that knot skilfully with his fingers and mouth, she came undone in every sense of the word, writhing on the soft cushions, and sighing his name under her breath while his hands held on to her thighs possessively.
“Come to me,” she begged and when he filled her, shifting to seat himself completely in her, a long, shivering sigh passed her lips and bounced around the curved ceiling of their alcove until it sounded like a storm.
“Woah, that’s hot,” Fíli exclaimed as soon as they had entered the small room with the dark wooden panelling that radiated heat.
“Me or the sauna?” Lo cocked one eyebrow provocatively.
“Both,” he grinned, sitting down on one of the small wooden benches and stretching out his legs.
Blocking the door with the handle of a big spoon, Lo walked into the furthest corner of the room and started toying with the small bands that kept her bikini in place, her every move followed eagerly by her boyfriend’s avid eyes that shone like blue marbles in the dim light.
“What are you doing?” he asked, breathless on account of the two very different kinds of heat turning his body into wax.
“Well, I want to see you sweat,” Lo purred, pulling ever so slowly at one of the shiny, golden straps until it plopped open with a low, grating sound that chased gooseflesh down Fíli’s arms.
“Love, this is a public space,” he muttered helplessly, his own body betraying him as the top of her bikini fell noiselessly to the ground like a shooting star crashing onto the earth.
She didn’t care in the least and when she settled her knees on either side of his body, breathing in the fresh, clean sweat of his skin, his hands automatically found the tiny bows holding the bottom of her bikini in place and tugged.
Her lips found his with the unerring confidence of a sleepwalker and she breathed in his tremulous sigh as his fingers found her warm and ready, slick with sweat and lust.
“You look great in swim trunks,” she whispered as she grazed his throat with her teeth hungrily, rocking into his seeking fingers with unbridled eagerness and matching the pace of his teasing caresses.
“They are old, and I guess it’s time to dispose of them because they feel rather tight right now,” he laughed, leaning slightly back, and letting her rub herself on him; her shocking nakedness compared to his feigned decency was exhilarating.
He could withstand the tantalising friction of her body against his for only a few seconds before he pulled down the trunks carelessly and arched into her, supporting her back with his slippery hands and releasing an almost tortured groan.
“Oh Lo, baby, we should really not…” the rest of his sentence was lost in the moan she drew from him as she shifted her weight to drive him mercilessly deeper inside her, her mouth revelling in the salty taste of his messy kisses.
Everything felt warm and moist, the oppressing heat around them made his heart race as if it was about to participate in the Kentucky Derby, but he was entranced by the rhythm of her body fanning the flames of his soul into a roaring inferno.
Maybe, he was about to burst into sparks of gold, he thought – dazed – as his eyes went sightless with rapture; he was caught in a world that was slick and smooth as if sliding down the voracious maw of an unknown beast, and he loved it.
When she caught fire around him, serenading his burning ears with sweet moans, he followed her into hell without hesitation, ready to brave flame and ice to stay as close to her as he could.
“We’re going to fail that English Lit assignment if we don’t get a move on,” Ori declared, settling down on the warm stone bench with an anthology in his lap.
He looked utterly adorable and very reprimanding.
“Aye, aye, Cap’,” I chuckled and crawled between his spread thighs to come to rest against his warm chest, “what do you fancy then?”
It was a loaded question, of course it was, and I could feel that my proximity had not gone unnoticed by the dumber parts of his anatomy; twisting my head around, I gave him my most innocent glance as I took the book and rested it carefully on the swell of my breasts.
“Jia,” he growled warningly, shifting underneath me uncomfortably, as his eyes tried to stay on the book and not stray to the bulging flesh cushioning the worn covers, “you bought this bikini today, yes? You chose this bikini?”
“My bikini is of no relevance whatsoever, dear boy,” I purred, letting myself sink a little heavier against him, “you wanted to choose an opus for our class!”
“My brothers have always warned me that – one day – something would come along and keep me from always having my nose stuck in book,” he mused pensively as his fingers trailed down my arms.
“And did they have this in mind, you think?” I chuckled, shivering slightly under the sweet tenderness that was so stark a contrast to the solid heat pressing into my lower back.
“Dori? No…Nori? Yes, most definitely,” he laughed, sitting up a little straighter and engraving his praise for the choice of the bikini into the skin of my shoulder in a hoarse whisper.
It was safe to say that we got not much reading done after all, especially after his nimble fingers found the simple metallic clasp of the bra of my bikini, his hands roaming up and down my back seductively.
“Didn’t you want to read, love of mine?” I asked slowly, turning around in his arms, and peppering small kisses along his jaw as the book fell to the floor with a muted thud.
“Ah…later,” he grinned and increased the pressure between my shoulder blades to get me in reach for a thorough, deep kiss.
“We have time,” I nodded, entranced by the warmth flooding my system as his fingers slowly pulled on the bikini slip as well, shoving it down my thighs patiently while his lips were still busy teasing small sighs from my own.
“There could be someone coming in at any moment,” he contradicted with a small moan when my own hand slipped down his trunks to investigate how interested he really was in the proceedings.
“I don’t care,” I smiled, “you’re mine and I don’t mind anyone knowing.”
As we turned, the book long forgotten, and his body slipped into mine effortlessly, I was hellbent on proving this to him.
so, some three idiots are trying to set a trash can full of leaves under my window on fire for nearly 20 minutes now... it's been raining for nearly 20 hours straight now. they seem quite suprised it doesn't work
