Heavy - A Dwalin x reader one shot - Part 3
NSFW
HI lmao the AO3 curse got my ass so bad it’s been like 7 months.
Oh well, here’s some filthy smut to enjoy xx picks up right where part 2 left off so highly suggest reading that first lol.
CW: virgin reader, unprotected sex, he finishes inside, cute post-sex cuddles, unrealistic loss of virginity
Please don’t interact if you’re a minor.
Also apologies if you’re a virgin, this is no way an accurate representation of losing your virginity, in fact it glosses over the very important aspect of lube entirely (because this is my fictional playhouse not yours lol).
BUT OTHERWISE ENJOY YOU HORNY BASTARDS
Previous parts:
Part 1
Part 2 (NSFW)
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“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.
He’s everywhere, his hands are roaming, in your hair, on your thighs, caressing your hip, then covering your breast. You thought you had already been quite physically satisfied, but whatever he’s currently doing is building something new in you. There’s a strange, hot ache in your lower belly and legs, a sense that you need more of something but you’re not yet sure what.
He rests between your legs. His body is warm and heavy, he’s holding some of his weight off of you but still using it to pin you into the grass. He pulls a couple articles of your discarded clothing under your head to cushion it from the ground. A new feeling of security and safety is warming you from your chest. You can feel his cock resting between you as he struggles to stop himself from thrusting.
His right hand, currently resting on your left breast, gives a firm squeeze before his fingers move and pinch your nipple. A shot of electricity goes through your body, a surprised moan pulled from your lips straight into his mouth. Grinning against you, he does it again. This time, the electric feeling makes you grind your hips upwards with a moan. Your pussy moves against him, leaving a feeling of slick on his skin and it’s his turn to moan in surprise.
“I need to prepare you, amrâl,” he says against your lips, “so I don’t hurt you.”
”Please, do it quickly.” You barely whisper, blushing as he pulls away to look you in the eyes, but you can’t stop looking at his lips.
“I will, my darling, you sound so pretty when you beg like that for me,” he brings his hand up, gently stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, “I bet you sound even prettier when you’re crying for me in desperation.” His middle finger slips into your mouth and you start to suck out of instinct before you suddenly realise what you’re doing.
Your eyes go wide while his darken, becoming slightly hazed as he gazes back at you. “But I don’t have the patience for that tonight, love. Be a good lass and relax for me.” You don’t have time to catch your brain cells up because his hand has already trailed back down your body, skimming the ticklish spot at the junction of your thigh, making your breath hitch once more.
“Deep breath, my love.” he says once more against your lips. You do as he instructs, trying to loosen the muscles in your body too, as his middle finger circles once, twice, before breaching your entrance to the last knuckle. Your mouth falls open against his in a high pitched whine, the feeling of the finger being odd but so so right. He starts pumping the finger in and out of you, a slow but sure rhythm, dragging another whine from you as your breathing speeds up slightly.
“So good for me, amrâlimê, you’re doing so well.” He presses a kiss to the side of your open mouth, before moving to dot them all down your jaw and neck as he continues working his hand. “Mmm so sweet, my pebble, all of this beautiful soft skin just waiting to be kissed and worshipped.” He’s rambling into your neck now, still dutifully pumping his finger in and out of your pussy.
It’s still not enough. “More, more please,” you whine at him, in a voice that sounds too breathless to surely be your own. He chuckles against your skin, not lifting his head, but slipping his ring finger in too on the next thrust of his hand. He nuzzles up under your chin with his nose so he can feel your groan from the stretch.
“That’s such a good girl, opening up so well for me darling.” You’re panting like a dog at the elation from his praise as well as the extra digit adding a delicious pressure to your inner walls. He picks up the pace of his fingers a little, loving how pliable your whole body has become at the sensation.
”Please, please don’t make me wait, I - I need you, please Dwalin.” You’re pleading softly into the air, your eyes screwed shut, head tilted back. He groans at your words, sucking another kiss into that soft spot on your neck, as he starts rutting his cock into the crease of your thigh.
Another whine leaves your throat with more desperation, and he realises he’s just as desperate now.
He thrusts his fingers one last time, making sure to curl them firmly upwards as he pulls them out and pulls his head up to look once more at your face. Your eyes shoot open at the loss, a pathetic little noise coming from your mouth. “Shhh, sshh, my wee heart,” he shushes you with a breathless chuckle, “I’m giving you what you need, don’t fuss.” His fingers dip once more to gather your slick wetness before stroking and coating his cock with it, humming a moan at the feeling.
He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, pushing it barely through the soft folds, his eyes taking in the way your eyebrows have slightly knit together, the flush to your cheeks, how plump your lips look from all his kisses, how your eyes seem to be shining so bright at him in the dying sunlight.
“Beautiful” He coos simply at you, pushing forwards and finally, finally, filling you up in one go.
He stops still, hips hard against your own, eyes still trailing your face like he’s going to find the meaning of life as he watches your reaction. The stretch you feel is something else. A groan, almost animalistic, crawls its way out of your mouth as your jaw drops open, slack. “Oh, oh my god,” you gasp, your eyes flicking between his as you watch him back.
His eyebrows arch slightly as he asks if it’s ok. It’s your turn to let out a breathy laugh as you respond, “yes, oh goodness yes, mmmm please move, oh god please do something,” you’re back to begging him so quick, it’s breaking his hold on his sanity he feels.
“Mm don’t worry I have you amrâl, I’ve got you.” He finishes his sentence by dragging his length almost all the way out before plunging right back in again, drawing a deep moan from the both of you. He starts a nice rhythm, not too fast, making sure he’s dragging almost all the way out before sliding back in again. You’ve both started to pant a little already, Dwalin suddenly realising he needs to focus a bit, lest he finishes this before it’s barely started.
You, on the other hand, are lost in it. You’re sure your brain has turned to mush, not a single coherent thought floating through it. Just pure pleasure. The assured weight of his body against yours. His groaned breaths like nothing you’ve ever heard before. The pressure of his cock stretching you out. The primal urge for pressure and contact against your lower torso and thighs has been only slightly satiated. As if of their own volition, your hips start grinding up to meet his with each thrust, increasing the force of each impact.
“So good, oh god you feel so good.” you manage to whine through the haze, legs squeezing his sides, arms scrabbling against his back like you’re trying to pull him into your own skin. The added force of your own movement seems to have unlocked sensation that you can’t help but keep chasing. Your greedy body wants more and more of this feeling, your cunt seeming to agree as you start hearing a more prominent wet sound with each thrust.
“Absolutely gorgeous, my darling, oh so sweet for me,” he’s starting to ramble again, his head dropping once more into your neck. “ And so fucking wet for me, do you hear that?” he growls against your skin, making his next two thrusts a little harder, “such a good pussy.”
You let out an extra involuntary whine as he returns to his previous intensity, “mmm oh please, please Dwalin, I need… i need…” you trail off into a pathetic huff towards the sky.
”Aw, what do you need ghivashel? Hmm?” he’s back up looking into your face, uttering his words in such a teasing tone. “Did you want it harder?”
”Please! Please oh Dwalin, I need more.” He grins like the devil again.
”Don’t fret, pebble, I know what you need.” He says, his voice impossibly deep, “tell me if it hurts.”
He sits up again on his knees, trying his best to keep most of his length inside you, while his hands dig under the insides of your knees and start lifting, bringing his hands to the underside of your thighs as he lifts your legs towards your chest.
As the movement shifts your hips, you feel the change in sensation where you’re stretched around his cock. “Oh fuck yes” is all you can manage. You feel like you’re being folded in half, which should be mortifying, especially with your feet and lower legs just dangling in the air, but you really can’t seem to care, not when it feels this good.
”That’s what I thought.” Dwalin moans down at you, smirk on his face as he pushes his huge hands against the backs of your thighs. He positions himself better for the new angle, and pushes his cock in impossibly further.
You don't even say words, just incoherent babbling, as he resumes his steady pace, this time with a little extra weight thrown into each thrust. His hips slap against the backs of your thighs, the wet sound intensifying too as your pussy continues to uncontrollably clench and squeeze around him.
You can feel the pleasure climbing in your body again, the light burn of it like before when he was devouring you with his tongue. You moan and whimper as he groans and mumbles back at you. He can hear the change in pitch though, along with the slight wiggle to your hips that is fighting his grip.
He leans forward, taking his hands away from your thighs and letting his shoulders hook in behind your knees to keep you pinned. One hand braces himself on the ground, the other coming down to sneak between your bodies and find your puffy clit.
He starts a gentle circling motion that almost blows your head off your shoulders. You let out a moan louder than any before, not even having the shame to try cover your mouth. He chuckles, a breathy sound punctuated by his own moans as he feels your walls pulse and clench around him at the new stimulation.
“Mmmm, are you close again, my love? Ready to fall apart on my cock?” he says, gravel in his voice as he picks up the speed of his thrusts and his fingers.
You can’t even answer, you think you nod yes, another round of noises and mumbles leaving your mouth. Until suddenly, a wave of clarity crashes through you as you start reaching the edge of that cliff again, understanding this time what that feeling means. “oh, OH, yes, yes yes, oh I’m close, I’m gonna… I… yes” is all that comes out before your body forces you silent, mouth open as you feel your body soaring ever higher.
“Yes, oh good girl, yes, come apart for me.” He praises you as he can feel you start to thrash beneath him while your cunt squeezes impossibly harder, almost sending him over the edge with you.
It takes 5 more thrusts before your orgasm shatters through you. He keeps fucking you through it, loudly moaning as your walls flutter with spasms around his whole length. The warmth of your climax streaming through all your limbs. It passes after a few glorious seconds, your body falling mostly limp as the pleasure now shimmers through your blood.
You realise your hearing has just come back to you as Dwalin has buried his head into the junction of your neck, babbling and groaning as he continues to fuck into you. You bring a hand up to hold the back of his head as his hips start losing their rhythm.
“Please Dwalin, give me your seed.” you murmur to him, knowing it will be his undoing.
He shudders with a gasp at your words, groans something deep and indecipherable into your skin. He thrusts twice more, hard, before he locks his hips to yours with a sound closer to a whine than a moan. A zing goes straight through your body, as though your previous orgasms meant nothing, and you can’t help but moan in response as you feel him pulse inside you, filling you up.
You stay there a long moment, just basking in the embrace, in the feeling of each other's skin, both pairs of hands wandering and soothing as the endorphins take you both through the clouds.
He pulls his head up and back, seeking your eyes, smiling a little when he sees your blushing face with glassy eyes staring back at him. He leans into the gentlest kiss he’s given you so far, before pulling away, kissing each cheek, and leaning up back on his knees.
“So good for me my ghivashel, such a sweet darling.” He soothes you, while running his hands firmly over your thighs and hips, trying to relax all your muscles again as he pulls himself out.
You can’t help yourself but just lay there like your bones have turned to pudding. You gaze up at him like he’s a god, your body feeling so content like it's never truly been at ease until this moment.
“Wow,” you breathe out, loving the way his cheeks redden with something other than exertion, “you’ve made my brains turn stupid, I don’t know how to speak.”
He puffs his chest a little, eyes glowing with pride as he takes in your fucked-out form laying before him. “That’s ok my lovely pebble, all you need to do is lay there and look pretty, which you’re already doing, I’m here to think for you now.”
He reaches above you, dragging his discarded coat towards you, before laying down next to you. He gathers you into his chest with one arm, pulling his thick coat over top of you both with his other.
You rub your face into his skin, like a nuzzling kitten, he can’t help but coo at you while he rubs your back and sides.
“So lovely, so sweet, my ghivashel, rest now,” he kisses your head briefly, “you did so well for me.”
You feel so overwhelmed with emotion, all good, happy, mushy feelings, you sigh and mumble into his skin “I think I might love you.”
His breath hitches, and he realises he can’t speak. He just squeezes you closer, and presses his lips to your head for a long moment. “I would be the luckiest dwarf alive.” he whispers to your hair.
Your body sinks into his embrace, all worries leaving your nervous system. There’s quite literally nowhere you think you would rather be in the entire world than wrapped in his arms. Your eyes start feeling really heavy and within a minute, he can feel your breaths even out, your mouth falling open, a little bit of drool leaking onto his chest. He’s never felt happier or cozier in his long life.
He stares sleepily up at the stars, thanking any and every deity he can think of, as you fall into the most restful slumber you’ve ever had, tucked safely into his chest.
