It is a dark night as Kili is sitting by the fire, surrounded by the rest of the dwarves who are asleep. While he is just looking into the flames, trying his best to keep his guard up and not fall asleep. Suddenly, he hears a suspicious motion in the bushes. He grabs his axe tight, slowly approaching.
“Who is it?” he whispers in an angry tone. “Reveal yourself!”
You step out from behind a tree, eyes narrowed at the dwarf in front of you. “Don’t be too loud, you will awaken your friends.”
He holds his axe up in a defensive position, ready to swing if necessary. “And who are you to tell me what to do, elf?”
He looks at you in disbelief and suspicion. His eyes widen as he suddenly remembers his manners. “And what are you even doing here?”
“Calm yourself, I pose no threat to you.” You cautiously move closer to him, hands up to show him your lack of weapons. “Prince Kili, my name is Y/N.”
He hesitantly lowers his axe but remains on guard. Looking you up and down, his grip on the handle remains tight. “What are your intentions here, then?”
He asks, his voice laced with suspicion and distrust. He can’t help but be wary of you, as elves and dwarves typically do not get along.
“My Lord Elrond sent me to keep an eye on you all.” You cross your arms under your chest, stepping closer. “I am only here to keep watch, you’re falling asleep so I figured I should take over for you.”
“Keep watch?” Kili laughs bitterly. “As if I believe that. You probably came here to gather information for your elven king.”
He glances over at his sleeping comrades, making sure they’re still asleep. “I don’t need an elf spying on me while I rest.”
You take a seat next to him, crossing one leg over the other. “Just rest dwarf. I will not spy on you.”
He grumbles as you take a seat beside him. He still doesn’t trust you, but he’s too tired to be constantly on high alert.
He leans back against a tree, keeping his axe close, and closes his eyes. “You better not try anything funny, elf.”
“Rest.” You command him, eyes on the horizon as you watch for any threats. Kili begins to drift to sleep, his head falling onto your shoulder.
"Mmm..." he mumbles, too tired to protest as his head hits your shoulder.
He struggles to keep awake, but his exhaustion wins. He drifts off into a deep sleep, his breathing slow and steady.
He mutters something incoherent as he leans more into your shoulder, shifting closer in his sleep.
Despite your tense body, Kili keeps sleeping peacefully against you, his warm breath against your neck.
He moves again, his head now resting fully on your lap. He makes a comfortable noise as he nuzzles against you in his sleep.
His hair brushes against your leg as he subconsciously wraps an arm around your waist.
You reach down, brushing your fingers through his hair gently. As you’ve followed the company on their journey, Kili has caught your attention, and your affection, perhaps even your heart.
He sighs contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair, his body relaxing under your touch.
His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, pulling himself closer to you. Even in his sleep, he seems to enjoy your comfort.
“You’re quite sleepy aren’t you..” you murmur, head falling back against the tree as you trail your fingers down his back.
The feeling of your fingers tracing down his back sends a shiver down his spine, causing him to stir slightly in his sleep.
He looks up at you, his eyes hazy from grogginess. “Wh-What’s going on?” he mumbles, still half asleep.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep Prince.” You hush him, your hand going from his hair to his lips.
He blinks a few more times, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He realizes he's lying on your lap, and that your hand is now on his lips. His cheeks flush a slight shade of red.
"W-What are you doing?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. A small rabbit jumps out of the bush, capturing both of your attention. He watches the rabbit hop away, his thoughts distracted for a moment.
He looks back up at you, his hand still resting on your hip. He realizes the situation he's in, his head resting in your lap and your hand still on his lips.
His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as he tries to sit up, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being so close to you.
"I-I'm sorry," he stutters, trying to gather his thoughts.
You push his head back down into your lap gently, “Don’t worry, you must be well rested so just go back to sleep.”
He tries to protest, his cheeks flushing even more with embarrassment. "But I-I can't just lie here in your lap like this..." he stutters, trying to push himself up again.
“You won’t be caught cuddling with an elf.” You reply, fingers tangling in his hair once again. “They are all asleep.”
His protests die on his lips as he feels your fingers in his hair once again. The soothing sensation causes him to relax slightly, his body losing some of its tension.
"But still...it's not right..." he mutters, his voice weakening as he leans into your touch.
“Not right?” You question, eyes scanning his features.
He shifts slightly in your lap, avoiding your gaze.
"F-For a prince of dwarves to... to lie in the lap of an elf..." he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. He glances up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“So your status..” you begin, amusement in your tone. “Because you’re a Prince I should not lay my hands upon you?”
He looks up at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. "I-I...well, yes..." he stammers.
He shifts again in your lap, his body betraying his own words as he unconsciously leans into your touch. "...we dwarves have our own rules and traditions you know," he mutters defensively.
“I see,” you grin. “So why are you still holding on to me, Prince?”
He freezes as your words sink in, his eyes widening in realization.
He looks down, seeing that his hand is still resting on your hip. He quickly considers pulling it away, but his grip is firm, and he can't seem to let go.
"I-I..." he stutters, trying and failing to find an excuse. "I...I don't know..."
His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he avoids your gaze, embarrassed by his own actions.
“You are quite adorable,” You brush your thumb over his cheek, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “For a dwarf of course.” He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since waking up.
He can't help but notice how stunning you look, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. "Dwarves are not adorable. We are fearsome warriors. Feared across the land."
You lean forward, your gaze locked on his. “I couldn’t possibly fear you, not when you’re here in my lap like this.” Your eyes fall to his plush lips, tongue flicking out to wet your own lips.
His heart races in his chest as you lean closer to him, your gaze fixed on his lips. He can feel your breath against his face, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
"You...you should fear me," he protests weakly. "I'm a dwarf and a Prince at that..." He can't help but glance at your lips as well, his own tongue darting out to mirror your own actions.
“Would you prefer I stop?” You breathe out, gulping slightly as you brush your thumb over his lips, wanting him closer.
His breath catches in his throat as your thumb caresses his lips. He can feel his resolve weakening, his body betraying his mind as he leans closer to you.
He shakes his head, his voice a soft whisper. "No...don't stop..." You dip your head, lips finally making contact with his.
He gasps softly, his eyes widening in surprise. But he doesn't pull away, instead melting into the kiss.
He reaches up, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He kisses you back hungrily, craving more.
He quickly shifts his position, straddling your hips as he deepens the kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close against him.
He kisses you with a passion and intensity he didn't know he possessed, his tongue exploring your mouth as he desperately craves more of you.
You pull back, gasping for air, your face contorted with pleasure. “Kili..”
He looks down at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to calm his racing heart.
Hearing you say his name sends a thrill down his spine, and he can't help but smile at the sound of it. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek.
"Say my name again.." he whispers, his voice husky with desire.
A possessive growl escapes his lips as you say his name again, his teeth sinking into your neck just below your ear.
He's drunk from the taste of you, intoxicated by the sound of his own name on your lips.
You let out a shocked moan, feeling his teeth against your sensitive skin. “Kili, right there..” You gasp.
He smirks against your skin, satisfied with your reaction. He plants kisses along your neck, his hands roaming your body, unable to get enough.
He whispers your name between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you," he mutters, his words muffled by your skin, "I want you so badly."
“But my prince,” you tease. “Didn’t you say it was improper? A dwarf prince and an elf?” Your fingers trail down his abs.
He grumbles in protest, his body responding to your touch. He shivers as your fingers trail down his abs, his heart racing.
"Shut up, elf," he mutters, his voice betraying his true feelings. "You're just too damn alluring. How could I resist you.."
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours again. He eagerly kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body presses against yours. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him.
He mutters your name between kisses, his body reacting to your touch. "You're driving me insane," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I want more."
He lifts you effortlessly, placing you on his lap as he continues to assault your neck with kisses. His hands roam your body, tracing every curve and contour, desperate to feel as much of you as possible.
"You're so soft.." he mutters, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "So damn soft."
“My prince… I need you.” You brush your fingers against his back. Your hips grind on his, causing soft gasps to leave your mouth.
He groans as you grind against him, his body responding instantly to your movements. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he presses his own hips against yours.
"You drive me wild, you know that?" he mutters, his face buried in your neck as he kisses and bites at your skin. “You’re so damn perfect."
Kili’s grip tightens around you, his breathing erratic and shallow as your bodies move in sync with each other. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours with a fiery intensity.
"I never knew...an elf could make me feel like this," he admits his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. "You're more than I could have ever imagined, Y/N."
You lean in, capturing his words with a kiss that's equally as passionate as the ones before. As your tongues dance together, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the beating of your hearts.
Your hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. You pull away from the kiss, panting for air. "And you, Kili, are more than I could have ever hoped for."
He smiles, his cheeks flushed with emotion. "Is that so?" He leans in, whispering in your ear. "Then perhaps we should find a more... private place to continue this discussion?" His hand slides down your back, resting at the base of your spine.
You nod, unable to find the words to respond. The air is thick with anticipation as you both stand, Kili's arms around your waist, supporting you as you navigate the sleeping forms of his companions.
The stars above twinkle down at you, seemingly aware of the secret unfolding beneath their gaze.
You lead him to a secluded spot, your heart racing in your chest. The night is cool, but the heat between the two of you is enough to keep you warm as you lay down together, the soft grass cushioning your bodies.
He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and trepidation. "I've never felt this way before," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion.
You stroke his cheek, reassuring him. "Neither have I."
With that, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours once again, sealing the bond that fate has woven between you. The whispers of the night envelop you as you explore each other, breaking down the barriers of prejudice and tradition that once stood firm between your kind.
Kili's hands tremble as they glide over your hips, gently lifting you to help in the process. He kisses along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he works to remove any barriers between you.
His eyes never leave yours, he asks for permission with every touch, ensuring you're as eager as he is.
Once your legs are bare, he traces the soft skin of your inner thighs with his calloused fingertips, sending waves of desire through your body. His gaze is intense, filled with a passion that's been kindled in the fire of your shared moments.
With your consent, he shifts his weight, aligning his body with yours, the heat of his arousal evident. He swiftly slides out of his own pants, he kisses you deeply, his hand moving between your legs to touch you intimately. You gasp into the kiss, arching your back at the contact.
He whispers reassurances, his thumb circling your sensitive spot as he prepares to claim you in the most primal of ways. The tension builds as he slowly, carefully, pushes into you, feeling every inch of resistance give way to his insistence.
The moment he's fully inside, he stills, giving you time to adjust to his size. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. The world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and the rhythm of your hearts.
As he starts to move, the only word that passes between your lips is his name, a silent mantra of desire and need. The stars above seem to pulse with every stroke, echoing the passion that burns between you.
The dance of your bodies becomes a symphony of whispers and gasps, each movement a note that crescendos into a crescendo of pleasure.
Kili's eyes widen with surprise and satisfaction as he feels your muscles tighten around him, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure overwhelms you. His own climax is close, driven by the intense connection and the sight of your passion.
He increases his pace, his own need building as he whispers your name in your ear, his movements becoming more urgent.
The world around you shatters into a million sparks of light as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it. Kili's own release follows swiftly, his hips stuttering as he fills you completely, his face contorted in a silent shout of pleasure.
You cling to him, your breathing ragged and your heart hammering in your chest. He collapses against you, his weight a comfort as the aftershocks of your shared ecstasy roll through your bodies.
For a long moment, you both remain still, your hearts beating in sync as you catch your breath. Then, with a gentle smile, Kili brushes the hair from your face, his eyes filled with affection. "I never knew such beauty existed in the world," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that's more than just the afterglow of passion. "Neither did I, my prince," you whisper back, your eyes shining with happiness.
So I saw your prompt post, I don't know if it's still open... but if it is, do you think you could write a Bob Reynolds x Reader smut with an established relationship, soft dom Bob, pussy spanking and breast play?? Thank you so much!
Yep, still open! You're the first. Thank you for sending the request, such a good one!! Bob definitely has that soft dom aura of someone who's unintentional with it. I tried my best! I'm still new to smut and figuring out my writing style, and I haven't tried writing these specifics before... BUT super fun! I hope you like it x
Venus as a Boy - Bob Reynolds
Fandom: Thunderbolts
Warning: NSFW (18+), p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight edging, breast play, pussy slapping, creampie, slight size kink, soft!dom!Bob, a little praise. Just a boob loving Bob.
Relationship: Bob Reynolds x f!reader
Notes: My lovely first request! As you can see I kind of went rogue with this to develop it… I wrote this at night, hopefully no mistakes... and hopefully it’s what was desired!! Reader friendly ;) I hope you enjoy.
ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤
Bob dragged one foot against the mattress to try and shift where his sock had started coming off. He pushed his foot back and forth, trying to force it back up. It was annoying him. He could feel the frown pulling at his features. At least you wouldn’t comment on it, not when he had you laying back against his chest and your eyes clinging to the screen with some interest. He had one hand settled under your top, well, it was his but those lines always blurred when it came to possessions between you both.
“Stop fidgeting,” you murmured softly, interrupting his thoughts while wrapping your fingers loosely around his forearm as he continued to paw at your breast. You tucked your chin against his bicep, breathing softly while watching the film.
Bob stopped moving his foot on the mattress in an attempt to shove his sock back up, instead pushing his leg out towards the end of the bed. "It was just 'cause my sock was falling down," he moved his hand lower, crawling his fingers down.
"Don't tickle me," you warned quietly, jolting while your abdomen sucked in at the soft, barely there, trailing of his fingers over your sensitive skin. Sometimes he was a little shit, always trying to get a rise out of someone. Don't you dare, was all you were thinking, resigned to the fact he probably would and you were fully prepared to wriggle out of his arms like some kind of crocodile.
"I wasn't going to," Bob murmured, tugging the top you were wearing with quiet eagerness, freeing your breasts from their confines as the material bunched up between your chin and his bicep, tucking it there. "C'mere," he urged while wrapping his other arm around your waist to drag you closer against him.
As unintentional as you knew it was, he was practically pinning you against him. It wasn't like it was undesired. You slouched into his hold, knees pulled up a little while watching the screen on the opposite wall. He stared at you with fondness, moving his hand from your chest and tucking some hair back from your face before stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You were all soft, and skin flushed warm. The sort of thing he wanted to wake up to everyday. He wondered if this is what people meant when they spoke of 'domestic bliss' because this, right here, became the definition in his head. "Hey, sweetheart," his lips were pressed against your temple, a soft peck to express his affection. "Can I…" Bob whispered softly, hesitance in his tone as his thumb continued stroking your cheek and grinning when you leaned into his touch, letting out a soft humming noise and clasped your fingers around his wrist loosely.
"Hm?" you tilted your head back a little to look up at him, seeing his slightly flustered expression and the way he moved his eyes to focus on his other hand and how it was kneading at your chest, fingers pressing into the underside of your breast while his thumb swiped back and forth over your nipple. You had started to fidget at some point during his groping, knees knocking together in a soft motion. "What did you say, baby?"
"I uh…" Bob trailed off again, annoyed by how nervous it made him, and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as if to prolong the inevitable. He breathed deeply, taking in the comforting smell of you; the natural smell of you that was just distinctly you, along with some perfume. He wanted to bathe in it. It reminded him of all the times he would bury his face into your pillow the moment you were out of the bedroom, seeking the lingering scent that clung to the fibres. "Wanna fuck your pussy," he spoke so softly, muffled into your neck as if you would swallow the words for him. "C'mon, you knew exactly what i was going to say," he complained, sighing so dramatically that it had you laughing softly. "I've been grabbing at your chest since the movie started."
"Maybe I did," you told him while smiling, feeling some achievement at making him so flustered. There was something about the way the words rolled off his tongue, how he seemed so desperate. "I like hearing you say it."
"Yeah?" Bob chuckled lightly at the idea of that. "If it means I can get in your pants, I will say it a hundred times." With some reluctance, he unwound his arms from around you and pulled away from his place behind you. "I want to fuck your pretty little pussy," he said each word firmly and with intention, the mattress dipping while he moved clumsily to sit in front of you. He moved his hand under the crook of your knee and guided it to rest on his hip, a slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated on finding a comfortable position. "Hold on," he murmured, leaning down to rest one arm on the pillow beside your head, while the other slipped over the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging the material before deciding to leave them.
You had laid back contently, watching him with an amused smile. "You're so cute," you whispered softly.
"Cute?" Bob huffed at your comment, his hand groped your inner thigh, shoving it aside before cupping your clothed pussy, his thumb finding nestled between your folds where it pushed and pulled across the cotton in a dragging motion. "M' not fucking cute."
You dragged in a deep inhale, barely pulling anything into your lungs while widening your thighs and welcoming the teasing touch. It felt so good. Your panties caught on your clit, the very fibres adding to the simulation. You arched a little beneath him and lifted one hand, slowly tucking the loose strands of hair behind his ear before stroking his face gently. His skin was warm, almost sickly warm, but perhaps more of a deep warmth that never left. Your thumb caressed the soft skin of his cheek, firmly reassuring him with every touch as your breath hitched in the back of your throat. He's so pretty, that was your only thought. Your other hand lifted up, now cradling his face as you coaxed him down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. He melted into the affection, his forehead pressing against yours as he snorted at your choice. "You're so fucking adorable," he managed to whisper, and his voice cracked a little. "You know that?"
You swallowed at that, trying to coax more saliva in your mouth when it had run dry from the expression on his face, from the way his thumb was pressing down on your panties where a growing wetness had started to seep into the fabric. Fuck. You wanted more than that. Already you felt the instinct to shift your pelvis as the pressure on your clit increased. He kissed your cheek, overly firm and nothing more than a peck, but it made you smile. And then he pressed another, and another. Your head turned with the peppering of kisses against your cheek, starting to laugh but the sound was hoarse and it caused your throat to ache.
"You're such an asshole," he chuckled and sat up on his haunches, sighing and looking down for a moment as he focused on the short circular movements of his thumb against your clit, coaxing a squirm of your hips; shifting beneath his touch for more. Your laughter had submitted to a soft panting, interrupted only by the occasional hitch. His thumb was coated in your slick; the warm juices spreading on your panties. You had started to rotate with him, jerking your hips in a rolling motion as your breath caught in your throat from the friction of soaked cotton being rubbed against your clit.
"I'm trying to get into your pants an-and you're laughing at me." Bob takes the stimulation away. His thumb had dragged through the seam of your pussy while your abdomen tenses and a soft warmth spreads through your body, and he takes it away. The bastard. You frown at the loss. You open your mouth, about to berate him for being so cruel just as you were getting worked up. A heavy smack against your pussy causes you to jolt; almost sitting up as you pull your legs from draping over his hips to draw up in a position that prevented him from doing it again. It was so lewd and filled the air with a slick noise. "Bob!" Your face flushed at the sound lingering in your head.
He was grinning, that stupid lop-sided grin that always made him seem so innocent and sweet. "What?" he asked, shifting on his knees to get closer and rested his chin on your bruised knee. There he was wearing what he considered pyjamas; an oversized blue sweater and a pair of black sweatpants, You hated how soft he looked in that moment, as if he hadn't just spanked your cunt after edging you. He starred at you, down at you with those big doe eyes full of the sickening, consoling veil of affection. You narrowed your eyes at him, panting slightly while trying to appear unaffected by what he had done. His arms snaked around your legs, so slowly you didn't even notice until he lent back and his hands were grasped under the crook of your knees. He gave a quiet sound of protest when you resisted his guidance, mumbling a breathless "Don't." He dragged you towards him, softly squeezing your skin and positioning your knees either side of his waist again. "Come back. I want you close."
"I was close," you replied, still watching him with scepticism. There was a sigh waiting to be forced out, he was doing nothing. Nothing. He had dragged you a couple inches across the mattress and pulled your legs until they were hitched on his waist and he decides to stare down at you instead of resuming his earlier touches? It didn't look like he was even going to smack your pussy again. Sure, you may have overreacted a little by pulling away so quickly, but he had never done that before.. it didn't mean you didn't like it. He must be able to see how wet it had made you, your clit feeling swollen and desperate for another. He is being ridiculous. "Bob," you murmur his name, your feet shifting restlessly while waiting for him to do something, anything.
"Hm?" he tilted his head slightly, slouching on his haunches with his knees spread a little. You could see the obvious outline of his bulge beneath his sweatpants; the thick length laid over his thigh. You knew he was twitching beneath, little jerking twitches, and had no idea why he wasn't all over you already. He was almost squirming, hips pushing slightly to get some friction.
"C'mon, baby," you told him, trying to soften your voice as you felt him trace his fingers on your knees absentmindedly. "Please."
A harsh slap came down on your pussy again. You buck into it this time, whining softly as your legs spread open a little more without meaning to. It felt so good, that slight shock, a spark of pleasure at the warmth that was left behind from the smack. "Yeah? Are you going to keep them open?," he murmured, placing one hand between your thighs so it was grasping that space between cunt and thigh, and forced one leg further apart.
"Mhm," You nodded slightly, barely, and leaned on your elbow to push your upper half up to watch. He smacked your pussy again with the other, the audible sound of his hand coming down on wet fabric filled the room. A soft, half contained moan tumbled from your mouth. Bob was mesmerised by the sight; your sweet pussy had soaked the fabric completely, visibly drooling down your panties, and already dripping beneath his other hand as it held you open and still. "Shit," he whispered, so quietly he was sure it was a miracle he had even heard himself. His cock twitched violently, pre-cum spilling out the bulbous tip eagerly.
"Yeah… Okay, yeah," he was mumbling to himself, leaning over your chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses to the curve of your breast. His mouth eagerly sucked blooming marks into the soft underside, teeth grazing hesitantly before nibbling just until you inhaled sharply, and then dragging his tongue towards your nipple where it flicked over the bud. You were sure he was going to bite you, clamp his teeth over a chunk of your breast with how he was utterly ravishing them. He didnt, obviously. He mouthed lewdly at your chest, leaving blotches behind and trails of saliva, a string of it breaking when he lifted back up.
"Look at you," You laughed a little at his eagerness, smiling when his hands moved up your waist; stopping to squeeze at your breasts, stroking the bud of your nipple before pinching it softly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them and tugging. "You little shit," you frowned, smacking his hand away roughly. "That hurt."
"No it didn’t," his hand finally came up to cradle your face, grinning at your frown. He brought his mouth down, sucking on your bottom lip, gently tugging it before you chased the motion and whined softly into his mouth when his tongue licked inside. He was shifting between your legs; shoving his sweatpants down, just enough to pull himself out. There was a slight brush of his forearm against your inner thigh, the frantic tug of your panties being pulled aside before a nudge against your clit as his heavy length was slapped down on it.
Your breath hitched shallowly, still trying to kiss him with soft desperation; flicking your tongue against his. He huffed against your mouth, his weight coming down on top of you a little more as he melted into your body, as if trying to mould into you. It was almost as if he was pinning you down, though you knew that wasn't the intention. The heavy tapping against your swollen clit causes you to jolt, a shock of pleasure and eagerness at the teasing motion. It sounded so wet, so obscene, that you wanted to cover your ears.
His bulbous tip pressed snugly between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading it while murmuring something under his breath. He shifted slightly again. Then there was a slow stretch of his heavy, leaking tip. It was enough to cause you to inhale shallowly and tilt your pelvis for a more comfortable position. He moved his hips just a little, a stuttered push that forced his throbbing tip to slip inside where it was snugly clenched by your cunt.
“Shh,” you hushed him softly when he whined against his forearm, pressing his face further as if to hide how flushed his face had gotten. There was a faint pulsing against your slick walls as his cock twitched and leaked dribbles of pre-cum. He gripped your hand, fingers intertwined, and pressed it down against the pillow, the other on your hip steady as he pushed.
He was holding you down. Holding you still as he pushed and pushed in short cantering thrusts, not shoving in one swoop, but coaxing you open until his hips were nudging eagerly against your own the moment he bottomed out. For a moment, it was just that. It was you both together. Bob pressing against your pelvis so firmly you were sure there was nothing more to take of him, his cock enveloped in warm slick and quivering walls, and the familiar weight of his balls shoved against your ass. His hand on your hip as if you'd try to push away from the weight being buried into your pussy. The press of your lips against his temple while the only sound from him was a whimper, almost a shallow groan as he nuzzled his hips against your own in an attempt to get deeper.
His hand untangled from your own, almost too roughly as he moved it to grip one of your thighs to hitch it higher on his waist. Your hand buried into the pillow beneath, fingers clawing into the fabric. "Fucking hell," you huffed at the weight of him buried inside, laid heavy and jerking obscenely against your fluttering walls. For a brief moment you thought he was going to spill inside before it even began, it had happened before, all boyish and throwing his weight around before rutting with a broken moan as his cum leaked out in thick strands. "Don't you dare finish."
"Fuck off," You felt him move, shifting and sitting up between your legs, kneeling with your thighs over his own, arms wrapped around you under the bend of your knees before lifting your hips up into the air. As he repositioned himself, you felt another shiver wracked through your body. Your skin felt hot all over, like you were burning up with a fever, and your fingers dug into his wrists while arching into his touch. "That was one time." His cock twitched against your gummy walls, clenching around him desperately, and before you could make some remark, his hips rolled once more, short and stuttered as he bottomed out with a wet squelch. He moved again, dragging out slowly, and shoving back into your sopping cunt. "Just stay still." He was looked down, watching the lewd way your warm slick clung to his cock, glistening and dripping onto the mattress below.
You were sure there would be some soreness on your inner thighs tomorrow from the way he was knocking his hips forward to get deeper. Every thrust is sudden, a heavy jolt against your pelvis, your breasts bouncing obscenely as he frantically fucks into your slick pussy. It felt like a punch to the gut with every push of his leaking tip, nudging that spongy spot relentlessly while your thighs trembled around his waist. Your mind was going blank with each thrust, your thoughts being overpowered by white hot pleasure that warmed you inside. Your hands moved to grip his biceps in desperate fists, fingers almost drawing welts into his skin. "Hmph, Bob," you tried to gain his attention, panting heavier with each thrust that knocked a flutter into your lower stomach. Your hands found his back, searching and restless under his sweater, nails digging in against the heat that gathered on his skin as you tried to pull him even closer, craving that deep, almost overwhelming pleasure with every steady push of his hips.
"What?" He managed to ask between heavy breathes, almost collapsing on top of you while leaning over with his forearms resting either side of your head, sinking into the pillow as he rolled his hips. The up-curve of his cock providing just the right shape to nudge that spongy spot with annoying ease. "Are you good?"
"F-Fuck," you felt like crying, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. "Feels good." You brought your hand up to your mouth, the overly long sleeve of your top caught between your teeth as your other hand stayed beneath his sweater where it could drag welts into his skin. "Ah- ha. Y-yeah, 'm good." You were definitely not good. It was as if all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs. Every fiber of your being was begging, your thighs were already starting to tremble.
He chuckled lightly against your mouth, his nose nudging against your own. His hands on the mattress shifted to grip your face, his thumbs pressing into the joints of your jaw until it was forced slack. No longer could you trap the soft sounds. An embarrassingly crude moan escaping, gasping his name until the sound ended with a sharp inhale as he struck the sensitive spot inside rather ruthlessly. “Hmm, just good? You look pretty damn happy, for just good.” Bob knows he's doing a good job, if the way he was bullying that spot until a white ring gathered around the base of him was any indication.
You stuttered on a breath at the way he gripped your jaw to hold still, keeping your face tilted up towards his. Your hips were twitching up in small, almost convulsing movements as your hands shifted on his wrists for better purchase. Your back arched up off the mattress as he fucked into you, mouth hanging open when he shifted one hand down between your bodied, moans falling continuously. "Ah, ah, ah," you whined out with each push and pull. "Fuck…" you squirmed under him, legs shifting either side of him as you fought against the swelling warmth in your abdomen. You had no control over the jerking motion of your hips rolling into pressure of his thumb on your clit, swiping back and forth over the sensitive nerve. You panted shallowly, focusing on the pull in your lower stomach, the drag of his heavy cock, the quick swiping of his thumb on your clit, your pussy clenching around him as you keened and shoved your face into the crook of his neck. Your face scrunched up in pleasure, eyes tightly shut as a static sound filled your head with a warmth that settled inside.
"Oh, you… came huh?" He chuckled a little at the realisation, finding irony in how you had brought up his early release and it was you that ended up tucked into his neck. "Good girl, hmm?" He kissed your temple, feeling a little cocky by how quickly you had cum. "You're my good girl, cumming so sweetly."
He didn't stop. He rutted into you, his gentle coaxing a muffled noise that grew a little louder with each frantic shove while you convulsed around him, his pubic bone grinding into your clit and only making the flood of slick soaking his cock smear across your thighs. You twitched and squirmed under him, overstimulated but stuck beneath his weight. Your eyes clenched tightly with each wave of forceful euphoria, clinging to him desperately. Every breath you took was loud in your head, a thundering noise, but it was nothing compared to the sound of his cock pounding in and out, filling the room obscenely.
"C'mon, just like that. You're doing so good." He tripped on a breath, a familiar gulping sound when he dragged his cock out and then pushed back in, nudging so deep inside that your legs fell limp. "You can take it a little longer, yeah? I know, I know, m' sorry," Bob murmured, sounding winded and more desperate than you had heard before. It was too much, you wanted to push him away. His hips jerked and snapped heavily into you, thumb rubbing against your inner thigh and spreading your open as his balls pulled taut, pumping in short thrusts. It felt like his head and heart were pounding at the same time. "Just let me- fuck, fuck fuck," he nestled his hips against your own, cock jolting as it spilled and coated your cunt. His weight had collapsed into you, arms shaking, and rolling his hips in soft jerking motions while emptying his load.
It took him a moment to come back to himself as you panted breathlessly against his neck. You clung to him with exhausted desperation, trembling with aftershocks and feeling the uncomfortable leaking that was unfortunately on the sheets now. You wanted a bath. A wet flannel would be perfectly fine too, but you knew he needed closeness after.
"Alright?" His voice was muffled, trying to comfort you with gentle motions of his hands stroking up and down your sides, but then his hands left your hips, resting on your trembling thighs instead. He leaned back on his haunches, face flushed, and let out a shaky sigh as he tried to regain his breath and collect himself. His fingers were shaking slightly. His eyes were glossy and his hair dishevelled, sticking to his forehead with sweat. "I know… I know," he murmured, trying to help you come down from your orgasm, though you could see the obvious pride in his eyes. "Shh, you're alright," Bob wiped away the tears that had escaped, his hands cupping your face delicately and kissing your forehead.
You laughed quietly, closed your eyes at the gentleness, heart still hammering and head a little lost somewhere in bliss. He brought you into his arms, welcoming the eager way you coiled into him as he chuckled. "You okay?"
"Hmm," you nodded slightly with a smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Y-yeah. Fucking hell."
Bob broke into a laugh, leaning in and pressing his forehead against your own. "Fuckin' hell," he agreed.
Request: Can i have a request for a comfort ff? It can be something like reader wakes up in the middle of the night (she's from our world) cos of nightmares and like Fili or Kili or Bofur comforts her and all.
Warnings: nightmares
A/n: I went with Kili, also sorry it’s short
You woke up in panic, eyes wide open and a trace of sweat running down your face.
You were quick to take in your surroundings to know where you were, to know you were safe.
Kili woke to your movement and quickly moved to your side. He knew it was another nightmare, not of troll attacks or orcs, but of things you had faced in your world.
You had faced many battles on your own in your own world and when you ended up in Middle-Earth, with the company you thought all your troubles were left behind.
And for the most part they were, but at night in your dreams they returned. Kili was there beside you though every time to comfort you.
After the first few times you had nightmares he started to make camp right next to you. He wanted to be closer to you Incase you needed him and so he wouldn’t trip over anyone as he had done before.
“(Y/n) you’re okay.” He spoke moving closer to you so he could pull you close.
You couldn’t yet talk about the nightmare, it was still to horrible and in your mind.
“You’re safe here, with us...” He said looking at you. “With me.” He gave a reassuring smile.
You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hand rubbed your back.
He didn’t make you talk about them if you didn’t want to, he just did his best to comfort you, to make you feel safe.
It hurt him to see you like this as he was sure the rest of the company would feel the same if they knew, but this was something the two of you kept to yourselves.
“I’m here with you.” He spoke again.
Your position hadn’t changed but he now had his head on yours and his arms wrapped around you.
Oh how he wished he could just take your nightmares from you and make sure you would never see them again.
Request: request a Kili x reader, where the reader is incredibly shy but extremely sassy and witty when provoked. And like the reader pops off at the elves in Mirkwood and then fluff.
Warnings: sass, prisoners, pushing
A/n: oh my boo 🥰
It had took a good part of the journey for you to open up to the company. And when you did they learned how sassy and witty you were.
It was a surprise to most as you naturally seemed sweet and kind, but when it happened it happened.
So when the company ended up in Mirkwood surrounded by elves their was almost no surprise that you had some words to say.
The elves had been ordered to take you all in, something you thought was a little ridiculous since they were claiming trespassing.
You had changed your pace, from fast to slow as you closer reached the kingdom taking in the change of the forest from dark and creepy to light and shining.
“Do not stop.” One of the elves told you ready to push you on.
“Did my feet quit moving?” You questioned him slightly annoyed as you dodged his hand. “No, I slowed down to look better at my surroundings, but I guess that gives you the right to try and push me huh?” You said answering your own question still annoyed.
The elf simply looked as annoyed as you and looked away.
“And what did they do to get you to join them? Bribe you with a reward they probably stole like these weapons.” Another elf near you spoke up.
“Oh no they told me of a great journey to help them with, but you wouldn’t know anything would you? I’d say the only journey you’ve ever had was from your home in these woods to well the middle of these woods, yes.” You replied making the elf upset.
The company didn’t expect you to be as hostile with the elves as they were, but as they provoked you, you responded back in the best witty way they hadn’t fully expect you too.
After all you were shy around anyone new so even to be as witty as you were now was a surprise to them.
The rest of the way into the kingdom and to the cells if you were provoked you responded in a witty way as if it was just natural.
And even though the elves were displeased with you, you were placed in the cell with Kili.
“(Y/n) what were you thinking?” Kili asked you concerned.
“I was thinking that if they bothered me I would bother them.” You replied honestly.
“As good of a thought that was, they could’ve seriously hurt you.” Kili said to you.
“Since when were you so worried what they could do to me?” You questioned him curiously. “I mean we have face orcs and wargs and goblins and yet you are concerned with what could happen to me by responding to an elf’s comments.” You stated with a curious look on your face.
“They are just as dangerous, (y/n). And even in those other situations I was concerned for your safety.” He answered honestly.
“You were?” You ask in disbelief as you sat down in the cell.
“Of course. I mean we all get concerned and protective over one another.” He stated and the bit of hope you had of him having feelings for you were thrown out.
“Oh... I mean that’s true we all look out for one another.” You responded a little upset.
It was true you had grown feelings for Kili over the course of the journey, you thought it must’ve been obvious to everyone with the way you sometimes caught them whispering. Though none had ever said anything to you.
“Go on laddie! Tell them.” Bofur yelled from somewhere else.
Your face heated up as you realized everyone in the company could probably hear the two of you. But then you realized the blush across Kili’s face from Bofur’s words.
“Tell me what?” You asked confused looking from out of the cell and back to Kili.
Kili sighed and sat down beside you. He couldn’t get out of this one now. “That I love you (y/n).” Kili confessed.
“Really?” You asked with a smile on your face. Kili nodded but wouldn’t look at you as his face was red. “I love you too Kili.” You told him.
His head shot up in surprise as he had not expected to hear you tell him the same. “You do?” He asked looking at you.
“Yes!” You replied with a chuckle. “I thought it was obvious since everyone was always whispering around me.” You confessed to him.
“Oh no that was because they knew about my feelings towards you.” He admitted. “You tell one and then suddenly they all know.” He chuckled.
“Actually we did know of (y/n)’s feelings as well.” Fili cut in from somewhere else.
“Just hoped the two of you would get together soon enough.” Balin laughed.
“Bets I’m assuming. On our feelings.” You to stated not at all surprised.
“We had to making it interesting!” Dwalin said.
You shook your head but the smiled stayed on your face.
“What is it?” Kili questioned.
“Just can’t they knew all this time and didn’t try harder to get us to confess sooner.” You answered and he smiled at your words.
“They might have we probably just didn’t know.” He said honestly. “But that doesn’t change anything. I’m glad it’s now when I can be with you.” He told you.
“I am too.” You smiled.
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Hope you like it!! It’s 2:33am And I felt the will to finish this!!!!
Summary: You are both not familiar with each customs. So it leaves confusion and panic with both Kili and you when he braids his hair with yours. For a dwarf it means a marking, for an elf it is preserved for only loved ones.
It was quite the sight. Dwarves stepping on Elvish ground. If it wasn’t for Gandalf, they might have never set foot for a thousand years more. Now there were not one, but twelve dwarves at Rivendell. Roaming and stomping their lump feet around. It needn’t be obvious to anyone that both parties disliked this situation.
The Elves wanted them gone as soon as possible and the dwarves wanted away before they took another breath. Shuffling after each other like clumsy fools, nudging each other with each step to move on. Elves pulling up their noses in their presence. A common agreement that no one liked the other party. Too deep of a wedge between the two folks.
“To believe we must even host a diner for them.” – an Elf spoke, glaring at the dwarf folk heading for the table. Another elf joined his side, leaning in. – “I’d say we only give them vegetables, serves them right.” – chuckling afterwards at his own playfulness. The other elf began to snicker as well. – “Nónena lle nísë?” – you said making the two Elf men turn their heads abruptly. – “Only you would defend the weaker foe.” – one of them stated with a pulled up nose.
You glared softly back at him. – “Do you think they would be kind to you?” – the other one asked. – “If one does not show kindness, it cannot expect kindness in return.” – you replied in a soft tone. Moving between them with a bowl. Both of the scoffed, making you turn back to them. – “If not for them, then for Mithrandir.” – gesturing with your chin in the direction of the grey wizard. Standing by Lord Elrond’s side.
Both of them swallowed. Gasping when they saw Mithrandir’s gaze head up in their direction. Seeing a seriousness in them, they could never understand. The elves started to panic. Nearly knocking each other over. Turning the other way around, one snatched the bowl from your hands. Making you blink surprised as he went down the steps to the table.
The other one had taken a chalice to pour out water. Chuckling soft, you couldn’t help but laugh. Eyes meeting up Mithrandir up ahead with Elrond. His gaze settling on you for a moment, before throwing you a wink. In return you bowed your head to him. Going down the steps, you wanted to see the dwarves from up close. For it would be the first time you would look upon such folk. By the end of the stairs, you were being held back. Two swords crossing each other to block your path.
“Na-mel, I just want to see for a moment.” – begging them to let you pass. Even if it was for a moment. Both of them shook their heads. – “Na-mel, Y/n. Return to your chambers.” - Faelar spoke with pleading eyes. Hinting to you to return inside with the other lady elves. Lowering your gaze, you gave in. Returning back up the steps. It was unfair, but you could understand.
No Elvish women was allowed near them. Not wanting them to lay their eyes upon their Elven ladies. For they feared they would steal them. Picking the hem of your dress, you ran back inwards. Yet, you agreed to not meet them, you didn’t say anything about watching from afar. Scurrying between passing Elves, you couldn’t stop chuckling with excitement. Running to a remote place where you had the best kind of view on them. Climbing up, you reached a railing. Sitting down to glance down at them from between the bars.
Looking down upon the dwarven table. Silently counting them. Eleven of them at the table. Furrowing your brows, you wondered where the twelfth dwarf was. Not far from the table sat a man from a folk you were not familiar with. Smaller than dwarves. Listening in you tried to catch glimpses of their conversation.
“Where’s the meat?” – the bald one grunted out. Hand scooping in the bowl of lettuce with annoyance. – “Maybe… they don’t eat it?” – another one spoke sitting across from him. His voice made you drawn to him. Settling yourself better to look at him. He appeared to be younger than most of them. Perhaps it was the lack of long beard that made him appear so. He laughed making you blink bashful.
Wondering how this dwarf wasn’t as ugly as you were told. He seemed almost out of place between the other rugged dwarves. Each with beards and faces that could tell stories. His was different.
Intrigued, you leaning in more, if only it wasn’t for these bars making it impossible. He laughed again, falling back in his chair. Stomach shuddering with pleasure. His laughter made you snicker softly against the back of your hand. The moment he started to lean back forwards, his gaze went in your direction.
Needing to do a double-take to be certain he was seeing someone. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, turning yourself around. Back resting against the railing. Panting loud, chest rising and falling with swiftness. Lowering your hand, you dared to look once more. Slowly turning your body back to the front once more. You needn’t search for him for he was still looking.
Gazing with a gawk. Startled you jumped up. Fully revealing yourself. His eyes slightly widened with a fondness. A silly smile appearing on his lips. Shocked, you went back down, out of sight. – “Where are you looking at Kili?” – you heard one of them ask with loudness in their voice. – “Nowhere.” – Kili mumbled in return, lowering his gaze. He kept looking down at his own plate, until he dared to glance one more time.
Only to be met up with disappointment as you were no longer there. Having rushed down, panting loud once you were out of sight. Hand pressed against your chest. Unsure what this dwarven man was doing to your heart for it to beat so fast. For it was something no Elven man had succeeded in doing so. Was this the dwarven charm before they kidnapped girls? Shaking your head, you rejoined the crowd once more. Needing distractions from the thoughts swirling in your head.
Fili quirked his eyebrow up when he noticed his brother holding onto his knife a bit too tightly. – “What are you doing?” – he asked leaning in with a hushed tone. Kili clenched his hand harder on the knives handle. – “Nothing.” – he replied. Fili kept giving his brother a strange look. Uncertain of his intentions for he didn’t understand them.
Fili wanted to take the knife from him, but he wouldn’t let him. – “Kili?!” – he called out with confusion. Kili inhaled deeply, expression tensed. His gaze hardening on the Elven men. Hand trembling. – “Enough!” – Fili moved his hand down to his wrist. Kili reacted by moving his hand up.
Grabbing a piece of his hair and cutting it off. – “Brother?!” – Fili panicked, taking the knife from him. Kili stared at his own hand with the pluck of hair in it. Panting softly at what he had done. – “What have you done?” – Fili questioned. Kili stared with shock back at his brother. – “I…I…I don’t know… I just did.”- voice panicking a bit.
“Why would you cut your hair?” – Fili asked. Wanting to know what was going on in that head of his brother. – “I…I…I did it for her.” – he let out, staring back at the pluck of hair in his hand. – “For who?” – Fili spoke with confusion. – “I…I…” – he his gaze going towards the Elven men. Glaring at them with jealousy.
“I must find her.” – he spoke, shoving his chair back. – “Find who?” – Fili said, unable to reach his brother for he took off. – “Where is your brother off to?” – Balin asked. Fili simply shrugged his shoulders. Shaking his head at his brother’s foolishness. Kili started to search around. Ignoring the Elves, telling each one another lie as to why he was going around.
Turning his head every way to not miss a face in the crowd. Reaching a railing, he grabbed onto it. Panting softly as his gaze went downwards. Widening at the sight of the Elven girl from before by a graceful tree. Looking around, he searched for a way down. Hurrying over as quick as his feet could carry him.
Reaching the graceful tree, out of breath. – “Pl… please.” – he panted out, hand pressed on his chest to steady his breathing. The sudden voice made you startle. Jump up from your position and leap back. – “It’s you.” – you pointed out. He curled up a smile, still trying to steady his breathing. – “You aren’t supposed to be here. Return to your Dwarven kin.” – you insisted upon.
Kili finally managed to steady his breathing. Moving his hands behind his back. – “I came here to see… you.” – he said with curiosity. Tilting his head a bit, approaching you nonchalantly. You blinked startled with a soft swallow. – “I’m Kili.” – he introduced himself.
Awaiting for your name with a silly smile. – “Y/n.” – you replied in return with a brief curtsy. His face lit up by the hearing of your name. – “You are quite tall for a dwarf.” – you stated with a curious glimmer in your eyes. Kili chuckled upon that remark. – “It is my flaw.” – he responded. – “It is not?” – you gasped out, intrigued by him.
Kili chuckled once more. – “It is.” – ending his sentence with a smile. You came sitting down as Kili began his story. A story of when he was younger and clearly taller than any other dwarf. How they ridiculed him for it and made jokes. You listened in with great eagerness. Captivated by his story and voice.
You laughed at his silly jokes which only made him smile even more. Kili had come sitting down as well after a while. Listening to a story of yours now. Gazing with nothing but wonder at you. Whilst speaking, you couldn’t stop smiling bashful that he kept staring at you with such wonderous eyes. – “May I give you a present Y/n?” – he asked after a while. It made you blink surprised but nodded at his request. –“You must close your eyes for it.” – he said.
So you did, closing your eyes to the world in front of you. Kili got up to his feet. Going behind you. – “Tell me more about your world.” – he asked, taking out a small lint. Taking a strand of your hair. You began to speak, barely noticing him working through your hair. Braiding the stray of hair of his own in yours with a lint. – “This will mark you as mine…” – he whispered under his breath.
“Done.” – he said making you stop your tale. Open your eyes, expecting there to be a present. Furrowing your brows confused when Kili came from behind you. Turning your head, you felt the sudden heaviness in your hair. Making you grab for it.
Feeling the newly laid braid. – “What did you do?” – you questioned with a shocked expression. – “Nothing.” – he replied, pulling his shoulders up. – “Did you braid my hair?” – asking him in a panic. His smile faltered, seeing the panic in your eyes. – “Did… did I do something wrong with it?” – he wanted to know. You kept staring at him with shock in your eyes.
“This is only reserved for mellyn enni.” – your Elvish tongue slipping through. – “For what?” – Kili asked confused – “I…I…I…I didn’t know that… I was just marking you.” – he went on. – “Marking me? For whom?” – Fluttering surprised with your eyelashes. – “I…It’s a dwarven custom.” - he reassured you.
“What you just did is a Elven custom.” – you called back. His eyes went wide with a panic. Getting back up, heading to go behind you once more. – “I’ll… I’ll take it out then… I don’t mean to offend your ways.” – he uttered nervously. – “No!” – you shrieked out, keeping a hand on the braid. Kili stared at you, confused.
“You… you don’t want me to untangle it?” – questioning your intentions with furrowed brows. – “I…I…I’m not sure…” – you replied lowering your hand. Kili came back to your front. – “I still have to decide…” – you told him as he came sitting on his knees in front of you. Smiling bashful that you let it in… for now.
One-shot! The Art of Backtracking (And Other Flirting Disasters in Rivendell)
Pairing: Kíli Durin x Elven Princess!Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k words
Audience Advisory (CW): None! Just fluff, severe backtracking, protective Elven fathers, Kíli being an absolute shameless flirt, and Dwalin’s terrifying judgmental side-eye.
Summary: Kíli has always had a taste for the impossible. But when Dwalin catches him staring a little too hard at Lord Elrond's ethereal daughter during a feast, Kíli has to think fast to save his dwarven pride. It’s just a shame his mouth moves significantly faster than his brain—especially when the Princess of Rivendell decides to play along.
The Last Homely House East of the Sea was beautiful, but to a company of thirteen displaced, hungry Dwarves, it felt entirely alien. The music was too soft, the food consisted of far too many greens, and the Elves moved with a serene, untouchable grace that made most of the Company want to grip their axes a little tighter.
Except for Kíli.
Kíli had always had a bit of a taste for the impossible. Back home in the Blue Mountains, he wasn't exactly what dwarven women considered a prime catch. Based on the traditional standards of his people, he was a bit of an oddity—noticeably taller than most of his kin, more muscular but lacking the broad, heavy-set bulk of a traditional warrior, and cursed with nothing more than a thick, incipient stubble rather than a massive, magnificent beard. While the maidens of Ered Luin looked past his sharp jawline in search of wider shoulders and longer braids, Kíli didn't mind. He liked a challenge.
And right now, his eyes were entirely locked onto the greatest challenge in the room.
You sat a few yards away from the high table, bathed in the soft, golden starlight of Rivendell. You were breathtaking—possessing an ethereal, flawless beauty that seemed completely untouched by the harsh realities of the outside world. Your hands ran elegantly over the strings of a harp, your long hair catching the light as you offered a gentle smile to a passing servant.
Kíli was completely, utterly hypnotized. He rested his chin on his hand, a soft, dazed smirk pulling at his lips as he stared openly across the courtyard.
Crunch.
The aggressive, loud sound of Dwalin biting forcefully into his food shattered Kíli's trance. Kíli blinked, shifting his gaze slightly, only to find Dwalin staring him down from across the table. Dwalin’s bushy eyebrows were pulled down in a fierce, heavily accusatory glare, slowly chewing while boring holes straight into the young dwarf's soul. The older warrior didn't say a word, but his eyes screamed a clear reprimand: We do not look at Elves. Especially not like that.
Panicking, Kíli’s brain went into immediate defense mode. He needed to backtrack, and he needed to do it immediately to save his dignity. He sat up, trying to look completely unbothered, and addressed Dwalin loudly enough for the surrounding tables to hear.
"Can't say I fancy elf maids myself," Kíli declared, waving a dismissive hand as he gestured vaguely toward the courtyard. "They're all high cheekbones and creamy skin." He scoffed, leaning forward and shaking his head as if the very sight of them offended his dwarven sensibilities. "Not enough facial hair for me..."
Right at that moment, you stepped away from the harp and began walking past their table. The golden silk of your dress brushed against the stone floor, catching the light. Kíli's eyes instantly snapped to you, tracking your movement as his voice completely trailed off. All of his defensive resolve crumbled in a fraction of a second. A slow, helpless smirk spread across his face, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding subtly in your direction.
."...though," Kíli murmured, leaning slightly toward Dwalin with a complete change of tone, he pointed two fingers toward you like he was aiming an arrow "that one's not bad."
Dwalin's spoon stopped halfway to his mouth. "That's not an elf maid."
"Eh?"
Dwalin let out a heavy, long-suffering groan and shook his head, muttering something about the foolishness of youth into his ale. Fíli, sitting right next to his brother, instantly choked on his drink, sputtering into his cup before bursting into a loud, mocking laugh.
You stopped dead in your tracks. You had heard every single word.
Turning slowly, you looked down at the young dwarf prince. The sheer height difference between the two of you was prominent, requiring Kíli to tilt his head back significantly just to look into your intense eyes. Instead of being offended, a sharp, wicked smile played on your lips. You crossed your arms, sizing him up with a distinctly curious expression.
"Is that so, Master Dwarf?" your voice rang out, rich and dripping with playful sarcasm. "I suppose I should be deeply honored that I manage to meet your incredibly rigorous standards. Even if I am tragically lacking a beard."
Kíli’s breath hitched, but he recovered with terrifying speed. The shameless, charming Durin swagger returned in full force. He leaned forward on the table, offering you a bright, entirely unbothered grin that showed off his dimples. "The honor is entirely mine, my lady. Though, I must say, you manage to make the lack of facial hair look rather spectacular."
You tilted your head, your eyes dancing with amusement at his sheer audacity. You took a step closer, leaning slightly over the table, bringing your face just a bit closer to his. "You are terribly charming for a traveler," you murmured, your tone softening into something more sweet and fun, though the sharp edge of your wit remained. "And quite pretty, actually. For a dwarf."
Kíli gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if he had been struck by an arrow. "Pretty?!" he protested with mock offense. "My lady, a dwarf prince is not supposed to be pretty! We are rugged. Fierce. Dangerous! We strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!"
"Oh, of course," you laughed openly, a bright, melodic sound that made Kíli’s heart do a violent flip in his chest. "You look absolutely terrifying. I am shaking where I stand."
For the next hour, the rest of the feast faded into background noise. Kíli was completely disarmed by you. Every time he threw a flirtatious comment your way, expecting you to blush and turn away like the delicate Elven maidens his uncle always warned him about, you caught it and flung it right back with a clever retort. You kept him entirely on his toes, and he was hopelessly smitten.
As the banter flowed, you found yourself unexpectedly captivated by him—and by the raucous company surrounding him. They were loud, they threw food, they sang boisterous songs, but underneath the chaos, you could feel the vibrant, burning life within them. When Kíli spoke—his eyes darkening with fierce, unyielding pride—about their quest to reclaim the Lonely Mountain from the dragon, something inside you stirred. In the serene, unchanging eternity of Rivendell, you had never witnessed such raw determination.
Kíli was currently in the middle of a grand, animated gesture, explaining to you how he planned to single-handedly shoot Smaug through the eye, when a sudden, heavy shadow fell over the table.
The temperature in the immediate vicinity seemed to drop by ten degrees.
Kíli blinked, looking up, and up, and up. Lord Elrond stood there, his arms folded inside his elegant robes. One perfectly sculpted, majestic eyebrow was raised so high it nearly disappeared into his hairline. The Elven lord looked completely flabbergasted, staring down at the shameless and noisy dwarf who was actively holding his daughter's hand across a dinner table. Elrond let out a very long, very heavy, long-suffering sigh.
From behind Elrond, Gandalf materialized, puffing contentedly on his pipe. The wizard’s eyes twinkled with pure, unadulterated mischief.
"Ah, Kíli," Gandalf chirped cheerfully, his voice carrying perfectly across the courtyard. "I see you have made the acquaintance of [Y/N], the Princess of Rivendell."
Kíli’s jaw dropped. The word 'Princess' echoed loudly in his ears.
Behind him, Fíli burst into a wild roar of laughter, slamming his fist onto the wooden table. "Royalty, brother?! Really?!" Fíli shouted, completely unbothered by Elrond's icy glare. The rest of the Company immediately began nudging each other, whispering, and tossing loud, mocking jeers at Kíli for setting his sights so incredibly high.
You simply giggled, giving Kíli's hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping back to stand beside your father, throwing Kíli one last, lingering wink.
The night of their secret departure arrived all too quickly. Knowing his uncle’s urgency, Kíli knew they had very little time in the valley of Imladris. As the Company quietly gathered their packs near the moonlit terraces, Kíli slipped away for a brief moment, drawn to the quiet balcony overlooking the waterfalls.
"Going so soon without saying goodbye, Master Durin?"
Kíli turned to find you standing in the shadows of the stone archway. The intelligent, bold, and fun elf from the feast was gone, replaced by a soft, gentle warmth. You walked toward him, the significant height difference between you feeling intimate rather than distant in the quiet of the night.
"We must leave before the dawn," Kíli said softly, his usual cocky demeanor melting away into something raw and deeply sincere. He looked up at you, His dark eyes were full of curiosity and determination . "I didn't want to leave without seeing you. But a dwarf doesn't have much to offer a princess. Not yet."
"I do not care for crowns or gold, Kíli," you murmured, stepping close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath. You reached into the folds of your sleeve and pulled out a small, beautifully carved silver pendant, shaped like a starburst of Rivendell. You gently pressed it into his palm, closing his rough, calloused fingers over the cool metal. "Take this. To ensure you always find your way back to this valley. And to bring you luck against your dragon."
Kíli looked down at the token, then back up at you. The determination in his chest flared into a raging fire. "I will keep it close," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I will find my way back to you. I swear it by my honor."
Unable to resist any longer—being the daring dwarf that he is—Kíli reached up, his hands resting gently on your waist as you leaned down. When your lips met, the world seemed to stop entirely. The kiss was deep, sweet, and filled with a silent promise that defied the ancient animosity of your peoples.
When he finally broke away, a familiar, wicked smirk traced his lips, though his eyes remained fiercely intense. "Keep a lookout on the eastern horizon, Princess. I'm coming back for you."
"I'll hold you to that, pretty boy," you whispered back, a bright smile gracing your lips.
As Kíli ran back to join the line of Dwarves slipping into the darkness, he didn't notice Lord Elrond standing on a distant, higher balcony. The Elven lord was rubbing his temples, letting out another deep, exhausted sigh as he watched his daughter stare fondly after the retreating form of the Foolish and determined dwarf.
You had just given Kíli Durin an undeniable, unyielding reason to survive the mountain. And Elrond knew, with absolute certainty, that no dragon in Middle-earth was going to stand a chance against a Durin in love.
Pairing: Kíli x Reader (Elven Guard of the Woodland Realm) | Background: Legolas x Reader (ending)
Word Count: ~4.5k words
Audience Advisory (CW): Intense romantic and sexual tension, emotional and physical infidelity, explicit mutual masturbation, dirty talk (praising/cursing), exhibitionism, fade-to-black sex (duty/unfulfilling sex), blood-play/blood-licking, knife-to-throat proximity, heavy jealousy, and a love triangle resolved by choice.
Summary: You have been Legolas's for centuries — the safe, expected path two warriors take when eternity makes everything else feel optional. Then a company of dwarves stumbles into Thranduil's halls, and one of them looks at you like you're something worth burning for.
Director's note: Hi! This one-shot is a little different from the others I've been writing, but I'm happy with how it turned out! Anyway, I wanted to tell you that it's based on/inspired by the song "Cruz - Trueno y Feid" They are two Spanish-speaking artists, and some fragments of their song appear as interludes/interventions in the story. If you're interested in listening to it or translating it, great! I hope you like it 💗👀!
You and Legolas had been together for centuries. It had been the natural road, the one everyone expected you to walk — two of Thranduil's finest, both quick with a blade, both raised on duty before anything softer. You got along. Of course you did. Centuries teach you how to read someone, how to move around their silences, how to be comfortable.
He was the perfect prince — elegant, sharp-minded, lethally skilled. The kind of elf any maiden in the realm would have given a forest to have.
You were not far behind him. Best fighter in the guard, clever, admired. And yet, underneath all of it, something in you had always sat slightly crooked, slightly wrong for the shape your people expected you to fill. Elves were composed things, patient things. You wanted more. You had always wanted more — more risk, more heat, more reason to feel your own pulse.
You loved Legolas the way you loved a blade you trusted at your back. Familiar. Reliable. Bloodless.
It had never quite been enough. You just hadn't had a name for the hunger yet.
Mai, yo ya perdí la cuenta de cuánto tiempo pasó desde la última vez (mai), ¿Cuánto tiempo perdiste? ¿Cuánto más tenés? (¿Cuánto?)
The dwarves came stumbling out of the spiders' webs filthy, half-starved, and entirely unrepentant, and you noticed the youngest one before you'd even finished disarming him.
He was taller than the rest of his kin, leaner through the shoulder, watching the chaos of his own capture with an expression that should have been fear and was instead something closer to delight. When your eyes met his over the clash of blades, he didn't look away. He grinned.
As you moved forward to confiscate his weapons, your hand brushed against his chest. Kíli didn't flinch; instead, he leaned into your space, his eyes locking onto yours with an audacity that made your breath catch.
"I'd gladly surrender every weapon I own," Kíli murmured, his voice a low, raspy drawl that was entirely too intimate for a prisoner, "if it means getting your hands on me, beautiful."
Before you could process the heat that suddenly flared in your cheeks, a cold, sharp presence materialized right behind you. Legolas stepped forward, his bow half-raised, his hand coming down firmly and possessively on your shoulder. The message was loud and clear: She belongs to the Prince.
"The next thing you'll have upon you is death if you continue to be impertinent, dwarf." Legolas's voice was cold, lethal, but at its edges there was a pulsing threat. Kíli found it amusing.
Kíli’s dark eyes flicked from your shoulder up to Legolas's face. He didn't look intimidated in the least. He just tilted his head, his smirk widening as if he’d just discovered the most interesting game in Middle-earth—a grand prize to snatch from an elf. The fact that you were taken wasn't a deterrent; to a dwarf who coveted hidden treasures, it was an invitation.
Una cosa es amar, y otra es amarrarse por inseguridad y no por interés, Baby, solo decime: Yes, así me ves, Soy un morochito y no sé hablar inglés, But I'm goin' to give you the world, don't expect less.
You marched him toward the cells personally. He didn't resist — he simply walked beside you with his hands loosely bound, glancing sideways at you the entire way like he was working out a puzzle he had every intention of solving.
"Aren't you going to search me?" Kíli asked, the moment you reached for the cell door. "I could be hiding anything down my trousers." He glanced meaningfully toward his own waistband, his eyes flashing with raw, wicked implication.
You shut the door with a soft, satisfied click, a slow smile curving despite yourself. "Or nothing at all."
He laughed — a low, surprised bark of a sound — and you walked away before he could see how long you let yourself smile.
Legolas found you a few paces down the corridor, his expression unreadable in the way only centuries of practiced composure could manage.
"Why does that dwarf keep looking at you?" he asked, in Sindarin, the question polished smooth and casual, though his posture was unusually rigid.
"Who knows,"you said, equally smooth, though something in your chest didn't sit quite right with the lie.
"He's tall," you added a moment later, almost to yourself, your eyes drifting back down the dark hallway. You hesitated. "You don't think so?"
Legolas's gaze sharpened, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
"Taller than some," he allowed, his tone clipping the edges of the words. "But no less ugly."
Turning on his heel, Legolas cast one final, icy look back toward the cells. Kíli was leaning against the iron bars, arms crossed, matching the Elven Prince's glare with a lazy, challenging half-smile. The silent tension between them was thick enough to cut with a dagger. Prince Legolas, the heir to the Woodland Realm, was openly feeling threatened by a filthy, locked-up dwarf. And worse? You were entirely enthralled by it.
"Don't spend too much time surrounded by them; they're a plague," the elf warned, giving you a look that carried far more emotion than you two had exchanged in millennia.
The next evening, it was your turn to distribute rations to the prisoners. You kept your expression neutral, doing your best to ignore the rowdy complaints of the older dwarves until you reached the cell at the very end.
Kíli was already waiting at the bars, watching you approach like a predator watching its favorite distraction.
"Ah, the lady of the house returns," he purred, his eyes tracing the line of your leather armor before settling on your face. "And here I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"Eat your bread, dwarf," you replied, though your voice lacked any real bite. As you passed the plate through the slot, Kíli purposefully let his fingers glide over yours, his touch warm, rough, and entirely electric. You didn't pull away immediately, and he noticed.
"Tell me something," Kíli whispered, leaning closer, his dark eyes locked onto yours, full of a malicious, playful heat. "The blond one. The prince. What's a fierce, fiery creature like you doing with someone so... frozen?"
"He is my partner. He is the future of this realm," you replied defensively, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears.
"He's a statue," Kíli corrected, his voice dropping an octave, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "He looks at you like you're a pretty ornament on his wall. He doesn't know what to do with that fire inside you. But I do. I bet you taste like sin, Elfling."
Ella me dice que vaya con cautela, Y yo ando prepara'o por si ese bobo se altera, uh, Dice que tengo que bajarle a mi actitud (a mi actitud), Por eso me voy donde estás tú, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (¿dónde estás, mai? ¿Dónde estás, mai?)
"Big words for someone so short and withdrawn, don't you think?" you teased, observing the dwarf with a smug smile, maintaining a distance between what you said and how his words truly affected you.
"My height and my cell are irrelevant to what I can make you feel, you just have to drop that stuck-up attitude." Kíli clicked his tongue, finding your resistance fascinating. "Although I must admit; it turns me on." Kíli gave you another cheeky wink, sending shivers down your spine.
You always liked the forbidden, but you hated that a stupid dwarf made you feel things that your boyfriend of millennia hadn't even tried to provoke in you.
The raw tension in the air became dizzying. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a dangerous cocktail of adrenaline and desire flooding your veins. He was enticing you to fall, tempting you to step off the ledge of your safe, boring life. You pulled your hand back, clearing your throat sharply.
"Mind your tongue, prisoner," you warned with a growl and an expression of hatred, turning around to leave, but Kíli’s low, rumbling chuckle followed you all the way out, echoing in your mind like a promise.
Mami, si tus ojos son mi luz (son mi luz), Y mis pecados son más grande', Pero voy por todo si es que vas a acompañarme
Later that night, you found yourself standing on the high balconies with Legolas. The starlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating his perfect, porcelain features. He was speaking of border patrols, of spider infestations, of duties and centuries-old protocols.
"We should request another detachment for the southern ridge," Legolas said, his voice level, predictable, completely devoid of passion.
You looked at him, really looked at him, and felt an exhausting wave of boredom wash over you. Centuries of this. Centuries of perfectly calculated conversations.
"Legolas," you interrupted softly, stepping closer. "Do you ever want... more? Do you ever want to just leave these woods? To see the world burning beneath a different sky, to feel something that makes your blood roar?"
Legolas stopped, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and mild disapproval. "Why would we leave? The woods are our duty. Our life is here, safe and orderly. Passion is a fleeting emotion of the mortal races, wild and destructive. We are Eldar. We endure." He reached out, his hand patting your cheek in a gesture meant to be comforting but felt entirely sterile. "Do not let your mind wander to inappropriate thoughts."
He went back to talking about patrols. But your mind didn't just wander—it flew straight down to the dark, damp cells beneath the palace. To a dwarf with dirt on his face, fire in his chest, and a mouth that promised a dangerous, exquisite chaos.
Tanto pa' una mujer que me olvidó, Tanto amor pa' una chimba que me engañó y mintió, ¿Cuántas vece' vo'a tener que despedirme?, Seamo' realista', es que no sé cómo irme
The days in Thranduil's halls stretched longer than anyone had planned for, and the boredom of guarding thirteen restless dwarves turned, slowly, into something else entirely.
You tried to stay away from the dungeons, you tried to carry on with your life without wondering what feelings another conversation with that dwarf might awaken in you. But life always had other plans.
You had been assigned to watch over the dwarves, after the previous guard declared that they were a threat to his mental health because a certain slightly taller dwarf was becoming unbearable.
'This has to be the best joke in all of Middle-earth,' you thought as you went down to the cells to start your double shift. Your heart was beating erratically, oblivious to its lifelong, peaceful heartbeat.
The closer you got to the cells, the more you understood that guard; they were singing, banging on the bars in a rhythmic, heavy tone, shouting words in their own language, their voices echoing off the stone walls.
You had to suppress your smile, which—without your permission—had settled on your face.
This defied every elven custom—and rather than making you happy or finding it hilarious—it should have filled you with terrible fury. You had to defend the peace of your people and that poor, traumatized guard.
You sighed in annoyance with yourself, and consequently, with that stupid dwarf who started this scandal.
Your stomping was the first thing that was heard, the dwarves laughing as you passed by the cells, seeing you so upset.
It is true that despite being under arrest, their spirit seemed intact and fierce.
Just like yours when you stood in front of Kíli and gave him a furious look; he was singing, shouting and with a wide smile that turned into a flirtatious one when he saw you.
"Finally I see your face again, sin." His voice was a purr that only fueled your fury.
And what was that nickname? A sin? You hadn't committed any. Although perhaps you would; kill a dwarf prisoner against your king's orders.
There were thirteen of them, surely losing one wouldn't affect things that much, right?
"What part of 'imprisoned' doesn't resonate with you? Shut up or I'll isolate you in the farthest, most inconsolable cells," you grunted, scanning him completely; he had removed some of his layers of clothing—you assumed to use them as sheets or pillows at night—and was now only wearing a linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up which showed off his muscular and broad forearms.
Legolas definitely wasn't built like that.
Kíli noticed your gaze and his smile turned smug as he approached the cell bars. You took a step back. "What, do you want to take me far away, sin? If you want me to shake up your world, you just have to come in here." His words were loaded with arrogance and mischief, provoking a latent annoyance in you.
"Stop calling me 'sin' you stupid dwarf," you warned, and quickly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed one of your daggers against his throat through the bars.
Kíli didn't seem scared, rather, completely fascinated by your fire.
"I usually like to be the one giving the orders, but I think it makes me hard when you're bossy, I won't deny it." His voice dropped two octaves and, without any fear or doubt, one of his hands went over yours, his thumb caressing the part of your pulse that was racing. "I call you 'sin' because that's what goes through my head when I see you, elf. Because you're a sin I want to commit and snatch away from that boring elf. Do you understand? I want to see how much fire you can muster before admitting that I provoke the same in you."
Without realizing it, your breathing became ragged. Your grip on your dagger faltered, and he smiled victoriously at it.
"All you do is make me want to kill you, idiot," you answered abruptly with a lopsided, annoyed smile. You withdrew the dagger, leaving a thin cut in his throat; just a crimson line of blood showing from the cut. There you smiled victoriously.
You looked at the thin red line on your dagger and, without taking your eyes off his, you licked it. Kíli's breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as he watched you do it. "Don't keep testing my patience, dwarf, your blood already tells me to kill you."
"I want to test everything about you, sin," he responded quickly, taking two steps back, yet still raising his hands in a gesture of peace.
"Be careful, kili, next time I'll bring them sharpened." You raised your daggers in the air, emphasizing your point, turning your back on him, ready to continue your rounds far away from that troublesome dwarf. Despite everything, on your face there was a lopsided smile, amused by this stupid game.
"I'll be waiting for you, sin!"
Kíli hissed, bringing his hand to his neck and smiling as he watched you walk away. "You will be my death, elf," he whispered to himself, amused, shaking his head.
It seemed you were beginning to find a name for that hunger inside you.
The very next night, the air in the dungeon felt heavier, thick with an unspoken understanding that had crossed a dangerous line. Kíli was sitting on the floor of his cell, but the moment your boots clicked against the stone, he fluidly rose to his feet. He didn't speak immediately; he just leaned heavily against the iron bars, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp intensity.
"You look deep in thought, sin," Kíli murmured, his voice cutting through the damp silence of the cells. "Still thinking about the taste of blood? Or the one who spilled it?"
You leaned your shoulder against the pillar opposite him, crossing your arms defensively, though your racing pulse betrayed you. "I think about my duties, dwarf. Something your kind clearly lacks the capacity to understand."
Kíli let out a rough, breathless chuckle, his hand reaching out to wrap around one of the iron bars. "No, you don't. You're thinking about the fact that your perfect, golden prince has never made you feel alive. Not once in all those tedious centuries." He leaned closer, his chest pressing hard against the iron barrier between you. "He can’t give you this, can he? He doesn't make your blood boil. He doesn't make you want to break every single rule your people gave you. Look at you—you are standing outside my cage, but you are the one who looks trapped. A prince on a throne can't give you what a beggar behind bars can."
You closed the distance between you, stepping so close your breath fanned across his lips. The forbidden nature of it was escalating, an intoxicating poison you couldn't stop drinking. "You think highly of yourself, prisoner."
Kíli’s gaze darkened, drop-dead serious as his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. "I think accurately. Because you and I both know... forbidden tastes better, Amrälimë"
The words hung in the air, a beautiful, devastating truth that shook you to your core. This was the fire you had been starving for.
Kíli didn't break eye contact as his hands moved down to the hem of his dirty linen shirt. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled it over his head and tossed it into the shadows of the cell. His chest was lean, layered with hard muscle and a dusting of dark hair, heaving slightly in the dim light. His hands moved lower, unbuckling his heavy belt and letting his trousers drop to sit dangerously low on his hips, revealing the sharp, teasing V of his lower stomach.
You froze. You knew you should walk away. You were an Elven Guard of the Woodland Realm, and he was a prisoner. But you were rooted to the cold stone floor, utterly captivated.
His hand slipped over his trousers, his long fingers wrapping around his heavy, semi-aroused length through the fabric.
"If you don't want to watch me come undone for you, sin," Kíli rasped, his voice transforming into a dark, wicked purr that sent a violent shiver down your spine, "you better run up those stairs right now."
You didn't move. You couldn't.
A triumphant, filthy smirk crossed his face. He adjusted his grip, his eyes burning into yours as he began to stroke himself, watching your chest rise and fall in ragged, uneven breaths.
"That's it," he groaned, the wet, heavy sound echoing intimately in the damp cell. "Watch me. Good girl. You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" He rolled his hips forward, a hiss escaping his lips as his knuckles brushed the iron bars. "Touch yourself for me, Amrälimë. Let me see what that perfect, bloodless prince isn't giving you."
Your legs trembled as you backed away, bracing yourself against the column behind you, sliding down until your feet touched the ground. Your heart pounded as you obeyed the command, reaching out to your center.
The command shattered whatever restraint you had left. Your hand dropped between your thighs, pressing over your own leathers, your breath catching as you mirrored his rhythm.
"Fuck, yes," Kíli cursed, his head falling back against the stone wall, his jaw tight with pleasure. "You're so fucking beautiful. Damned elf, so wet and ready for me, to come just to see me touch myself for you "
The dirty, degrading, absolute perfection of the moment consumed you both. The air grew thick with his praises and curses, pushing you higher and higher until you shattered, a stifled, desperate moan leaving your lips as the orgasm wrecked you. Seconds later, Kíli groaned your name, his body snapping taut as he spilled into his own hand, completely ruined by the sight of you.
As the heavy, ragged breathing settled in the dark corridor, the intoxicating haze vanished. The harsh, brutal reality of what you had just done—the cheating, the treason, the sheer madness of it—hit you like a physical blow.
You scrambled backward, fixing your armor with trembling hands, your face flushing with a violent, panicked shame.
After that, you couldn't shake off the fog of the moment; his body in front of you, his voice, the sin you shared and that you didn't want to abandon.
You found yourself walking the cell corridor more often than your shift required. You told yourself it was vigilance.
On the fifth day, you found him turning a small, smooth stone over in his palm, polishing it absently against his sleeve.
"That stone you're hiding," you said, leaning against the bars across from his cell. "What is it?"
Kíli's expression went suddenly, theatrically grave. "A talisman," he said. "A powerful curse rests on it. Any non-dwarf who looks too long upon its runes will be doomed." He held it up toward your face with mock solemnity.
You took a half-step back before you caught yourself, and Kíli burst into laughter at your expression, delighted with himself.
"Or," he said, grinning as you huffed and stepped closer again, unable to help the small smile tugging at your own mouth, "it depends entirely on whether you believe in curses. It's just a gift, really." He turned the stone so the carved runes caught the torchlight. "My mother gave it to me. So I wouldn't forget a promise."
"What promise?" you asked, quieter now.
His grin softened into something gentler. "That I'd come back to her."
You smiled, a genuine, soft expression that entirely transformed your face. For a moment, the walls of the prison seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you sharing a fragile, beautiful piece of intimacy. Kíli watched your lips curve, his eyes darkening with a sudden, heavy intensity.
"You should smile more often," he murmured, his voice thick with unvoiced desire. "It suits you far better than that cold guard act."
Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs. Another elven guard called your name, stating that Prince Legolas required your presence in the armory immediately.
You stepped back, clearing your throat, but Kíli leaned his forehead against the bars, a wicked, knowing smirk returning to his lips.
"Go on then," Kíli teased softly, his eyes locking onto yours with absolute certainty. "Send my regards to your boyfriend. Tell him I said thank you... for letting me be the one to finally make you happy today."
You flushed crimson, turning on your heel and hurrying away, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your chest.
An hour later, in the grand, starlit corridors of the upper palace, your closest friend and fellow guard, Galeneth, fell into step beside you. She polished her bow as she walked, but her keen elven eyes were fixed entirely on your face.
"You are glowing," Galeneth noted, a small, knowing smile gracing her lips. "I haven't seen you carry yourself with such light in decades. Did something wonderful occur between you and Legolas in the armory?"
Your breath caught, your mind instantly flashing to the dark cell, to Kíli's rough hands, his rumbled voice, and the breathless adrenaline of his gaze. "I... I am merely feeling a change in the wind, Galeneth. A awakening, perhaps. A reminder of what it means to truly feel the blood rushing through my veins, to crave a dangerous, impossible warmth."
Galeneth sighed softly, her eyes softening with romance. "Ah, the enduring love of the Eldar. It is a beautiful thing, is it not? To know that after all these centuries, Legolas can still make your heart dance as though it were the first day you met."
You forced a nod, your stomach twisting into a guilty knot. Galeneth walked away, leaving you alone under the starlight. Inside, the realization hit you like a physical blow. You weren't feeling this way because of Legolas. Every ounce of this terrifying, radiant joy, this untamable hunger... was entirely because of Kíli.
Ella me dice que vaya con cautela ,Y yo ando prepara'o por si ese bobo se altera, Dice que tengo que bajarle a mi actitud, Por eso me voy donde estás tú, Mami, si tus ojos son mi luz, Y mis pecados son más grande' que la cruz
The illusion of peace shattered entirely later that night when Legolas cornered you in the private tactical rooms. The door closed with a heavy thud, and when you turned around, the Prince’s composure was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, sharp fury.
"You have been avoiding me," Legolas stated, his eyes tracking you like a predator. "And your shifts in the dungeons have doubled. Do you think me blind? Do you think I do not see the way you look toward those cells?"
"I am performing my duties, Legolas," you lied smoothly, crossing your arms. "They are rowdy, dangerous prisoners. They require vigilance."
"It is not vigilance that makes your eyes shine like the stars over Nargothrond!" Legolas snarled, stepping into your personal space, his hand gripping your jaw with a desperation you had never felt from him. "You are harboring thoughts of that dwarf. A creature of dirt and stone! You insult our centuries together, you insult our bloodline!"
"You are imagining things because your pride is wounded!" you shouted back, tearing your face from his grip. Your chest heaved, a fierce anger flaring inside you.
Before you could walk away, Legolas suddenly closed the distance. He grabbed your waist and crushed his mouth against yours with a desperate, almost violent possessiveness. He was trying to reclaim you, trying to physically brand his presence over the creeping shadow of the dwarf.
You kissed him back, closing your eyes tight, desperately trying to force yourself to feel the spark, trying to prove that this centuries-old bond wasn't dead.
You let him lead you back to his chambers. You let him unlace your tunic.
The act was mechanically flawless. Legolas moved with the ancient, practiced perfection of the Eldar. It was beautiful, poetic, and utterly devoid of the chaotic, burning passion you craved.
Later, as the starlight poured through the balcony windows, you lay awake next to his sleeping, perfect form. You stared at the ceiling, feeling entirely cold and empty. The contrast was devastating. A single, filthy session of mutual desperation across iron bars with a dwarf had made your soul catch fire, while lying naked in the arms of the Elven Prince left you feeling agonizingly numb.
As you stared at his beautiful, yet utterly distant face, the truth crystallized in your mind. He was right. You were betraying everything you knew, spinning a web of deceit, but you couldn't stop. The sheer, forbidden thrill of what you felt for Kíli was a sin you were entirely willing to commit. You hated the deception, but God, you loved the fire.
"My mom, she worries," Kíli said the next evening, leaning against the cold stone of his cell, the stone still turning idly in his fingers. "Thinks I'm reckless."
"Are you?" you asked, curious despite yourself, a small smile already forming.
Kíli looked at you sideways, a spark of mischief in his dark eyes, and shook his head with theatrical innocence. "Nah."
You both knew it for the lie it was, and neither of you bothered correcting it.
The stone slipped from his fingers a moment later, rolling out between the bars. You caught it under your boot before it could vanish into the shadows, crouching to pick it up, turning it over once in your palm. Kíli leaned into the gap between the bars to take it, closer than strictly necessary.
"You've quite a party going on up there," he said, nodding toward the ceiling, where distant music and laughter drifted down from the halls above.
"The Mereth Nuin Giliath," you said, a small smile finding its way back onto your face. "All light is sacred to the Eldar. But we of the Woodland Realm have always loved starlight best."
"Always thought of it as distant," Kíli said. "Cold. Remote."
You turned to look at him fully then. "It is memory," you said softly. "Precious and pure." You held his gaze a beat longer than you meant to. "Like your promise."
You passed the stone back into his hand, your fingers brushing his for one unhurried second too long.
"I have walked beneath that light," you continued, something wistful slipping into your voice, "leaving the trees behind, rising into the night. I have watched the world fall away beneath me, and white light pouring over everything."
Kíli watched you the entire time, caught somewhere between amusement and something far more unguarded.
"I saw a fire-moon once," he offered, quieter now. "Over the Ettenmoors. Enormous. Red and gold." You turned fully toward him, drawn in despite yourself. He went on, telling you of merchant caravans bound for the Blue Mountains, silver traded for furs, the mountain at their left flank as that impossible burning moon rose over the pass. "I wish I could show you the caves beneath those mountains," he said. "There's nothing like them in all the world."
You sat down on the step across from his cell, settling to his eye level as he kept talking — caravans and roads and storms slept through under open sky, a life entirely unlike the long, unchanging centuries you'd spent guarding the same halls.
Somewhere down the corridor, unseen by either of you, Legolas watched the exchange with his jaw set and something cold and resentful settling behind his eyes.
Later that same night, when the dungeons were mostly quiet, Kíli heard the sharp click of boots on stone. He leaned forward eagerly, a cocky smirk already forming on his lips, expecting to see you.
Instead, the golden-haired Elven Prince stepped into the flickering torchlight.
Legolas stopped just outside the cell, his hands clasped behind his back, staring down at Kíli with a cold, ancient fury that could have frozen the river outside.
"Stay away from her, dwarf," Legolas stated, his voice a lethal, perfectly modulated hum. "Or I will have you thrown into a lightless pit so deep even your kind won't be able to find the bottom."
Kíli didn't flinch. His smirk only widened as he pushed himself off the wall, sauntering right up to the iron bars. He leaned against them, crossing his arms and looking the Prince up and down with profound amusement.
"You're terrified of me, aren't you, your Highness?" Kíli chuckled, the sound echoing mockingly in the dark corridor. "You have eternity with her, and you're threatened by a filthy guy locked in a cage. You already know you've lost her."
Legolas's jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek. Without another word, he spun on his heel and swept away into the dark, unable to mask the furious, bleeding blow to his pride.
You came to him often after that — not out of duty, though you told yourself it still was, every single time, less and less convincingly. Kíli had a way of pulling stories out of you that you hadn't told anyone in decades, a way of making the careful, controlled centuries of your life sound, suddenly, like a cage you'd built yourself and forgotten to question.
By now, there was an undeniable shift between you; the sharp, dangerous edge of a mutual understanding. He had become openly affectionate, his eyes softening whenever you approached, yet his teasing mouth never rested.
"I hate you," you muttered one night, leaning against his bars, a petulant, beautiful pout on your lips.
At this point your words tasted like honey to him; you said them without malice, as a way of reminding him of the well of desire and fire that he was getting you.
Kíli grinned, reaching through to lightly tug at a strand of your hair. "I love you too, baby. Send my greetings to your little prince-boyfriend tonight, yeah?"
You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to mask the flutter in your stomach. "Funny you say that, considering I have to look down on you just to have this conversation."
Kíli’s smirk turned utterly wicked, his eyes flashing with dark, heavy promise as he leaned forward. "My height is the only small thing about me and you know it, Ghivashel. Besides... we're all the same height in bed."
You choked on your own breath, your face flushing completely hot as you slapped his hand away from your hair, though a breathless, thrilled laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it.
And so the days passed amidst laughter, sighs, and forbidden whispers. Each time, it became more impossible to hide the obvious truth.
"You don't talk like the others," you told him once.
"I talk more than the others," Kíli said. "Dwalin's told me as much, frequently, and with considerable volume."
"I meant about yourself. About what you want."
Something flickered across his face — surprised, maybe, that you'd noticed. "Most people don't ask," he said simply. "It's easier to assume the road's all I care for."
"And it isn't?"
"The road's easy," Kíli said. "Easy doesn't mean it's enough." His eyes held yours, steady, unhidden, leaving the rest of the thought unspoken between you with no real subtlety left to it at all.
You didn't answer that. You didn't trust your own voice to stay even if you tried.
Kíli stood up, stepping right to the edge of the bars, his chest almost pressing against the iron. "Leave him," he said suddenly, his voice thick, heavy, completely stripped of its usual playful banter.
You gasped softly, taking a step back. "Kíli..."
"Leave him," he repeated, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. "What does he have that I don't? A crown? A kingdom? He doesn't look at you like he wants to burn the world down just to keep you warm. I do." He reached his hand through the bars, his fingers brushing against your jawline, tilting your face down. "Amrälimë," he whispered, the dwarven word heavy with ancient devotion.
"What... what does that mean?" you breathed, unable to pull away from his touch.
"It means my love. My light," Kíli rasped, his thumb sweeping over your lower lip. "I feel things for you that I've never felt for anyone. And I know you feel it too. You're dying of boredom in this perfect palace. Come with me. Run away with me."
"You're a prisoner," you whispered, tears of confusion and sudden realization stinging your eyes. "You are locked in a cage."
Kíli’s smirk returned, dark, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. "We both know I won't be in here for much longer. When the doors open... make your choice."
Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of your own buried desires and the terrifying reality of what you were doing, you tore yourself away from his touch and fled up the stairs, your mind spinning out of control.
Mami, si tus ojo' son mi luz, Y mis pecado' son más grande' ,Pero voy por todo si es que vas a acompañarme
On the night the lock finally gave — Bilbo's small, hurried hands working some unseen magic none of you understood yet — the cells burst open in a flurry of quiet chaos.
As the dwarves scrambled out of their cells, Kíli didn't immediately run for the cellars. He sprinted down the corridor, his eyes frantically scanning the darkness, desperately searching for you. He couldn't leave without knowing if you would follow.
"Kíli, move your fat ass!" Dwalin roared from the stairwell, but Kíli ignored him, his eyes locking onto yours as you emerged from a side corridor, sword drawn.
Our eyes met through the dim torchlight. There was no time for words. He gave you one final, pleading look, a silent 'come with me', before the rushing tide of his kin forced him down toward the wine cellars.
The river took the barrels like a fist, the Company scattering into the current under a hail of orc arrows and elven steel.
You fought like a whirlwind on the riverbanks, your blade flashing through the air, cutting down orcs left and right. Legolas was right beside you, a lethal machine of grace and death, firing arrow after arrow into the incoming horde.
Down in the churning water, Kíli’s barrel spun wildly. He looked up through the chaos, spotting your figure fighting on the rocks above.
"Come with me!" Kíli yelled over the roaring river and the clash of steel, his voice desperate, his hand reaching out toward the bank. "Amrälimë! Jump!"
You froze at the edge of the rocky cliff, looking down at the rushing water, at the dwarf who had brought fire back into your soul. You took a step forward, your weight shifting, completely prepared to throw your entire life away and dive into the roaring current.
Suddenly, a hand clamped down onto your wrist like a vice.
You were yanked back violently. Legolas stood there, his breathing heavy for the first time in centuries, his bow dropped to his side. He was staring at you with an expression you'd never once seen on him in all your centuries together — something close to genuine shock, a raw, bleeding wound breaking through all that perfect, unbreakable elven composure.
"What are you doing?" Legolas's voice cut through the chaos behind you, sharp with disbelief, echoing in Sindarin.
You pulled your wrist firmly out of his grip, taking a step back toward the edge of the water.
"I'm leaving," you said simply, switching to the Common Tongue, so there could be no mistaking it, so the dwarf in the river could hear it too. "I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry I didn't."
"With him?" Legolas's eyes cut down to Kíli, who stood a few feet away in his spinning barrel, dripping, bloodied, and watching the two of you with no smugness in his face at all — only a quiet, careful stillness, like he understood exactly how much this choice was costing you and refused to make it smaller by gloating.
"With myself," you said, your voice steady, a newfound fire burning in your chest. "For once. He just happened to be standing in the direction I wanted to run."
Legolas said nothing further. He simply lowered his arms, the fight completely gone out of him in a way that had nothing to do with the orcs still scattered along the bank. The ancient prince looked small, defeated by a truth he couldn't comprehend, watching you turn your back on eternity.
You didn't look back to see his face again. You didn't need to. Whatever you owed him, you'd paid it the moment you stopped lying to yourself about wanting something he could never give you.
With one fluid motion, you leaped off the rocky ledge, diving straight into the cold, churning waters of the river.
You surfaced a second later, gasping for air, and a strong, warm, rough hand immediately grabbed the collar of your armor, pulling you safely against the side of a wooden barrel. Kíli was soaked, his dark hair plastered to his face, blood dripping from a small cut on his jaw—and he was grinning like he had just conquered the world.
"Last chance to change your mind," Kíli said, his voice raw and full of affection. "I should warn you, the company's loud, the food's terrible, and there's a dragon at the end of this road."
You wrapped your arm securely around his waist, leaning into his heat, a breathless, wild laugh escaping your lips. "Sounds like exactly what I've been missing."
Before the current swept you away, Kíli looked back up at the riverbank one last time. His eyes locked with Legolas's distant, frozen figure. Kíli didn't hide his triumph; he flashed a sharp, victorious grin, a silent declaration of the prize he had won. Legolas stood paralyzed in shock and anger, watching the river carry away the only thing he had ever failed to keep.
The current carried you both downstream, away from everything safe, cold, and known, toward whatever waited at the end of a road you'd finally, fully chosen for yourself.
Audience Advisory (CW): Modern!Kíli Durin, fluff, romantic tension, (Smut), mild making out, unapologetic cockiness, dwarven stubbornness, cold showers implied, and chaotic family dinners.
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Summary: Ancient dwarven courtship customs meet the 21st century. Kíli Durin is a man of action, adrenaline, and zero subtlety when he finds his One. Now he just has to convince his sharp-tongued, fiercely independent boxing coach to let him spoil her rotten.
He needs to show off his strength. (Believe me, he really needs it)
"Alongside the gifting, is the strength rituals. Whoever began the courtship will try to impress their beloved... overall showing of their strength."
Kíli could get incredibly creative when it came to strutting in front of you.
Kíli Durin was a man built on adrenaline. He had tried every hobby under the sun that offered freedom and a rush—rock climbing, camping in the wild, archery, and extreme calisthenics. But the day he walked into the local boxing gym and saw you expertly destroying a heavy bag, every other hobby ceased to exist.
Since you were the advanced fighter, you had given him his first lessons. Since then, he was instantly smitten, effortlessly inserting himself into your life. You let him, of course, driving him absolutely crazy with your sharp sarcasm, keeping him constantly on the edge.
It’s a sweltering Tuesday afternoon at the gym. You are leaning against the ropes of the ring, sipping from your water bottle, watching Kíli. He had casually decided to ditch his shirt twenty minutes ago, currently doing a set of explosive muscle-ups on the rings. His back ripples with effort, sweat glistening on his skin. He drops down with a heavy thud, catching your eye with a breathless, hopelessly cocky smirk.
"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" he pants, leaning against the ropes right next to you, entirely unapologetic about his display.
You raise an eyebrow, your expression completely deadpan, though your heart does a traitorous flutter. "I've seen better form from guys half your size, Durin. You're dropping your left shoulder again."
Kíli chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest. He leans in closer, the scent of sweat and leather wrapping around you. "You wound me. I'm just trying to prove I can go a few rounds with my favorite coach."
"Keep your guard up, then," you shoot back, tapping his jaw lightly with your wrapped knuckles. "Or I'll have to ruin that pretty face, and your uncle will never forgive me."
"You think I'm pretty?" he teases, his dark eyes practically shining with delight as you roll your eyes and walk back to the mats. He loves it when you don't make it easy for him.
He'll always take care of it, no matter what it is. (Especially if it allows him to show off his skills)
"According to ancient dwarven courtship customs, one of the first clear steps is to show helpfulness to the person being courted. In this way, the dwarf demonstrates his value to his beloved."
Actions speak louder than words (even for someone like Kíli, who talks a lot).
From the very first moment, he was attentive. Not just in the sense of remembering your tastes, preferences, or passing comments—though he did that too, later on. Rather, he was attentive in helping you with absolutely everything.
Your stupid gym locker got jammed? Don't worry, he fixed it in a heartbeat. Needed to move a heavy punching bag? He was right behind you to save you the effort. In fact, since you met him, you couldn't remember filling your own water bottle, pulling out your own chair, or doing basically anything that required extra effort—no matter how much you insisted you could do it yourself.
One Tuesday afternoon, after you casually mentioned that your car's brakes were making a weird noise, you walk out of work to find your vehicle perfectly parallel parked—something you thought was a mortal trap—and freshly washed.
Who else would go through all this trouble but him?
When you call him to complain about him stealing your car during your shift, he answers with a voice stained with grease and pure pride.
"I changed the brake pads, adjusted the suspension, and gave it an oil change," he says, and you can practically hear his grin through the phone. "Nobody else touches your car. Only me. So don't cheat on me with another mechanic."
"Are you marking territory with my Honda Civic, pretty boy?" You are actively fighting the stupid smile on your face; this guy was impossible, but perfect for you.
"I'm making sure my girl travels safe," he corrects, dropping his voice to that deep, gravelly tone that always makes your pulse trip. "Next time don't let it slide. Bring me the car and I'll fix it for free, don't make me scold you."
"I'd love to see you try, darling. You know perfectly well who gives the orders here," you warn, fighting right back. You never made things easy for him.
"And I wouldn't prefer it any other way, baby. I love it when you get bossy; it's sexy." You could bet your life he had that lopsided smirk on his face, his eyes shining with that playful gleam you liked so much.
And you'd be lying if you said you didn't love these things. In the end, he was winning your heart in his own stubborn way.
He will to make you something that lasts.
"After the courting is established to the community, the second step is the gifting. Handmade gifts are bests... Dwarves are commonly craftsmen specializing in weaponry, jewelry, and other things that can be made out of metal and iron."
Chocolates expire and flowers wither, but Durin steel is forever.
When he wasn't at the gym or dragging you on impromptu hiking trips, Kíli worked as a mechanic and metalworker at his family's shop, Durin & Sons Auto. You had complained exactly once about your gym locker key always getting lost at the bottom of your duffel bag.
A week later, Kíli tosses a small, heavy velvet pouch onto the counter while you’re wrapping your hands for a spar.
Inside is a custom-made, solid iron carabiner and keychain. It’s beautifully forged, polished to a gunmetal shine, with intricate geometric patterns etched into the sides. Right in the center, your initials are stamped perfectly into the steel.
"You made this?" you ask, running your thumb over the cool metal, genuinely impressed.
"I forge a little," he says, leaning his forearms on the counter. He tries to sound casual, but his eyes are tracking your every reaction, hungry for your approval. "It’s solid. Won't break. I figured you needed something as tough as you are to survive that bag of yours."
"It's beautiful, Kíli," you admit, looking up at him with a soft, genuine smile that makes his breath hitch. Then, your signature smirk returns. "Though I’m pretty sure you just want the other guys at the gym to see your craftsmanship and back off."
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he lies flawlessly, grinning like a madman as you clip it to your bag.
"Playing dumb suits you," you concede, stepping closer to him until your breaths mingle.
Kíli's eyes immediately drop to your lips, and you smile with satisfaction; he was far too transparent. "Thanks for the gift, idiot."
Your lips press against his—a wet, heated kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Kíli melts instantly against you, a low groan vibrating from the back of his throat as his hands grab the skin at your waist, pulling you flush against him.
And right at that moment, you pull away.
"Huh? What...?" His face is priceless; flushed red and completely disoriented.
"We have to go warm up," you say, a smirk on your lips as you look him up and down. "Though I think you don't really need it." You wink and walk away toward the mats.
Kíli stands there staring at the door you just walked through with a stupid smile on his face. He shakes his head, dragging a hand down his face with a heavy sigh. "You'll be the death of me, beautiful," he mutters to the empty room.
He definitely had to hit the cold showers before going out to train.
He's your little personal admirer (although you should put a stop to him).
"The One is the dwarvish equivalent to Soulmates. How they meet depends simply on fate, but one thing is for certain, every dwarf has a One." "And when a dwarf finds their One, they are utterly, hopelessly consumed by them."
Kíli loved the badass boxing coach who could pin him to a mat. But he also loved every other, messier version of you, and he made sure his entire family knew it.
It was a busy Wednesday afternoon at Durin & Sons Auto. Thorin was reviewing paperwork in the office, while Dwalin and Fíli were working on a transmission. Kíli was lying on a creeper under a Chevy, wrenching a bolt, and currently driving his brother absolutely insane.
"...and then, she got her final grade back," Kíli’s voice echoed from under the chassis, muffled but entirely enthusiastic. "You should have seen her face, Fíli. She did this little jump. I swear to Mahal, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen."
"Kíli, pass the wrench and shut up," Fíli groaned, wiping grease from his forehead.
"I'm just saying!" Kíli protested, sliding out from under the car on the creeper, completely ignoring the tool request. "She's incredible. And not just when she's happy. Last week, she was terrified of this massive spider in her bathroom. She was standing on the counter with a shoe, yelling at me to kill it. She looked so mad and so scared at the same time. It was beautiful."
Dwalin paused his work, staring at the youngest with profound exhaustion. "You are romanticizing a woman screaming at a bug."
"She has very nice lungs," Kíli defended shamelessly. He sat up, leaning his forearms on his knees, a hopelessly lovesick smile taking over his face. "Even when she's sad, or doubting herself... she gets this little wrinkle between her eyebrows. I just want to kiss it away. I don't care if she's bossing me around the ring or crying over a sad movie trailer, she is absolutely perfect."
From the office window, Thorin let out a long, heavy sigh that vibrated against the glass.
"We get it, brother," Fíli said, throwing a dirty rag that hit Kíli squarely in the face. "She's the sun, the moon, and the stars. Now fix the damn exhaust pipe before Uncle fires both of us."
Kíli just laughed, tossing the rag aside and sliding back under the car. "You're just jealous you haven't found your One yet, Fee. I'm telling you, the way her nose scrunches when she's confused..."
"MAHAL GIVE ME STRENGTH!" Dwalin roared to the ceiling.
He is a family man; he will make you meet them.
"The family bond and community acceptance are fundamental pillars. Introducing the beloved to the clan is the definitive step to show that the intentions are serious and transparent".
The Durin family is, essentially, beautifully warm chaos. But chaos nonetheless.
After four months of unfiltered flirting, relentless innuendos, and Kíli showing up at your apartment with alarming regularity, you finally—along with several declined invitations— agreed to attend a family dinner.
The delay was entirely your fault. If it were up to him, by the second week you would have been having tea with his mother, Dís, and betting on blackjack with his uncle and brother.
Admit it, it was agonizing for Kíli to wait for you to take the leap. But somehow, this weird dynamic between you two worked perfectly, and you were terrified of ruining it all if you made things more formal.
But at the same time, you craved it. You wanted to be part of the family anecdotes he told you about; you wanted to meet the people who had shaped the charming, wild boy you adored. You wanted to belong.
All your life you had feared commitment—bad relationships, difficult parents, complicated friendships... people and deep bonds just weren't your thing. But Kíli had completely changed the game.
He never pressured you, he never suffocated you. His bright, carefree nature allowed you to breathe despite his intense and shameless affection. He had proven to you that being with someone didn't mean changing your essence or softening your edges. He liked the whole package: the good, the bad, the bossy, the funny, the sexy, and the scared.
So, when he casually brought up the family dinner again, you accepted before he even finished the sentence. Kíli was the happiest man on earth.
The Sunday barbecue at the Durin household is a whirlwind. Dís greets you with a bone-crushing hug, while Thorin and Bilbo where discussing if the food could be enough. At the long wooden table, you find yourself surrounded by Bofur, Dwalin, and Fíli.
Kíli sits right beside you, his arm proudly draped over the back of your chair, practically glowing.
"Finally!" Bofur cheers, passing you a massive plate of ribs. "This idiot hasn't shut his mouth about you in four months! 'Oh, she hits the bag so hard, her smile is perfect, she's so smart and funny...'We were starting to think he made you up!"
"Bofur, shut up!" Kíli yells, his ears burning a brilliant red as he tries to throw a bread roll at the older man.
"It's true," Fíli chimes in wickedly. "The auto shop has been hell. He just sighs over the engines all day."
The whole table erupts into roaring laughter. You look at Kíli, who is burying his blushing face in your shoulder, but the pure happiness radiating from him is palpable. You reach under the table and squeeze his knee, perfectly at home in the beautiful chaos.
He will become your personal guard (even against germs(?)
"Dwarves are secretive folk. They do not open up about their traditions or rituals very easily." "Courting is serious business to this race... Part of that serious business is fiercely protecting their beloved's physical and emotional from any external threat."
Kíli was fiercely protective of you. He defended you from gym creeps, he defended you from his own family's pressure, and, much to your annoyance, he tried to defend you from microscopic viruses.
His protection wasn't about toxic jealousy; it was about absolute respect for your space.
When a new, overly confident guy at the boxing gym kept lingering around your heavy bag, ignoring your clear, polite dismissals, Kíli didn't walk over and start a macho chest-bumping contest. He casually walked up, wrapped an arm securely around your waist, kissed your temple, and stared the guy down with a dead-eyed, terrifyingly blank expression until the creep awkwardly coughed and practically ran to the treadmills.
When Bofur cornered you both at a barbecue, loudly asking, "So, when are you two making it official and putting a label on this?", Kíli instantly sensed your hesitation. Before you could panic, he laughed, shoved a beer into Bofur's hand, and said, "We're exactly what we want to be right now, Bofur. Mind your own pints." He gave you a reassuring wink, ensuring you never felt trapped.
But his protective instincts reached their absolute, ridiculous peak during flu season.
You had caught a nasty common cold. You were congested, exhausted, and feeling miserable in your apartment. Kíli, treating a mild fever like it was a mortal wound, went into full lockdown defensive mode.
"I'm fine, Kíli," you rasped from the sofa, trying to swat him away. "It's just a cold."
"You are compromised," Kíli stated very seriously, completely ignoring your protests as he wrapped a third, incredibly heavy fleece blanket around your shoulders, practically mummifying you.
"I'm sweating."
"You have to sweat it out," he insisted, pulling a steaming bowl of homemade chicken soup from a tray. "My mother swears by this. Open up."
"I can feed myself, Durin."
"Absolutely not. You need to conserve your energy to fight the virus," he countered, carefully blowing on a spoonful of broth and holding it out to your mouth with total, unblinking dedication. "I will not let a microscopic enemy defeat the best fighter I know. Now eat."
You rolled your eyes, groaning at his dramatics, but you opened your mouth and took the soup. As he sat there on the edge of your coffee table, spoon-feeding you with the intense focus of a warrior holding a shield wall, you couldn't help the warm, fuzzy feeling expanding in your chest.
He might have been an absolute idiot, but he was your idiot.
He would definitely claim you (and your hair).
"The courting bead is a declaration of affection and their courtship. It declares that the courtee is off limits..." "The next day, the couple will brush each others hair a total of one hundred strokes. This is not only intimate but gives one of the others to think about the commitment they’re about to make."
You were known for your incredibly long hair and elaborate braids, and Kíli was nothing if not a dedicated student.
What you didn't know was that Kíli had spent the last month showing up at his mother's house, sitting on the floor while Dís patiently taught him the intricate, ancient weaving patterns of their people. He was determined to do it right.
It’s a quiet Sunday evening at your apartment. You’ve just showered after a long hike, sitting on the rug between Kíli's legs as they sprawl across the sofa. Without asking, he had taken the brush from your hand.
The banter has faded into a heavy, electric silence. He brushes your hair with slow, methodical reverence. One. Two. Three. You lose count somewhere around fifty, melting into the incredibly gentle scrape of the bristles against your scalp.
"You're awfully quiet back there, pretty boy," you murmur, tilting your head back to look at him upside down.
"Just concentrating pretty girl," he whispers, his dark eyes locked on the strands of your hair.
With practiced, surprisingly deft fingers, he sections off a piece near your temple. He weaves a complex, five-strand braid, tight and flawless, securing it with a small, beautifully crafted metal bead.
You reach up, touching the cool metal. "Since when do you know how to do a Dutch crown braid?"
"A guy picks up a few skills. Besides, last week you said you liked Daenerys's braids," he replies, his voice dropping an octave as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
The last few weekends had brought terrible rain, so you had ended up on your couch starting Game of Thrones, becoming instantly obsessed. You had casually mentioned how pretty the hairstyles were on the show, and he had remembered.
"I forged those little clips she uses to secure them at the shop. Now you can be the Mother of Dragons, too," he murmurs, amused, still stroking your hair.
Inevitably, you lean your head back into his hand with a soft sigh.
"Now everyone knows exactly who you belong to. No more flirting with the guys at the heavy bags."
"I only flirt with the guy who doesn't know how to keep his left guard up," you shoot back, giving him a feigned punch in the arm, to which he overreacts dramatically, earning several bright laughs from you.
He will always worship you (on your terms).
"While affection is common through the courting, being sexually intimate is typically saved for after the marriage. This is to hold a final vow, 'I give my all to you, and only you' between the couple. This is one thing that only One's are to share."
In the 21st century, waiting for marriage wasn't exactly the standard. But for a Durin, waiting for his One to give the absolute, enthusiastic green light was a sacred mandate. He would burn down a city before he pressured you.
Kíli had the self-control of a saint when it came to you. He was a tactile, physical creature—always touching your waist, playing with your hair, bumping his shoulder against yours—but he always let you set the pace.
Until a rainy Friday night at your apartment, when you finally decided the waiting game was over.
You were straddling his lap on the sofa, the movie long forgotten. You leaned down, pressing a slow, grinding kiss to his mouth. Kíli’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively settling on your hips, thumbs mapping the dip of your waist with a frantic, shaky pressure.
"You're awfully aggressive tonight, Coach," he murmured against your lips, his voice dropping to that dangerous, gravelly register that always made your knees weak.
"Are you complaining, Durin?" you whispered, biting his lower lip just hard enough to make him growl—a deep, vibration-filled sound that you felt in your own bones.
"Never," he gasped, his grip tightening. But as you reached for the hem of his shirt, he caught your wrists, his chest heaving. His dark eyes were wide, blown out with a hunger he’d been hiding for months. "Are you sure? I told you, I'll wait as long as you need. I'm yours, whether we do this tonight or ten years from now."
"Kíli," you said, your voice thick with absolute certainty. "If you don't take this shirt off right now, I'm going to kick you out into the rain."
A feral, triumphant smirk broke across his face. "Yes, ma'am."
He flipped you onto your back, sinking into the cushions, his body a solid, heavy warmth pinning you down. He didn't rush. He worshipped. He peeled away your clothes with a reverent focus, his eyes tracking every inch of skin he revealed as if he were memorizing a map.
"God, you’re beautiful," he panted, his hands sliding over your curves with a desperate, shaky grace. He kissed his way down your throat, his tongue hot and demanding, pausing to press lingering, open-mouthed kisses against the pulse point of your neck. "I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you so bad, Amrälimë."
It's sooo sexy when he speaks in that old language.
When he moved between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours, raw and unshielded. "Look at me," he commanded softly, his voice trembling with the effort of his own restraint. "I need to see you looking at me while I take you."
The sensation of him was overwhelming—the friction, the heat, the way he seemed to fit against you like he was designed for this exact moment. He moved with a rhythmic, controlled power, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly he left marks.
"Kíli," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Yeah, that’s it," he groaned, his voice rough. "Say my name again, pretty girl. Tell me I’m yours. Tell me you’re not letting anyone else have this."
"You're mine," you whimpered, arching into him. "A-and im only yours."
The sound you made sent him over the edge. He surged forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath ragged and hot against your skin. "I'm obsessed with you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "You own me. Every single part of me."
As the intensity peaked, he didn't just take—he gave. He moved with a deliberate, agonizing slowness, his focus entirely on your pleasure, his eyes scanning your face as if he were catching every gasp, every flicker of your eyelids, storing them away. When you finally shattered, he caught you, his movements frantic and devoted, ensuring he was with you for every second of the fall.
When you finally fell asleep hours later, tangled in your sheets, Kíli was still awake. He was propped up on his elbow, tracing patterns on your bare shoulder with the tip of his finger, watching you with an expression of such pure, quiet awe that it felt like he was looking at a miracle. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.
He's the kind of guy who's either going to make you gaining weight or simply eating well (depending on how you look at it).
"In dwarven traditions, ensuring the physical well-being of your partner is vital. Sharing the best part of the meal, or personally cooking the most tender cut of meat, is a direct declaration that you wish to provide, care for, and keep your beloved strong."
Sometimes you got too obsessed with your schedule. Between long shifts at the gym and late nights, your brain simply turned off its hunger alarm. You survived on black coffee and sheer willpower.
Kíli noticed immediately. And his protective instincts simply wouldn't allow it.
It’s a Thursday night. You are buried under paperwork at your kitchen table, exhausted. Suddenly, you hear a key turn in the lock—you had given him a spare a month ago "just for emergencies"—and Kíli walks in carrying a massive thermal bag.
Without a word, he takes over your kitchen. The smell of garlic, rosemary, and perfectly seared meat fills the apartment in seconds.
"Kíli, what are you doing?" you ask, dragging your feet into the kitchen.
"Feeding you," he says smoothly, plating a thick, juicy cut of prime steak alongside roasted vegetables. "Fíli told me you skipped lunch. You need to keep those muscles strong if you want to keep beating me in the ring, beautiful."
"You didn't have to bother, I could've ordered a pizza..."
"It's not a bother," he interrupts, gently grabbing your waist to sit you on a stool. He presses a fork into your hand and crosses his arms, watching you with an intense, unyielding gaze. "You're going to eat the whole plate. Made by me. You have to take care of yourself, or I’ll have to move in here just to cook for you three times a day."
You roll your eyes, complaining that he spoils you too much, but the massive warmth expanding in your chest gives you away. As you take the first bite, Kíli wears the brilliant, satisfied smile of a man who knows exactly how to take care of what is his.
You need to put him out of his misery (Please, he's gone crazy.)
"Dwarvish courtship can go on for years. The key component to ending the courtship and officially began preparations for marriage is when the courtee announces to the courter that they wish to spend the rest of their life with them."
You loved playing this game with him, keeping him on his toes, but even you knew when it was time to drop the final hook.
It’s another family barbecue at the Durin household. You’re sitting next to Kíli, who has his arm draped territorially across the back of your chair. Fíli is across the table, currently making fun of Kíli's recent loss in the cards against you.
"I let her win!" Kíli protests loudly, pointing a barbecue skewer at his brother. "It’s called being a gentleman!"
"You didn't have a single good hand to play with, your face betrayed you." Fíli laughs. "You didn't let her do anything. She owns you."
"She does," Kíli admits shamelessly, turning to look at you with that utterly devoted, lovesick expression he gets whenever he thinks nobody is watching.
You take a slow sip of your drink, setting the glass down on the wooden table. Suddenly, you realize you can't even remember what your life looked like before this—the family, the laughs, him... well, he wasn't officially your boyfriend, simply because you hadn't given the green light.
The chaotic noise of the Durin family fades into another round of laughter. You are pulled from your thoughts when Balin speaks up, raising his voice so the whole table can hear.
"Well, since this lovely lass is officially Kíli's girl, I propose a toast!" Balin cheers warmly. "The boy finally brought home someone worthwhile!"
Kíli, knowing perfectly well your past fears of commitment and labels, reacts immediately to protect your boundaries. He drops his skewer, looking at you with a panicked apology in his eyes.
"No, Balin, wait," Kíli says quickly, waving his hands. "She and I aren't... don't pressure her with that, we're just—"
"Actually, Balin is right," you interrupt smoothly, leaning in close to the table.
Kíli freezes. The entire table falls into a dead, shocked silence.
You turn to face Kíli, a sharp, wicked smile playing on your lips. "M After all these months, you didn't think I was going to let you go, did you? You already belong to me in case you haven't noticed " Your smile softened, becoming sweeter "But I'm pretty sure you know you want to be mine, right?"
Kíli blinks. Once, twice. The processor in his brain completely crashes.
"Yes," Kíli blurts out, dropping his hands to cup your face. His smile is so wide it threatens to split his cheeks, pure, unadulterated joy radiating from him. "Yes, absolutely."
He kisses you right there in front of everyone, entirely ignoring the loud, cheering roars from Fíli, Bofur pounding the table, and the exasperated but fond groan from Thorin.
When you finally pull apart, both of you are smiling like absolute fools. He rests his forehead against yours, whispering against your lips, "Though, honestly... since the very first jab you threw at me in the gym, you made me completely yours, love."
You laugh softly, brushing your nose against his. "That's how I like it, pretty boy."
You had kept him waiting, kept him fighting for every inch, but as he pulls you closer, surrounded by the roaring cheers of your new family, you know he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Fluff Smut Cute "forbidden" love aka: someones family is dumb but its not stopping anyone!
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Reader has female anatomy. Neutral pronouns. You/your.
Far before his quest Kíli has a secret admirer in Ered Luin. A human. But a closed minded family cant keep them apart especially not with Fíli and Dís rooting for them. Its mostly soft corny cute smut. Heart warming. Oh and theres a lamb named Sweater.
Featuring soft and dom Kíli. Corny pick up lines! Communication during sex! Tooth rotting nick names!! Glowing eyes! Spoil him!!
If people request it this could be turned into a full length fic. It could get real angsty 😈
Lowering your bow instantly upon checking your mark your frown breaks into a grin. The dark finally revealing its secrets beyond the barn shadows. “You! You are not a goblin!”
But his eyes glowed like a goblin! Much taller and you knew his figure well. You pined after him in the market long enough.
So long you had passed a love letter to his mother months ago! “I know its bold and i am not fetching or bold or at all remarkable. But should he ever wish to write anyone i would be terribly interested to hear from him.”
Her face had mixed with laughter and shock. “My son? Oh dove, which one? I never have had someone give me a letter for my son before! Look at me! Turning into a messenger already!” She crowed shoulders shaking. “Oh good you have an address on here.”
“I know!” You groaned in exasperation face heating. “Please, mercy upom me. Hes all i think about i cant get him out of my mind. If i do not at least know his favorite color i will perish.”
She covers her mouth with her hand, shoulders shaking.
“ i am suffering serious heartache over your son. So much so my lady, that i am all but on my knees before you.” Adjusting the writhing lamb in your arms you sigh. “Please, i do not want in his bed but if there so happens to be room in his heart even for a friend. I would very much like to hear from him.”
“I hear you dove, i hear you its just been awhile.” She breathes beaming at you. “Since ive seen someone so sincerely and madly in love.”
“Thats so unfair. Dont say it so directly.” You whimper. “ its hard enough with it being on sight as it is. Thats meant for fairy tales, isnt it?”
“Some would say. But those of us who have experienced it know it when we see it.” Reaching she soothes the lamb with gentle pats between the ears. “Whats his name?”
“Oh? Him? His names Sweater. My sister named this lot.” Your voice drying like the hot summer drought around you. Yes your sister had loudly proclaimed this seasons lambs all be named after clothing items and this baa lamb was sweater. Sweater was an idiot. “He was attacked by goblins last night after he snuck out so ive come to take him to the doctor.”
“Well i am glad to meet sweater and see he is fairing well after his close call with goblins. But,” pausing her large hand rests on your shoulder. Biting back a larger smile. “I meant which of my sons do i deliver this to?”
Horror. Embarrassment. Squeezing your eyes shut your face crinkles. “ Valars save me. Why am i not standing atop a sinkhole right now?”
“Because i would dig you out of it. I must know.” She cooes delightedly scratching the lamb again. “Blond hair with the braids. Is Fíli my eldest. Hes working the forges now with his uncle.” She imparts gushing as mothers are meant to eyes glistening with devotion. “Then my youngest. Dark hair no braids yet, he will get there. Too young for the forges but he does plenty of work for merchants and hunting for all of us. Thats Kíli.”
“Kíli.” The name all but whispers out your mouth and then again a bit softer getting used to the sound. “Kíli.” A shy giggle erupts before you can stop it, “its for kíli.”
“Then i will get this to him straight away, dove. Best you get sweater to the doctor. Make good your escape. Kíli is liable to track you down before he even reads it.”
“Oh god!! Thank you! I owe you.” And you did owe her because by that evening a very fat raven was sitting on your baen roof a letter for you in its talons.
Kíli.
Now here he was. Kíli. Closest youve ever been and the way your world was spinning with evening colors you felt alive for the first time. He wasn't a night time goblin here for a sheep. He came like he said he would two letters ago. Sneak out to meet you in person so you could finally talk face to face.
“No. No i am not a goblin.” He assures shaking his head vigorously, hands by his shoulders.
“Neither am i!” Up pops his brother from the under brush in the same manner. “Too tall to be a goblin. Not fond of eating sheep either.”
Both exchange a grimace. Not bad but not their choice of meat.
“No- this is my brother. He came to make sure,” Kíli pauses, licking his lips, eyes darting from the distant stone home to the barn. Debating on his words carefully. “ make sure things go well.”
Following his gaze your shoulders slack. “No, i dont blame you. But the barn is empty save me. Only goblins and not-goblins out here.” Your reassurance loosens the strain on his face the cavalier smile cutting through the night. Ducking your head coyly you offer, “ would the not-a-goblin like to come inside?”
“Yes, yes he would.” Kíli’s eyes flash excitedly and he slips into the barn beside you.
“And Mister also-not-a-goblin?” Your brow rises in askance beckoning him to join you both inside away from a coming fall storm. The winds picking up over the low lands scattering leaves into the thicket beyond.
His brother remains in the shadows, shaking his head upon your questioning gaze. “ I will stay out here and look for goblins. Just in case. You two enjoy.”
It wasnt goblins. It was also your family he would be watching for.
“Stay safe and dry, Mister also-not-a-goblin.”
With a majestic flick of his wrists he raises his hood and vanishes. Dwarrow were magic in many ways. But you were certain they must be able to turn invisible. At least sometimes.
Closing the latch behind you the beating of your heart overcomes your nerves. Licking your lips, taking a deep breath you turn taking him in. From a distance he stole your heart. Up close he stole the air from your lungs and the future of love with anyone else.
“ Hello,not-a-goblin.”
“Hello darling. Lovely barn. You even have sheep in it, and hay.” He observes eyes roaming you in long languid walks only to return time and time again to your lips. “Plenty of hay. Did you want to roll in it?”
Biting back a laugh you peer up at the hay loft. Your other lantern still burns above. Book still stashed over head with his letters, finally your eyes meet again. His smile breaks into a toothy grin and its all it takes to send your bashful smile packing into a larger wider smile. “Well, if you are here, bales do need rearranging.”
Stepping forward your fingers linger toying with the ends of his hair, his breath hitching. Pupils dilating at your touch. “I suppose some company would be nice. If your goblin activities are over you can lend a hand. Or two,” your eyes drift again to his lips. “Or other helpful useful things we both have.”
Unabashedly his hand rests on your hip pulling you close. His thumb rubbing along your body. “ Lets take this somewhere private.” His other hand capturing the lantern, prying it easily from your grasp with a sly smile. In one blow he extinguishes the flame descending you both into darkness save the glow from the loft.
Smooth. “Kíli. You tease.” Your scold is poisonless.
“You love it and ive been saving all my teasing for you.” He remarks pulling you flush against him. “ i have a lot to get out of me.”
“ Im lucky then hm? My favorite not-a-goblin hoarding his charms for me?” raising your brow you toss your head up to the ladder, “age before beauty?”
“Excuse me?”
“Cradle robber.” You tease his barking laugh filling the barn, clambering up after him. “Your mother said you were too old for me didnt she?” You call wishing you had his vision, waiting for his silhouette to breach the top rung. Then you pursue him.
The moment you clambor to the top his hand cradles your cheek, the other tight on your shoulder. Lips pressing a firm kiss against yours, “surprise.”
Diving back in for another kiss you linger brushing lips and tongues. Soft sounds mingling between only stopping to whisper, “ let me in my loft, not-a-goblin.”
“Whats the password?”
“Mmmm.” Cracking open an eye you peer at him. Trying to ferret out what hes looking for, “if you dont let me in my loft, kíli not-a-goblin i cant do anything ive written you.”
Pursing his lips his head tilts. Making a show at thinking that over. “That is a fair point.” His hand slides into your hair tugging teasingly, “and we could make a new password?”
“Definitely. A new password is in order. This is our secret hay loft now.”
“ A secret admirer who leaves me love letters? Secret gifts? Now a secret hay loft?” He drawls, thank Mahal he was a dwarrow no other creature in Arda was strong enough to carry how heavy his accent became. “Youre certainly showing me a good time.”
“Ill show you a better one if you let me up in my loft.” Playfully you poke his stomach knowing nothing would make him budge. He was a boulder. A boulder you wanted to climb and bask in the sun on. A boulder you wanted to learn every crevice of. Observe the moss growing and watch the rain pool and over flow. A beautiful boulder that was in your bloody way!
Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he hums gazing down at you. No he quite likes this power play he has going. “A toll then should be in order.”
“Are you a troll now?” Narrowing your eyes upon him you do your best. But oh its hard when you each had the same sense of humor. “ I thought you hated trolls?”
“We have tolls on our mountain roads,” thats a lie you know it is. “And each one is paid with a kiss.” Your raised brow and skeptical snort makes his head shake. “ Im not kidding! Its real! Ill take you one day and youll see!”
“ But Kíli. Then id have to kiss all those other people- or would you kiss them for me?”
Something snaps and conflcit furrows his brow. “No your kiss is only for me. You have to kiss me at every toll.”
“Fine then every time you lie.” Running thumb a crossed his lip with a smile, “ you have to kiss me.”
“Deal.” He announces sternly.
“Deal! And shall i come to a road and you are not there to pay your toll i will put a rock in my usual place for you.” Always nestled in the crook of a tree branch your gifts of smooth stones hidden away for him.
“Fine. Now kiss me. Pay your toll.” his voice breathey and urgent. Excited. You both are. This is the closest youve been after so long hiding your relationship from the world. Thick lashes fan shut just as your fingers clutch his jacket collar, thick blue fabric tugging him closer still. It was time to collide. Collide as you always should.
“Yes sir,” leaning up you pay and you pay well. His moan echos in his throat. Reverberates into your mouth. Tongue slipping past his lips you expand territory into every corner of him. The push and pull mirrors the fall storm winds creeking the barn. A moan of beams forward and you surge into him. He recedes and fawns. A gasp of the timberd sends you trembling and he overtakes you. Oh he was divine in the way his arms held you steady. In how neither of you opened your eyes when you finally part. Nose to nose sharing the wind of each other. Praying for time to still.
But it moves like it always does. “My legs hurt, let me up so we can talk.”
Talk! What a lie. Thats worth a kiss. What a truth. Thats also worth a kiss.
Pulling up the ladder you hang it upon the wall. You wouldnt want to be bothered or caught by siblings or goblins. Both wretched things that stalked the night.
Your blanket and books spread out over the floor. Lantern hung safely adrift out of reach. High above in the rafters his letters stashed away safe from prying eyes. Your secret spot. A sanctuary while you watched over the lambs while goblin packs and trolls roamed beyond the fence line. Quiver on the floor untouched. You wouldnt need it. Not tonight. The only goblin bothering you was taking a seat beside you.
“Is this where you think of me?” Kíli’s eyes roam the loft observing the shadows darkest parts. Leary still. Hes heard stories. Horrible tales if what happens to Dwarrow in love with humans. Though he may act a certain brash and bold way he was anything but. He too was prone to thoughts best left in the dark beneath the bed on stormy nights.
Drawing your knees to your chest you sigh wistfully, “Kíli, i think of you everywhere. I yearn for you by my side no matter where i am.” Laughing dryly you add, low in a whisper “ but if youre talking about that kind of thinking?”
He casts you a look brows rising and falling deviously, “i may be so, yes.”
Arms turning to stone you take a breath. Nervous laughter flutters your lungs. “Then the answer is yes.”
“In a barn?” He whispers, “in a barn without me? We could have been doing this ages ago.”
Shaking your head vigorously you gently shove his shoulder. “No we couldnt! My brother just left.” Clarifying further to ease his mind, “he was working in the barn most nights.”
“So you were up here? Touching yourself? While your brother was?” Kíli growled low leaning over, “youre not the straight laced proper my Amad thinks you to be.” Nuzzling beneath your ear his hot breath riles you, hes taking in your smell. Your hair. The feel of your skin. Every moment of being wild and free. “I love it.”
“At least im not screaming in my room and keeping my brother awake, Master. Rooster.” You counter, referring to a previous letter where he makes awkward mention of a loud release that awoke Fíli in the next room. At breakfast the next morning he was kindly asked to ‘ reveal the persons name who had him crowing like a rooster all night’.
Melting into his affections, your body pools. The impact he had on you was immense and soon your legs were falling, your hands reaching and capturing one of his in both of yours. Fingers lacing tightly. Lips placing dotting kisses along his knuckles.
A burst of laughter erupts from his lips. Lips which quickly lay claim to your neck. Soft whispering kisses his husky purr caressing your ear, “do you want to meet Master Rooster? He wants to meet you.”
Snort laughing you playfully shove his face away. “Leave my loft Master Dwarf. I cannot believe you just said that.” But you did and its why you were following after him. Your hands pressing on his chest guiding him to lay back against the blanket. Kílis laughter shaking his chest in heaves even as you climb onto him your hands capturing his lacing his fingers beside his head. “Actually, since its my loft and you thoroughly killed the romance with your horrible line. You shall be punished.”
“Oh?” His voice pitches barely containing excitement pulling his lower lip into his mouth, “and whats my punishment going to be?”
Pretending to think you stare at his forehead. The most unassuming unattractive part of him. Anywhere else and you would be needlessly distracted. Your thumbs caress his hands as he continues allowing you to pin him. Its a game. His strength is ten fold yours or higher. But you appreciate it. Just like you appreciate the hard bulge beneath you in his trousers. Oh Kíli. Kíli. Kíli. Kíli.
Were you really going to do this? Your eyes meet his and instantly in a flash of emotions youre struck by the thunder of them. It vibrates through you to your bones. To your soul and you feel the connection. The tether. The world melts away. “Kíli. Should you agree to it your sentence will be a night of suffering through my first attempts at making love. It will be clumsy. Messy. Awkward but very endearing and possibly enjoyable.”
He sucks in a deep breath,wide pupils dilating beyond belief with lust. Your name tumbles from him in a rush of air and the hardness beneath you continues to rise.
“What say you?” Your heart hammers the longer he takes and as the seconds pass it was becoming unbearable. “Kíli?”
“Had to make you squirm.” His grip on your hands tightens in a squeeze, “ I accept my cruel fate. May i suffer endlessly.” He embellishes every word with a roll of his hips sending you falling forward into him with a squeak.
“Your clumsiness? So cute. Like a fawn in spring. A little lamb. But dont worry, i know exactly what Im doing.” Kíli murmurs kissing your hair gently his hands running teasing trails along your sides. Taking in what he will soon be taking off.
“Between our salacious minds and my experience we are going to have so much fun amrâlimê.” He purrs against your lips diving in for another taste to hear you moan for him. To fill his ears with your voice rather than his mind with his imagination.
Its so much better than imagination. So real. So genuine. The two of you struggle with clothes tossing them to and fro without regard for redressing. Instead every removal is a triumph intimately sharing a new part of yourself with the other. Thrilling and urging you forward. Each bite of cold air pushes you closer to his heat filled body. Hot like a furnace. Like a forge. Like a mountain’s heart. When your bare chests collide his hair teases your nipples sending you reeling against his lips.
Its all uphill from there. Kissing laced with grasping groping hands. Soon your hips roll rubbing your folds along his hardened cock. His hands steady on your hips, praise flowing from his lips between his panting gasps. If it wasnt for his hands you wouldnt be managing: not with the balance and not with the pleasure.
Head bowed your hands grip his shoulders losing yourself in his heat. His scent. His moans and the way he slips between common and his mother tongue. You could watch him fall apart everyday and never get enough. Not with how his lips part. How his eyes both shine and swallow the light. Devouring you hypnotically soul and all. He could have all of you if he asked.
His hips strain and flex. Struggling to contain his instincts to take your heated core. Biting his lip he swears. Head rolling. “Mahal! Oh! Mm!” Eyes closing. Fingers biting into your hips just as the rain begins outside. Thick pounding drops match the heart beat filling his ears.
Whimpering at his moans, your trembling begins as another flush of pre slicks you.”oh! Oh Kí!” You whine biting your lip. “You’re so handsome like this. Lookit you.” Gripping him harder you press down to bring him higher, it works by wringing a loud string of Khuzdul from him. “I want to see you like this every night.”
“Please.” Kíli moaned his grip firm, “you’re so beautiful. I cant let you go.”
“Then dont.” Your laugh breathless, “then dont!” Then dont!! The words echo in your mind. Then dont let you go. Dont let you go back to your stuffy home where you tend to a sick sister and a dysfunctional family on the brink poverty. Then dont let you go back to a home full of hate and bitterness. Dont let you stay in locked in a place where you suffocate.
But going with him could be risky. They could say he kidnapped you. They could say all sorts of things and bring trouble to the peace of Ered Luin. Things were complicated.
You would take banishment for him. But you had to give your family one last chance. One last chance to show they could change. Because Kíli? You knew his people wouldnt hurt you the ways your own had.
Kílis moan snaps you back. Back to the present. Back to the gift of him. Your lips capture his in a searing kiss swallowing his cries as pleasure consumes him. His hips bucking, pulling you tight against him as he cums between your folds. Taking each stammering moan you kiss it saving it in the rafters for later. For when you were apart and and sore for him.
Wiping sweat from his brow you watch him return from his high, nuzzling your hand. Kissing your palm. Slow his affection is returned and your peppering kisses linger from his nose to his hair line.
Humming in a daze he shifts you higher in his arms. “Youre so cute.” He drawls accent rich as the mountain soil and the mines deep within. “I think im going to keep you,” he teases winking while you settle in your new position.
“I should very much hope so.” And you very much did, your kisses reach his ears trailing soft touches along the rounded rims. Loving every soft hitch from his chest.
“Are you ready for the next part? Im going to teach you about a special treasure.” He quips teasingly, his hand trailing like liquid mercury along your spine until he reaches the curve of your ass. A thick finger dipping to ghost your core, “mahal, sopping wet for me. So sensitive.” He cooes, his finger’s gentle pets leave you trembling. Soft pitching moans escaping against his ear. He loves it. Each coaxing rub sends his adrenaline sky rocketing with the mess youre becoming. “Awww, so cute. Let me hear more. Dont be shy its just us.”
His steady maddening pace leaves you wracked with pleasure. Your hand anchored in his hair and all too soon he has your leg lifted up higher giving him full access to your shaking body. Transfixed, you watch him until you can no longer resist and his voice sweeps you away. Your eyes closing as lust over takes you.
“Did you know that dwarrow doors are invisible? We know how to open things that no one else can.” He purrs low twisting to kiss you. His finger sliding inside your body gently prodding your entrance. He takes your sounds of pleasure and adds them to his hoard. He isnt as greedy as many of his kin but he will be greedy about these and only these. Pulling away he kisses your sweat coated forehead finger stretching slow. Steadily working to open your door. “Youre lucky i am here.” He hums playfully, “ perfect dwarrow for the job id say.”
“Yes.” You gasp haltingly. “Yes you are perfect.” Hands tightening in his hair you pull him back reaching for another kiss. “And youre mine.”
“Youre mine.” He echoes low his finger pressing into you in one swift blow sending you reeling. Arching you gasp against his kiss pleasure flooding your body. “Idmi d’dum.” He hushes against your ear as you adjust, still quivering, your walls pulsing around him. “Welcome to the hall, darling.”
A throaty moan leaves you and you crumble beneath him. His smart mouth is capable of such smooth talk you cannot withstand it. Your body moves against his finger and back you are colliding with him. Not willing to waste a moment. Not willing to waste a kiss. A press of the foreheads when his finger pistons faster. A second teasing sends you spinning and snapping in a storm. But he isnt done. You arent even done in current but hes still working magic. Thats what it feels like; magic.
Thats how he looks right now; his hair fanned around him. His dark eyes gleaming like crystals in a cavern reflecting back that amber light in deep brown eyes. Lust pooling his face. His cock heavy and weeping beneath you. He was magic.
You come again because of his second finger. That bastard and his magic hands. His harpist fingers. His archers grasp. “Im honored that you hunger for me.” Kíli presses a kiss to your nose. “Im sorry i kept you waiting.” Then the final blow without a care in world he adds, “ it wont happen again. I wont be kept from you again.”
His spongey head presses against your entrance and its all you can do to not buck back into him. “Idmi d’dum.” You echo uncertain of the words.
“We will work on the pronunciation.” He corrects, “idmi d’dum. Youll get it.”Smoothing your hair his kisses line your face. His tip presses again into your core, burying just the tip both of you burying your moans into each others lips. Trembling you cling to him. You can feel how hot he is. How thick and hard. Your body aches for him to fill you. To sate you.
Hes teasing you. Or is he just dragging it out not wanting the night to end? Pressing back you envelope him into your body, crying out at his thickness filling you. Determined if you were to only get one chance you would take him completely. You would be unforgettable. Pushing until you reach his base your body pulses and burns. His moans surround you and his hips flex into you sending you rocketing higher.
“Oh! Oh a moment!Fuck!” He swears eyes squeezing tight. Your body doing the same with every beat of your heart. It doesnt help that your eyes- the eyes that drew him in in the first place refused to leave him.
You needed one too. You needed an eternity of moments where you were soldered together like this. Especially if it meant your boulder of a dwarrow was squirming beneath you as he was. No longer suave and composed. Where was your welcome to the hall now?! Hmm?
“Kí? Are you feeling well?”
“Too well!” He groaned rough, hisnhands scrubbing his face. “I love you on top of me. I do. Dearly. But,” inhaling through his nose he peers out through a crack in his eye. “Can we change positions? I want you underneath me for this.”
“Certainly. Provided you continue. Otherwise i will kill you.”
“No. Just trust me this will be better.” Laughing low he rolls the pair of you. Angling your hips up, positioning your legs here and there. And oh was he right. His next blow sends you spiraling. “Good. See? Hits the spot.” His hips piston slow and steady into you with each contact your body calls for him. Pulls him.
“Youre so hungry for me.” He breathes, “cant get enough can you? You even,” he licks his lips panting. “You sheath me completely.”
“You fill me completely.” You respond.
“You're my treasure.”
“You're my not-a-goblin.” Your legs lock tight around him. “Now, fill me further.”
His eyes snap from his pleasure dumb haze with confusion, “what?”
“Let no one question our love. Fill me with your seed. Stake your claim beside me in my hall.”
He kisses you soundless. Thick warmth floods you when you both collapse the pressure from each other all too much. Still your lips press gentle kisses lazy against cheeks and noses. Inside you he stays. Together you lay cradling as the wind heaves mirroring your chests only now slowing.
“Magic,” you whisper kissing his hair. “You are magic and i love you.”
“I love you too.” He murmurs fingers trailing along your hair basking in the moment. The softness during the storm. During the chaotic chase.
“ No, Kíli. You dont understand. I love you. I know i have not known you long. But it as if a part of me is intwined in you. If i am a book you are my other half.” You whisper your hand cupping his cheek. Searching his eyes for understanding. “i cannot live without knowing what multitudes of stories dwell inside your soul.”
“ i want to see what unfolds from you. The sentences you write. The chapters you build. The person you become. It feels like a madness when you are not there. Am i going mad?”
Tilting his head he presses kiss after kiss to your palm. “No, no this isnt madness. But if it is madness then i have been stricken too.”
Relief floods your chest. Your fingers stroke through his hair tangling in the mass of dark brown waves and curls. “You as well? Then you feel it too?”
“Yes. I suffer it for you. I suffer it happily every moment.”
“ Then let us not suffer a moment longer of it alone.” The warmth flooding you has no comparison. Finally solace. Finally companionship. Finally someone who sees you and you seeing him. Softening beneath his stare you press a kiss to his cheek.
He nods eyes closing beneath your admirations. Cherishing the moment. Freezing it in amber lantern light so he may encase it in his heart forever. This delicate admission of heartfelt love. “ Yes, and if we should perish from this madness? Then we shall perish together.” Kíli murmurs leaning in his lips pressing firm and soft against yours. Ebbing and teasing with teeth and tongue until you open for him.
Then its back. Back to the ground. Back you pull him onto you. Your hands run along his bare sides. Up and down his thick arms. Your legs climb wrapping around his waist. Pulling him down where you wanted him. Where he growls against your lips. Freezing only long enough to pull back his hips, then careen forward into you. His eyes peering down in adoration at your joining bodies.
Locked in the moment your eyes never leave. His pupils wide and aglow taking in the ambient light. Anyone else would think him a monster. A goblin. A creature of dark things dwelling in cold caves. But no. You saw him. You saw your harpist. Your hunter. Your archer. Your laughing reckless not-a-goblin.
His lips part with every thrust of his hips. Soft moans leave him in bursts. Usual neat hair wild over his face and shoulders. Hair youd bury your fingers in but you lay and watch him. Your hands anchor to his thick forearms as every rock of his hips plunges you further into pleasure filled tremors.
Awestruck. Lovely. Divine.His head lulls above you. Neck extending. Lips flushed, parted,and full. Pulling him back to rest his forehead against yours. Your soft kisses pepper his face lost in desire pistoning over and over.
When he lands his blow your body snaps around him. Tightening and pulsing. His name spills from your lips in a frail cry. Your body clenching his cock pushing him over the edge. Flushing you full with his spend his voice growling while he rocks through his release. Plunging again and again. Rocking to a slow stop.
Embracing him your arms squeeze tightly pulling a soft chuckle from Kíli. Nuzzling his cheek, “i wish not to have a moment away from you any longer.”
Slow lazy kisses trail his face then to his neck. Wet sloppy kisses. His low rumbling chuckles fill the loft, “then stay. Stay with me. We will think of something. Together.”
Your smiles merge in another kiss. Your whisper repeats his optimistic word, “together.”
Together never sounded so simple. But it was so incredibly complicated.
What was it about this second time? The first time you had laid together was soft and tender. A reassurance of feelings entangling together. But now? Now it was different.
His lips muffle your moans. Devouring each pleasure spurned cry. This time it was rough and heavy. Both of you stumbling through the barn. Tripping and falling over each others feet. Over each other’s existence. Lips locked. Limbs tangling. Laughter mingling. High on feeling each others breath. Each other’s heart. You shush him. He laughs. He shushes you. You laugh harder into his mouth. Its contagious. Hes contagious. This love cannot be wrong.
No theres nothing wrong with how he makes you feel. How you make him feel. His hips roughly bury over and over into your heat, soaking wet for him. The sound alone sends you both into a frenzy. How wet. How eager. “More! My love! Harder!” You laughed against his lips, “claim me. Claim me as yours.”
He turns his head capturing your lips, tempting him further and further into uncharted territory. Further and further into the loft floor, ever careful to place the lantern far away. Ever aware of the fire the two of you played with. Your family would never approve.
It was a tale as old as time but the players cast on this stage were ever aware of the wood piling at their feet. They didnt care if they burned so long as they burned together.
“You are mine.” He laughs softly against your ear, “and I'm yours. We are each other’s.” Groaning, he rutts harder and faster into your body. Delighting in how you tremble, arching into him. “Good. Roll your hips, darling. Yes.” He purrs low. “Just like that.” Each word emphasized with a snap of his hips.
His hands gripping your hips guiding you to him over and over. Each time your body rushes for him, your nectar slicks together dripping and pooling. “Yes.” His hoarse voice urges. You obey. The intoxicating darkness in his eyes sucking you in your hips working harder and harder. Feverish for him.
“My Handsome. Master Dwarf.” You stammer your body pulsing harsh and heavy as your core rises in heat.
“My pretty little magpie.” He grunts angling your hips for a deeper thrust; the new plunge sends you spinning harder and faster into euphoria. Kíli’s cock throbbing and twitching with desire, “my little gem.” His chest heaves harsher and harder. Each stroke squeezed by your pulsing walls driving him hotter. Eyes sliding closed he surrenders to lust.
Your bodies squeeze tighter. Pressing firm and fast. His fingers bite your skin. You love it. He smothers your whimpers and sobs of pleasure with his mouth. Over and over you drive each other higher until inevitably the peak is reached. Your bodies hit their nadir clenching filling voices burying into one another’s kiss.
Pushing up onto his arm he braces above you. Head tilting back and forth, your raven peers down. Your beautiful handsome raven. Desire dark and heavy on his lips, “ i cannot believe this whole time we have lived apart. When we were meant to fit together. Criminal.”
He cradles you close. Each of you savoring the heart beating against your skin. His scent of pine filling your senses soothing your soul. Memorizing it each time you experienced a breeze of it, his head burrowing into your chest. Adoring the moment of comfort. Lacing through his hair you tend to his heart. Cultivating the moment further. Sowing seeds of hope and solace into your tethered souls. Praying that you would both see the future’s flowers blossoming upon the mountain’s hillside.
“Can you tell them?” Kíli’s voice begins softly, his hands rubbing your arms. Heart in his throat. Already he knows the answer. Hes seen it before. Heard it from others. But he can hope.“Can you tell them we need to be together?”
“Kíli..”Dread poisons your fluffy cloud high. Squeezing your eyes shut where he cannot see you hide a staggered breath in a tight swallow. “I shall not risk your loss in my life. You know the fire we play with.”
Raising he pins you with determination burning in his gaze. Proud determination. This was a dwarrow who did not take suggestions on how to live his life. You had heard rumors that his family was some kind of royalty. Only in this moment as your hands smooth his creased brow, his eyes cold obsidian sharp that you believe the whispers.
“I wont let them seperate us.” You promise softly. Meaning every word. “Kíli, not-a-goblin, we must be careful but that does not mean we will be torn asunder.”
“Please, stay close to me when you can.”
“You will have to pry me off.” You assured, “ I will walk the night time mountains alone for you.”
Shaking his head he tsked, “no. Too many goblins and trolls.”
You nod, “yes but one very special not-a-goblin gives me courage to do many reckless unsmart things.”
“No. You are the cautious one.” His playful reprimand comes with a tap to your nose with each word, “i lead you astray. Those are the rules.”
Giggling you kiss his finger tip, “thats a lie.”
It was equal. Equal caution. Equal reckless. Equally foolish. How else could it be? You just hid yours better. A carefully manicured disguise.
“It isnt. I dont lie.” He retorts eyes flashing playfully.
Kíli wore his adventurous wild side on his sleeve just like his heart. Its what pulled you to him. You with your hidden adventures, your calculated risks, and your clever remarks. You trapped in a strict family who relied heavily on you. Rarely did you step out of line where eyes could see you. But Kíli joined you on those hidden adventures. Secret love notes delivered by ravens. Smuggled in the nooks of trees. Gifts left buried in ferns after you led him on a long spider web trail of clues. You were far from boring. You just looked boring. It was a ploy.
“Thats another lie.”
“I never lie.” He blinks doeishly, out right lying. He knows the cost of a lie.
“Every lie means you pay with a kiss.”
Gasping in faux despair he shakes his head grimly. “How ever will i survive?” Ducking down he kisses your lips. “This.” Kiss. “Will.” A nibble of teeth tugs your lower lip. “Surely change.” He slips his tongue into your mouth, coaxing yours to chase yours until you each twist away for air. “Me.” He finishes against your lips a pleased impish smirk perching on his mouth.
Pressing your finger against his lips you chuckle, “dont ever change, for anyone. Not even me.”
“I never will.” Kíli chuckles against your finger.
“That better not be a lie.” You warn softly slipping your finger away to rub the bridge of his nose soothingly. “I love you just as you are and as you grow i will love who you become.”
“Amrâlimê,” he purrs face flushing he places kiss after kiss on your lips and neck. His worries floating off with each one, careful not to leave a mark that would give away your activities. At least not so publicly. A bubble of giggles interrupts his love. He whispers your name eyes seeking you out in askance.
“Sorry, im happy.” You breathe tears running down your cheeks. “ In all the times to be born, Kíli, in all the places, i was born at the right time and place to be here. Holding you. Hearing your laugh. I am so grateful for you and for the time we are sharing together.”
The fall mountain wind batters the barn beams. Shaking and groaning the wood above you, your lantern flickers the candle dipping perilous in its pool of wax. You needed to return to house, and soon. You both knew it. Knew that time was stacked against you in so many ways.
"It isnt by chance, that we met. That we crossed paths." Kíli’s voice breaks the howling wind and whispering rain. His thumb brushing along your cheek, “we only love once. When Mahal carves us from stone he forms our other half. We spend our lives searching for them and only them.” Slowly the warm light reveals the emotion building in his eyes. Brown pools threatening to spill over, “ you spoke of madness. But it isnt. You are my One, and every time we part i leave a piece with you.”
“Mahal did a good job creating us. We are a mess of a match.” You laugh low brushing his wet cheeks, “ and i wouldnt have it any other way.”
“Amad said you can come. Any time day or night. We will shelter you.” Kíli assures smoothing your hair, his hands losing themselves in your tangles. A color he adores. A scent he loses himself in. His fingers itch to braid it. Long has he spent nights by the hearth wondering just where he would put a courting braid. Torn between two options each perfect for your face but oh the choice was maddening.
“Ill keep a raven here to watch you should anything happen. You wont be out of sight should trouble find you.”
Heart warming at the consideration you cup his cheek. “Thank you. I will keep your Amads offer close at hand. Just let me try with mother one last time. “ Swallowing your fear a brave smile you dont feel crosses your face. “And ill keep in sight of your raven. For luck.”
“Yes,for luck.”
“Should anything happen it may be harder to talk but we will weather it.”
“Mmmm we will. Remember our secret meet up spot?” A spot deep in the woods. You knew it well from your woodland forays. It turned out to be a favorite haunt of the Durin brothers as well. Incredible the three of you had never once crossed paths there. In the middle of the mountain hills climbing with grape vines and boulders. It was a paradise.
“Mhmm. Meet there huh?”
“Yes. Then ill take you to your real home.
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||Summary; Thanks to @mossthebogwitch’s NSFW HC post with Kíli, I can't stop thinking about Oral fixated Kíli. So have some smut of a pussy drunk Kíli. (I can finally put my CoD fic reading to use and use the skills I’ve obtained)
||Warning; Smut with absolutely no plot.
||Pronouns; You/yours, 2nd person, AFAB Body
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||Wordcount; 643
||Notes; I’m so sorry about this. This is my first time writing & publishing smut.
||Translations; Amrâlimê* = My Lovd
Legs spread, back arched and eyes rolled to the back of your head. That’s what you had been like for hours — it felt like it had been hours to you, at least.
Your dwarven prince lay between your legs. Eyes closed and nose and chin covered in a mixture of your juices and his saliva. He was making an absolute mess of himself and your cunt. But he didn't care. The messier it was, the better it was, he found.
It had started with the two of you retiring from a long night of partying with the company. Both bodies buzzing with dwarven brewed mead as you giggled and stumbled your way to your shared bedchamber.
Once the door was closed, things had changed. Things got heated and the clothes of both participants flung in a haphazard rush all around the room.
Kíli had trailed kisses down your body, further and further down until he got to your core. There, he buried his head and never returned.
He felt bad. He really did… or did he? He had meant to eat you out for your pleasure. Not his own. But your taste. Oh, Mahal, your taste… You were sweet, like nectar. And he, a simple working bee.
You were like the mead he drank in the halls with the company, but sweeter. And he couldn't get enough of it.
He bucked his hips pathetically into the furs beneath him. His leaky, painfully hard cock seeping pre into the furs. If he could, he’d stay buried here, right between your legs forever.
“Kí…” You cry. The air in your lungs is non-existent as you pant and moan. Your cry, a mix of a plea and an actual cry as tears glide down your cheeks in steady streams. Your face is screwed in overstimulation as you try to pull away from Kíli’s mouth, but he’s got you locked down where he wants you.
His arms snaked around your thighs, planting his big, dwarven hands on your hips, pinning you down, not allowing you to move.
Your usually alert, caring prince is long gone. In his place, a simple dwarror addicted to your sweet, sweet nectar. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He’s not had his fill.
His eyebrows knit tightly together as you try and squirm out of his grasp. And he lets out a combination of a moan and a growl. His nose bumping against your sensitive, overfired clit. Making everything oh so much more overstimulating.
His tongue is properly working you. Sliding in and out of your soft, gummy walls. Lapping right at the core of your nectar. His scruff scratching you around, making everything so much more worse.
“Kí!” You cry out again. This time with a higher pitch. More pleading, more desperate in tone. And he can tell by the way you tighten around his tongue that you’re close to what would be your second orgasm of the night. “Please…” You sob. Your usually strong voice had completely broken down.
“Let go for me, Amrâlimê.” Kíli’s voice finally reaches your ears in a growl. It sounded like honey to your ears and it went straight to your core. Tightening the coily. And it doesn't help that he’s still pressed up against your puffy, swollen cunt.
As soon as he finished his order, he went back to feasting on you as if he’s never eaten before. If not more eagerly than before.
And before you could do or say anything, your second orgasm came barrelling through you. The coil snapped with such ferocity it left you blissful. You weren't just seeing stars. You were seeing universes.
But Kíli couldn't stop. He was mindlessly drunk on your nectar and it was like an addiction. He needed more. He had to have more. It was that raw need that overwhelmed him.
He continued to hump the bed as he kept his head buried between your thighs. He couldn't he satisfied until you were mindless as well. Dumb off of his tongue until you can’t form words.
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It is a dark night as Kili is sitting by the fire, surrounded by the rest of the dwarves who are asleep. While he is just looking into the flames, trying his best to keep his guard up and not fall asleep. Suddenly, he hears a suspicious motion in the bushes. He grabs his axe tight, slowly approaching.
“Who is it?” he whispers in an angry tone. “Reveal yourself!”
You step out from behind a tree, eyes narrowed at the dwarf in front of you. “Don’t be too loud, you will awaken your friends.”
He holds his axe up in a defensive position, ready to swing if necessary. “And who are you to tell me what to do, elf?”
He looks at you in disbelief and suspicion. His eyes widen as he suddenly remembers his manners. “And what are you even doing here?”
“Calm yourself, I pose no threat to you.” You cautiously move closer to him, hands up to show him your lack of weapons. “Prince Kili, my name is Y/N.”
He hesitantly lowers his axe but remains on guard. Looking you up and down, his grip on the handle remains tight. “What are your intentions here, then?”
He asks, his voice laced with suspicion and distrust. He can’t help but be wary of you, as elves and dwarves typically do not get along.
“My Lord Elrond sent me to keep an eye on you all.” You cross your arms under your chest, stepping closer. “I am only here to keep watch, you’re falling asleep so I figured I should take over for you.”
“Keep watch?” Kili laughs bitterly. “As if I believe that. You probably came here to gather information for your elven king.”
He glances over at his sleeping comrades, making sure they’re still asleep. “I don’t need an elf spying on me while I rest.”
You take a seat next to him, crossing one leg over the other. “Just rest dwarf. I will not spy on you.”
He grumbles as you take a seat beside him. He still doesn’t trust you, but he’s too tired to be constantly on high alert.
He leans back against a tree, keeping his axe close, and closes his eyes. “You better not try anything funny, elf.”
“Rest.” You command him, eyes on the horizon as you watch for any threats. Kili begins to drift to sleep, his head falling onto your shoulder.
"Mmm..." he mumbles, too tired to protest as his head hits your shoulder.
He struggles to keep awake, but his exhaustion wins. He drifts off into a deep sleep, his breathing slow and steady.
He mutters something incoherent as he leans more into your shoulder, shifting closer in his sleep.
Despite your tense body, Kili keeps sleeping peacefully against you, his warm breath against your neck.
He moves again, his head now resting fully on your lap. He makes a comfortable noise as he nuzzles against you in his sleep.
His hair brushes against your leg as he subconsciously wraps an arm around your waist.
You reach down, brushing your fingers through his hair gently. As you’ve followed the company on their journey, Kili has caught your attention, and your affection, perhaps even your heart.
He sighs contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair, his body relaxing under your touch.
His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, pulling himself closer to you. Even in his sleep, he seems to enjoy your comfort.
“You’re quite sleepy aren’t you..” you murmur, head falling back against the tree as you trail your fingers down his back.
The feeling of your fingers tracing down his back sends a shiver down his spine, causing him to stir slightly in his sleep.
He looks up at you, his eyes hazy from grogginess. “Wh-What’s going on?” he mumbles, still half asleep.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep Prince.” You hush him, your hand going from his hair to his lips.
He blinks a few more times, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He realizes he's lying on your lap, and that your hand is now on his lips. His cheeks flush a slight shade of red.
"W-What are you doing?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. A small rabbit jumps out of the bush, capturing both of your attention. He watches the rabbit hop away, his thoughts distracted for a moment.
He looks back up at you, his hand still resting on your hip. He realizes the situation he's in, his head resting in your lap and your hand still on his lips.
His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as he tries to sit up, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being so close to you.
"I-I'm sorry," he stutters, trying to gather his thoughts.
You push his head back down into your lap gently, “Don’t worry, you must be well rested so just go back to sleep.”
He tries to protest, his cheeks flushing even more with embarrassment. "But I-I can't just lie here in your lap like this..." he stutters, trying to push himself up again.
“You won’t be caught cuddling with an elf.” You reply, fingers tangling in his hair once again. “They are all asleep.”
His protests die on his lips as he feels your fingers in his hair once again. The soothing sensation causes him to relax slightly, his body losing some of its tension.
"But still...it's not right..." he mutters, his voice weakening as he leans into your touch.
“Not right?” You question, eyes scanning his features.
He shifts slightly in your lap, avoiding your gaze.
"F-For a prince of dwarves to... to lie in the lap of an elf..." he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. He glances up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“So your status..” you begin, amusement in your tone. “Because you’re a Prince I should not lay my hands upon you?”
He looks up at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. "I-I...well, yes..." he stammers.
He shifts again in your lap, his body betraying his own words as he unconsciously leans into your touch. "...we dwarves have our own rules and traditions you know," he mutters defensively.
“I see,” you grin. “So why are you still holding on to me, Prince?”
He freezes as your words sink in, his eyes widening in realization.
He looks down, seeing that his hand is still resting on your hip. He quickly considers pulling it away, but his grip is firm, and he can't seem to let go.
"I-I..." he stutters, trying and failing to find an excuse. "I...I don't know..."
His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he avoids your gaze, embarrassed by his own actions.
“You are quite adorable,” You brush your thumb over his cheek, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “For a dwarf of course.” He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since waking up.
He can't help but notice how stunning you look, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. "Dwarves are not adorable. We are fearsome warriors. Feared across the land."
You lean forward, your gaze locked on his. “I couldn’t possibly fear you, not when you’re here in my lap like this.” Your eyes fall to his plush lips, tongue flicking out to wet your own lips.
His heart races in his chest as you lean closer to him, your gaze fixed on his lips. He can feel your breath against his face, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
"You...you should fear me," he protests weakly. "I'm a dwarf and a Prince at that..." He can't help but glance at your lips as well, his own tongue darting out to mirror your own actions.
“Would you prefer I stop?” You breathe out, gulping slightly as you brush your thumb over his lips, wanting him closer.
His breath catches in his throat as your thumb caresses his lips. He can feel his resolve weakening, his body betraying his mind as he leans closer to you.
He shakes his head, his voice a soft whisper. "No...don't stop..." You dip your head, lips finally making contact with his.
He gasps softly, his eyes widening in surprise. But he doesn't pull away, instead melting into the kiss.
He reaches up, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He kisses you back hungrily, craving more.
He quickly shifts his position, straddling your hips as he deepens the kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close against him.
He kisses you with a passion and intensity he didn't know he possessed, his tongue exploring your mouth as he desperately craves more of you.
You pull back, gasping for air, your face contorted with pleasure. “Kili..”
He looks down at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to calm his racing heart.
Hearing you say his name sends a thrill down his spine, and he can't help but smile at the sound of it. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek.
"Say my name again.." he whispers, his voice husky with desire.
A possessive growl escapes his lips as you say his name again, his teeth sinking into your neck just below your ear.
He's drunk from the taste of you, intoxicated by the sound of his own name on your lips.
You let out a shocked moan, feeling his teeth against your sensitive skin. “Kili, right there..” You gasp.
He smirks against your skin, satisfied with your reaction. He plants kisses along your neck, his hands roaming your body, unable to get enough.
He whispers your name between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you," he mutters, his words muffled by your skin, "I want you so badly."
“But my prince,” you tease. “Didn’t you say it was improper? A dwarf prince and an elf?” Your fingers trail down his abs.
He grumbles in protest, his body responding to your touch. He shivers as your fingers trail down his abs, his heart racing.
"Shut up, elf," he mutters, his voice betraying his true feelings. "You're just too damn alluring. How could I resist you.."
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours again. He eagerly kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body presses against yours. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him.
He mutters your name between kisses, his body reacting to your touch. "You're driving me insane," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I want more."
He lifts you effortlessly, placing you on his lap as he continues to assault your neck with kisses. His hands roam your body, tracing every curve and contour, desperate to feel as much of you as possible.
"You're so soft.." he mutters, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "So damn soft."
“My prince… I need you.” You brush your fingers against his back. Your hips grind on his, causing soft gasps to leave your mouth.
He groans as you grind against him, his body responding instantly to your movements. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he presses his own hips against yours.
"You drive me wild, you know that?" he mutters, his face buried in your neck as he kisses and bites at your skin. “You’re so damn perfect."
Kili’s grip tightens around you, his breathing erratic and shallow as your bodies move in sync with each other. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours with a fiery intensity.
"I never knew...an elf could make me feel like this," he admits his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. "You're more than I could have ever imagined, Y/N."
You lean in, capturing his words with a kiss that's equally as passionate as the ones before. As your tongues dance together, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the beating of your hearts.
Your hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. You pull away from the kiss, panting for air. "And you, Kili, are more than I could have ever hoped for."
He smiles, his cheeks flushed with emotion. "Is that so?" He leans in, whispering in your ear. "Then perhaps we should find a more... private place to continue this discussion?" His hand slides down your back, resting at the base of your spine.
You nod, unable to find the words to respond. The air is thick with anticipation as you both stand, Kili's arms around your waist, supporting you as you navigate the sleeping forms of his companions.
The stars above twinkle down at you, seemingly aware of the secret unfolding beneath their gaze.
You lead him to a secluded spot, your heart racing in your chest. The night is cool, but the heat between the two of you is enough to keep you warm as you lay down together, the soft grass cushioning your bodies.
He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and trepidation. "I've never felt this way before," he confesses, his voice thick with emotion.
You stroke his cheek, reassuring him. "Neither have I."
With that, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours once again, sealing the bond that fate has woven between you. The whispers of the night envelop you as you explore each other, breaking down the barriers of prejudice and tradition that once stood firm between your kind.
Kili's hands tremble as they glide over your hips, gently lifting you to help in the process. He kisses along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he works to remove any barriers between you.
His eyes never leave yours, he asks for permission with every touch, ensuring you're as eager as he is.
Once your legs are bare, he traces the soft skin of your inner thighs with his calloused fingertips, sending waves of desire through your body. His gaze is intense, filled with a passion that's been kindled in the fire of your shared moments.
With your consent, he shifts his weight, aligning his body with yours, the heat of his arousal evident. He swiftly slides out of his own pants, he kisses you deeply, his hand moving between your legs to touch you intimately. You gasp into the kiss, arching your back at the contact.
He whispers reassurances, his thumb circling your sensitive spot as he prepares to claim you in the most primal of ways. The tension builds as he slowly, carefully, pushes into you, feeling every inch of resistance give way to his insistence.
The moment he's fully inside, he stills, giving you time to adjust to his size. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. The world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and the rhythm of your hearts.
As he starts to move, the only word that passes between your lips is his name, a silent mantra of desire and need. The stars above seem to pulse with every stroke, echoing the passion that burns between you.
The dance of your bodies becomes a symphony of whispers and gasps, each movement a note that crescendos into a crescendo of pleasure.
Kili's eyes widen with surprise and satisfaction as he feels your muscles tighten around him, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure overwhelms you. His own climax is close, driven by the intense connection and the sight of your passion.
He increases his pace, his own need building as he whispers your name in your ear, his movements becoming more urgent.
The world around you shatters into a million sparks of light as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it. Kili's own release follows swiftly, his hips stuttering as he fills you completely, his face contorted in a silent shout of pleasure.
You cling to him, your breathing ragged and your heart hammering in your chest. He collapses against you, his weight a comfort as the aftershocks of your shared ecstasy roll through your bodies.
For a long moment, you both remain still, your hearts beating in sync as you catch your breath. Then, with a gentle smile, Kili brushes the hair from your face, his eyes filled with affection. "I never knew such beauty existed in the world," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that's more than just the afterglow of passion. "Neither did I, my prince," you whisper back, your eyes shining with happiness.
Summary: You're in a secret relationship with the dwarf prince, one full of nothing but love.
Warnings: kind of angsty? Idk forbidden love, soft kili, unprotected sex
Kíli had never truly been in love before - sure, he’s had his little crushes here and there. But never something so serious, with his blood almost burning as he thought of your face, his heart skipping every other beat when you were near.
After several long months of secretly sneaking off with you, always behind his uncle’s back, he approached you with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, darling.”
“My love…” you murmur against his neck, cuddling into his embrace.
Kíli tightens his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair with a deep inhale. Your sweet, flowery scent makes his mind hazy - it is all he can think of besides how much he adores you.
“Do you know how hard it is to wait for you?” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “I dream of you all the time, and all day, all I want to do is see your beautiful face again…”
He pulls back just so he can cup your face in his hands. “You’re all I ever think about…”
His gaze drifts down to your mouth, and his own lips curl into a smirk. “I've been wanting to do this all day…” he murmurs, leaning down and tilting your chin up to press a firm, lingering kiss onto your lips.
Your lips reply eagerly, your hands gripping his sides as you press against him. “I have missed you as well. It has been far too long since I’ve been in your embrace.”
Kíli closes his eyes gently as he savors the taste of your kiss, a low hum of approval rumbling in the back of his throat.
“Mm… you’re so perfect…” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs along your jawline. “And it really has been too long. I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”
He gives another tight squeeze and pulls your body flush against his, as though he can’t get you close enough.
He moves one of his hands behind your head, burying his fingers in your hair and tilting your head back so he can bury his mouth against your neck.
“I need you…” he breathes, pressing hot kisses and soft bites along the length of your neck, leaving the skin red. “More than I need air. How am I supposed to get through days without you here with me…?”
“Lover…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut with the contact. “I do not wish to sneak around any longer..” your hand cradles the back of his head.
Kíli’s face buries into the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin as he tries to calm his aching heart at your words.
“I… I don’t either,” he whispers back, pulling away from your neck to nuzzle his face against your ear. “But my uncle… he won’t understand. You know how Dwarves feel towards Elves…”
“My heart belongs to you until the day I take my last breath.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “I wish to stay with you, in your arms.”
Kíli lets out a small sigh as your hand slides through his hair. He lifts his head again, looking down into your eyes longingly.
“You’re mine… you’re all mine,” he murmurs, tracing the pads of his fingers over your jaw. “And if I could, I would never let you leave my arms again. But…”
His mouth twists into a tight frown. “My uncle would have my head if he found out about you. He’s a stubborn old Dwarf who holds his grudges with a burning fire.”
“My love,” your gaze meets his, tears falling down your face. “I cannot make you choose, but I wish you would.” You breathe out.
Kíli’s heart feels as though it might break right there. He closes the distance between you, his hands immediately reaching up to cradle your face gingerly between them, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your face.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t lose you. But he’s my family… the only family I have left… if I defy him and lose his support…”
He lets out a shaky sigh, letting his hands slide downwards until they’re clutching at your wrists.
“I know..” you murmur softly. You bring your hand to his face, fingers dancing over his tanned skin.
Kíli lets his eyes fall closed as you touch his face, leaning into the touch like a starved dwarf.
“You make it sound so easy… defying my family, my kin, my brother…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours gently.
“I do not wish for you to defy them.” You sigh, desperately trying to find the words. “But loving me is the problem.. for it is against his will.”
Kíli’s face twists at your words. He knows that what you’re saying is true - it was against Thorin’s will. Thorin would never accept an Elf for Kíli to love.
“But I do love you,” he says back fiercely, leaning back to look into your eyes desperately. “I love you so much… I can’t just stop loving you… I *never* could…”
You press a gentle kiss to his closed eyes, your touch soft and almost ghostly.
Kíli’s breath catches in his throat as your lips press to his eyes, gently squeezing your wrists gently. He feels as though you’re a dream - too beautiful to be real. How could he ever let you go?
“Please,” he whispers, opening his eyes again to look at you desperately. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you…”
“Love..” you breathe out, at a loss for words. In all of your endless wisdom, you still cannot find the solution to your predicament.
“Do not cry, my dear.” You wipe the warm tears from his cheeks, your own threatening to fall.
Kíli’s breath shakes as you touch his face again, and he swallows thickly, trying in vain to halt the flow of tears.
“How am I supposed to *not* cry when you’re about to leave me…?” he mutters shakily, his hands gripping your wrists desperately, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you bite back your despair. “Kili..” you sigh his name, voice barely above a whisper.
Kíli lets out a small whimper as you pull him into your embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck quickly as if to hide the tears that continue to run down his face.
He grips at your back, holding onto you like a drowning man gripping for a lifeline. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so broken - so weak - before.
“You can’t leave…” he mutters again, his fingers digging into your back as he speaks. “Please… don’t leave me…”
“Kili..” Every time you repeat his name, Kíli’s heart aches fiercely. His fingers dig into your back more desperately, pulling you as close to him as he can.
“Please…” he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Please don’t leave… don’t go… I’ll die without you…”
You pull back from his embrace ever so slightly, guiding his hand to your chest. “My heart beats for you, only you.” Your other hand traces soft patterns into his back comforting him.
Kíli closes his eyes as your hand leads his to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thumping of your heart against his palm. It’s an almost soothing sensation, reminding him that he’s *not* dreaming - you’re really here with him, in his arms where you should be.
He lets out a shaky breath as your fingers work their way across his back, and he finally raises his head again to look into your eyes.
“Don’t…” he whispers back, his voice thick with the sound of tears. “Don’t go…
“I will stay by your side, as long as you wish me to.” Your resolve drifts away, your desire for him outweighs the desperation for more than a secret relationship.
Kíli lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart starts to thump against his rib cage. You’ve just said exactly the words he craved to hear, his shoulders sagging with pure relief.
“I will always want you by my side…”
His hands move to your hips, his thumbs massaging gently into the bare skin just below your shirt. He swallows thickly, his eyes darkening as he suddenly drops onto his knees in front of you.
His hands slide up your side, his lips immediately finding your stomach and leaving a line of soft kisses there.
“Meleth nîn..” you gasp, his kisses leaving you breathless and craving more.
Kíli’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers gently tracing up your abdomen as his lips continue to press against your skin. He lets out a small moan as your soft gasp reaches his ears, the sound adding to his growing desire.
“Say it again…” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your bare skin just below your ribs. “My darling… say that again…”
“Meleth nîn, your touch undoes me.” You moan, head falling back in pleasure.
A shiver of pure lust runs through Kíli’s body as you moan for him again, and his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. His hands slide higher up your body, his fingers dancing across your stomach, up towards your chest.
“I want to undo you… I want to drive you wild, love…” he mutters, leaning in to press his lips to the bare skin between your breasts. “I want to *break* you…”
You let out soft noises, your body trembles with his touch. “Such lewd words my prince.”
Kíli lets your words encourage him further, his tongue darting out to lave against the bare skin of your stomach before his mouth wanders higher. He bites down on your skin gently, his teeth just barely breaking the surface.
“Filthy prince, aren’t I?” he mutters, giving another bite against the skin of your belly. “And you love me for it.”
You lower yourself down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Kíli immediately leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to dance with yours. He groans with pleasure at the sudden shift in position, lowering himself against you on the grass until his hips press against yours.
He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes raking over your body as he moves to press kisses against the side of your neck. “I want to make you mine… I want to take you here… now…” he whispers against your ear.
“My love..” you moan, feeling his hand slide between your thighs.
Kíli groans as he hears the sound of your moan, and can already feel himself starting to harden at the sound. He moves so that he can press his hips even more into yours, rubbing against you needily.
His hand slides further between your thighs, his fingers tracing along the skin that’s not being covered by your clothing.
Kíli’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. He whispers, “I need to feel all of you, my love. Tell me you want this, tell me you’re mine.” His voice is filled with urgency, his desire for you burning like wildfire within.
"Yours," you pant into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. "Forever yours, Kili." His hand slides into your pants, his fingers seeking your warmth eagerly.
The words are like a key unlocking his restraint, and he responds by kissing you with a passion that feels as though it could set the entire world ablaze. His hand slides further into your folds, his fingers now coated in your slickness as he explores your most sensitive areas with a gentle, yet insistent touch.
His movements are tender but firm, as though he's afraid you might vanish from his grasp at any moment. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure increasing as your breaths turn into soft whimpers of pleasure.
"Mm," he groans against your mouth, his arousal growing as he feels you react to his touch. "You're so wet for me, so beautiful... I can't wait to taste you."
With a final, lingering kiss, he pulls away from your lips and moves his mouth down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he goes.
His hand continues to work between your legs, his fingers teasing and exploring as he goes lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the pleasure build on your face.
His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him.
His gaze devours your body, his eyes dark with need as he kisses his way down your chest, pausing to suck on your nipples before his mouth reaches the waistband of your pants.
With a growl of desire, he unbuckles the belt and unbuttons the fly, pulling the fabric down to expose your quivering stomach. He kisses and licks his way down, his hand still playing with your wetness as his tongue darts out to taste you.
You moan deeply as he finally brings his mouth to your sex, his tongue sliding over your clit in a way that makes your legs shake. His kisses are now replaced with the feeling of his mouth and tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.
Kíli groans into your heat, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of your folds as your thighs tighten around his head. His tongue laps at your clit with fervent strokes, the sound of your moans echoing in the quiet glade like a siren’s call to his soul.
The pressure of your legs only fuels his hunger, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he worships your body with his mouth. The scent of your desire fills the air, making his arousal ache painfully in his breeches.
His movements become more feverish, his tongue flicking and suckling, as he tastes the sweet nectar of your passion. Your body tenses, and he knows you’re close. He doubles his efforts, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud as he pushes you towards the precipice.
"Kili, I..." Your voice trails off into a keening cry as the orgasm sweeps through you, your back arching and your nails digging into the dirt. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure as your legs quiver around his head.
Finally, when you collapse against the cool grass, boneless and panting, Kíli pulls back, his mouth glistening with your essence. He smirks up at you, eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. "Mine," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "Always mine."
Kíli slides himself between your trembling thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires the flushed beauty of your post-orgasmic state. He fumbles with the ties of his own breeches, finally freeing his erection which juts out proudly, aching for the warm embrace of your body.
The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with your entrance, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he gives it a slow, firm stroke. He leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he starts to press forward, the blunt tip of his cock parting your folds.
You moan into the kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with his thick, hard length. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your union as if it could be the last.
Kíli's eyes never leave yours as he pushes deeper, his cock stretching and filling you completely. His movements are slow and tender as if he's afraid of breaking the spell that's wound tight around the both of you.
Each inch feels like an eternity, his passion building like a crescendo in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to move with a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.
His hips rock into yours, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within you. Each thrust is a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter the cost, you belong to him, and he to you.
The world outside the glade fades away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. With every stroke, Kíli claims you more thoroughly, his love and desire a physical force that resonates through every fiber of your being.
Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of your union the only music playing in the symphony of passion.
With the intensity of his love and desire driving him, Kíli's movements become slightly more erratic, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Despite his best efforts to prolong the moment, the passion overwhelms him, his body shaking with the effort to maintain his control.
He whispers your name like a prayer, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a passionate fervor that speaks louder than any words could. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you as palpable as the heat of your bodies pressed together.
The slick sound of your union fills the quiet glade, punctuated by your breathless moans and his grunts of pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, his body demanding release.
The sensation of his hardness pounding into you sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your climax threatening to build again. Kíli knows he's close, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your skin, his eyes dark with a primal need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.
He whispers sweet promises and dirty confessions against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fights to hold back his release, not wanting this stolen moment of pure ecstasy to end.
But the need is too strong, and with a final, desperate moan, he buries himself deep within you, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning through the sky, his warmth filling you as he surrenders to the overwhelming love that consumes him.
"Forgive me, my love," Kíli murmurs against your neck, his voice heavy with passion and regret as he realizes his own climax has come first. "I wanted to make you feel good first, to give you pleasure before I took mine."
His hips slow their rhythm, his cock still pulsing deep inside you as his orgasm subsides. He kisses the tender skin of your throat, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his eyes searching yours for any trace of disappointment.
"No, no, Kili," you whisper breathlessly, shaking your head. "You never need to apologize for loving me like this." Your voice is a soft caress against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You feel his cock thicken within you, his passion not yet sated.
"Take what you need," you encourage him, your hips rocking gently against his to show you're ready for more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and Kíli's eyes flare with renewed desire.
He groans, his hips moving with more urgency, his love for you a potent elixir that fuels his need. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips as he starts to thrust again, his hands tightening on your hips.
Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a silent conversation of love and need. Your desire builds once more, coiling tight in your core. "Again, my love," you breathe into his ear. "Take me again." The words are a catalyst, igniting a fresh wave of passion in Kíli.
Kíli feels your muscles tightening around him, your body's sweet embrace urging him closer to the edge as well. He can't help but groan into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he picks up the pace.
His strokes become more deliberate, aimed to hit that spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. His own climax builds the pleasure from your tightness around him almost too much to bear.
His hand slides back up to find your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he continues to thrust, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you in place. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice low and demanding, "I need to feel you cum around me, my love."
The intensity of his words sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you can't help but let out a sharp cry as your body obeys his command. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls contracting around his cock as you ride the peak of ecstasy.
Kíli's eyes widen in amazement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, feeling the tremors of your release through your entire body. His orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing as he releases himself deep within you, his love and passion a physical force that resonates through the both of you.
His movements slow, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he leans in to kiss you gently, his love for you shining in his eyes like the stars above. "Always and forever, you're mine," he whispers against your swollen lips.
I know I keep saying this, but I'm not big on modern AUs. That being said I just couldn't shake this. Hope y'all enjoy!
Thorin
Was relatively unknown (at least compared to his nephews) until the booktok girlies found him. Then he shot up to the top 1% of creators practically over night
Most of his stuff is solo and you almost never see his face. Which is an utter shame because the handful of videos where you can see his face are some of his best performing videos
The biggest draw though? His voice. It's why he gained the popularity he did. Everyone loves hearing that deep drawl tell them how to make themselves cum
Which means he's big in the guided masturbation genre because, again, that voice can make anyone do anything
He especially likes talking you through it
"That's it, darling, look at you, so good for me."
"You look so lovely when you cum."
"Take it so well, don't you, darling?"
In the few videos where he has a scene partner he'll spend what feels like hours eating her out for no other reason than he simply wants it. He loves having a woman sit on his face. He loves feeling her grind on him, the roll of her hips making his nose bump against her clit. He loves the taste, the feel, the sounds she makes when she cums in his mouth
And he fucks the same way he eats pussy. Like it's his favorite thing in the world. His thrusts are deep, controlled, and perfectly timed to bring nothing but pleasure for both of them. His positions might be basic, but no one is complaining
Fili
Was extremely hesitant to actually follow through on creating his account after losing a bet to Kili, but did it anyway. And thank the gods he did because this man is a natural born people pleaser
He's very good at taking direction, both from his online followers and his onscreen partners. If something is suggested or requested, he doesn't hesitate to give them what they want
Much like Thorin, Fili is a talker. He knows his voice may not be as deep or entrancing as his uncle's, but he also knows exactly what to say to make someone cum
Wants feedback and will use that dirty mouth of his to get it
"Tell me how bad you need it, how good it feels."
"Ah, fuck, you were made for me, weren't you?"
"Could anyone else fuck you this good, love?"
Very intense in a romantic sort of way. It's almost like he's incapable of separating love and sex. Because of this he only works with a small handful of people and when one of them is unavailable he just goes solo or waits
Kili
Very, very playful. He doesn't take the content he makes seriously and it's obvious in each video
Doesn't speak much until he's close to cumming and then the begging starts. It doesn't matter if he's jerking off or fucking someone hard and deep, he'll beg to cum inside
"Please... I'll be so good for you..."
Known mostly for the crazy intense eye contact in all his videos. And I do mean all
Kili is either going to make eye contact with the camera or with the person he's fucking senseless. He knows just how to blink and flutter his lashes to make your stomach go crazy with butterflies. He also knows which camera angles work best and utilizes them fully
Where Thorin is authoritative and Fili is intense, Kili is a manipulative little shit. He knows he's attractive and uses it as a weapon in his videos
Which is fine because everyone eats that shit up
Definitely plays up the himbo angle
He won't fully admit it, but he does get off a bit on the idea of being used. Sometimes it'll leak into his videos, but for the most part he tries to keep that one kink under wraps
Summary: You're in a secret relationship with the dwarf prince, one full of nothing but love.
Warnings: kind of angsty? Idk forbidden love, soft kili, unprotected sex
Kíli had never truly been in love before - sure, he’s had his little crushes here and there. But never something so serious, with his blood almost burning as he thought of your face, his heart skipping every other beat when you were near.
After several long months of secretly sneaking off with you, always behind his uncle’s back, he approached you with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, darling.”
“My love…” you murmur against his neck, cuddling into his embrace.
Kíli tightens his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair with a deep inhale. Your sweet, flowery scent makes his mind hazy - it is all he can think of besides how much he adores you.
“Do you know how hard it is to wait for you?” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “I dream of you all the time, and all day, all I want to do is see your beautiful face again…”
He pulls back just so he can cup your face in his hands. “You’re all I ever think about…”
His gaze drifts down to your mouth, and his own lips curl into a smirk. “I've been wanting to do this all day…” he murmurs, leaning down and tilting your chin up to press a firm, lingering kiss onto your lips.
Your lips reply eagerly, your hands gripping his sides as you press against him. “I have missed you as well. It has been far too long since I’ve been in your embrace.”
Kíli closes his eyes gently as he savors the taste of your kiss, a low hum of approval rumbling in the back of his throat.
“Mm… you’re so perfect…” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs along your jawline. “And it really has been too long. I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”
He gives another tight squeeze and pulls your body flush against his, as though he can’t get you close enough.
He moves one of his hands behind your head, burying his fingers in your hair and tilting your head back so he can bury his mouth against your neck.
“I need you…” he breathes, pressing hot kisses and soft bites along the length of your neck, leaving the skin red. “More than I need air. How am I supposed to get through days without you here with me…?”
“Lover…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut with the contact. “I do not wish to sneak around any longer..” your hand cradles the back of his head.
Kíli’s face buries into the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin as he tries to calm his aching heart at your words.
“I… I don’t either,” he whispers back, pulling away from your neck to nuzzle his face against your ear. “But my uncle… he won’t understand. You know how Dwarves feel towards Elves…”
“My heart belongs to you until the day I take my last breath.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “I wish to stay with you, in your arms.”
Kíli lets out a small sigh as your hand slides through his hair. He lifts his head again, looking down into your eyes longingly.
“You’re mine… you’re all mine,” he murmurs, tracing the pads of his fingers over your jaw. “And if I could, I would never let you leave my arms again. But…”
His mouth twists into a tight frown. “My uncle would have my head if he found out about you. He’s a stubborn old Dwarf who holds his grudges with a burning fire.”
“My love,” your gaze meets his, tears falling down your face. “I cannot make you choose, but I wish you would.” You breathe out.
Kíli’s heart feels as though it might break right there. He closes the distance between you, his hands immediately reaching up to cradle your face gingerly between them, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your face.
“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t lose you. But he’s my family… the only family I have left… if I defy him and lose his support…”
He lets out a shaky sigh, letting his hands slide downwards until they’re clutching at your wrists.
“I know..” you murmur softly. You bring your hand to his face, fingers dancing over his tanned skin.
Kíli lets his eyes fall closed as you touch his face, leaning into the touch like a starved dwarf.
“You make it sound so easy… defying my family, my kin, my brother…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours gently.
“I do not wish for you to defy them.” You sigh, desperately trying to find the words. “But loving me is the problem.. for it is against his will.”
Kíli’s face twists at your words. He knows that what you’re saying is true - it was against Thorin’s will. Thorin would never accept an Elf for Kíli to love.
“But I do love you,” he says back fiercely, leaning back to look into your eyes desperately. “I love you so much… I can’t just stop loving you… I *never* could…”
You press a gentle kiss to his closed eyes, your touch soft and almost ghostly.
Kíli’s breath catches in his throat as your lips press to his eyes, gently squeezing your wrists gently. He feels as though you’re a dream - too beautiful to be real. How could he ever let you go?
“Please,” he whispers, opening his eyes again to look at you desperately. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you…”
“Love..” you breathe out, at a loss for words. In all of your endless wisdom, you still cannot find the solution to your predicament.
“Do not cry, my dear.” You wipe the warm tears from his cheeks, your own threatening to fall.
Kíli’s breath shakes as you touch his face again, and he swallows thickly, trying in vain to halt the flow of tears.
“How am I supposed to *not* cry when you’re about to leave me…?” he mutters shakily, his hands gripping your wrists desperately, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you bite back your despair. “Kili..” you sigh his name, voice barely above a whisper.
Kíli lets out a small whimper as you pull him into your embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck quickly as if to hide the tears that continue to run down his face.
He grips at your back, holding onto you like a drowning man gripping for a lifeline. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so broken - so weak - before.
“You can’t leave…” he mutters again, his fingers digging into your back as he speaks. “Please… don’t leave me…”
“Kili..” Every time you repeat his name, Kíli’s heart aches fiercely. His fingers dig into your back more desperately, pulling you as close to him as he can.
“Please…” he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Please don’t leave… don’t go… I’ll die without you…”
You pull back from his embrace ever so slightly, guiding his hand to your chest. “My heart beats for you, only you.” Your other hand traces soft patterns into his back comforting him.
Kíli closes his eyes as your hand leads his to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thumping of your heart against his palm. It’s an almost soothing sensation, reminding him that he’s *not* dreaming - you’re really here with him, in his arms where you should be.
He lets out a shaky breath as your fingers work their way across his back, and he finally raises his head again to look into your eyes.
“Don’t…” he whispers back, his voice thick with the sound of tears. “Don’t go…
“I will stay by your side, as long as you wish me to.” Your resolve drifts away, your desire for him outweighs the desperation for more than a secret relationship.
Kíli lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart starts to thump against his rib cage. You’ve just said exactly the words he craved to hear, his shoulders sagging with pure relief.
“I will always want you by my side…”
His hands move to your hips, his thumbs massaging gently into the bare skin just below your shirt. He swallows thickly, his eyes darkening as he suddenly drops onto his knees in front of you.
His hands slide up your side, his lips immediately finding your stomach and leaving a line of soft kisses there.
“Meleth nîn..” you gasp, his kisses leaving you breathless and craving more.
Kíli’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers gently tracing up your abdomen as his lips continue to press against your skin. He lets out a small moan as your soft gasp reaches his ears, the sound adding to his growing desire.
“Say it again…” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your bare skin just below your ribs. “My darling… say that again…”
“Meleth nîn, your touch undoes me.” You moan, head falling back in pleasure.
A shiver of pure lust runs through Kíli’s body as you moan for him again, and his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. His hands slide higher up your body, his fingers dancing across your stomach, up towards your chest.
“I want to undo you… I want to drive you wild, love…” he mutters, leaning in to press his lips to the bare skin between your breasts. “I want to *break* you…”
You let out soft noises, your body trembles with his touch. “Such lewd words my prince.”
Kíli lets your words encourage him further, his tongue darting out to lave against the bare skin of your stomach before his mouth wanders higher. He bites down on your skin gently, his teeth just barely breaking the surface.
“Filthy prince, aren’t I?” he mutters, giving another bite against the skin of your belly. “And you love me for it.”
You lower yourself down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Kíli immediately leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to dance with yours. He groans with pleasure at the sudden shift in position, lowering himself against you on the grass until his hips press against yours.
He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes raking over your body as he moves to press kisses against the side of your neck. “I want to make you mine… I want to take you here… now…” he whispers against your ear.
“My love..” you moan, feeling his hand slide between your thighs.
Kíli groans as he hears the sound of your moan, and can already feel himself starting to harden at the sound. He moves so that he can press his hips even more into yours, rubbing against you needily.
His hand slides further between your thighs, his fingers tracing along the skin that’s not being covered by your clothing.
Kíli’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. He whispers, “I need to feel all of you, my love. Tell me you want this, tell me you’re mine.” His voice is filled with urgency, his desire for you burning like wildfire within.
"Yours," you pant into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. "Forever yours, Kili." His hand slides into your pants, his fingers seeking your warmth eagerly.
The words are like a key unlocking his restraint, and he responds by kissing you with a passion that feels as though it could set the entire world ablaze. His hand slides further into your folds, his fingers now coated in your slickness as he explores your most sensitive areas with a gentle, yet insistent touch.
His movements are tender but firm, as though he's afraid you might vanish from his grasp at any moment. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure increasing as your breaths turn into soft whimpers of pleasure.
"Mm," he groans against your mouth, his arousal growing as he feels you react to his touch. "You're so wet for me, so beautiful... I can't wait to taste you."
With a final, lingering kiss, he pulls away from your lips and moves his mouth down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he goes.
His hand continues to work between your legs, his fingers teasing and exploring as he goes lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the pleasure build on your face.
His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him.
His gaze devours your body, his eyes dark with need as he kisses his way down your chest, pausing to suck on your nipples before his mouth reaches the waistband of your pants.
With a growl of desire, he unbuckles the belt and unbuttons the fly, pulling the fabric down to expose your quivering stomach. He kisses and licks his way down, his hand still playing with your wetness as his tongue darts out to taste you.
You moan deeply as he finally brings his mouth to your sex, his tongue sliding over your clit in a way that makes your legs shake. His kisses are now replaced with the feeling of his mouth and tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.
Kíli groans into your heat, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of your folds as your thighs tighten around his head. His tongue laps at your clit with fervent strokes, the sound of your moans echoing in the quiet glade like a siren’s call to his soul.
The pressure of your legs only fuels his hunger, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he worships your body with his mouth. The scent of your desire fills the air, making his arousal ache painfully in his breeches.
His movements become more feverish, his tongue flicking and suckling, as he tastes the sweet nectar of your passion. Your body tenses, and he knows you’re close. He doubles his efforts, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud as he pushes you towards the precipice.
"Kili, I..." Your voice trails off into a keening cry as the orgasm sweeps through you, your back arching and your nails digging into the dirt. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure as your legs quiver around his head.
Finally, when you collapse against the cool grass, boneless and panting, Kíli pulls back, his mouth glistening with your essence. He smirks up at you, eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. "Mine," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "Always mine."
Kíli slides himself between your trembling thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires the flushed beauty of your post-orgasmic state. He fumbles with the ties of his own breeches, finally freeing his erection which juts out proudly, aching for the warm embrace of your body.
The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with your entrance, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he gives it a slow, firm stroke. He leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he starts to press forward, the blunt tip of his cock parting your folds.
You moan into the kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with his thick, hard length. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your union as if it could be the last.
Kíli's eyes never leave yours as he pushes deeper, his cock stretching and filling you completely. His movements are slow and tender as if he's afraid of breaking the spell that's wound tight around the both of you.
Each inch feels like an eternity, his passion building like a crescendo in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to move with a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.
His hips rock into yours, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within you. Each thrust is a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter the cost, you belong to him, and he to you.
The world outside the glade fades away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. With every stroke, Kíli claims you more thoroughly, his love and desire a physical force that resonates through every fiber of your being.
Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of your union the only music playing in the symphony of passion.
With the intensity of his love and desire driving him, Kíli's movements become slightly more erratic, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Despite his best efforts to prolong the moment, the passion overwhelms him, his body shaking with the effort to maintain his control.
He whispers your name like a prayer, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a passionate fervor that speaks louder than any words could. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you as palpable as the heat of your bodies pressed together.
The slick sound of your union fills the quiet glade, punctuated by your breathless moans and his grunts of pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, his body demanding release.
The sensation of his hardness pounding into you sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your climax threatening to build again. Kíli knows he's close, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your skin, his eyes dark with a primal need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.
He whispers sweet promises and dirty confessions against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fights to hold back his release, not wanting this stolen moment of pure ecstasy to end.
But the need is too strong, and with a final, desperate moan, he buries himself deep within you, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning through the sky, his warmth filling you as he surrenders to the overwhelming love that consumes him.
"Forgive me, my love," Kíli murmurs against your neck, his voice heavy with passion and regret as he realizes his own climax has come first. "I wanted to make you feel good first, to give you pleasure before I took mine."
His hips slow their rhythm, his cock still pulsing deep inside you as his orgasm subsides. He kisses the tender skin of your throat, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his eyes searching yours for any trace of disappointment.
"No, no, Kili," you whisper breathlessly, shaking your head. "You never need to apologize for loving me like this." Your voice is a soft caress against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You feel his cock thicken within you, his passion not yet sated.
"Take what you need," you encourage him, your hips rocking gently against his to show you're ready for more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and Kíli's eyes flare with renewed desire.
He groans, his hips moving with more urgency, his love for you a potent elixir that fuels his need. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips as he starts to thrust again, his hands tightening on your hips.
Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a silent conversation of love and need. Your desire builds once more, coiling tight in your core. "Again, my love," you breathe into his ear. "Take me again." The words are a catalyst, igniting a fresh wave of passion in Kíli.
Kíli feels your muscles tightening around him, your body's sweet embrace urging him closer to the edge as well. He can't help but groan into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he picks up the pace.
His strokes become more deliberate, aimed to hit that spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. His own climax builds the pleasure from your tightness around him almost too much to bear.
His hand slides back up to find your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he continues to thrust, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you in place. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice low and demanding, "I need to feel you cum around me, my love."
The intensity of his words sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you can't help but let out a sharp cry as your body obeys his command. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls contracting around his cock as you ride the peak of ecstasy.
Kíli's eyes widen in amazement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, feeling the tremors of your release through your entire body. His orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing as he releases himself deep within you, his love and passion a physical force that resonates through the both of you.
His movements slow, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he leans in to kiss you gently, his love for you shining in his eyes like the stars above. "Always and forever, you're mine," he whispers against your swollen lips.
i was wondering if you could write kili x gn!reader where the reader wants to braid kili’s hair and they have no idea what that means to dwarves and kili lets them braid his hair. later the other dwarves notice and tease kili about it cause he’s clearly in love with the reader.
thank you sm<33
Braiding Lessons ~ Kili x Reader
A/N: Omg Kili request!!! I love him and I am such a sucker for this plot!! so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do omg!! Also funfact but I almost deleted everything that I wrote during my roadtrip cause I was so unsatisfied with it ;-; Which is probably why it took me so long to actually publish it yikes
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.0k ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋAmrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ
Summary: You always knew dwarves had various beautiful braids, but how come Kili doesn't? So one night you decide to change that and help him out.
You tilted your head to the side, as you let your eyes skim over the various dwarves, whom you were accompanying on their journey. Being the only human, surrounded by one hobbit and several dwarves definitely let you notice a few differences about their culture to your own. For example, they could eat almost double their size almost as if they have two stomachs. They also tend to not care much about their appearance. Except of course their beards and hair in general. They take care of it almost as if their life depended on it. One detail that definitely stood out to you were the different braids that decorated each of them. You remember once staring at Fili, while he undid his small beard braids just to redo them.
“How come dwarves always have braids in their hair?” You once asked him. He smiled at you and continued weaving his fingers through his hair. “Braids are very important to us dwarves. Which is why we rarely let others touch our hair.”
Ever since that day you have noticed the intriguing designs and ways each of the dwarves intertwined their strands. Except for one. Kili was the only dwarf who seemed to be lacking any kind of braid and you have been wondering why that is. You also once asked Fili about it but he wouldn’t answer you. Maybe he doesn’t know how to braid? And he is too embarrassed to ask others for help? Observing Kili, who was laughing along his brother to some jokes, you quickly let that thought settle in your mind. He doesn’t know how to braid and you were determined to change that.
So later that afternoon you bribed Fili to change his night shift with yours (which cost you a few of your travel snacks), in order to spend some time with Kili. You wanted to teach him how to braid and due to the fact that it is quite a sensitive topic to dwarves you wanted to make sure that nobody else would notice the two of you. So as soon as the sun set and the snores of your companions filled your ears, you made your way to Kili. He was perched upon a log which was behind the campfire that slowly burned down. His hands were carefully crafting something delicate, which you didn’t quite see in the dark. “What are you working on?” You asked him, taking a seat beside him. His gaze swerved from the item between his fingers to you. A smile graced his lips.
“It’s a surprise.” He quickly put the item into a small pouch that was secured to his pants. “I thought Fili was supposed to be my night-watch-partner?” “He was but I wanted to switch with him.” A smirk formed on his lips, before he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Well, in that case I will make sure that this will be the best night of your life.” Blushing at the double meaning behind his words, you tried to separate your body from his. Of course, not because you didn’t enjoy him being so close to you, but because you were in desperate need of some cold air to cool you down and sort through your thoughts.
“I just wanted to ask you if I could braid your hair.” A dumbfounded expression accompanied by a gentle blush fell over his face. “I know you probably were just embarrassed to ask any of the others for help when it comes to braiding your hair and knowing that you don’t know how to I just-“ His laugh interrupted your rambling. “You think I can’t braid my hair?” You nod. “(Y/N), that is one thing we dwarves get born with. No dwarf in this world knows how not to braid hair.” “But why do you never braid yours? Fili told me they were incredibly sacred and important in your culture.” A blush dusted his cheeks as he stared into the campfire.
“Simple. Nobody has asked to braid my hair before.” Your hand moved to his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “But I just asked to braid your hair. So please, let me take care of you.” He smiled at you and moved one leg over the log so his whole body was facing yours. You let your fingers comb through his soft hair a few times, before taking a strand and dividing it into three sections. Weaving your fingers through the wafts, you made sure to be gentle while also ensuring that there won’t be any bumps or strands sticking out of your small braid. After you have reached the end of his hair, you took out one of your slim leather straps and tied it at the end. Your gaze wandered from the braid to Kilis eyes and you realized how close the two of you have been this whole time. “Thank you Amrâlimé. You have no idea how much this means to me.” You let your gaze wander to your hands in your lap while a shy smile graced your face. “Of course. I am glad you like it.” Kili put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. A bright smile framed his face. “Now it is your turn.”
The next morning the company as well as you quickly packed up their belongings to get back on their journey. While talking with Balin about some of the dwarvens history, you suddenly heard a gasp from behind you. “You never told me about this Kili!” Fili held up a braid between them both. “When did this happen?” “Last night while you-“ “What is going on back there?” Thorin asked, slowly approaching the princes. “Kili finally got his braid! Probably by someone he seems enamoured with.” Fili teases, while letting go of his brother’s hair. A blush dusted Kilis cheeks, as well as your own as the words settled in.
“Was about time they tied the knot.” Dwalin let out a boisterous laugh at Balins words. Tilting your head to the side, you moved your attention to Kili. “What does he mean by that?” “(Y/N) doesn’t even know? You didn’t even explain it?” Fili asked, flabbergasted at the newfound information. “I hadn’t had the time yet.” Kili turned towards you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “But I will explain it to you when the time is right.” His radiant smile was enough reassurance for you. You will wait, until he is ready to explain the meaning behind the dwarvish braiding custom.
updated June 14 2026. Going through some of the lists sporadically and placing dialogue prompts in their respective sections. My focus this time around is enemies/lovers prompts.
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