#legolas greenleaf x reader smut

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Tip of His Tongue (Legolas x Reader)

Summary - Another inexperienced prince learning how to pleasure a woman.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, mention of female genitalia (reader), oral sex (reader receiving), weird descriptions (like always), lowkey brat!Legolas, slight edging (possibly), teasing, face riding, inexperienced!Legolas, dom!Reader, sub!Legolas, dom/sub dynamics, a hint of praise kink if you squint (Legolas), implied squirting (Legolas drowns in it, RIP).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Word Count - 3,000+ (almost 3.1k but a little under)

A/N - Another suggested smut! "legolas learns to eat pussy. that's it." — (anonymous) Thank you for the suggestion, I hope you enjoy! I apologize that it is taking me a while to get smuts out, my health got a bit wonky which made it hard for me to focus on writing for long periods of time. I did manage to get through some other non-writing projects that had been in limbo, so it was not entirely wasted time. I am still in the process of writing some suggestions as this is being written, so thank you all for your patience and for your kindness! I am horrendous at replying to asks, but rest assured that I have seen each one and will be hoarding the kind words like a dragon hoards treasure (because you all are precious gems <3). Reader has no defining features other than soft lips, a round ass, and I will die on the hill that Legolas would not care if you smoother him. Smut below the cut!

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As the chilled caress of night air roamed against your skin, allowing the sensitive buds upon your chest to harden beneath the bitter nip of its touch, a heated gust cast down upon the exposed flesh of your cunt—shielding it from the night's bitter touch.

It was an uneven—anxious—breath. It rained down upon your glistening hole, causing it to appear as if it were sparkling beneath the orange hue of firelight, yet ever so slightly shielded by the shadow that loomed above. The warming caress of heated breath inched closer to the moistened hole—seeming to be drooling in anticipation under the anxious heat of the elven prince's breath as his lips neared it.

The elven prince's lips parted slightly, allowing the tip of his tongue to slip through the pearly gates of his teeth—swiping at the flesh of his lower lip as the weight of his head delved further between the plushness of your thighs—seeking out the sweet nectar hidden betwixt them. The warmth of his breath inched closer to the source of your lust; the tips of your toes curled in anticipation as the heat continued to rain down upon your eagerly awaiting hole.

A wait that was not for long, as the prince's restraint had begun to fray the moment he had laid eyes upon the delicious sight of your exposed cunt—drooling and eagerly awaiting the moistened caress of his unskilled tongue.

The wet glide of the elven prince's tongue swiped against the sweetened tang of your nectar; the act was a sudden, almost sharp, swipe. It was unplanned, a test of his actions as his ocean eyes bore up at you—sparkling amidst the sea of eagerness was the twinge of desperation as he awaited your response.

"Slowly." The word left your lips in a gentle breath, nearly sounding amused as you began to instruct the typically skilled prince. "Follow my lead." The bed let out a soft creak as your weight shifted upon it—your back curving forward, allowing the wetness of your arousal to press against the prince's tongue, flattening the moistened muscle slightly in the process for better leverage.

It did not take long for the air to fill with the harmony of the wooden frame creaking in sync with your weight as you rose and lowered the length of your cunt against the wetness of his tongue. The taste of your arousal was distinct; it was sweet whilst also holding a bitter tang amidst the sea of other various flavors, ones the elven prince had never tasted in his life prior—yet now they coated every taste bud upon his unskilled tongue as you guided him in the dance of oral pleasure.

Amid your guidance, the grasp you had mindlessly placed upon the smoothened sheets beneath you began to ease. A singular hand lost all hold over the luxurious cloth and quickly found itself tangled within the sea of silken locks upon the elven prince's head—furthering the leverage you held upon him as you continued to puppet him to your pleasure.

"There we go," A familiar heat began to spread throughout your hips as you breathed that small praise, yet your motions did not cease. "something like that..." The words were nothing but air escaping your lips as your neck began to crane backward, the weight of your head seeking out the plushness of the pillows beneath him as your hips continued to rock against the elven prince's face.

The praise was not lost within the chilled embrace of the night's air that it was breathed into: as ever the eager student, the prince began to mimic the motions you led him in moments ago. And it had started on a good note; the wetness of his tongue continued to lap against the length of your cunt, savoring the sweet nectar that seeped forth from it—acting much like a spoiled cat would with some cream. The motions were as slow as you had shown him, copying the exact motions you had done prior in the dance of pleasure—licking from the very top of your folds, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves within them, and then slowly lowering to the hole that drooled so prettily for him.

Yet, the elven prince quickly found his pacing, growing more and more confident within the folds of your wetness.

It was a gradual change, the course no longer fixating on the entirety of your cunt as it quickly began to fixate on one location in particular—the drenched flesh that surrounded your leaking entrance. The sensitive circle of flesh leaked eagerly in anticipation as the focus fell upon it; it yearned for the internal caress of the prince's tongue—or other appendages—yet it was left in that state as the moistened appendage refused to delve within.

No. Rather than be embraced by the sweet, warming embrace of your inner walls—it remained upon the thin outer layer of flesh, merely circling it. The tip of his tongue grazed against your needy hole in a slow circle around the sensitive lining of your wetness, allowing it to catch every droplet of your sweet nectar as it escaped from your center.

"Fuck." The word escaped your lips in an irritated breath as the weight of your hips began to quiver from the slow strokes of the elf's tongue. Yet, the sound of your irritation did not seem to sway the prince from his actions, rather, the sound of your displeasure appeared to further his ministrations in tracing circles around your sensitive opening.

"Move." You instructed—the word escaping your lips in a mewled tone. The swaying of your hips grew more mindless against the patterns of his tongue, attempting to lure him into the warmth of your center. Yet the attempts were unfruitful as the wettened muscle of the prince's mouth refused to delve within your depths of pleasure, regardless of the beautiful ways your hips swayed against the smoothness of his face.

It would always be a breath away, the glistening entrance practically rested upon the tip of his tongue, allowing the elf to apply the faintest amount of pressure against the willing, needy hole as it flattened against it—the very first taste buds upon the tip becoming coated with the taste of your lust in the process, yet the others only lingered with the memory with the sweet metallic taste of your arousal. As before any further could become soaked in your arousal—to become welcomed in your caverns of pleasure—the prince's head would shift in the slightest of manners, refusing to give you the internal caress that you so desperately craved.

The warmth of pleasure that had once spread throughout your body began to shift into another heat, irritation.

A groan fell from your soft lips as the weight of your hips shifted against the moistness of his tongue, nearly chasing after it as you yearned to have the twitching muscle slide into your aching core. Yet, much to your dismay, the prince continued to lead you in a game of cat and mouse; shifting, swaying away from your pleasure—inching back the moment before his moistened length could sink into the overflowing fountain of your lust.

Fine. If that was how the prince wished to play his hand.

The grasp you had held upon the back of the elf's head began to tighten, at first a warning grasp to remind him of his place—yet you were soon able to see that a mere squeeze was not enough. It quickly firmed, knuckles clenching around the smooth locks as the tips of your nails began to dig into his sensitive scalp—the bitter sting of them lighting piercing the flesh of his head allowed for a hiss to vibrate against your moistened hole. A sensation that caused a shiver of pleasure to roam down the length of your spine.

"Up."The singular word hard barely lingered in the chilled air long enough for the elf to process it before the sudden, sharp tug of his golden locks forced his head backward. The action exposed every inch of the prince's slender neck to your eye as his head craned backward, yet your gaze fell upon the center of his neck—watching as the ball beneath his skill bobbed as he swallowed down a breath, as he anxiously awaited what would follow.

"Now." The elf swiftly rose from his knees at your command, his ocean gaze never leaving yours as his body straightened from the old, wooden floor beneath him—the grasp you held upon the back of his head never ceasing as he did so, merely tightening as you, yourself, shifted into a more comfortable seated position upon the bed's plushness—the blue heat of his ocean-colored eyes burnt into your exposed flesh as the prince eagerly watched how it shifted upon the softness of the bed beneath you.

"On the bed." The elven prince followed your second command as swiftly, and as eagerly, as he had followed the first. The anxious heat of anticipation emanated off of his tall, slender form as he inched closer to you; soon joining your side upon the softness of the mattress. The bed groaned as the weight of his body sat beside you, the mattress sinking inward slightly as he shifted upon the bedding as expectancy arose within him—the tight grasp you held upon his silken locks remained tight throughout this.

The tips of your nails found themselves digging deeper within the sensitive scalp of the blonde's head, embedding themselves with a snug pinch as the weight of his head was suddenly pulled backward—forcing the elf down upon the mattress. The curve of his back pressed firmly against it, his once burning gaze upon you now forced upon the sight of the old ceiling above whilst your grip remained firm upon the elf's head.

"And here I thought you would be easy to teach." The corners of your lips threatened to curve into a smirk, twitching in anticipation as you gazed upon the once powerful elven prince who laid weakened within the clutch of your palm—neck craned, eyes wide, and breath hitching within the back of his throat. Yet, you had managed to keep the corners lowered; wishing to keep your enjoyment of the elf's teasing secret.

"Regardless," The mattress creaked as your position shifted upon it, yet this was not any mere position that your body had contorted into. No. "you will learn." The weight of your heavenly figure had departed from the plushness beneath you, finding itself onto the sharpness of the elf's face—straddling it.

The plushness of your thighs encased the sides of his face, the heat of your cunt a breath away from his thin lips—lips which glid against your moistened folds as you lowered yourself upon him. The softness of his lips parting sent a shiver down your spine as the tip of his moistened muscle slid out from between the pink gates of his mouth—it swiped against your leaking entrance as if seeking permission to delve into the drenched cavern of your lust. "All the way." A command that did not need to be repeated, nor did it need to linger within the air for a moment longer as the length of the elf's inexperienced tongue dove into the wetness of your center.

A sensation you had been yearning for since this had all begun.

The act was not as swift as when the prince's tongue swiped against the length of your cunt—a shiver ran down your spine at the reminder of the act—it still held a decent pace. Every centimeter of the moist muscle eased into the warmth of your pleasure, lingering within the grasp of your welcoming walls for a few moments before the next slowly took its place within your depths.

And though the action was gradual, the elven prince adjusting to how the tang of your arousal coated every bud upon his tongue as he sunk into you, he did not dare to tease you any further—not wishing to anger the woman who straddled his face.

A satisfied groan rumbled deep within your chest, the noise slipping through the softness of your lips upon an exhale as the weight of your head fell backward—neck craning just as the prince's was—as you sunk further into the wettened internal caress. The flesh of your thighs tightened slightly around the sides of the elf's head, applying a faint pressure to his sharp, sensitive ears as you danced upon his tongue.

As a steady pattern began to form within the mindless swaying of your hips, the prince's moist muscle began to explore the inner workings of the walls of your lust. The patterns and pace he made held no true rhyme or reason—a swirl here, a flick against there, and darting in any position he could—but soon, one began to form as you led him in the dance of your pleasure.

The grasp you held upon the elf's head tightened, the tips of your nails piercing against his scalp—enough to leave angry reddened marks in their wake—as the puppeteering of his head returned. An act that caused the pleasurable vibrations of the prince's pained hiss to echo against your wet folds; the tips of your toes curling at the pulsation against your cunt as the dance of pleasure began to rise in tempo—soreness be damned.

As your hips rocked and rolled with rising speed, the bed continued to creak and groan under the vast movements, the weight of your cunt pressed further into the curvatures of his face, sinking into the sways of pleasure. An act that the prince met with the quickening motions of his tongue inside the walls of your sopping entrance. It jutted, flicked, and swirled within—soon finding itself scraping against the most sensitive spots within your core, before returning to the unplanned swirling within the hold of your warmth.

It danced within you, similarly to how you danced upon his face, guided by the silent symphony of pleasure—a tune heard by known yet known by all, accompanied by choruses only the soul knew to vocalize into the most beautiful, strained tunes of lust-driven gratification.

"Shit—" The word found itself caught within the back of your throat, hovering within the length of your neck for a few moments before it was pushed out by the rushing sound of pleasure that was your strained moan. The pace at which your hips moved had begun to shift as the heat of soreness within your hips began to burn with a new warmth—the warmth of nearing.

The fluidity of your motions began to lack, turning to sharper—almost stuttering-like—motions as the weight of your body pressed further onto the elf's face; the pressure of nearing completion made it hard to care, let alone pay attention to, keeping the prince's airway free—but he did not care.

Emboldened, the prince's slender hands found themselves upon the rounded flesh of your rear. The tips of his fingers dug into the plumpness of your arse, pulling it further against the smoothness of his skin whilst you continued to ride his tongue to your pleasure—his tongue curling inside of the walls leading towards your womb, scraping against one of your many sensitive spots.

A gasp fell from your lips at the sensation, a sound that soon masked with a deep groan of pleasure that rumbled forth from the center of your chest; the pace your hips held was fast and sloppy—the weight of your cunt pressed firmly against his parted lips, the essence of your pleasure coating his amateurish tongue whilst it continued to curl within you.

As the familiar tingle of pleasure began to rise from the tips of your toes, the piercing grasp you had held upon the prince's head had managed to tighten further, the skin around your knuckles tightening—almost revealing the bone—as you held onto his golden locks as if they were your only anchor from being whisked away into the sea of pleasure. The weight of his head rested within your palm as the weight of your cunt rested upon his lower face. The motions of your hips turned from that of stuttering into bucking motions, jolting up into the curving of the wet muscle as it scraped against one of your sweetest spots. The pleasurable tingling that roamed throughout your veins swiftly turned into the scorching burn of anticipation.

The static's intensity grew harsher, the burn within you brighter than that of a bonfire as every flick, every curve of the prince's novice tongue added tinder to the fire that spread rampant throughout your veins.

And, with the final flick of his tongue, you were consumed by the fire of ecstasy.

The familiar embrace of pleasure turned all to static, even the sounds of your incoherent moans as they danced within the air—and the hiss of the prince's lips as your nails continued to claw upon the back of his head, further angering the reddened marks the tips of your nails had left behind prior. All sensation had left your body; it felt as if your very essence had been whisked away within the chilled night's gentle breeze, yet still grounded upon the elf's face as your pleasure rained onto his tongue—drowning him in your pleasure, as you sank into the sea.

It felt as if all time had stopped whilst also speeding up all at once. As if you were everything, but nothing.

The sounds that escaped through your softened lips were incoherent, primal—a song from your soul orchestrated by the unskilled prince's tongue.

The bitter nip of chilled air slowly guided your essence back into your quivering form, the fire of pleasure being quenched by its numbing caress—yet the heavenly tingle of ecstasy continued to dance quietly within your veins. The sensations within your body slowly began to return, the weight of your figure feeling as if was weighed down by many heavy stones as you struggled to lift your quivering form off of the elf's face—the essence of your pleasure trickling forth from the corners of his thin lips, rolling down his sharp chin as he swallowed down a mouthful of your liquid ecstasy.

The bed creaked loudly as the weight of your body flopped onto it, the burning heat of your exposed form emanating beside the elven prince's head; the sound of your shared, uneven attempt of returning breaths danced within the night's air—both stunned at the prince's prowess.

He was truly a natural at his craft.

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ Le hannon ୨୧

pairing: Legolas Greenleaf ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ readers hair is described as dull and shaggy but mentions nothing of color, cut, or texture so it can apply to anyone. legolas is described as being inhumanly tall and is taller than reader, but reader isn’t necessarily short, if you squint reader is implied to be ok the chubbier side. sex and love making, OOC legolas bc this is my first time writing him

summary: ʚ body worship ɞ

Words: 2703

A/N: AHHH ME WRITING OH MY ??? i’m getting outta depression yalllllll

It was easy to feel inferior next to the prince of Mirkwood. It was easy to feel less than next to any elf. They held themselves highly, unable to simply die of any mortal ailments. Their flowing long hair whipped around as they jumped from tree to tree with such an agile nature it seemed as if the rules of gravity that burdened so heavily on your human frame did not apply to these extraordinary creatures.

They are also such strong scholars, their views and sense of other cultures and worlds seem lightyears ahead of any knowledge you could hope to possess. And the elves of Mirkwood do surely know it. How they turn their nose up to you at any given chance, the snide remarks.

You were only human. You had jagged and dull hair. Your body ached with germs and grew tired of simply existing. The mind you possessed was not so easily tuned. You weren't as quick on your feet, often taking longer for each task. Your skin was damaged, it was not soft or beautiful, it was raw.

It felt embarrassing to be seen next to such beauty. Although Legolas never embarrassed you once through his words. In fact, he had never commented on your physical appearance since the day your path intertwined with his.

He would ask about your skills in healing animals and other creatures, your traditions, and your livelihood. On your lighter days, you appreciated not having any comments to make your mind spiral out of control.

On other days you wanted nothing more than for the tall and pale elf to get down on his knees and worship you. To have his manicured hands grace every part of your skin and heal you. Not with medicine or words but with touch. His finger gingerly fucking you until you don't have any thoughts to overthink.

You sat in your guest room of the palace. You suppose you were sitting better than some elves being so close to the king and the prince. Your company needs a break from traveling, the prince suggested his home as the perfect one.

The aforementioned prince was currently taking a stroll down memory lane in the evening hours as the rest of his crew was sleeping (or trying to in your case) his Elven body did not need to sleep so he walked. He was reliving old memories, some good, some bad. He was also thinking of you, so maybe that is why as he strolled around he found his feet bringing himself to your room.

Legoland found it odd at first that he drew towards you. You were not like most women he knew, you were loud and unafraid. Drinking just as much as the men, not worrying about yourself as much as you worried about your friends and loved ones. You were a sunshine that warmed his heart like the first heat of summer.

By gods you were beautiful. Inside and out. A soul so worthy of love Legolas found himself dreaming of you night after night. The curve of your legs, the roundness of your tummy. It was a miracle to be blessed with you.

He surely couldn't wake you if you were letting sleep pass through you. Maybe he should just check to make sure you were settling in alright. Mhm yes, this is what being a good host would do. He held his slender fingers up to your door, his golden rings glistening in the moonlight and candle-lit hallways.

He knocked with his knuckles a few times against your door before bringing his hands down and massaging them, attempting to calm his nerves. “W-who is it?” you asked clearly startled.

Your eyes bored into the door in front of you as your heartbeat began to beat so violently against your rib cage it was hard to hear or see anymore. “It's me, your favorite prince.” you hear the familiar voice jest.

The words don't come out quite as smoothly as he wanted. You didn't seem to notice his anxiety. “I'm only in my dressing robes, not proper clothes,” you shouted back. It felt silly, all the time you had spent with Legolas, all the wounds he saw on your body, to now be so proper with him.

Then again it probably didn't feel that long to the elven prince. Maybe you were just a blip in his long years. “When has that ever bothered me?” he shouted from outside your door once again assuming this was an invitation in.

You gasped slightly as he walked around the door and his eyes fell on you. Poor Legoland now understood what you had meant. These weren't just any dressing robes provided by the elves. These were man-made dressing robes. Almost entirely sheer.

He has never seen in you something so overtly feminine… not that he minded either way. Gender was almost entirely irrelevant to him. Your face was raw. You had been crying. His giddy face fell with the sight of your fallen state.

Ignoring your basically exposed body. He joined your side, “Why are you crying?” he asks as his weight pushes the bed down beside you. Your mind races with awful thoughts.

All of them seem to get a little better as Legolas’s hand and arm reach around your shoulders. Your emotions drain any chance of resisting his affections. Your head falls on his slender shoulder. “I know that I as a human will never compare to the beauty of an elf,” you whisper, your lips dry and raw from wiping your tears.

“I don't think that to be true-” Legolas' comment doesn't reach your ears as you continue. “But even amongst humans, I'm nothing special. Am I so undeserving of love?” you ask as your tears are unable to drip anymore.

“How dare you speak so unsavory of my dear companion,” he says in a joking manner. It doesn’t help. Clearly, this wasn't going how he wanted to do this. “I shouldn't jest, tell me, what bothers your heart,” he asks, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb.

You roll your eyes in response, shying away from his touch. “I want to lie in bed with you, Legolas,” you confess. Now he really knew not to joke after hearing such words. He felt a jump in his lower belly, a feeling he was more than familiar with.

“I want your hands to cherish every part of my body, your beautiful fingers exploring every part of my figure. My body burns for you, and I am unworthy of such fantasies.” your words way heavy in the room.

Tension thick as your eyes avoid his gaze. Your eyes shifted looking at the ground as he watched you like a hawk. His pants get tighter as he learns how badly you need him.

It was in moments like this that showed how young Legolas truly is. His body turned into a limp servant for your every desire. It was time to do what he had been dreaming of doing to you since he laid his eyes on you.

His hands found the sides of your face as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His elven tongue makes quick work of showing you just how completely and utterly enamored with you. When hands found his hair deepening the kiss the elven prince moaned into your mouth.

He pressed his hips into you as you slowly lay down. “Your body has never left my mind. Every curve and scar and stretch mark makes my elven blood turn to the hottest fire…” he confessed. His diligent fingers slowly remove your sheer dress. Your bare body is being revealed.

You waited self-consciously as the prince eyed your body down properly with no film to hide you. His face morphed into a pink that went from pointed ear to pointed ear.

“You are a light in this dark world. I have always found myself drawn to you as if you are the arrow to my heart's bow," he whispered to you as he pulled away from your eyes to move all the way down to your thighs.

His soft mouth sucked and bit on every available place of skin available to him. You moaned lying back. “Never speak so lowly of yourself again or I can assure you I will have some choice words to share with you dear,” he said stern but soft as his teeth grazed your exposed body.

“Legolas please I need you,” you whispered. His pleasant teasing was well… Pleasant but it left you a desiring ache in between your legs.

This wasn't your first encounter with something of this nature. Far from it but you had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be different. “As you wish,” he smirked deliciously, standing up.

He gingerly rid himself of his clothes making sure to show off his figure to you. He didn't need to. He was beyond beautiful. Lean muscles decorate his chest and arms. The low glow from the candles behind him illuminates his blonde hair. Your eyes trail below his skinny waist.

Where he was decidedly less skinny. You do not know the average size of an elf but by human standards, your dear prince far exceeded even a dream of what he would look like.

He must have seen your eyes widen ever so slightly, as he smirked again. “You seem nervous, Meleth Nín,” he says, his voice oozing confidence. Not in the slightest concerned. “You are very beautiful, my prince. Very beautiful indeed,” you whispered the last part, eyes dropping to his hard member.

In that sacred space, the once cold room now feeling warm, the blonde elf knelt before you, not as a prince, or as an elf but as a devoted friend and possible lover. "Let me honor you, not just with words, but with every fiber of my being. Estelio nin,” he said getting closer and closer to your exposed and dripping cunt.

“Legolas,” you whined, narrowing your eyes. He seemed to humor you, his long tongue taking a stripe up your cunt. Your eyes flutter shut as you arch your back. You feel him hum against you as he continues to ravish your cunt slowly making sure no part is left untouched.

His slender fingers grip into the plush fat of your thighs. His cold rings add a welcoming sensation. “Oh gods,” you whispered, feeling your finish slowly approach as he made out with your sex. Legolas didn't say anything, simply humming against you again making you tingle all over.

Suddenly his pale hand went from digging into your thigh flesh to using his manicured thumb to rub gently but quick circles on your clit which only pushed that so-desired feeling further. “Can I please? I need it please, my prince.” you gasped out the pleasurable feeling flooding your veins.

“Have your release, use my tongue to guide your pleasure.” he nearly whispers against you. Oh and use him you did. It was a short 30 seconds later as you felt his tongue hit just the right spot, your legs shook before your pleasure overwhelmed your senses and you barely recognized Legolas lapping up your juices.

Your eyes flutter open to see Legolas crawling on top of you, his hard leaking member brushing against your stomach. The sight itself was enough to have you wanting even more. Instead, your prince’s right hand found its way to your jaw.

You tasted your own self and his tongue as he nearly replicated what he was doing moments ago with you only higher up this time. “Are you ready to feel how beautiful I see you are? How your body overtakes my Elvish mind?” he asked, pulling away from your mouth and whispering down into your ear.

You don't reply so shocked at every sensation you feel. “I know you're nervous but there is no need to be,” he purred. “My tongue has gotten you ready enough Meleth Nín, it should only hurt a moment. Are you ready?” he asked, dragging his hand up your body, cherishing it like it was a beautiful statue.

You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on him. “Words my human love.” he reminded you, his finger brushing your cheek. “Yes I'm ready,” you whisper.

In the next few moments, you can only remember the feeling of his length stretching you out. He was right it hurt for a second but as you took deep breaths and relaxed it started to feel less painful and more full. A good feeling, his hand locked with yours, his forearm just above your head.

He pushes in and out so gently. He is talking to you or maybe just to himself but you can't quite hear him over the feeling of your bodily organs rearranging. Your wanton moans fill the room.

“Le annon veleth nín,” he whispers to you, you aren't sure what it means but it must mean something to him as Legolas has removed himself from your lips as he is now bucking into your hips with his forehead resting on yours.

You feel the sensation burning through you again, and your Elvish love must have to for he was whispering rapidly in Elvish against your skin. “Le hannon… Le hannon.” he was saying. You couldn't hold on anymore, your hands found the back of his neck as your walls fluttered around him.

The cause and effect of your body accepting his love caused his release as well. He curses as you feel his seed spurt onto your walls. It doesn't take long for his rapid breaths to catch up to him as he sits up from being on top of you.

He pulls out as slowly as he can to not hurt you any. His attempt mostly fails as you whine from the loss of feeling. “I know I know I'm here for you, right here. Let's go take a bath, my beautiful ok?” he asks, pinching your side.

You giggle squirming away from him with a smile. You were beyond exhausted. Legolas disappears for a few minutes before returning, picking you up with zero hesitation. His elven strength almost quiets any insecurities you may have.

He places you in a wooden bathtub filled with warm water and herbal remedies for all your aches and pains. Legolas slips in behind you, at first he just slowly kisses your neck letting you relax before taking some soaps and washing your body and hair thoroughly.

Each body part he scrubs he made sure to tell you just how beautiful you were. It helped of course. But healing scars like this aren’t going to take just one magical night with an elf prince, no matter how badly you wanted that to be true.

After you were body washed and rinsed Legolas helped you and your shaky legs into a very nice robe. He sat you down on a chair in the ginormous bathroom. “Wait here I will return in a moment,” he said gently.

And wait you did before he returned clothed. He helped dry you and applied the softest moisturizer ever to your skin. You could perhaps get used to this. Before leading you to the bed which he has changed the sheets and blanket of.

An outfit similar to his was placed on the bed in your size. He helped you get dressed again, sliding his hand up and down your body. “You have never been and never will be less than anything but desirable. You must understand that if we are to begin courting,” he told you to lift your chin with his hand.

You look down shyly at his words. “Why didn't you tell me this before? Why am I hearing of your affections just now?” you ask sitting on the bed. “A beautiful woman doesn't need to be told that she's beautiful. For you are so much more than your body, you have an excellent mind as well. That's what I chose to speak about. Out of respect for you.” he said, joining your side.

It made more sense now than it ever had. Still, it was going to take a while for these unwanted feelings to deplete.

[wild-lavender-rose]

What Comes After - LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader, Legolas x fem!reader, Boromir x fem!reader, Faramir x fem!reader, Elrond x fem!reader

Category: Preferences/NSFW

Summary: What they would say/do after you've cum hard for them

Warning: NSFW, insinuation of sex, aftercare

Legolas-

Whispered elvish between stuttered gasps of air

"Are you all right?"

Hovering over top of you, brushing the hair from your face, cradling your cheek as your body shivers from the aftershocks of pleasure

"I'm here, you're safe. I'm here."

Light kisses on your face

Holding you carefully as you both steady your breathing

Aragorn-

Shushes you as you gasp and shake, rubbing soothing circles against your thighs and hips while you come down from the high

Whispers assurances as he lays beside you, continuing to rub your sides and arms while watching your expressions closely

He smiles when you do, relieved that you're okay and he hasn't pushed you too far

Will run his fingers through your hair and compliment you on your performance

Gathers you into his arms the moment you reach for him, holding you close and whispering his love for you over and over again

Boromir-

Is initially proud of himself and the fact you're a quivering, gasping mess

His smirk fades as your breath remains stuttered, holding himself up over you

"Are you all right?"

You nod but he doesn't believe you

Flips over and moves you so that you're laying on top of him

Rubs your back and cards his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes at the sound of his heartbeat

Still pretty proud of himself

Faramir-

Would think he had done something wrong

Kiss you all over, assessing you with worried eyes

Would hold you the moment you reached for him

Gazing into your eyes, whispering again and again "I'm here, I'm here"

You would kiss him deeply to assure him that you were fine, a kiss he would gratefully return

Elrond-

He would encourage you to cum one more time for him even after you've cum so hard

Would kiss you once you're totally spent, slow and deep

Whisper elvish in your ear

Would leave briefly to gather some wine, a basin of hot water and a cloth

Sponge bathes your sweaty, heaving body, leaving a trail of kisses in between

Helps you to drink some wine

Would hold you carefully, talking about everything and nothing as you fall asleep

Fanfic Masterlist

[lokigodofmyheart]

HOT WATER

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N is exhausted and Legolas show her a place with hot water to relax. 

Warning/Content: soft smut.

MASTERLIST

Legolas observed the girl as she walked alongside the Fellowship. The journey has been long and hard for all of them. But it must had been harder on her, a mortal woman.  

Y/N could feel her muscles ache as she walks with the Fellowship. Her clothe were stained with dust and sweat and wherever else were in those roads. The only thing she craved right now was a moment of peace. Legolas fell back to walk in pace with her. He glanced at her, taking a mental note of her current state of exhaustion.  

Aragorn decided to stop and make camp because it' was getting already darkening it would be way too dangerous to walk at night. Everyone agreed, after all, they were all tired. Except for Legolas. 

As soon everything was settled for them to rest, Y/N sat on the grass, her back against a tree and her eyes closed. She closed her eyes, trying to relax a little. Legolas noticed her state and he sat by her side, as he silently observed her for a moment before speaking.  

"You seem tired." he noted quietly, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

“I am a little.” She looked at him.  

The elf nodded, understanding what she meant. "There's a spring not far from here." He offers slowly, tilting his head towards a direction "The water is pure, warmed by the earth. It will help you." 

Y/N hesitate at first, but the thought of washing away the dirty, in a warm water instead of the cold ones they had been finding...she was really tempted. 

“Okay, sure,” Y/N stood up from the ground with a small smile on her lips“lead the way, elf.” 

Legolas smiles back, his expression gentle. He gets up from his seat and starts making his way through the trees, making sure she was following him as he leads her to a small, secluded spring.  

The water is crystal clear, and steam rises up from its surface. The sun sets leaving them with the dark of the night and the light of the moon "Here we are." he says quietly, gesturing towards the spring. 

“That actually looks very nice.” She spoke already taking off her boots. 

Legolas nodded in agreement. The spring looks like a small oasis in the middle of the forest. The moonlight reflects on the water's surface, glimmering quietly. "Let the water soothe your muscles and ease your mind." he advises, as he turns his back at her politely to let the woman undress. 

She finished quickly, throwing her clothes at the ground and slip into the water. The warm instantly relaxed her body and her aching muscles. Legolas stands on the edge of the spring, his back still towards her. He listens to the sounds of the night, his keen ears attuned to everything surrounding them.  

"You don't need to be so vigilant all the time." Y/N says, looking at his back. 

Legolas' attention abruptly snaps back toward her. Her voice cuts through the silence and he turns slightly to glance at her. He can just make out her form in the water, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her skin "It's dangerous out here." he replies in a quiet voice, still standing on the edge. "We must always be on guard." 

“Well, there’s no danger here.”  

She was correct to a certain extent and he knew it. At this very moment, they were safe and in a secluded area, away from the dangers of the surrounding wilderness  

"Habit." It’s all he says.  

"Join me." Y/N says half-playful, half-serious "I won't look. I promise.” Legolas raises an eyebrow at her request, clearly not expecting it.  

She turned her back to him, as she was trying to untangle her hair, giving no mind to him, after all, she was sure he would decline. But then she heard the quite rustle of fabric. The sound of his tunic being pulled over his head and the rest of his clothes. And them, the water moving as he enters. 

Legolas slowly makes his way to her, his steps light and graceful. The warm water instantly easing his tension. He watches her silently for a moment as she struggles with her hair. Letting out a soft sigh, he spoke "Let me help you with that." 

He carefully moves closer to her through the water, his long, slender fingers reach out to gently undo the tangled strands of her hair. His touch is surprising soft, slowly detangling her messy hair. Nothing at all from what she expected from an Elf prince and warrior.  

“You’re good at this...” Y/N spoke quietly, enjoying the touch of his hands in her hair, enjoying how his fingertips barely grazing at her skin.  

"I have had plenty of practice." he replies quietly, his voice low and calm as he continues. 

She let out a soft chuckle and Legolas couldn't help but smile faintly at the sound. He works through the last few strands of her hair and finally, it is free from tangles. "There." he murmurs, his fingers gently running through her now-smooth hair. 

“Thanks.” She smiles, turning to finally look at him. They were very close, she noticed. And very naked too. She expected him to move away, but he doesn't.  

Their proximity makes him aware of her body, the feel of her skin just inches from his own. His gaze meets hers and it lingers. It's intimate and intense as his eyes travel over her face, tracing the contours of her features. Her face is wet from the water and his gaze is captured by the water droplets on her face, his eyes tracing the path they take He reached out a hand and gently brushed away a few more droplets, his fingers lingering on her skin for a moment.  

He speaks quietly, almost a whisper "You are breathtaking." The words slip out before he realizes. 

Y/N reaches her hand to his shoulder, tracing the path of the droplet, making his breath hitches as her fingers touched his skin, the intimacy of it makes his skin tingle. His gaze doesn't leave hers as he swallows, his own hands slowly cupping her face, brushing her cheekbones before he leans into her, pressing his lips against hers in a slow kiss, testing, savoring her. 

As soon as his lips were on hers, she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Legolas deepens the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of her lips. His hands slowly move, sliding down her neck and over her shoulder, pulling her closer against him, their bodies pressed together in the warm water. 

His hands grow bolder, going to her back, tracing the curve of her spine, sliding lower until he grips her waist beneath the water, pulling her even closer. Legolas breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath uneven, and his eyes dark as they lock onto hers. 

"Tell me to stop" He murmurs. 

“Don't.” she murmurs too, before she closed the distance kissing him again, a more passionate kiss this time.  

Legolas responds to her kiss with fervor, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her as his hands grip her tighter, pulling her closer against him while his hands roams over her body, exploring the curves and angles he's longed to touch. Her hands did the same, exploring his chest, his muscles, making the elf whisper words in his tongue, which she could not understand.  

His kiss becomes more urgent, the need to feel her growing with each passing moment. His hands slide down her body, grabbing her hips firmly and pulling her against him. Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling how hard he already was from just kissing. He breaks away from the kiss, his breath jagged as he looks at her with a silent question. 

Y/N understood and nod at him. Legolas doesn't need any more encouragement. He gently lifts her, his strong hands sliding down the backs of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. When he sinks into her, he does it slowly, eyes locked into hers, watching every little reaction. Watching as she moans and her eyes almost roll back as she enters her inch by inch.  

Legolas holds her against him, his hands gripping her thighs as he stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her. His eyes are darkened with need and desire as he looks at her, a soft growl escaping him as he starts to move in a slow and gentle pace.  

The water ripples around them as they move and the night were filled with soft gasps and moans from both of them. He loves how responsive she is to his touch, the way she gasps and moans, the way her nails digging into his shoulder, the way she arches against him as he moves, pushing her closer to the edge. 

Legolas felt when she reaches her orgasm, clenching around him and makes him follows her when the sensation is too much and he finally cum. Legolas holds her tight against him, feeling her body trembles. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, his arms around her waist, holding her as he follows her over the edge of pleasure, murmuring in his mother language. 

“What does that mean?” She asks curiously.  

He lifts his head up to look at her, his eyes still hazy with pleasure he replies in a gentle voice "It roughly translates to 'my sweet flower'”. 

Y/N smiles a little with his answer and he couldn’t help but returns the smile. She lifts her hand, gently caressing his cheek. Legolas closes his eyes at her touch, taking in the feeling of her fingers on his skin, her tenderness bringing him a sense of peace. For a moment, all he can think of is her, the feeling of her body against his, the soft sound of her breathing and the touch of her fingers on his skin. 

“We should go, before Aragorn or Gimli come look for us...” she made no motion to move from him. 

 Legolas reluctantly nods, knowing that she's right. He carefully pulls her legs from around his waist, letting her stand on the ground, but still keeping her close. He caresses her cheek gently and steals a quick kiss before speaking. 

They slowly move to get out of the water. Legolas steps out first, reaching out to help her from the water. He grabs his trousers from the ground and quickly pulls them on. He stays by her side as she gets dressed too, not wanting to leave her just yet "Unfortunately, you're right..." 

They slowly move to get out of the water. Legolas steps out first, reaching out to help her from the water. He grabs his trousers from the ground and quickly pulls them on while Y/N did the same with her clothes. When they’re done, he steps closer, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers through hers. 

She smiles again, giving him a quick kiss. Legolas responds to the kiss, gently cupping her face with his free hand. His thumb caresses her cheek as he looks at her, his gaze tender and fond as he speaks, his voice low 

"We should return to the others..." 

Y/N nods. She broke the silence as they walk back to the camp “Thanks, I really needed that...the water was indeed good.”  

Legolas nods in understanding, his hand still holding hers as they walk slowly "So did I." he replies quietly "It's a small moment of peace and relaxation, something we rarely get in this journey." 

Once they step back where the fellowship was, they noticed that Aragorn and Gimli were still awake. And obvious Aragorn was the first to notice that Legolas’ hair was also wet. 

Aragorn gives a sly smile at the sight of Legolas' wet hair. His eyes dart to Y/N for a moment, then back to Legolas 

"Went for a swim, didn't you?" he asks, clearly amused. 

“We really needed a shower. You should try one too.” She says back to him. Legolas glances at her with a subtle smile, appreciating her humor.  

Aragorn chuckles in response to her suggestion, but there's a knowing look in his eyes as he replies. "I'll give it serious consideration. A proper bath wouldn't hurt." 

She chuckles too, sitting by the fire with them and Legolas followed her. The man, the elf and the dwarf kept talking, but Y/N was so tired she slowly fell asleep, letting her head fall on Legolas’ shoulder.  

The elf glances down at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he realizes she's dozed off, her head now resting on his shoulder. He instinctively brings his arm around her, pulling her a little closer, careful not to wake her.  He looks up to see Aragorn and Gimli's eyes on them, both wearing knowing smiles “Not a word.” 

Gimli raises an eyebrow, a lopsided grin on his face, and whispers just loud enough for them to hear “Looks like someone found a new pillow." 

Aragorn tries to hide a chuckle, but it ends up as a cough. He glances at Legolas, a smirk on his face “Who knew our dear Legolas made such a comfortable pillow?" 

Legolas rolls his eyes at their comments, trying to dismiss them with a snort of feigned annoyance. He looks down at Y/N, still asleep against him, her head resting on his shoulder. His expression softens as he speaks quietly, almost to himself "She's just tired..." 

“Yes, a bath in hot waters must be really exhausting.”  Aragorn says teasing his friend. 

Legolas shoots Aragorn a look, knowing he's not going to give up this topic anytime soon "We both needed it. It's been a long day." 

Gimli can't help but chime in, still smiling in amusement "Of course you did. And since both your clothes are dry, I wonder if-" 

Legolas raises a hand, silencing Gimli mid-sentence “Enough, you two." he mutters sternly, his patience running thin. Aragorn and Gimli exchange grins, but they decide to drop the topic for now.  Legolas carefully scoops her up in his arms, making sure not to wake her, and carries her to her bedroll. He lays the woman down gently, making sure she's comfortable. He pulls a blanket up over her, tucking it around her loosely, and sat by her side, keeping watching her as the other’s sleep. The rest of the night is quiet, and the only sound is the soft breathing of the rest of the Fellowship. 

[braveclementine]

October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex 

Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 

 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 

"A human?" 

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 

You blushed at that. "You love me." 

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 

You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too." 

[faeriichaii]

hiii i have a request only if you're up for it! a legolas x reader and reader teases legolas and his sensitive ears during an important event and he takes it out on you (spicy? smut if you're up for it :)

love your fics sm <333

Keep Quiet ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: OMG!! I kinda have been waiting for a smut request haha!! It's just I rarely write any smut so it is always nice to see someone request it cause this also makes me uhh idk get used to writing it?? But yeah I finally finished the request and I really hope you like it <33 I also might edit it later cause rn it is very late and I am very tired but I still wanna publish smth so... ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering, bj, ass slapping ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0 k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You seem to have teased your husband Legolas a little too long during one important meeting, so he teaches you a lesson.

Bored. You felt utterly bored, as you listened in on Lord Elronds conversation with Legolas father about some trading contract each of them approved. Being Legolas wife has it perks but you definitely despise the lengthy business meetings you have to attend. And your attendance is required regularly. As Thranduil once said, you are not just part of their family now, but also have to shoulder the burden of being the queen at some time in your lengthy life. Back then you smiled at the elven king and nodded. You didn’t expect to become queen anytime soon either. But neither did you expect him to get Legolas to drag you to every official meeting in Mirkwood. “It is good for you to learn all about our relationships with the several leaders of the various different lands.” Thranduil once said to you, after he caught you yawn after several hours of listening about potential war strategies.

A hand on your thigh justled you out of your memories. Legolas gave you a smile, as he leaned closer to you. “We are almost through Meleth Nin. Only an hour more and they should sign the papers.” Another hour? Sighing at his words you gave him a pained smile. Your eyes wandered from the elven king of Mirkwood towards Lord Elrond. You knew this would take even longer than that. How could you sit around and do nothing for another hour or two? “Legolas, would it be alright for your father if I could leave for a few minutes? Just to take a quick breather.” You whispered in his ear. His grip on your leg tightened and he began to shift around in his seat beside you. “Are you alright Meleth Nin?” “Of course I just-“ You raised an eyebrow at him. He definitely did not look quite alright. He looked rather… uncomfortable. “I don’t think my father would approve.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to study his side profile. A soft rosy colour dusted the tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks. Suddenly, realization dawned upon you. “Are you sure that is the reason behind you being so… skittish right now?” Your warm breath fanned over his pointy ear and you felt his body shiver, as you let your hand gently rest on his leg. Drawing circles on his thigh, you leaned closer towards him. “I don’t need a break anymore, so don’t worry about it my love.” The elven prince noticed the flirtatious undertone in your voice and gave you a warning glance. “(Y/N) please. You can’t do this to me right now. This is an important meeting and-“ A shuddered sigh left his lips, as your finger traced his ear with a feather light touch. “Hmm? Is everything alright darling?” You asked him sweetly, trying to scoot closer to your husband.

“Lord Elrond and your father are still discussing about the best travel route in order for the goods to arrive safely. The same topic since hours so why don’t you just lean back and let me have some fun hmm?” Legolas face turned towards you, his glare igniting a fire deep inside your core. He was mad. And you just got turned on. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from his ear. “You don’t want to continue playing this game (Y/N). Trust me.” A smirk graced your lips. “Is this a challenge Meleth Nin?”

Suddenly Legolas jumped up from his place at the table. Both of the lords turned their attention from the map at the table to the elven prince, confusion written upon both their faces. Even you were surprised. “Father, I must apologies, but I just remembered that me and my wife have another important event to attend to.” Thranduil looked his son up and down, before letting his gaze wander over you. You expected him to decline (probably due to the tension between you), but instead he approved. “Both of you shall leave, but make sure this… accident doesn’t happen a second time.” And with those parting words you were dragged out of the room by Legolas.

His grip on your wrist tightened as he sped across the hall towards your shared bedroom. “Legolas slow down I-“ “You want me to slow down? I bet you won’t say that again anytime soon.” Heat kissed your cheeks at the insinuation of his words. God you just wanted to tease him a bit but you definitely did not expect this outcome. Legolas stopped walking, just to open the door, drag you inside and lock it afterwards. His back was turned towards you. Watching his shoulders rise up and down you slowly approached him. “I told you to listen, didn’t I?” “Legolas I-“ Suddenly he spun around. “You didn’t listen though, did you now?” A shiver went down your spine at his deep voice. His gaze travelled from your face all over your body which made heat pool in your lower region. “You acted very poorly and improper for the future queen you know?” You nodded your head at his words. “I apologize my prince.” “You think that is enough to satisfy me?” He said, slowly approaching you. Legolas eyed you like a predator about to devour his pray. Oh, and how you would indulge in him devouring you. You need him. You want him.

“What can I do to make up for my mistakes?” “For one, how about I fill your pretty mouth.” Legolas stood in front of you, his finger grazing along your jaw. The touch alone set you ablaze like oil touching a flame. He tilted your face up towards him. “Does that sound good to you?” You nodded your head once more in approval. “Good.” And with that his mouth was upon yours. His mouth was hot and needy upon your own, tongues dancing with each other. A moan escaped your lips at the sweet relieve of the built-up tension. Legolas hand moved from your face to the back of your head to gather your hair in his fist. Pain spread from your scalp as he yanked your head bag by your strands, his mouth immediately trailing kisses along your exposed neck. Your hands racked over his upper body, unbuttoning his shirts and letting them fall off over his shoulders. Fingers trailing over his exposed skin, you followed every line and ridge of his body, until you stopped at his waistband.

“Get on your knees.” Legolas voice had a needy edge to it, as he began to gently shove you down, his hand never letting loose of your hair. Getting comfortable on the ground, you bit your lip at the obvious tent in his pants. Instantly you grabbed for his belt, loosened it and got rid of his trousers for him. “Open up.” Your mouth did as he ordered you to and in just a mere second his cock was between your lips. Sucking on it you watched his reaction through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back as soft pants escaped him. You let your tongue glide over his veins before pulling back and letting it slide over his slit. A hiss came from Legolas parted lips. His grip around your hair tightened. Suddenly, he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. Spit spilled out of the side of your mouth, as you tried to relax your throat in order to deepthroat his cock as much as possible. Your fingers moved from his hips towards your pussy, craving your own relieve. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Legolas said in-between pants. He moaned as a whine left your lips and sent a vibrating sensation through his lower region.

Pulling out, he grabbed your arms and lifted you from the ground. His hands found your chin, tilted your face towards his and gave you a kiss. His tongue fought with your own while he began to strip you out of the dress you wore for the meeting. Your nipples hardened under the cold air and he wasted no time in rolling them between his fingers. Your back arched at the pleasant feeling of finally feeling his touch upon you. His mouth moved from your lips down to your left tit. Your hands twisted in his long blonde hair, playing with the braids you did earlier today. Heat radiated from both of your bodies, as he let go of your nipple with a pop and stood up to his full height once more. “Now I want you to keep your mouth shut, okay?” An approval couldn’t even pass your lips, before you found yourself upon your bed, face down and ass up. “Show me how long you can keep your dirty lips sealed.”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine, as you felt his finger glide through your lips. Gripping the bedsheet, you turned your head to the side. “Legolas I need you please.” You whispered while glancing behind you. His finger brushed over your clit, making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet. You tried to scoot towards his hand, but his other hand kept your body down by your neck. “You already failed to keep quiet but you still want to get rewarded?” He slowly entered one of his fingers into your pussy but almost immediately retracted it. A needy whine passed your lips. “So greedy.” Legolas said, before entering two of his fingers and slowly pumping them at a steady pace. Your grip on the sheets tightened, as you tried to wriggle around his fingers. You want more. You need more. But you were in luck, because just after a few pumps, you could already feel the head of his cock at your entrance. “I want to see your pussy suck in my cock exactly how they greedily took in my fingers.”

And with that he pushed inside you. Your mouth opened to let out a silent moan, as you felt the stretch of his cock inside you. His hands gripped your hips harshly, before he began to move in a steady rhythm. It was hard to keep quite while his cock filled you to the brim, but neither would you want to lose his warmth inside of you. Pants mixed with the sound of skin slapping filled the quietness of the room. A moan escaped through your parted lips and was soon replaced with a surprised yelp, as you felt the harsh sting of a slap on your ass. “Your misbehaviour can’t stay unpunished now, can it?” You nodded in agreement with him. God how you loved getting punished by him. Meeting his hips halfway through each thrust, you felt the knot inside of you tighten, as well as the twitch of your husband’s cock inside of you.

“You take it so well Meleth Nin.” A sudden harsh thrust forced another moan out of your mouth, followed by another pleasant sting on your ass cheek. His hand gently traced over the red handprint. “I have a feeling that you almost like getting punished.” He let his finger trail down to your clit and drew gentle circles over it. Heat washed over your entire body, as you felt your climax approach faster and faster. Your walls clenched more tightly around his cock while the pressure of his finger on your clit increased. “Oh my god Legolas I-“ Another slap echoed through the room, followed by a whine from your lips, as the sweet relieve of your climax washed over you. Your walls clenching around his cock was all he needed, before filling you up with his cum. His release was followed by a few sloppy thrusts, before he pulled out, got onto the bed beside you and circled his arms around you in a warm embrace. A few minutes of purse silence passed between the both of you.

“Was it too much?” Legolas suddenly asked you. “No, of course not Meleth Nin. I might even consider teasing you more often during the meetings.” You reassured him, wrapping your own arms around him and falling asleep in his arms.

[fantasydreamland]

Sorceress

legolas greenleaf x fem reader

Summary: You join the three men on the journey to fight against Saruman, and one does not trust you. Legolas is suspicious of you and your perfection, until he admits to himself those feelings were just masking his true feelings that he had quickly developed for you.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, enemies to lovers, angst, violence/minor gore in battle scene, alcohol consumption, p in v, fingering, oral (m&f), masturbation (m), fluff, possible spoilers

Word count: 6k

(I got a little carried away with this one)

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“She is going to help us.” Aragorn says as he, Legolas and Gimli sit at a table inside the inn while they wait for your arrival. “She is supposed to be a great sorceress. We need her.”

“We cannot trust some old woman we do not even know. Why can we not simply go without her?” Legolas questions with furrowed brows.

The idea of a stranger joining them on their journey left him feeling extremely uneasy.

“Who told you I was an old woman?” They hear a voice behind them.

You lower your hood as the inn door closes behind you. You walk towards the men and they stand to greet you. You give a friendly smile to Aragorn whom you had just recently met and agreed to assist. Legolas’s eyes go wide in surprise as he takes you in. You appeared young and basically flawless, nearly elvish beauty but something even more rare. You had piercing purple eyes and beautiful porcelain skin. Below your cloak your long purple dress clung to your figure, Legolas had to clear his throat to force himself to stop staring.

As Aragorn goes to speak Legolas says- “Forgive me, my lady.” He bows his head. “I simply cannot trust someone I do not know. And I find it rather odd that the other sorcerers I have known appeared quite old in age yet you look remarkably young.”

“Well, I do not trust you either yet. We have only just met after all… And I doubt you have ever met a female sorceress.” You give him a catty smile. “The concept of eternal youth should not seem that odd to you, elf.”

“Hey now.” Gimli cuts in.

“I did not mean any offence, sir.” You turn to the dwarf before turning your gaze back to Legolas. “I have a great admiration for the elves. They can be quite impressive.”

Legolas fought his lips curling into a smile as your eyes remained deeply connected for a moment.

You all sat down at the table and started quietly discussing the plans. Legolas’s eyes kept drifting towards you anytime important information was mentioned, still untrusting of this (beautiful) stranger before him.

**********

Legolas continued to keep a close eye on you, still unsure if he could trust you. He is always skeptical of strangers but there was something too enchanting about you. He felt bewitched every time your eyes would meet. You were too perfect, no one is that perfect.

“We should take the passage through the cave here.” You say pointing to a spot on the map that you and your three companions were hovered over.

“It would be safer to go around. We have no idea what lurks in that cave.” Legolas responds.

“Perhaps, but it will take us three times as long.” You gently argue as Legolas gives you a scowl in response. “Besides, I have passed through it once before. We should be fine but we will remain on our guard for any surprises.”

“Surprises?” Legolas retorts. “How do we know this is not some trap you have set for us?”

“Legolas.” Aragorn says firmly.

“What? I am sorry but this all seems far too suspicious for my taste. How do we know she is not working for Saruman?” Legolas continues with frustration as his eyes go back and forth between you and Aragorn. You just stare at him blankly. “Why is she helping us so willingly if she is not a spy meant to trick us? I do not trust her!”

“I am helping you to fight against Saruman because like all of you I do not wish to see this world destroyed by evil.” You state sternly, tears beginning to fill your eyes that were firmly focused on Legolas. “If you cannot find a way to trust me we are doomed… But if that is not enough, and you remain convinced I am just some horrible evil witch, I will figure out some other way on my own and leave you all alone…”

Legolas simply stares at you in surprise, not quite sure how to respond.

“You may let me know your thoughts in the morning.” You say before he can respond, with a slight shake in your voice as you fight back tears. “I’m turning in for the night.”

And just like that, you walk off without another word or ‘goodnight’ to anyone. Legolas feels a sinking ache his stomach. He could tell you were genuinely hurt by what he said and he felt quite guilty about it now. You had not truly given him a real reason to mistrust you so deeply. He just believed you were too good to be true. Too perfect. Maybe deep down he was simply trying to mask the unwanted feelings he was quickly developing.

“I am going to turn in as well.” Legolas says lowly to Aragorn and Gimli. “Goodnight.”

He walks off to his room which was directly across from yours. His heart and feet stop at the sad sound of you crying in your room. His advanced hearing could hear your soft sobs through your door, though you were clearly trying to remain unheard. Another wave of guilt washed over him.

He felt a magnetic pull towards your door and was nearly about to knock before deciding against it. He retires to his own room instead, unable to find any rest as you overtook all of his thoughts.

**********

The next morning Legolas was quick to rise. He was eager to see you and apologize profusely. He waited anxiously at the table you had been at last night. After some time, his head perked up at the sound of feet approaching from the hallway. His expression quickly sunk when he saw Aragorn and Gimli come around the corner.

“Do you know if (y/n) is awake?” Legolas asks.

“Ay, she is awake.” Gimli responds, giving a knowing side eye to Aragorn, making Legolas raise his brow at them.

“Her room is empty…” Aragorn says hesitantly, avoiding direct eye contact with Legolas. “She must have left in the night.”

“All because you could not keep your mouth shut!” Gimli points out.

“Gimli.” Aragorn says sternly.

The dwarf grumbles an apology. Legolas hardly pays any attention to the insult or the apology as his mind races from the news of you being suddenly gone. He feels sick to his stomach, not completely sure why your absence affected him so deeply. As he goes to say something the inn door opens and you walk inside, your hood up and your bag at your side.

“Forgive me, I was restless this morning and went for an early walk.” You say blankly to the men at the table as you walk over to them.

Legolas lets out a quiet breath of relief. The feelings he had thinking you had left just proved how badly he wanted you to stay with them, with him.

“I trust you have made your decision?” You ask Legolas directly.

“I have.” He stands from his chair. “I have decided to trust you.” He states.

“Oh!” You say in slight surprise. “Well, I suppose that is good then...”

Legolas raises a brow at your dry tone, you notice.

“I was expecting a much different response.” You explain.

“Please forgive me, my lady.” Legolas gently takes your hand in his, you let him. “My behaviour last night was unbecoming of me and you did not deserve that. You have given no reason to earn such disrespect. I am truly sorry.”

Your slightly pursed lips curl into a pleased smile. This was not what you were anticipating at all. You truly thought he despised you. You assumed it had already been decided last night that he would certainly choose to be rid of you. You did not know that he actually had made his decision last night, it was just not the choice you expected. You were oddly relieved as you realized you not only didn’t want to part from the crew, but you did not want to part from Legolas.

“You do not understand how glad I am to hear that.” You smile to him.

He smiles back and places a kiss to the back of your hand before letting go.

“Well then, the adventure continues!” You say to the group of men before you all continue your journey.

**********

Legolas was quite impressed seeing you in battle. Your powers were incredible but what blew him away was how skilled you were with a blade. You stuck closed together during the fight, like magnets. There were multiple times you pulled a brave move that saved his life and he, yours.

One attack had you knocked on your back. You fought hard, pushing against your enemies dagger that was getting closer and closer to your throat. You were too exhausted to use any more magic to save you, your life flashed before your eyes when the tip of the dagger touched your skin. Suddenly, the enemy lets out a pained scream and you see the tip of a sword sticking out of its eye, it’s blood splattered on your already blood coated face. You see Legolas standing over you as he kicks the enemy to the side so he fell to the ground and not on top of you. He reaches his hand out and pulls you up.

“Thank you.” You pant.

“No problem.” He pants back, both of you exhausted from battle.

After the battle you all began to flee back to your meeting spot. You climb on your horse and go to Legolas’s side.

“Climb up!” You call down to him.

“I need to find Arod!” He calls back.

“He is safe! Gimli already took him!”

“That little…” He snarls. “Alright, let me steer!”

“Just get on!” You shake your head at him.

He climbs on behind you, the saddle forcing your bodies to press closely together. You ride off and the friction between you in the saddle begins causing a panic to rise in Legolas as his member quickly hardens behind you. He tries hard to concentrate on absolutely anything else but with your butt bouncing and pushing up against him as you rode, it made it impossible. He prayed to the gods that you would not notice but you were secretly smirking to yourself as you clearly felt something hard pressed against your backside. You casually push into him even more as you continue your journey, your cheeks quickly heating at his desire for you.

**********

You rest and celebrate from battle at a nearby inn. Gimli boldly challenges Legolas to a drinking contest. Several mugs of ale later the dwarf was piss drunk laughing loudly.

“I feel something…” Legolas suddenly says, lifting his hand and rubbing his fingers together. “A slight tingle in my fingers… I think it’s affecting me.”

Gimli cheers loudly, raising another cup as they both continue to drink. After some time Gimli lays passed out on the table and Legolas is stumbling towards where you stood against the wall with your now empty cup.

“You seem to be having fun?” You smirk at him.

“Quite.” He smirks back, a drunk smile stuck on his face. “Do you think you could point me to the direction of my rooom?” He slightly slurs.

You chuckle at him. “Come now, I am heading back to mine as well.”

He follows you down the dimly lit hallways of endless doors and couldn’t help but continuously glance in your direction. He was too busy drinking with Gimli that he hadn’t noticed earlier just how revealing your dress was. The purple fabric wrapped around your body in a way that left your back and arms fully exposed. The sight of the few freckles scattered across your back made his cheeks heat, though that could also be from all the ale. The dress was long and flowed openly as you walked, briefly exposing your bare legs underneath. Then his eyes slowly wandered up to the low cut V of your dress, revealing a sinful amount (he thought) of your large breasts. He felt a jolt go down his spine and shoot directly to his member.

You stopped suddenly and his eyes met yours.

“We are here.” You say a little awkwardly, gesturing to your rooms that sat across from each other at the very end of the halls.

His cheeks darken, unsure how much of his gaze you had caught.

“Goodnight, Legolas.” You smile before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

You turn towards your door when his hand grabs yours.

“(y/n)…” He says in a whisper, leaning in closer to you as your hands remain connected.

“Yes?” You whisper back, eyes searching his.

“I am not sure when I will have the courage again to say this…” He says as his other hand cups your cheek, causing your heart to race. “I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And the most interesting, kind, wild, and courageous woman I have ever met.”

You can’t help the wide grin that spreads across your face at his words. Before you have time to respond he closes the space between you and captures your lips in a searing kiss. It was deeply passionate, hungry. Your hands cling to his shirt as you kiss him back desperately, happily letting his tongue slip into your mouth. His hand moves into your hair as he pushes you back up against the wall. His lips fall to your neck, kissing and sucking gently.

“Legolas…” You breathe.

The sound of his name softly falling from your lips like that just spurred him on. His lips continue to ravish your neck and move down your chest as his hand grabs at your breast. A soft moan escapes you and the need for him fills your veins like fire. You wanted him so badly… but not like this.

“Legolas…” You whisper again, this time gently pulling him off you. “I think we should slow down…”

“Yes. Sorry. Yes, you’re right. I am sorry. I should not have-“ He stutters a bit anxiously.

“No! No. You have no reason to apologize.” You say reassuringly.

“I should not have assumed-“

“Legolas.” You say firmly, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I want you. I want you much more than I would care to admit… But when, or if, that moment happens… I want us both to be fully in the right state of mind.”

“Yes… you are right.” His hand covers the one on his cheek. “I would also like to be able to ravish you… fully.” He gives you a devilish smirk as his eyes drift from your lips back to your eyes.

His words make you blush and he watches as you bite your lower lip. It took both of you all of your will power to finally pull away.

“Goodnight, (y/n).” He says, taking your hand to place a kiss upon it.

“Goodnight, Legolas.” You give a blushing smirk before you turn to walk into your room.

Your eyes meet his a final time as you both go to close your doors. No words are said but the look between you was an unspoken promise for later.

Sleep was difficult to find as your mind races thinking of the steamy kiss you had just shared with Legolas. The thought of your tongues intertwined, his sinful mouth all over your neck and chest. You had a taste of each other and now the desire for him was driving you absolutely mad.

Legolas was in no better shape. The alcohol began to fade from his system but he still felt drunk on the memory of your lips on his. His hard member pressed angerly against his trousers. He couldn’t help himself. He would blame the blinding lust on the alcohol later, when he was completely sober and trying to reason his actions. For now, he shoved shame aside and pulled his aching cock out and began slowly stroking himself. His hand speeds up as intoxicating visions of you flash in his mind. Your revealed skin, the freckles on your back and your long pale legs. His lips on your sinfully exposed chest. The soft gasps and moans that slipped from your perfect lips. What finally pushed him over the edge was your voice ringing in his ears ‘Legolas… Legolas…’ Your soft whispers of his name had his release shooting across his stomach as a choked out moan escapes him.

He cleans up for bed and rest finds him surprisingly fast after that. His dreams were filled with nothing but images of you.

**********

A loud rumble of thunder wakes Legolas in the night. His mind instantly begins to race at the memory of the steamy kiss you had shared just outside the door. He could not resist the strong magnetic force pushing him to go and see you. After several minutes of debate he throws off the blankets, revealing his shirtless upper half and heads towards the door.

He quietly closes his door behind him before stepping towards yours. He was desperate to see you but also did not want to wake you if you happened to be sleeping through the loud thunder continuing outside. He knocks lightly on the door, not to wake you if you were asleep but loud enough you would hear if you were awake.

His heart stops as he hears your footsteps getting closer and watches as the door slowly opens.

“Legolas?” You ask in a sleepy whisper, peaking out the door.

“Apologies my lady, I hope I did not wake you.” He responds quietly, careful not to wake anyone else in the nearby rooms.

“No, the thunder woke me… Though I have hardly been able to sleep.”

You try to ignore the heat pooling between your legs at the sight of his bare toned upper body and his rarely loose hair tucked messily behind his pointed ears. You also notice his eyes scan over your form. He nearly lost all restraint right then and there, at the sight of your nipples poking through your thin night dress.

Before you could ask what he was doing at your door in the middle of the night he says in a whisper- “I could not stop thinking about you...”

You can’t help but smile as your eyes connect, electricity sparking silently between you.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you either…” You say lowly. “Do you… do you want to come in?”

Legolas smirks and nods before boldly capturing your lips and walking you both into the room as he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Are you certain?” You ask him in a pant, breaking the kiss. He knew exactly what you were referring to.

He knew he was certainly not in his right mind with the way you haunted his thoughts. But he knew he was now completely sober and knew for certain this is what he wanted. You were what he desperately wanted.

“I am certain.” He responds, looking deep into your eyes. “Are you…?”

You nod a little too eagerly, making him chuckle. He kisses you again and you both make your way over to the bed. You boldly pull your night dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed before him. You watch his breath catch and fire flicker behind his eyes as he takes you in.

“Lay down…” He says in a seductive whisper.

You don’t hesitate for even a second before getting into bed. He quickly climbs over top of you and leans in. A nearly silent moan escapes you at the feeling of your breasts pressed against his bare skin. His lips hover just above yours as your noses brush.

“You are… exquisite.” He whispers before capturing your lips again.

This kiss is much more slow, tender. Like he’s savouring every second and every reaction from you. Each gentle flick of his tongue against yours calculated and deliberate. His lips move to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and then sucking harshly.

“Legolas! You are going to leave a mark…” You yell in a whisper.

“Good. Then everyone will know who you belong to.” He says in a husky voice against your neck.

His words send a shiver through your entire being. He continues his light torture on your skin, sucking and gently nipping his way down your collarbone. Once he reaches your chest he does not hesitate to take your breast into his mouth. You moan as his warm tongue circles around your nipple, he moves to the other breast to do the same before kissing down your stomach, your breathing now rising and falling frantically.

“Tell me if you wish for me to stop…” He says in a rough, deep voice that you had never heard from him before.

You shook your head at him. Having him stop was the very last thought on your mind. He gives you a devilish smirk before his mouth moves down onto your core. You gasp loudly as his tongue instantly begins working against your clit. Your fingers bury into his silky white hair as soft whimpers escape you.

He slowly slides in his long slender finger, testing you before he adds a second. The way he begins to curl his fingers inside you as his tongue relentlessly works at your pearl has you crying out his name. You were grateful for the loud rain and rumbling thunder masking your moans while Aragorn was sleeping in just the next room.

Legolas subconsciously begins grinding against the bed as he continues ravishing you, his achingly hard member screaming to be released. His fingers work faster as he feels your beautiful thighs tighten around his head, warning him how close you are. With a final cry out you come undone, pulsing against his fingers and soaking his face.

He pulls away and you look down at him, his glistening face between your legs, messy hair, cocky smirk and heavy lustful eyes staring into yours. You felt like you could come again just from the sight of him.

You pull him to you and kiss him hungrily, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I need you inside me, please.” You pant, you could not wait a moment longer to have him.

He growls at your words as you reach for the hem of his trousers. His pants are quickly thrown to the floor and he lets out a shaky breath as your delicate fingers wrap around his length. He glides his tip against your core making you gasp. He smirks to himself before pushing into you. You let out a relieved moan in tandem, both of your mouths dropping open. Legolas stills inside you for a moment, the feeling of your warmth wrapped tightly around him had his head completely spinning.

“Legolas…” You pant.

He looks deeply into your purple eyes and the connection of it makes your heart skip a beat. He presses his lips to yours before sliding out and thrusting back into you. You moan into his mouth as he does it again while continuing to chase your tongue with his. His lips move to your neck as he gradually increases his speed. He can’t help the moans and grunts that escape him.

“Gods (y/n)… you feel fucking incredible.” He groans against your ear, causing goosebumps all over your skin.

You could not remember if you had ever even heard him curse before. You moan loudly in response. Suddenly he sits up, falling out of you causing you to whine from the sudden loss. He lifts your legs onto his shoulders before leaning down and plunging back into you. You cry out and he begins pounding into you relentlessly. The new angle and merciless speed quickly makes you see stars. Your mind goes completely blank other than his name and the amazing feelings he was sending throughout your body. Your nails dig hard into his biceps as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. You let out a long final moan that rings in loudly his ears. Loud enough that you were certain the thunder did not mask it.

You are completely breathless as he continues slamming into you, now chasing his own release. He lets your legs fall back down to his waist, wrapping around him. Another orgasm creeps up and threatens to overtake you.

“Fu-ck!” Legolas moans loudly as he spills into you, the intensity of it making him dizzy.

You moan loudly with him as he triggers your release once again. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and pull him deeper into you as he fills you with his seed.

He rolls over, crashing onto the bed beside you. You both lay there facing the ceiling panting, trying to catch your breath and bring your minds back down to earth.

“Wow… that was… wow.” Legolas says between heavy breaths.

You let out a breathless chuckle in response. He pulls you in close and you cuddle up to him. He places a kiss on your head and softly plays with your hair as you peacefully fall asleep.

**********

The next morning you wake and look to Legolas with a mischievous idea in your mind. You could not stop replaying last nights events in your head. But there was one thing you realized you had not done. With that in mind, you slowly pull the blanket down his body, revealing his morning wood. You begin to place soft kisses all the way down his stomach, making him slightly squirm under your lips.

“What are you doing?…” Legolas mumbles sleepily.

“What does it look like I am doing?” You smirk at him before sucking on his tip, causing him to let out a sound between a gasp and a moan.

His heavy lidded eyes meet yours and his mouth parted, already breathing heavily.

“Do you want me to stop?” You pull away teasingly.

“Gods no.” He breathes before placing his hand on your head, gently urging you back down.

You smirk to yourself before you take him fully into your mouth, forcing a loud groan to escape him. You continue to bob your head, taking him fully down your throat. Legolas’s mind was completely blurred, all he could think of right now was beautiful, magnificent, you… and the feeling of his cock slamming against the back of your beautiful throat. Your actions quickly bringing him to his release.

“Gods (y/n), I’m going to-“ He chokes out.

Just then there’s a loud knock at the door. You pull your mouth off him with a ‘pop’ and look to the door then at Legolas, concern on your face.

“(Y/n)? Are you awake?” Aragorn calls from behind the door and you hear Gimli mutter something else to him.

“Ignore them.” Legolas urges in a desperate whisper, cupping your cheek with his hand. “They’ll go away if they think you are still sleeping. Just… ugh, please do not stop.”

You smirk and give him a small nod before taking him into your mouth once more. Legolas tries to hide his soft moans as his fingers tightened in your hair. He was so, so, close.

Another loud knock. You ignore it and continue bringing him towards the edge.

“(Y/n)?” Aragorn calls again. “Sorry to disturb you, but we cannot find Legolas. His things are still in his room but we cannot find him anywhere. We are worried something may have happened.”

“Oh for fucks sake...” Legolas huffs and storms out of bed, grabbing the sheet to wrap around his naked waist.

You watch from bed as he stomps over to the door, pulling the other blanket up to your chest to hide your exposed body. He swings open the door and you see Aragorn flinch in surprise as he takes in Legolas’s half naked form wrapped in a crumpled white sheet and an annoyed look plastered on his face.

“Legolas? I- I-“ Aragorn stutters and then spots over Legolas’s shoulder you lying in the bed, peaking at them both from under the blanket. “I- I am sorry… Just, um, come meet us at the bar when you are, done- I mean, ready…”

Legolas simply nods, trying to bite back a smile and keep a stern face until they were out of sight.

“Well, that solves that mystery!” Gimli laughs loudly once the door is shut.

Legolas makes his way back to you with a smirk.

“Well, that was incredibly awkward.” You chuckle and get up from the bed, leaving the blanket behind. “I suppose we should get ready.”

Legolas’s eyes flicker with fire as he takes in your naked body now standing right in front of him.

“As they said, we will meet them when we are done…” He says lowly.

He lets the sheet around his waist drop to the floor and your eyes glance down to his hard member before meeting his eyes again. The raw desire in his eyes causes fire to spread throughout your body.

He grabs both of your cheeks and pulls you into a passionate hungry kiss. You whimper at the intensity. He quickly flips you around and leads you back over to the bed.

“On your knees, love.” He whispers sensually in your ear, causing you to shiver with goosebumps, his hardness pressing against your back.

You follow his instructions and get onto the bed on your knees. You bend forward, giving him perfect access to you. He growls at the sight before him. You feel his hands grab your butt and hips. He shoves himself into you and you yelp out a moan. He wastes no time and starts a fast and relentless pace.

“My love…” He pants. “I- I cannot last long.”

You had brought him so close to sweet release with your mouth only moments ago, before you were interrupted, and it was making it impossible for him to last any longer. He was fighting hard to hold back at the very edge waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, my love. Come for me...” You breathe.

Hearing those words in your enchanting voice pushes him right over the edge and he finally lets go of the last thread of restraint. He grunts loudly as he comes deep inside you, his head thrown back and his fingers digging hard into your hips.

He rests against your back for a moment as he catches his breath. He pulls out and you both quickly get cleaned up and dressed. You made sure to choose a high cut dress to hide the many love marks that were spread across your neck and collarbones.

“Ready?” You smile at him.

“No.” He smirks and pulls you close against him.

He kisses you, gentle and slow. His tongue lightly glides over yours only once, before he places a final kiss to your lips and pulls away.

“I wish to stay in this room with you all day and night...” He gently pulls the neckline of your dress down to reveal your skin, before softly kissing your neck, following the trail of marks he had left last night.

“Mmm.” You hum. “I wish for that too…”

It takes all your strength to pull away from him as he nips at the sensitive spot on your neck. Your hooded eyes meet his and he watches as you bite your lip, which causes even more desire to fill him.

“But we cannot…” You sigh, eyes still connected intensely.

“You are right…” He sighs back, reluctantly pulling away from you.

He grabs his things from his room as you gather your own things and head out together.

**********

Aragorn and Gimli were waiting at a table in the bar area of the inn, just where they said they’d be.

“It’s about time!” Gimli calls loudly, Aragorn nudges him to be quiet.

“Apologies gentleman.” You say shyly as you sit down at the table.

Legolas sits in the empty chair across from you and you felt your stomach tighten when your eyes meet. You could hardly focus on what Aragorn and Gimli were discussing. Your mind swirled with the pleasure you had just shared only minutes ago and all the wild memories of last night. The feel of him, the look of his body, the taste of it, his pleasured facial expressions, his moans and sighs… it all flooded your mind. You tried to snap back to reality and focus but your eyes met his again and you could tell by the fire in them and the slight smirk creeping in the corner of his mouth, he was thinking about all of the same things you were.

You bite your lip trying to fight back your own knowing smirk. The action catches his attention and you watch his eyes look from your lips back to your eyes, somehow with even more fire behind them. There were unspoken words behind his gaze that you understood. All he was thinking about right now was being inside of you again and taking you right here on this table. And your lustful stare back at him told him that is exactly what you wanted too.

“Could you please stop eye-fucking eachother? We have important things to discuss!” Gimli yells with a laugh, startling you back to reality.

“We weren’t-“ You clear your throat, choking back the embarrassment. “Sorry. Please continue.”

Legolas simply smirks and shrugs. You both turn in your seats to fully face Aragorn and Gimli as they repeat the plans you missed. For a quick moment you dared to glance at Legolas again and when his eyes met yours, they were full of heated promises for later when you could finally be alone again.

**********

Later that night you find yourself tangled in the sheets with one another. He enters you for the second time that night.

“I have to ask you something.” He mumbles against your ear as he spoons you from behind.

“What is it?” You breathe out as he continues to slowly move in and out of you.

“Did you use some kind of spell… or magic on me?… Because the way I feel about you… the way you completely consume my mind… and my body…” He says between slow thrusts, placing a gentle nip to your neck. “I feel bewitched.”

You chuckle shyly, the confession of his feelings making your heart soar. You turn around, making him slip out of you. He whines at the loss of your warmth but then your lips find his in a fierce kiss as you move to straddle him.

“I did not use any magic on you, my love.” You mumble against his lips.

You grind against his length, causing his hands to grab onto your hips.

“Though, every time our eyes meet…” You say as your eyes meet intensely. “I feel bewitched by you.”

“I feel like I am in a trance whenever I am near you. Your eyes, your lips, your wicked mind, even your scent… You-“ His words are cut off with a groan as you sink down onto his cock. “-intoxicate me.” He chokes out the last words.

**********

You could not get enough of one another. You were all over each other every chance you got to be alone, whether it was time for bed or you had a moment to sneak off somewhere. Aragorn and Gimli could hardly stand to be around you both sometimes with the sexual tension constantly bubbling between you two. But it was not just the sexual desire and lust… the romance, gentleness and love that you shared between you was just as intoxicating as any of it. You fell deeply for your handsome male elf and he fell deeply in love with his beautiful sorceress.

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[sachiko6243]

You shall have me

Summary: After a long and draining day, Legolas takes care of his girl in the most pleasurable way he knows...

Word count: 3048

Warnings: smut with some plot, oral, rougher sex, Dom! Legolas, sub! reader, mentioning of poly, Legolas being a tease. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!

This is part of a fanfiction I write on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as I am almost finished with updating it. 😉🥰

He took me out of Haldirs arms, pulling me into a tight hug. “God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his soft floral sent, that was so different to Haldirs strong sent of pine. Behind me, I could hear Haldir move around, seeing him vanish out of the door out of the corner of my eye. I knew it was his way of giving me and Legolas some well needed privacy.

The ellon holding me, immediately picked me up and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. Legolas narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

Legolas dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Hot breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low grumble against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Legolas collar, saying: "And you shall have me, however you wish to have me."

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all warm, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried like those times in the middle of the night, when I helped him sneak into Haldir and my bedroom. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly meleth.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Legolas grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his warm breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. Like Haldir, he was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, nin iell.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he wasn’t the one to demand things from me, leaving the rougher part to Haldir. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, ablet to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me, meleth.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Legolas…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 3000 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being married to another man. Forced to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Legolas…”

“Please what, melui iell?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Holy shit, melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.  

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Legolas!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over my all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” It was weird telling him what I needed, having never spoken to him during sex other than the occasional begging, but it made me feel brave and…sexy. Legolas let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Do you need me, too?" I asked, my hand fingering the hem of his tunic. Where was this braveness coming from? I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. He was tall and lean, like most elves were. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "Is it me that's gotten you like this? Or your husband?" He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words when he included Haldir. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"I am more than ready to fuck you in front of him, too, if you want me to." He said, his voice a tad gentler. "I would fuck you in my father’s throne room to claim you." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have you walk back here. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Legolas…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, and taking their place was his cock. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, and I relished in it. Relished in the way Legolas balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripped his biceps, as my nails dug into his flesh. Legolas thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Legolas. Body and soul." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it is more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Legolas…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of elvish curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“My prince…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly.  “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty petal, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Legolas!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?”

A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?”

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into baby blue hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Legolas fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse in his mother tongue, as fresh, red marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my princess.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It’s all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtaking my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by all elves of Mirkwood.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Legolas being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, meleth nin.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface and a second warm body cuddling behind me. The smell of pine filled my nose and I immediately relaxed. “Haldir…” I whimpered, trying to turn around, but he firmly held me in place. “Shh, nin iell. Its alright. Sleep now. We are here.” Closing my eyes, I registered Legolas climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, Haldir pressed against my back.

[generalkenobee]

Imagine being a painter and Legolas is your muse

Your paint brush ran slowly along your white canvas as your eyes flickered from your elf back down to the undone painting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" and it was true, that's why you wanted to paint him, you wanted to be able to take in every small detail of his face and body.

Legolas would be sooo nervous the whole time, looking away whenever you'd look back up at him. Feeling the tips of his pointed ears becoming hot.

"I just need you to sit still for maybe another 25 minutes ok? You're doing so good"

And when you do show him the painting you'd spent weeks on? He's over the moon. He doesn't even say anything the first time he sees it because he's speechless, completely astounded at the work of art in front of him.

"do you not like it?" You asked with wide eyes feeling the nerves start to boil in your lower belly. Legolas looked up at you with his eyes now wide too. "No! No I-I.." he took a breath bringing his eyes back to yours. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.."

[cowboybeepboop]

idk if you do anything revolving around legolas but if you do, could you do some soft/romantic legolas smut? i would be eternally grateful, im so down bad for him and im running out of fics to read 😭

Pairing: Legolas x fem! Elf Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Word count: 3.3k

a/n: i didn’t proofread what so ever and also i wrote this in barely any time so 😣 but i hope you enjoy 

Legolas smiled as he spotted you, his friend, he always felt a sense of peace with you, you’re the only person who was allowed to see his more relaxed side. The elf made his way over to you and crossed his arms.

“How are you today?” Legolas asked with a smile.

“I am quite well.” You turn to face him, your hair falling over your shoulder. “How are you, my prince?”

He chuckled quietly at the formal nickname you called him for a joke. “Please don’t call me that.”

Legolas smirked as he picked up a strand of your hair in his fingers, gently twirling it against his fingertips.

“Does it bother you?” You question, stepping closer to him ever so slightly.

He chuckled quietly again, trying to ignore the slight blush that spread across his face as you stepped closer. 

“You know it bothers me,” Legolas said in a fake annoyed tone. He slowly pulled the strand of your hair, bringing you even closer until you stood only a few inches apart from him. He gently pushed the strand behind your shoulder so it was no longer hiding your face.

“My Mellon, have you met some of the elves here?” You question, feeling his touch ghost over your cheek. “The guards are quite nice.”

Legolas chuckled slightly, continuing to brush his fingers against your cheek as he spoke. “Yes, I’ve met some of them”

His eyes darted to the guards you had mentioned, and he couldn’t help but think about the way they looked at you, the jealousy he felt grew. The prince knew that no matter how oblivious you are, you were incredibly beautiful.

You smile towards one of them, who has a watchful eye on you. “Shall we walk together?” You look at the prince in front of you, expression soft.

Legolas’s hand dropped from your cheek when he noticed the guard looking at you, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful star in Middle Earth.

The feeling of jealousy coursed through the prince, but he swallowed it down and put on a smile as he looked back at you. “Yes, of course, we can walk together.”

Legolas watched as you walked ahead of him. The way your hips swayed gently from side to side as you walked elegantly through the halls, he could not help but think how graceful you were as you were completely unaware of his gaze.

“You seem to enjoy the company of those guards.” He said in a low voice, trying not to sound jealous.

“They are intriguing, much different than what I am used to.” You murmur, “One even offered to braid my hair, do you think he did well?”

Legolas’s eyes darkened as you mentioned the guard offering to braid your hair. He almost growled at the thought of the guard’s hands on you, but he quickly composed himself.

“Let me see.” He said quietly, reaching out to your hair and pulling a lock of it gently. He looked at it for a moment before answering. “He did an adequate job.”

“Only adequate?” You question, spinning on your heel to face him. “Does it not suit me?”

Legolas looked at you as you spun around to face him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, how you were almost directly in front of him, gazing up at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer.

The prince gently took hold of one of your braids, wrapping his fingers around it as he tugged on it gently. “It suits you, almost everything does.”

“You flatter me, my prince.” Your cheeks flush a light pink as he continues to play with your hair.

Legolas’s hand slowly moved through your hair, gently pulling away the braids and undoing the work of the guard. The prince’s fingers slowly tangled in your hair as he gently pushed the hair over your shoulder, revealing more of your neck to him.

“Much better,” Legolas said quietly, looking down at you. 

“Mellon. If I did not know better  I would think that you were jealous of the guard who touched my hair.” You step back, a small smile as you look up at him.

Legolas smirked slightly, looking down at you. His gaze darkened as you spoke the truth, the guard’s touch on your hair had angered him more than he would like to admit, but he decided to deny it.

“Me? Jealous of a guard?” The prince said in an amused tone. He took a small step closer to you, placing his hands on your hips.

“Envious perhaps?” You grin, watching his expression turn irritated. He stepped even closer to you until there was only a few inches of space between you.

“Envious? Why would I be envious of a simple guard that would never be worthy of your time?” The prince said, his arms now wrapped around your waist.

“Not worthy of my time?” You press a hand to his shoulder, “Why wouldn’t he be worthy of my time?”

Legolas’s grip around your waist tightened slightly as you continued to push his Buttons. 

“He’s a guard.” The prince said, speaking lowly as if it was obvious. “He doesn’t deserve to touch your hair or even be in the same room as you, let alone have your time.”

Your continued teasing was beginning to annoy the prince, and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist had tightened.

“You don’t understand how perfect you are do you?” He said in a low voice, his eyes darkened as he looked at you. “You have no idea the power you have over others, especially over males like that guard. Men will fall to their knees, giving you whatever you ask for.”

“And would you?” You cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. “Would you give me anything I ask for?”

Legolas’s expression softened as you cupped his cheek, the feeling of your thumb against his skin made his heart skip a beat. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a second before opening them and looking at you.

“You know I would.” He said quietly, “No matter what it was, I would give it to you without a second thought.”

“Even if I requested your heart?” The words leave your lips before you even have time to think about what you are saying.

Legolas froze as the words left your lips, staring intently at you. He hadn’t been expecting you to say that, and the silence that followed your words was deafening.

He searched your eyes, looking for any hint of a joke, but he found nothing. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he gently placed a hand over yours on his cheek. 

“You already have it.” The prince whispered.

“Legolas..” you gasp, heart pounding as he holds you tight.

Legolas wrapped his other arm around you, holding you close against his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair gently, the familiar feeling of your body pressed against him, how he wanted this feeling to last forever.

“You have my heart.” He repeated, speaking again in a whisper, “You’ve had my heart for several decades.”

“As you have mine.” You press your forehead to his, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Legolas closed his eyes as you pressed your forehead to his, your touch sending a shiver down his spine. He was glad that the corridor was deserted, the only sound in the hallway was yours and his own breathing.

He brought one of his hands up, wrapping it in your hair softly, as the other continued to hold you against him. “For how long?” The prince asked quietly, his lips close to yours.

“For as long as I can recall.” You trace mindless patterns into his skin, pressing your lips to his jawline.

“You will be the death of me, you know that?” The prince said in a low voice, the feeling of your lips against his skin was almost too much.

He leaned in closer, his breath gently ghosted over your face, he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to yours. He wanted to pull you even closer until there was zero space between you.

You step back, cheeks flushed as you realize the compromised position you’re in. 

Legolas almost let out a whimper at the loss of contact as you stepped back, his hand falling from your waist and he looked at you.

He let out a chuckle at the sight of your flushed cheeks and the realization of your position. “We better stop now, or I might not be able to control myself.” The prince said in a low voice.

“Perhaps we shall retire to your bed quarters.” You reach for his hand, pulling him with you down the hall.

A smirk formed on Legolas’s lips when you spoke, and he let you pull him down the hall. He followed you wordlessly, allowing you to lead him to his bed quarters.

He was acutely aware of the way you were holding his hand as you pulled him through the halls, the touch of your skin against his was almost driving him insane.

When the two of you reached Legolas’s bed quarters, he gently used his other hand to open the door for you before following you in.

He shut the door behind them quietly, and almost instantly you were pushed back against the wall, the prince’s body pressing against yours.

“My love,” you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. Legolas leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment at the feeling of your fingers on his skin. He relished the feeling, the warmth of your body against his, the feeling of your hands against his face.

The elf opened his eyes again and looked down at you, his hands moved to your hips, gripping onto them as if you were an anchor keeping him grounded. “My love.” He repeated quietly.

You smile in response, pulling his face to yours, and pressing a kiss to his lips. Your fingers brush against the sensitive tips of his ears.

Legolas inhaled sharply as you pulled his face closer to yours, every touch of your body against his set fire to his skin.

A low gasp escaped his lips as you pressed a kiss to his lips, and another as your fingers lightly touched his ears. The prince’s hands squeezed slightly at your hips involuntarily, pulling your body even closer to his. He was struggling to control himself.

The prince tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed you tighter against the wall. One of his legs pushed between your thighs, making it almost impossible for you to separate from him.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. He needed to taste you.

You moaned as his knee made contact with the warmth between your legs. Lips parting and allowing for his tongue to slip in. 

Legolas could feel the warmth in between your thighs as his knee pressed in, and he had to hold himself back from pressing his thigh even harder into it.

The sound of your moan only fueled him further. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth, tasting you, mapping out every inch.

One of his hands moved, trailing up your body slowly, his fingers lightly caressing your skin as they went.

Legolas leaned back, panting slightly as he looked down at you. The sight of you, breathless and flushed from the kiss, took his breath away. And the prince was determined to see more of it.

His hand moved from your hip, gently grabbing your chin and tilting it up to look at him. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Legolas asked, his voice low.

“You undo me, my darling.” You pull him close, peppering kisses onto his neck.

Legolas let out a shaky exhale as you pulled him close, your lips against his skin were sending his brain into overdrive. He let his head fall back, giving you more space to kiss his neck. 

“My dear..” he mumbled quietly, his eyes squeezing shut. “Please, if you carry on like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Then do not stop yourself..” you guide him to the bed, pushing him to sit on the edge.

The prince stumbled backward as you pushed him towards the bed, sitting on the edge as you guided him. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

Legolas quickly grabbed you by the hips, pulling you down so you were sat on his lap, straddling him. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin almost too hard. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I need you like the air I breathe.” You whisper, moving your hips down against his. “I have never been more sure of anything. Please, my prince, do not hold back.”

The prince's eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to set the room alight as he stared into yours, the passion in his gaze leaving no room for doubt. With a groan, he claimed your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce hunger that had been building for centuries. 

His hands roamed up your body, slipping under your dress to feel the warmth of your bare skin, his thumbs brushing over the soft curves of your breasts. You could feel his need for you, as he held you tightly, his body trembling slightly beneath yours. 

His touch was both tender and possessive as if he was afraid that if he didn't hold on tight enough, you would slip away from him again. As you kissed, Legolas's hands worked on the laces of your dress, eager to see more of the beauty hidden beneath. 

You moaned into his mouth as the fabric loosened, allowing him to explore further. The elf's hands moved with the grace of a master archer, yet the urgency in his touch was anything but refined. He was starved for you, and he meant to feast.

Legolas's self-control snapped like a bowstring drawn too taut, and he ravished you with a fervor that was both fierce and gentle, his movements driven by a hunger that had lain dormant for eons. 

His kisses grew deeper, more demanding as he pulled your dress away, revealing the softness of your skin. His hands explored every inch of you, as if he needed to relearn the landscape of your body, to claim it as his own once again. 

He groaned into your mouth as he felt your skin against his, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through his body. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer still, until there was no space left between you, until it was as if you were one being, bound together by passion and love. 

You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, matching the erratic rhythm of your own. His touch was like fire, leaving a trail of desire wherever it went, and you craved more, arching into his caresses. 

The room around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment. The prince's hands tangled in your hair, angling your head back to expose the delicate line of your neck, which he kissed with an urgency that left you trembling. 

Each touch, each kiss, was a declaration of his love and need, and you responded in kind, your hands exploring the firm planes of his chest and back, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. 

Together, you tumbled onto the bed, a tapestry of limbs and fabric, the only sound in the room the ragged breaths and murmurs of desire.

Legolas’s hands paused for a moment, feeling the weight of the moment, as he gazed into your eyes, filled with love and a gentle yearning. He laid you back onto the soft bed, his body hovering over yours, the warmth of his skin pressing against yours. 

He kissed down your neck, feeling your pulse race under his lips. His hands gently parted your legs as he positioned himself between them, his own desire evident in the way his body responded to yours. 

With trembling hands, he began to undo the last of your garments, exposing the beauty of your form to his eager eyes. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his love, laid bare before him. As he leaned over, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his breath tickling your skin, making you squirm with anticipation. 

His touch grew more urgent as he kissed along your collarbone, his hips nudging yours in a silent plea for you to open up to him fully.

With a gentle push, he entered you, the feeling of your warmth enveloping him in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head. He moaned softly, the feeling of finally being inside you almost too much to handle. 

His movements were slow at first, tender, as he didn’t want to cause you any pain, but the more you responded to him, the more he lost himself in the feeling of being one with you. Each thrust grew a little more urgent, a little more needy, as he sought to claim you fully. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled gasps and his low, guttural moans. His eyes remained locked on yours, reading every emotion that passed across your face, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you, that this was everything you wanted. 

The prince moved with the grace of an elf, yet with a passion that was unmistakably his, his love for you shining through with every movement. You could feel every inch of him, filling you up, making you feel whole again after so much pain and loneliness. 

Your body began to tremble, the pleasure building until it was a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm you.

Legolas felt your muscles tighten around him, and he knew you were close. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he quickened his pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that made the bed beneath you creak in protest. 

He whispered sweet Elvish words into your ear, promising you forever and beyond, as he pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His thumb found your clit, circling it gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. 

The prince watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your face contorting in ecstasy. And with one final, desperate push, he sent you over the edge, feeling your body shudder in release against his. 

The feeling of you coming apart in his arms was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he let out a shout of victory and love as he followed you, his own release spilling into you, mingling with your own. 

The two of you lay there, panting and intertwined, the aftershocks of passion still pulsing through your bodies. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Mellon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. “You are everything to me. I will spend eternity making sure you know just how much I love you.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked into the depths of his, a soft smile gracing your lips. “And I you, my prince. I love you more than words can ever express.”

The room was silent except for the sound of your hearts beating in unison, the first of many moments of pure bliss that would come to define your eternity together.

 Legolas held you close, his hand stroking your hair, as you both basked in the warmth of your love, feeling more connected than ever before. The outside world no longer existed for either of you, only the two of you, entwined in each other’s arms, forever bound by passion and destiny.

[gloomwitchwrites]

We Won't Be Missed

Legolas x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: mild sexual content, fade to black, kissing, sneaking away, flirting, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Dedicated to @firelightinferno

During a celebration in the Woodland Realm, Legolas suggests that the two of you sneak away for some alone time.

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Above you, the stars glimmer.

You don’t know how Legolas managed it, but the night sky is there, twinkling through pockets of canopy. Perhaps he sang to the trees, promised them sweet water or fair winds for their leaves to dance in. Whatever he did, they have opened up, revealing the dark sky and silvery bursts of light that break the inky expanse.

Smiling up at the dazzling lights, you twirl gently in a tight circle, the sheer fabric of your dress spinning with you. All around you, your fellow Elves dance by themselves or with a partner. Music plays, and there is gentle, contented laughter everywhere. It is a moment of celebration and of peace.

Warm hands grab hold of your waist but you’re not startled. Instead, you step into it, inhaling. A familiar woodsy scent fills your nostrils and then your lungs. Twisting in said grip, you find a face that you’d know anywhere.

His name hardly leaves your lips before he pulls you close.

“Legolas,” you breathe, voice nearly a sigh.

“My star,” he replies softly.

Heat creeps up your neck to inflame your cheeks. When it comes to public affection, Legolas is not one for boldness. He is typically subdued and reserved, and this singular moment is enough to surprise you.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” you compliment, gesturing outward to indicate the room.

Legolas blushes slightly under the praise.

It is true, and he should take pride in what he has accomplished. The large hall is beautifully decorated, hinting toward the oncoming summer that will draw forth warmer weather and the migrations of different creatures. The forest will shift, and new life will emerge. Everything is in bloom. Everything is earthy and rich.

“Your approval is a comfort,” he responds in that soft tone.

You turn to face Legolas completely. “But is my approval the only one you seek?”

The answer is already known to you, but you want to remind him why he’s done all this in the first place. Birthdays are not often celebrated by the Elves because time moves differently. For those who have dwelled for hundreds if not thousands of years, birthdays become insignificant. They are small memories, sometimes completely forgotten.

Yet Legolas decided to celebrate anyway. For his father.

Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm, hasn’t celebrated anything since the death of his wife. Since that time, he has been stoic and cold. There has been celebrations and other such occasions, but Thranduil has either been absent or only made a brief appearance.

This party is a surprise. A way for a son to show his father that he cares.

Legolas turns in the direction of the throne, and you follow his gaze.

Thranduil is surrounded by his people. He is talking. Animated. A gentle smile on his face. The raven-haired woman sitting beside him says something, and Thranduil laughs, his smile widening.

You haven’t seen him this expressive in years.

“Do you think I’ve made him happy?”

You turn back to Legolas who gazes upon his father. The middle of his brow is tightly pinched.

“Your father?”

Legolas hesitates and then nods, like he isn’t entirely sure his father is appreciative of his efforts. When you don’t answer, Legolas tears his gaze away from his father and gives it to you. Before you is the man you love seeking validation.

“What do you think?” you ask softly, nodding toward the throne.

Legolas sighs and then glances back at his father. As Legolas watches, his features melt from hardness to peaceful contentment.

“You’ve done well,” you say. “He is happy.”

“He is,” sighs Legolas, a dreamy look on his face.

Smiling, you rest your head against his shoulder. Legolas wraps an arm around your waist and starts to sway to the music. Time passes, the two of you simply moving together, breathing in the essence of the other.

Legolas turns his head slightly, placing a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “Would you like to slip away?”

You pull back enough to glance up at him. Legolas’ smile is a bit sultry and it immediately warms you everywhere.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask curiously.

“We won’t be missed. We should take advantage of the opportunity.”

Private moments between the two of you have been scarce. Legolas may be your betrothed, but you hardly see him. Duty comes first, and sometimes that doesn’t always include you. A few hours alone would be nice. Perfect.

“I agree,” you answer, and Legolas beams. “Lead the way, my love.”

Legolas’ smile turns into a delighted grin. Sliding your hand into his, he guides you away from the dancing bodies and past the large casks of wine. No one turns to look or to question where the two of you might be off to. There is only your hand in his, and the teasing way he stops to push you into dark corners for chaste kisses before taking off again.

This boldness is new, and you find that you like it. He leads you to his private quarters, the place that will soon by your home. When the door completely shuts, Legolas pulls you into him, arms wrapping around your body like vines.

This time, his kisses are not chaste.

They are liquid heat and from it comes a burst of fire in your chest.

“Legolas,” you murmur, a hint of need in your tone. “My love.”

He only draws back enough to look into your eyes. His eyelids are heavy like he wants to devour you. A stuttering exhale leaves him, and then Legolas is grasping the side of your face, pulling you back to him.

Your bodies are pressed close. Hands roaming.

Elves mate only once. Legolas is it for you. There is to be a ceremony, but that is just a formality. To be skin to skin, to accept him into your body, is your acceptance of him.

Legolas’ hand slips between the delicate folds of fabric to graze over your bare thigh. You inhale sharply and Legolas steals the exhalation, his tongue delving for a taste. Your dress is nothing in his hands, the sheer material bunching as he touches.

“Is this too much?” he asks, voice raspy with need.

You shake your head, fingers digging into his shoulders. “No. I want more.”

Legolas hungrily draws you back to his mouth and your heart hammers in your chest. It is so loud it is all you hear.

To seal the bond, the two of you must become one. To be bare. Open.

The ceremony is only for the people.

“I love you,” murmurs Legolas against your lips. “With all my heart and all the stars in the sky.”

You grin. “And I love you. I never wish to be apart.”

Legolas makes a little purr in his throat. It sounds like contentment. “That will no longer trouble us come the end of summer.”

“Must we wait?” you ask softly. You slide your hands off his shoulders, bringing them to the twisted straps of your dress. You pull on them, drawing them over and down your shoulders. “I do not wish to.”

Legolas’ pale skin flushes before his mind catches up. “I cannot resist when you ask this sweetly.”

“That is why I asked,” you reply, matching his tone.

The dress falls from your body landing in a pool at your feet. His sultry gaze morphs into appreciation. His fingertips lightly trace over your flesh, leaving a trailing heat behind.

“Are you certain?”

“You are my betrothed. It is not wrong to want this.”

Legolas runs the back of his knuckles down your throat and over one breast. He leans forward, and sucks the nipple into his mouth. You moan, arching into him, one hand sliding to the back of his head. His other hand delves between your thighs, and that too twists your stomach into knots.

He brings that nipple to a stiff peak, and then moves to the other, his other hand still moving between your legs. That too springs to life, and then Legolas’ mouth trails further south over your stomach. Lower still to kiss between your thighs.

You gasp. Groan. Shudder as he learns your taste and brings you to an endless sea of stars.

“You are perfect,” he nearly growls, his words drifting upward to caress.

“I am yours,” you gasp out, fingers tangling in his silky hair.

He continues to explore with his tongue, and then he’s standing before you, removing his formal tunic, shedding all this clothes to match your own bareness.

“Let us go to bed,” you murmur, palms pressing against his bare chest.

Legolas’ hands slide to the backs of your thighs. He lifts and you’re locking your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You cling to him, tasting yourself on him.

The bedsheets are cool against your back.

Legolas nuzzles the side of your face, his lips pressed against your ear as he speaks. “I shall give you no rest.”

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[iheartlegolas]

𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ pairing: legolas x fem!reader

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ warnings: alcohol consumption, smut (MDNI pls), very light breathplay/choking

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ word count: 2.9k

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ synopsis: there's no better place to be than in the bedchambers of the elven prince, as he eagerly yearns to give you a night you'll ask him to relive

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫note: it's time ! my first smut to ever be written & shared, thank u all for ur patience, please accept my apologies for posting the preview and then dipping without a trace…lol i largely underestimated my ability to write smut so i truly hope that you enjoy (and that it’s readable) ok ily bye enjoy!

The chill of the autumnal night establishes itself upon your skin, its reluctant air depriving you of warmth as you stifle a shiver that forces its way to your spine. You stand, leaning onto a tree carved into a grand pillar, concealed from the crowd's gaze with a clear view of the crisp sky in front of you. Your head turns to the elves glittering about in the grand hall, their hands holding glasses filled with wine. Elven wine. A sheepish smile finds you, the gilded rim of the glasses delivering memories of your first time of having made the soon to be realised mistake; the consumption of the potent liquid. 

Your head snaps back to the stars as recollection inches closer, taste buds reminded of its lightness and sweet taste of berries which proved to be a mere facade. Ignoring the gentle warnings Legolas whispered to you as you were handed a drink, playfully brushing them off as you welcomed the wine into your mouth. The faces of bewilderment and suppressed laughs as you drunkenly clung to the Prince all evening, plastering his neck and face with kisses, speaking incoherent nonsense into his ear, his arms catching you every time with an all too familiar ease as you tripped on air over and over again. 

Your eyes are struck by the face of the moon, feeling a shudder come over you. The moon being the only other witness to the night that followed as the Prince ended your attendance to the party prematurely—the moment you began tugging at his tunic, your whispers becoming coherent and too indiscreet for any ear not belonging to him to hear. His hands claimed you once your eager pleas were out of the average Elf's range of sight and sound, his mouth beckoning you to be quiet with his kiss. The warmth of the summer air and its moonlight draping your nude form as you laid atop his discarded tunic, a makeshift bed on the forest floor. 

You tighten the grip on your chalice filled with non alcoholic drink, the aching heat in your core daring to consume you as you recall the way his head dipped in between your thighs, his tongue softer than the moss you clutched. You sigh at his absence, pulling away from the moon's trance as an unavoidable wave of longing claims you, staring into the liquid of your drink. You bring it to your mouth, the brim of the chalice is cool on your lips as you force a swallow and your insides cringe at its lack of something stronger. Then, drinking more as your attempts to not think of him fail, your mind on the tips of his fingers grazing across your back, his eyes resting as his arms held you against his chest, his calmed heartbeat lulling you to sleep. You swallow the final sip, setting the chalice down. Thirst crawls its way back to your mouth.

The overwhelming sensation of sobriety prods at you with the sharpness of a blade.

Your memory becomes clouded with interruption as a gentle pair of arms envelop you from behind. A smile eases onto your lips as his chin rests on your shoulder, smelling traces of wine in his breath. Your shoulders relax as they lean into his embrace, "At last, the Prince has graced me with his presence." You speak with words drenched in playful sarcasm, drawing out a deep chuckle. 

"I have been searching for you." 

You turn to face him, your eyes failing to resist the temptation to become distracted by the moonlight that comfortably rests upon his porcelain skin. Seconds pass and you finally allow yourself to blink, your lips pursing with accusation, "And it appears you got lost in a wine cellar." 

His forehead inches to rest against yours, dwindling your yearning into a distant memory as he hums in response. "I've missed you." He breathes, sliding his hand from your waist to the side of your neck. You lean into his touch, his hand feeling irresistibly soft despite lifetimes of yielding his bow. 

"I must insist that you disobey the King's orders the next time he dares to pull you away from me for longer than a fortnight." You brush your lips against his, exchanging breaths. Silence fills the air, freeing you of the sounds of the King's autumnal celebration, harps echoing away from your ears. Your lips meet his—the kiss you’ve been waiting for, warm, soft. An urge strikes you and you depart from him before he grasps the opportunity to light the kiss ablaze, "Unless you'd like me to beg." 

A hand slips into the back of your neck, bringing you back to his mouth. You taste berries on his tongue as it enters your mouth. You moan into him, hands flying to grip his shoulders for strength against your weakening knees. 

The noise of the guests pull him away, his vision scanning for a pair of eyes lurking, a wandering ear to hear your desires meant only for him. A stream of cheers and refills invades the invisible shield you created for the both of you, proving to be ineffective. You tug at the thick, velvet-like material of his tunic, feeling spoiled as his face turns to yours with concern, albeit realising as he catches your parting lips, sensing your want. 

His hand reaches for yours, leading you into the dimly lit forest on a path most familiar. You trail behind him, his quickening pace and strong grip failing to pay any notice to the fallen leaves that stick to the silken material of your dress, the thorns from the bushes tearing almost too easily into the delicate cloth. The path brightens as you near a reentrance to the Elven King's halls, the forest pathway discreetly allowing the quickest way to your destination. Footfalls become more hurried as you smile with glee, a fistful of your dress clenches in your hand to prevent a fall into the moistened ground. You yelp above a tree vein with a mission to bring you to the earth's floor, "Legolas!" You laugh, eyes dashing to him as he falters. His frame towers over you, blending in with the surrounded oaks. 

His hand softens into yours as he halts, placing his other onto the side of your neck, a thumb strokes your warmed cheek, "Forgive my eagerness, my starlight." 

Your mouth opens in response, only allowing for a gasp to escape as his arms lift you from the ground, carrying on with haste until you are brought to his bedchambers at last. A sharp inhale penetrates you as his lips collide with yours, the shutting of the door reverberating through the room as you allow his hands to untie the cords of your dress, pulling you closer to him as it loosens against your skin. He releases himself from your lips, his kiss drifting to your ear. 

His hands move to the sides of your face, "My little star," He whispers, his lips brushing against yours as you shiver, "Will you grant me my desire to please you tonight?" 

His hardened length dares to distract you from his words, "Yes," you say, before your breath bids your lungs farewell as the simple act of breathing becomes a foreign concept. Your dress inches off of your shoulders under the command of his careful fingers, an eager gaze following his every move. Goosebumps rise as more of your skin is revealed to him, impatience stirring within your dampening core as he stops to plant kisses along your collarbone. "You cannot rush me into your chambers and undress me so slowly. It is torture." You whine. A deep chuckle vibrates against your neck before his hands grip your dress, pulling. The fine fabric you once adored turns to an unshapely mess as it hits the floor, and a sigh of relief waiting to be freed withdraws from your mouth. Strong arms hoist you up with the haste you crave, his mouth back on yours as he plants you onto the soft covers of the bed. Your hips raise to meet his cock, resulting in a groan and his tongue enters your mouth. His palm grips your thigh, and you watch with half lidded eyes as his mouth leaves yours to venture to your chest. His tongue caresses your breast, a gentle massage that sends your hand flying to his tresses and disturbs the neatness, moaning as his tongue swirls around your hardened nipple. His head rises, a lustful gaze searching for your eyes as they open, fondling your breast with his hand. He flashes you a smile and leaves a hot kiss on your neck, rising from his position above you to sit against the head of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbow and look at him, unsure of why he stopped, mouth opening in question.

"Come." 

You lift to your hands and knees, your gaze falling to the outline of his cock as you crawl. His hand grabs your wrist before it reaches and he turns you away from him, your back sinking into his chest. His hand is on your neck as you settle onto him. Your breath becomes uneven, watching his free hand slide down to your core and reach the hem of your undergarment. You help him remove the final piece, entirely exposed as your bare body warms against his attire. 

"Tell me, my little star," He whispers into your ear as his fingers find your clit, sliding his tongue across the tip of your ear while you melt deeper into him, "Did you touch yourself while I was away?" 

You shudder, feeling his fingers glide across the wetness that gathered in your core, whimpers escaping from your lips as his slickened fingers begin to circle your clit, hips lightly jolting to swallow his touches. You moan, throwing your head back into his chest. His grip tightens around your neck, fingers pressing gently to the sides to coax an answer.

You whimper, the sounds of your wetness brought to your ears, "Yes." You moan, gasping as his pace quickens. 

You feel a smile against your skin, writhing against his strong hold, arching as the incomings of an orgasm begins to burn within you—then he stops. Your hand falls to the sheets, a whine forming in your throat.

“Show me.” Legolas says, his voice low, fingers rising from your cunt to rest upon your breast, “Touch yourself.”

You hum softly, turning to face him with a look of question, your cheeks burning with heat at his command. He’s serious—lips curled into a subtle smirk, his eyes exploring the expanse of your shivering body—all while his hand remains wrapped around your neck. Your hand rises, fingers grazing your abdomen, lowering slowly to your aching cunt. A deep inhale enters you as your eyes close, leaning your head back into him as you start to pleasure yourself. Heat overtakes your entire body as it burns against his, soft moans slipping out of your mouth as his words of encouragement—“good girl” “just like that, little dove” “show me how good it feels”—spill into your ear, prompting you to hasten your touches. His hand travels down to your clit in favour of replacing yours, which you gladly retract as it flies to grip the sheets, surrendering under his fingers. A wave of pleasure washes over you, gasping as an orgasm arrives. The Prince is intent on driving you mad with pleasure as he continues circling your delicate pearl, but your trembling hand seizes his wrist, whimpering with a weak effort to bring a pause to his pace, "Legolas." 

His fingers settle down into a leisure pace while your heartbeat struggles to calm itself in its enclosure. "Were you not eager for me to pleasure you?" He toys in a deep tone. 

"I want you inside of me." You breathe, your grip loosens on his wrist as your muscles remember how to function, the tenseness possessing your body finding relief as his fingers stop. You shift, turning to face him, cheeks heating at the sight of his face. You resist the urge to grind against his lap as you work on removing his attire, straddling him with a timidness that he finds irresistibly adorable. You avoid the wolfish smile tugging at his lips, your mouth watering as his tunic comes undone, unsteady hands reaching to explore his toned chest. 

"After all the moments we shared," He inches closer, fingers raising your chin. Your eyes meet his, weakening under his gaze, "You still remain coy as though it was the first time." 

Vision blurs from his face to the ceiling as he flips your body to lay against the soft covers of the bed. He rises and stands at the foot of the bed, gaze towering above your splayed form with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. You engage in the act of watching him as he takes the role of undressing himself, staring in awe while your insides flutter as your hand awaits restlessly to feel his cock. His return to you is quick, gratefulness erupting within when his mouth devours you with a fervent kiss. A tongue caresses yours before interruption strikes him with a moan, a sensual stroke of your hand treading dangerously along the length of him. Your fingers curl around him, raising your hips to tease his cock with the wetness of your dripping pussy—but he stops you, restraint apparent on his clenched jaw as he resists the desire to sink his cock into you, dragging his lips to the expanse of your chest, then lowering as his hands stroke your thighs, parting them. You watch as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, reaching to grab hold of his hair. His mouth moves to your core, his warm breath fanning over your cunt. You throw your head back and moan as his tongue licks along your heat, tasting the remnants of your orgasm then trailing up to suckle on your clit. His hand slides up to your breast as he slips two fingers inside of you, curling in upward motions and sending you into bliss. His name releases from your mouth through soft whines, his tongue bringing trembles trickling into your thighs. Your hips roll into his mouth with delicate force, clutching the covers as you moan through the orgasm he brings you. You loosen, laying slack as you take deep breaths, the wondrous exhaustion of being sent to heaven a second time has caught hold of you. He kisses your thigh with tender touches of his hands, then rises to meet you. Your arms wrap around him in embrace, pulling him into a kiss while his cock prods at your thigh. He reaches down to align himself with your core, saturating his length with your wetness. You rock your hips against him as it slides along your slit, whimpering in desperation for him to fill you whole. The head of his cock pushes into your cunt, and a moan leaves his mouth as he buries himself into you, reaching for your hand and enclosing his fingers with yours as he pins it above you. You moan with him as his thrusts grow deeper, pulling him close. A cry escapes your lips and your walls clench around him, raking your nails across his back with quivering lips. You love the familiarity of it all—how he knows every delicate spot to drive into over and over again, the control over your body that he masterfully possesses. His thumb trails across your lower lip as his eyes drink in the sight of you beneath him, your writhing body and nipples brushing against his chest, clinging onto him with your arms while you fill the room with sounds of your pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. 

Moments like this are dragged to a wish for eternity as his palm cradles your cheek, his thrusts slowing in an attempt to prolong your bliss—and all you can do is stare into those captivating hues as your vision blurs before your eyes shut. Your mouth parts, soundless save for the shaking of your breaths, a trembling hand reaches for the back of his neck as you shudder into your climax, the walls of your heat convulsing around his girth. "Fill me." A beg cries from your tongue, “Please.” You whimper, cheeks burning.

Your words bring a groan to his lips as his composure crumbles. His cock twitches inside of you, spilling his seed into you, dipping his head down to meet your lips for a kiss—messy, with broken breaths in between, pressing his forehead against yours. 

The subtle tremble of your thighs remains as he finally pulls out after a tender moment with his head rested in the crook of your neck. He pulls the covers to your bodies, reaching to bring you closer. You nestle into him and sigh with contentment, cheeks stamped with heat that has finally begun to cool. His fingers graze the expanse of your back under the covers, lips pressing light kisses into your neck. Your eyes close, heavy with sleep, releasing calming breaths that mingle with his as he gazes upon the sight of your face, “Gi melin.” He says and kisses your forehead, resting his chin above your head as sleep claims you. 

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ translations

elvish - english

gi melin - i love you

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LEGOLAS!!!

SFW

How you met: You were wandering the forests of Mirkwood, attracted by the legends of elven magic surrounding the place. Your footsteps were featherlight, softer than the wind caressing the leaves under the twilight moon. You didn’t really think you would meet any elves but you were enjoying nature. Suddenly you realised you were being watched. You found yellow eyes staring at you. A grey wolf padded out of the darkness. You knelt before it, beckoning closer, strangely calmed by its presence. The wolf allowed you to ruffle its fur before jerking its head up when a masculine voice called out, “Humans aren’t meant to be here.” You turned to see Legolas, standing behind you. His weapons were still sheathed so you took it as a good sign. “It's beautiful here, isn't it? The legends hardly do it justice,” you spoke smilingly. Legolas turned his gaze toward the canopy above, his eyes alight with a spark of reverence. "Indeed, the magic of Mirkwood is as boundless as the stars in the night sky. Few mortals dare to tread these ancient paths," he replied. You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of kinship with the elf prince. You asked if you could visit the woods again, and Legolas agreed with some reluctance. He said the forest had deemed you worthy, and it would not be his place to deny you access. You returned the next night, after exchanging a few curt words with him. He wasn’t there that night, but he appeared the night after that. Like a mistrustful cat, he warmed up to you over time, and eventually fell for you.

Legolas appreciates your love of animals and nature. He grew up in forests, surrounded by wild animals and he likes how you aren’t scared of them.

Horror stories rarely faze Legolas but he likes how animated you get while telling them and listening to them. He would try to collect ghost stories from everyone in the fellowship to come and tell you. Gimli would have some good ones.

Legolas would love your sense of humor. He often enjoys some verbal repartee with his companions and he would like someone who can give as good as they get. He revels in every witty comeback or sarcastic remark you make. He even finds it amusing when you cuss out people who annoy you when they aren’t looking.

Legolas, like most elves, is a rampant bisexual and he would love your androgyny. Elves are androgynous creatures themselves so you would fit right in.

After you both fall in love, Legolas would be completely devoted to you since elves bond for life. His family would be against it given the fact that you are mortal and he is royalty but he is not the type of man to dismiss his feelings in fear of heartbreak.

When you both are among friends he likes to quietly listen alongside you with his enhanced hearing. He’ll whisper comments about the tea and gossip being spilt into your ear making you giggle. The group looks oddly at you both.

Legolas enjoys practicing his archery while you are nearby learning how to dual wield light-weight swords. He would see you practicing and ask to spar with you. You both would teach each other a few tips and tricks unique to your individual fighting styles.

Everyone in the fellowship is lowkey scared by the two of you considering how light on the feet you both are. You both have accidentally snuck up on all the hobbits and Gimli, giving them mini heart attacks. 

Legolas would love it when you sing. When you think you are alone and are humming, he would quietly come and sit beside you to listen, careful not to alert you to his presence.

N/SFW

Being an enjoyer of nature, Legolas likes to partake in walking and swimming with you. When you both approach a river to swim in he respectfully watches you shed your layers of clothing. He admires your curves and the light shining on your body. He joins you in being naked, already semi-hard and enjoys bathing with you. He hugs you from behind, letting his hands wander from your stomach to your breasts, tweaking your nipples. 

Legolas is quick to catch onto your people pleasing personality. He reminds you many times to not force yourself to do something for him unless you want to. You can reassure him by giving him head randomly, he’s always clean, don't worry ;)

When he goes down on you his hands go up your thighs as he slowly kisses the inner flesh. Legolas makes intense eye contact with you as he gets closer to your throbbing pussy hole. Tantalisingly he licks and sucks on your folds. He likes making you lose your cool and let out a slew of curses, so he takes his time to work you up.

It always starts with warm cuddles and spooning on a bedroll after the fellowship sleeps. Legolas loves being the big spoon, holding you close to him protectively, but the longer your hips push into his groin, the more heated he gets. He starts dry humping his hard cock against you, breathing heavily.

Legolas likes to keep his pace slow and steady, eventually catching speed. He almost loses control, and doesn't stop till he cums inside of you. He would always finish inside of you, just the thought of a creampie brings him closer to the edge.

He likes nipple play, flicking your breast and sucking on them while you straddle him and ride his cock. Also, when you lick his nipples while stroking his cock he gets so turned on. He never understood why, but he always felt comfortable sexually expressing himself in front of you.

If Legolas gets too close too soon, he likes to get edged. It's his little punishment for not being patient with you and losing control. He would moan and groan as you touch him, and would only allow himself to cum when  he thinks you're close too.

He moans words in Sindarin, and looks at you smiling observing your confused expression before leaning in for a kiss as he's thrusting in missionary position.

He would carry your naked form up in his arms bridal style and take you with him on the secluded balcony to watch the stars with him, while he holds you close to him.

Legolas likes to play with your fingers, entangling his with yours after sex. Laying there just staring into your deep brown eyes, realizing how much he loves you.

your night owls,

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We Saved Each Other CHAPTER 3 (Legolas x Reader) NSFW

CHAPTER 1: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 2: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 3: A03

Summary: After almost losing his love weeks earlier, Legolas decides that the future is unpredictable so what better time to share himself with his new fiance than right now.

Note: Smut.

Don't know what else to tell you. This is 11K+ words of pure, explicit, detailed love-making from the very first word to the last.

I hope you make it to the end but if you need breaks, I won't blame you.

ENJOY!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff. Oh and did I say smut? MINORS DNR!

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*Immediate continuation from Chapter 2*

The prince slowly picked you up and gently placed your body on the bed beneath him as he moved over you to kiss you deeper than he had ever done before. From your sitting position just moments ago, Legolas had not moved your legs from straddling his hips as he lifted you and laid you under him. His clothed body remained between your legs and for the first time in not only your relationship but your life, the feeling of having yourself so open to another as they settled within your parted legs had you nervous. Even the weight of Legolas' body resting gently on top of yours but keeping the distance between your pelvis' made your mind spin as you tried not to panic. Your future husband's words were playing over and over in your head in an attempt to calm yourself.

//"...you're in control."//

//"Tonight is all about you."//

These words brought you more comfort than you initially realised and you closed your eyes, trying to soothe your rapidly beating heart. You wanted to take in every second of this experience, commit every touch and sound to memory.

Sensing some reluctance and seeing your eyes hide behind the lids, Legolas brought the back of his hands to your cheeks and lovingly caressed your face. "I can feel your heart, meleth. Do not be afraid, all you will know this night is the depth of my love." You opened your eyes as his words struck your heart and you gave him a small close-lipped smile in response.

"I know, my love. I know I'm safe with you. It's just new sensations mixed with excitement and... fear." Legolas stopped all movement and slowly rolled himself off you to lay next to your body, never taking his eyes off yours and reaching down to hold one of your hands. "Fear?", the prince asked. "You fear what is about to happen?". You turn over so you're completely facing him, "I do not fear you, my love. I only fear the potential pain that is about to occur. I understand it can be a shock at first... so I'm just apprehensive of that."

Legolas nodded his head, fully grasping the truth of your fear and brought his hand up to gently hold your chin so you were looking directly into his eyes. "That is completely understandable, but I have heard it only hurts for a moment. I will do all I can to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, to make your body ready for me." The prince watched your eyes as his words left his lips, waiting for any sign of uncertainty. Sensing none and not hearing you revoke your consent, Legolas continued, "I will go as slow as you need, my love. If at any moment you decide you've had enough and don't wish to continue, all you need to do is tell me and I'll stop. As I said earlier, you're in control. Ok, my beloved?"

With that, you let go the breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding, nodded your head and whispered, "I trust you completely."

A small, endearing smile appeared on Legolas' face once more and he brought his lips back down to yours but didn't connect them. His eyes remained locked onto yours. "I'm going to place my hands back on you now, ok?" Once more, you nodded and felt him place one of his hands on your waist while the other snaked it's way between your neck and the pillow your head was laying on, bringing you up to rest on his bicep as he slowly moved his body to lay completely against yours. You responded by bringing one of your hands up to rest on the side of his face which was mere centimetres away from yours and placing the other flat against his chest.

You were both laying on your sides facing each other when Legolas connected your lips. The kiss was impossibly gentle, and you felt the love pouring out of your new fiancé. You felt the hand which slid under your neck reach up to lightly grab the back of your head while the prince deepened the kiss. In doing so, as you did earlier, you involuntarily moaned again, and it wasn't until the third time of you doing this that you noticed Legolas thoroughly enjoyed this response. The vibrations went straight through him again from his lips down to his member and the hand that was resting on your waist came around to the small of your back bringing your body flush against his own.

This kiss lasted a few more moments before Legolas needed to come up for air, the pressure in his breaches was building but he knew he had a little while yet before you'd be ready to accept him within you. With this thought, he asked you to trust him with his eyes and you understood the request as you nodded. Kissing you again, the prince used the pressure of his upper body and the support of his hands to gently roll you over onto your back as he lifted himself up on his elbow to slightly lean over you, never breaking the kiss. Taking the hand that rested on your back, he brought it up now to rest on the side of your neck.

Bringing his lips from your own, he gingerly moved them until you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck before he was placing small, delicate kisses along the length of it. You couldn't do anything else with your hands but slide your palms over the feel of the silk sheets as Legolas began kissing you from your jaw down your neck, not stopping. The grip of his hand slightly intensified as he placed more pressure on your neck with his lips which caused you to repeatedly gasp.

Releasing his hand, the prince brought it up to stroke the tip of your highly sensitive pointed ear as he remembered how you responded from this unintentional gesture earlier. He was keen to explore it. As before, your body jumped when his fingers brushed over the tip and your eyes closed from the intensity of the action but this time, the sensation was coupled with the feel of his lips travelling over your collarbone and further down. You began panting from the stimulation and the nerves but did not stop his actions... it felt too good, and your body simultaneously released a gasp and a moan through your panting breaths.

The sounds your were making along with feeling your body coming alive under his ministrations was driving the prince crazy with pure lust.

He brought his hand away from your ear as he desired to keep exploring your body, mapping it out on his way down and making mental notes of which actions drew out those delicious noises he loved so much. While continuing his slow decent with his lips, he brought his spare hand down and placed it just on the side of your breast, letting you know that that was his next point of interest and to give you the chance stop him.

Opening his eyes slightly to look upon you, Legolas once again and not for the final time this night searched for any hesitation but found none. Your eyes remained closed, and he could see your body slowly surrendering to him as it became accustomed to his touches. Convinced you wanted more, the prince continued kissing you down from your collarbone and over your clothed chest. He brought his hand up and gently cupped your breast which was furthest away from him and began kneading it, testing the waters a bit. You let out gasp after gasp with each delicate squeeze but did not stay his hand, so Legolas continued. He brought his lips over the other clothed breast and began placing delicate kisses over the top of it, feeling your erect nipples through the fabric.

The feel of your hardened buds made Legolas salivate a little as his desire to caress your soft skin with his mouth became too much for him to bare. Bringing the hand which was kneading your breast to the centre of your chest, he began slowly undoing the buttons of your tunic and your eyes snapped open as you realised what he was about to do. Seeing this response, Legolas didn't stop but instead offered you words of comfort while maintaining his actions

"Shhhh, meleth. You're alright. Trust me." he whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Trust him you did, and you took a deep breath before feeling his hand slide slowly underneath your now unbuttoned tunic to rest directly on your bare breast. The contact of his hand on the skin of your breast sent a jolt of energy through your body, landing once more in your core. The prince didn't stop as he shifted his weight to bring the top half of his body further over yours to gain better access to his prize. With his other hand, he gently moved the fabric covering your remaining breast until both were now exposed. Your hardened bud was erect and waiting for the prince to claim with his lips which he did with no hesitation. Continuing his previous ministrations, he started to knead your other breast while bringing the one closest to him into his mouth and lightly began to suck and add pressure to your nipple.

Your back arched off the bed in response and your breathing momentarily stopped as jolt after jolt of pleasure soared through your entire body. Legolas was confident that you would stop him if you didn't feel pleasure, or his actions caused discomfort so he decided against stopping to check on you for the moment. Your body telling him everything he needed to know and giving him the confidence to continue.

He didn't let up for a second as his lips formed a tight seal around your breast and the tip of his tongue was circling over your nipple while the pressure of his hand on your other breast intensified as he pinched your tip between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was the most intense feeling you had ever felt in your relatively short elven life, and you hadn't realised you brought a hand up to the back of Legolas' head and began pulling at the roots of his scalp, drawing his face in impossibly close to your breast which he was now attacking with his mouth.

The feel of your fingers tugging his hair from the roots had the prince's clothed erection throbbing painfully as it was screaming to take its pleasures now. Apparently Legolas enjoyed a little bit of pain which was news to him and he made a mental note of this for later on.

With a loud pop, Legolas released your breast from his mouth and with his other hand, ceased the pinching motion for the moment, resting the palm of his hand flat against your other breast. You took the slight reprieve to catch your breath as your back moved to lay flat against the mattress once more. Opening your eyes, you saw the face of your future husband smirking down at you with a slight hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"I take it you enjoyed that then?" the prince asked smugly. You lightly hit him on the arm as your smile crept onto your face and you turned your head to the side of the pillow, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, you enjoyed it." Legolas concluded proudly.

Sitting up on his knees now, he brought his hands back down to the buttons of your tunic as he began undoing the remaining ones. Realising what he was doing, you moved your head back around to look at him as he swiftly brought his lips next to your ear and whispered, "Shall we find out what else you enjoy?".

Your breath hitched in your chest as you realised where he was about to touch you. Pushing all your nerves and fears to the side as best you could, you nodded your head and looked into his eyes. Knowing where he was about to explore, the action was not enough for the prince.

"Words, my love. Tell me with words." he requested as his hands kept undoing the buttons of your tunic until all were unclasped and he pushed the two sides of the fabric to rest on either side of your body. "Yes" you breathed out as your nerves battled with your wits as you realised your top half was completely bare to the prince for the very first time.

Instinctively you brought your arms up to try and cover yourself as best you could, but Legolas would have none of it. "No, my love. Let me see you. Let me admire your body in its complete perfection." he said as he gently moved your arms to place them at your sides.

Moving his legs over either side of your hips, the prince straddled you as he went to remove his own tunic, tossing it onto the floor. What you saw before you had you in complete disbelief. How could something so utterly perfect not only exist on this earth but long for you the same way you did him. Legolas' body was a masterpiece, there was no other way to put it. Every part of him was pure muscle and you suddenly felt a deep desire to trace each defined line with your tongue. You longed to taste him but that would have to wait for another night.

Without realising it, you began biting your bottom lip as your eyes widened and the prince took in your recognition of his body. Smiling down at you once more, Legolas leaned over and placed his hands on either side of your head, bringing his face close to yours so your noses were almost touching. His long, golden hair fell around the both of you as he bore his eyes into yours and you thought you had reached heaven by this action alone.

"Like what you see?" he asked with that same knowing smirk.

You breathed out your response without blinking, "Y... yes. Very much so" and the prince brought his lips back down to your neck and began urgently kissing down the length of it once again.

He did not stop this time as he moved over your collarbone, over both your breasts until he found the centre of your stomach. This was the lowest point he had reached on your body, and he knew what lay just a few centimetres south of this spot. With this in mind, he needed to calm himself down and keep reminding himself that tonight was about you, and he couldn't just take what he truly desired.

No, he needed to go slow to ensure your pleasure and readiness for him. Bringing both hands and intertwining his fingers with yours, he moved his lips slowly, almost agonisingly slowly across your stomach. Kissing every single inch of it, making sure you felt completely safe and loved before he moved down further. As his lips connected with your soft skin, he brought his eyes up to look upon your face, again searching for any hesitations.

Feeling the pressure of his movements shift slightly, you opened your eyes and saw the unspoken question written all over his face, "Are you ready for me to go further?". Before you had time to consider your words, you gave Legolas the permission he sought. "I'm ready" you said, placing your head back down on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling trying to focus on your almost painfully rapid heartbeat. Hearing your words, Legolas gave your hands a firm squeeze before placing his fingertips over the top of and into the band of your leggings, his lips continuing to worship your stomach while slowly moving down to meet his hands.

Your breathing intensified with excitement, uncertainty, curiosity and nervousness. Feeling his fingertips under the band of your leggings had you almost squirming with anticipation, but you stayed yourself, focusing instead on your breathing. As his fingers remained hooked in your leggings, you felt Legolas' lips travel further down over your clothed legs, not yet paying attention to the part of you which seemed to be aching for attention. His lips caressed you over the top of your thighs as he brought down one of his hands and wrapped it around the back of one of your legs.

Legolas' movements were slow, deliberate. He was searching for all your sweet spots and found another one when he applied pressure on the inside of your thigh with another kiss. The action had your hands lightly fisting the sheets beneath you as you let out a deep moan. Hearing your pleasure, the prince's confidence grew and with it his desire as he found himself yet again longing for skin to skin contact to set your body alight. Slowly he lifted his head and brought his hands up, hooking his fingers back under the band of your leggings.

Making sure he only grabbed onto the leggings and not your undergarment, Legolas began to slide the annoying piece of clothing down your body. Instinctively you rose your hips to assist in the process which made the prince smirk slightly. Your movement telling him you were receptive to his actions and wanted more which he was more than willing to provide.

Bringing himself back up to sit on his knees, he continued removing your clothing down your legs until they were free of the fabric, and you only lay there before him in nothing but your lingerie. You felt completely vulnerable, and you weren't sure whether to giggle from nerves or cry from embarrassment but Legolas did not allow you much time to overthink as he lowered himself back down to the bed, slowly sliding his body up your legs and leaving a trail of kisses along the length of them as he travelled up. One leg receiving the touches of his tender lips while the other enjoyed the feel of his large hand sliding up as he went.

He arrived back where he wanted to be, near that sweet spot he had stumbled upon just moments ago. Bringing both his hands down to grab the underside of your calves, Legolas delicately parted your legs so he could lay his torso between them. Glancing at your face and meeting no resistance, he continued by bringing his lips back down to the inside of one of your bare thighs and placed stronger kisses upon it. His hands met his face as he hooked them both under your legs, gently holding them apart. Your body began to tremble as you felt him place fierce kisses up the inside of your thighs, traveling up and up until you felt his hot breath on your clothed centre. This was it... he had arrived.

Legolas opened his eyes to look down upon your centre and swallowed hard. He would not admit it but he was feeling equally as nervous and excited. Taking a deep breath, the scent of you met his senses and the primal urges within him began to overtake his mind. He shut his eyes as he calmed himself down, again reminding himself that he needed to go slow until you said otherwise.

Opening his eyes again, he moved his lips to meet the crease between your mound and inner thigh, the closest he had ever been to your sweet spot that was screaming for attention at this point. Your breath shuddered as you felt his hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you open for him. You quickly realised how close he was to touching you for the very first time. Having not even touched yourself before, every single sensation was new, and you wanted to experience it all with Legolas.

His lips didn't pause, and he placed featherlight kisses across the lips of your centre which were hidden behind the last layer of fabric. Taking in another deep breath, the scent of you consumed him and his member practically jumped through his pants. Its patience wearing thin. Legolas groaned at how painfully hard he had become and began lightly bucking his hips against the mattress to give himself some much-needed friction. This seemed to quiet down his intense urges for the moment while he focused on getting you ready.

Glancing down, he looked upon at where his lips had just been and noticed a large wet spot had formed on your undergarments. Your body was waking up, responding to his touches, telling him you were willing to take everything he was longing to provide you this night. Seeing the wet spot, his mind had him yearning to feel your warm, slickened lips for himself as he had imagined many times during your relationship.

Releasing his grip on your thighs, Legolas moved his half naked body up the bed until his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from you with this unexpected movement. Without breaking the kiss, your felt one of the prince's hands slide its way down until it gently cupped you between your legs, eliciting a loud gasp as your eyes shot open to stare into his.

Breaking the kiss, Legolas planted soft pecks over your face as he gently began adding pressure with his middle finger to your clothed centre, pushing your wet lips apart through the fabric. The action made your entire body jump and you threw your hands around his neck, hoping he'd keep you grounded. Feeling your desperate reaction, with the arm he was resting on, he moved it under your shoulders to bring your body close to his own as he continued applying pressure to your centre. His own breath hitched as he felt your breasts pushed up against his bare chest for the very first time. The softness of them against his hard pecks had you both moaning from the skin to skin contact as both your body temperatures began to rise.

The simultaneous moans, the heat of your mound, the feel of your breasts against him drove the prince's desperation to touch you without any more resistance. He withdrew his hand slightly to bring his fingertips up to the top of your lingerie, pushing them in underneath the fabric and slowly slid them down until his middle finger resumed its actions from mere seconds ago. This time, instead of the feel of soft cotton, all he felt was the wet heat of your body as he began sliding his finger through your folds, searching for that sensitive spot that would have you seeing stars. He continued planting kisses along your cheeks and over your neck as his hips started to gently buck against the side of your body, searching for its own satisfaction.

It was all too much, and you began to pant at the feel of his long, slender digit buried between your slit. You tried not to think, just wanting to enjoy all the sensations the prince was offering but you had trouble getting out of your own head. That was until his finger slid all the way up and moved over your wet clit. Your body tensed and jumped as your arms pulled Legolas' head into your neck and you cried out without meaning to. Bringing his head up to look at you but not letting you go, he watched you cautiously, waiting for confirmation that you had in fact enjoyed that slight movement of his finger. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to make sense of what you had just felt.

Was something that intense meant to course through your body?

Was that normal?

Your arms remained locked around the prince's neck as he began speaking softly, "My love? Are you ok?"

You weren't entirely sure how to answer that. You believed you were ok as you did not feel any discomfort or pain... so what was that just now? Opening your eyes slightly, you looked at him and saw a slight glimmer of concern. Offering him a small smile of reassurance you responded, "I... I think so. Whatever you did, it felt like a lightning bolt ripped through my very being."

Listening to you carefully with his finger remaining where it was but unmoving, the prince smirked, "Did you like it?"

Again, you weren't sure of the answer, and you tried to think back to how you felt in the moment, "I'm not sure. It wasn't unpleasurable, just a shock I suppose." Legolas nodded in response and began placing kisses over your face before whispering, "Just feel me, y/n. Don't think. Allow your body to answer for you."

You felt his finger begin to slowly move up and down between your slickened lips and once again, it found that spot which made your body jolt with electricity. Your legs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them as the grip of your arms on his neck brought his entire top half down onto yours. You were panting in his ear but did not stop his actions which spurred him on to continue. Even with your legs trapping his hand, his middle digit continued stroking you over and over until you began crying out, gripping him so fiercely that a groan ripped through his chest.

"Le... Legolas!" you yelled, not wanting him to stop while not sure if you would pass out from the intensity of the pressure building within you.

His finger remained pressed against your bud now as he drew circles over it, applying constant pressure which had you tightening your thighs together even more. Your fingers slid through the strands of his hair, gripping hard and pulling his face down into your neck while your other hand pushed your nails into his bicep. Legolas was moaning through the slight pain you were causing him, but he did not mind it. In fact, it made his resolve more desperate to take you this night.

Your breathing was practically non-existent at this point as you felt your stomach muscles begin to tighten with each stroke of his finger. Legolas made to move his head from your neck, wishing to see you come undone from his touch. Feeling him try to pull away, you eased up your grip on his neck and placed your hand on his shoulder, your other hand still holding onto his arm. He brought his spare hand up to rest on the top of your head, stroking your hair. Your eyes had lost all colour as your pupils were blown from the passion of the moment.

The image before him made his heart momentarily stop and drove his desire to bring you to release. Slowing down his movements on your clit for the moment, he felt your legs begin to relax with the reprieve and used this opportunity place his hand on your knee which was closest to him, bringing your leg down and opening you up once more. Legolas brought his leg up and over yours to keep you in place as his finger returned to your bud and began stroking it again. This time, however, he did not start slow. Instead, he returned to his fast, deliberate strokes and your legs tried to snap shut again from the intensity, but Legolas was not about to let that happen, adding pressure of his leg on top of yours to pin it down.

Sliding his spare hand underneath your head, he gently brought your face up to his and pressed his tongue into your mouth, drinking in your taste and moans. You were trying to breathe through your nose as your stomach muscles started clenching once again and your legs began to shake. Your moans were turning into cries and Legolas moved his forehead, so it was resting upon yours as his eyes locked onto your own.

"Y/N, stop thinking. Let go. Let me hear you."

It was all too much. His leg pinning yours down, the tip of his finger furiously rubbing your clit, the feel of his breath upon your lips, the tight grip he had on the back of your head pinning your face to his... it was all over.

"LEGOLAS!!" you screamed as your body began convulsing under him.

The violent throbs which were ripping through you had you hearing your own rapid heartbeat in your ears and your eyes tightly shut as wave after wave of orgasm washed over you.

As your rode out the waves of your first ever orgasm, not fully believing that you had not left the realm of the living, you felt Legolas place sweet, gentle kisses on your forehead. He removed his hand from your centre to rest on your stomach, his eyes looking into yours as the world came back into focus. Seeing your mind return to the present, your saw the proud prince beaming down at you, "Hi" he smirked and chuckled. A wider smile appeared on your face as you giggled in response, "H.. Hi." You released his arm and brought your hand up to rest on your forehead, breathing deeply as if you were filling your lungs for the very first time.

Legolas was still watching you, content with the knowledge that you had just enjoyed yourself. "Are you ok?" he asked already knowing the answer. The question was a loaded one for you and you tried to unscramble your thoughts about what had just occurred.

"I feel light, like my very soul is flying. I've never experienced anything like it before. My body is in the most relaxed state it’s ever been yet mere moments ago my heart was beating as though I were fighting in a great battle." You swallowed, remembering how your body just exploded and yet you remained intact. Legolas was smiling at you still as you described your orgasm to him, caressing your cheek as you spoke. He was in awe that he was able to make you feel all those sensations with nothing but a single finger.

He wondered how your body would react to something much larger and wider. The very thought made his pupils dilate and his facial expression changed. You looked up at him and wondered what he was thinking, "Legolas?"

Snapping out of his brief daydream, his eyes refocused on you at the sound of his name. "Apologies, my love. My mind ran away with me."

You shook your head and kissed his cheek, "Where were you, meleth?" you whispered, genuinely curious to know where his thoughts were at.

He gave you a small smirk as he became a bit bolder with his words, "I was imagining how you would feel around me."

At the sound of his words, you felt your body react as you stiffened slightly. When you didn't respond he continued, "Of course, that is if you still wish to try this night? I understand you may be tired from your recent release." You looked up at him as he still lay over you and nudged the side of his nose with your own in a sign of affection, "I am not tired, my love. I want to try if you are still willing."

A small groan travelled up Legolas' throat at the sound of the words he had wished to hear. His erection throbbed in response, and you felt it on the side of your leg through his breaches as his body remained flush against yours. "I am more than willing, meleth. Oh gods, I am willing." His body was ready, but he knew he had still yet to prepare you properly to be able to accept him with as little discomfort as possible. Placing a tender kiss upon your lips you felt Legolas' fingertips begin their second decent down towards your waiting heat.

"Ready for more pleasures, my girl?"

You nodded your head but as before, the prince needed to hear you say it. Staying his hand and shaking his head, he commanded "No, meleth. Words. I need to hear it".

"I'm ready" you breathed out, looking up at him with lidded eyes. This alone almost sent Legolas over the edge.

Moving his body up from the bed, he sat on his knees next to your legs as his fingers began removing the final piece of clothing from your body. The prince was about you look upon you completely naked for the first time and the thought had his heart pounding with anticipation. He swallowed hard as your pink, swollen, glistening folds came into his line of sight. He slowly removed your panties down over your legs before throwing them next to his tunic on the floor.

Looking upon his face, you saw your fiancé becoming drunk on the mere sight of your naked form. Fighting with your mind, you did not move to cover yourself as before with your hands. Instead, you allowed him to bask in the sight of you and what a sight you were. Legolas thought he had died and was looking upon a goddess in the halls of Mandos. "So perfect" you heard him mumble to himself and you couldn't help but notice the look of pure love that washed over his features.

You raised your hands up towards him, encouraging him to come back down to you, "My love, come to me". He didn't need convincing as he gently laid his body back next to yours and you felt the familiar bulge of his erection nudge your leg by accident. The brief contact had caused a small whimper escaped Legolas' throat. You kissed the tip of his nose before nudging it slightly with your own, trying to get his attention.

When Legolas opened his eyes and saw you watching him, you found your voice again, "Legolas, may I see you?".

The meaning of the question, you felt, was an obvious one but it was lost on the prince. Cupping your cheek with his hand, he answered, "Do you not see me, meleth? I am here, completely yours." With a slight shake of your head, you corrected him, "No, my love." Your eyes travelled down and landed on the hardened member that was screaming to be released from its confines before moving back up to look into his gaze.

"I desire to see all of you."

Finally catching your meaning, Legolas' eyes widened. He did not expect you to be so bold this night as his focus was completely on you and your needs. Recovering quickly from the momentary shock of your request, the prince nodded and moved onto his back, taking you with him so you were now leaning over him. With the back of his hand he caressed your cheek, "As you wish, my future wife".

The prince was not as shy as you and allowed you take all the control you wanted without a second thought. Now resting on your elbow, your free hand moved over his chiselled chest, down over his stomach until your fingertips rested on the waistband of his pants. Legolas watched you looking upon the movements of your hand as it travelled over his waiting body. The feel of your gentle fingers tracing the lines of his muscles had the prince's eyes rolling in the back of his head and his body jolted when you ran a finger over one of his nipples. You chuckled sweetly and kissed his cheek as you logged that action in your memory for a future encounter. Hearing the sweet sound of your voice, Legolas opened his eyes and smiled down at you, "It seems you are also finding pleasure points of my own this night, y/n." You smirked in response before moving to sit next to Legolas' hips.

Hooking your fingertips underneath his waistband, it was your turn to lay the prince bare as he had done for you. Legolas never took his eyes of you as he watched your every move, trying to ground himself to the present and remind himself this was actually happening. With great care, you began moving both his breaches and undergarments down over his hips. Like you did earlier, he brought his hips up slightly to assist in the removal of the clothing which made the process a little easier.

You didn't realise the front of the waistband became caught on the tip of his erection and Legolas' hand flew down to help remove himself from the confines, pulling the waistband up and down his length. "Sorry, my love." you whispered, a little embarrassed that you caused him a moment of discomfort. Legolas quickly shook his head, "No, my beloved. It is well. Please, continue"

Taking a deep breath, you began removing the two pieces of clothing together until you threw them on the floor with the rest of your garments. Looking down at Legolas' hardened member as it sprung up, laying across his lower stomach, your mouth became dry with apprehension as your eyes widened with anxiety. How on earth were you going to be able to take him within you? Panic began to set in your mind and this was not lost on the prince who quickly sat up, cupping your face with both of his hands.

Both of you sat there completely bared to the other when his voice just above a whisper but filled with concern reached your heart, "Hey. Y/N, look at me." Peeling your eyes away from his girthy erection, you met his intense gaze before he continued, "You are safe, my love. I will do all I can to prepare you properly and you do not have to take the whole of me should it be too unpleasant. I will go as slow as you need, remember that."

Kissing your face to help your growing anxieties, Legolas brought your body onto his with his strong embrace, trying to calm your mind which he saw was on overdrive. He spoke sweet reassurances in your ear, "You are so loved, my girl. I would never hurt you if I can avoid it." Bringing his forehead to rest upon yours, Legolas almost pleaded with you, hoping you had not withdrawn from him completely, "Will you allow my hands upon you once more to ensure your comfort?" Taking in his words and the feel of his soft touches upon your body, you lightly nodded your head trying to hide any sense of hesitation. You knew in your heart you wanted to join your body with Legolas' this night and were willing to try to push through the thoughts of pain to make it happen.

Softly placing his hands upon you, one on your shoulder the other on your waist, the prince gently laid you back down onto the mattress without breaking eye contact. He laid his torso over you, careful not to apply any of his weight down onto your body and potentially scaring you after your moment of panic. He looked down the length of your body, knowing what he needed to do to get you ready. Looking back up at you, resting on his elbow and bringing his hand up to stroke your head, his free hand began moving down towards your core as before.

"My y/n, you are so beautiful." Legolas uttered before placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to touch you now and it will be a little different to before. You will stop me if you have any doubts, right?"

Knowing by now that Legolas needed words to these types of questions, you replied, "I will."

Bringing his lips to lay a tender kiss on your own, your felt the familiar fingertips begin to slowly move through your folds as before. You gasped from the contact and your legs moved to clamp down on his hand as a natural reaction.

"No, my love." Legolas began, "Open yourself up to me. If I am to properly prepare you, I need you to resist closing yourself off."

You felt his slightly wet-slicked hand rub the length of one of your thighs tenderly as he spoke, trying to relax you. You noted your knees beginning to part as he moved the tips of his fingers down the inside of your thigh, "That's it, meleth. Stay like that for me." he requested as he returned two of his fingers within the embrace your slickened lips.

The gasp that escaped your mouth reached Legolas' ears as he brought his eyes upon your face again. Sensing you weren't in any type of discomfort he continued his actions, getting his index and middle fingers as wet as possible with your natural lubricant. Confident that he had gathered enough to not cause you much, if any, unpleasantness, his fingers moved down further until they reached your entrance.

Your eyes shot open as you felt the tip of one of his fingers begin to push into your core. Legolas stopped the movement and kissed your face softly and tenderly, trying to reassure you without words. Listening to the sound of your breathing, you did not sound panicked but anxious and he was right. You were anxious about what you were about to feel.

"You're safe and you're loved." Legolas whispered into your ear as he slowly began pushing his middle finger into your depths, stopping at the second knuckle.

The sensation of being penetrated for the first time had your eyes rolling in the back of your head and your back slightly arching off the bed. One of your hands fisted the bedsheet while the other shot up to hold the top of the pillow your head rested on. The sound that left your mouth made the prince's heart skip a beat as his urge to devour you right at that moment plagued his mind. He quickly pushed the thought from his head.

As you made no attempt to stay his hand, Legolas began pushing his finger further inside of you until the entire length was enveloped within your walls. He began sliding his finger in and out slightly, mimicking what was to come with his throbbing member. Your panting increased as he moved, and your knuckles began turning white from the strength of your fisted hands. Legolas withdrew and re-entered your core with his long digit with a bit more speed now, causing small whimpering moans to escape your throat.

He continued this motion for a few more minutes, making sure you were completely comfortable with the feeling before adding a second finger. As you felt him begin to stretch you with the addition of the second digit, you brought your arms around him and clung onto him for support, forcing your legs to stay apart for him. You let out a small cry of shock and satisfaction as you began to gain an understanding of what it was to feel full. Legolas pushed the entire length of both his fingers within your core and began the same motion as before, this time working on stretching you as much as he could.

You felt so unbelievably tight around his fingers and this realisation went straight to his member. Feeling the tightness of you, the prince was now mildly concerned how you would begin to take him, but he did not show his worry. Instead, he decided it would be within your best interests should he trying to add a third finger. Withdrawing the two he had been working with, the brief loss of contact had you feeling disappointed as you calmed your breathing down only to let out a powerful cry as you felt three fingers enter you. Your grasp on the prince's neck and shoulders intensified as he stretched you further and began the same movement, in and out repeatedly.

"Legolas!" you cried into his ear, but he did not stop as he did not hear any tone of pain, only pleasure.

Speeding up slightly when he heard your panting increase and felt your fingernails digging into his flesh, you began moaning with each push of his hand. Then he felt it, your walls beginning to contract around his fingers and your moans becoming louder. He was bringing you to another orgasm and he was not about to stop. Instead the desperate prince increased the speed of his ministrations until the sound of his fingers drenched with your natural slick started filling the room along with your moans and cries.

"Le... Legolas... Oh Gods!" You panted, clinging onto the prince. "I’m... going to... going... to.... LEGOLAS!!!" you cried as your second climax surged through your entire body. The intensity of this one was so much more powerful than your first, you didn't know how you were ever going to catch your breath.

Desperately clinging onto Legolas out of fear of falling through the earth, your walls continued pulsing around his fingers which he had yet to withdraw. Instead, he remained where he was, keeping his hand buried within your warmth as he held you close with his other hand. Feeling you throb around his digits, the prince swallowed hard as he imagined how you would feel convulsing around his shaft.

Thinking upon this, he decided he had prepared you as much as he could. His patience to feel some pleasure himself was beginning falter as you already felt so warm and tight around his fingers. This was beginning to border on the edge of torture for him. Feeling your body calming down, Legolas slowly withdrew his fingers and brought his lips down onto yours for a deep, sensual kiss. You brought your hands up to the back of his head to deepen it as you were riding your natural high of your second orgasm.

Without breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his body up and laid it on top of yours, settling his pelvis between your open legs and resting his throbbing erection against the heat of your mound. This alone was enough to make his eyes roll back slightly as he began gently bucking against you, trying to coat himself with as much of your natural lubricant as possible.

Your heart was racing out of your chest as you were reminding yourself to breath and remain as calm as possible. Opening his eyes to look upon you, Legolas brought himself down to rest on his elbows on either side of your body while staring into your e/c eyes. He stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, searching for any sign of hesitation or change of mind. His gorgeous blue eyes were filled with desire but also love and a hint of concern.

"Y/N, my y/n. My beautiful, perfect girl." he swallowed hard, "Are you ready?" has asked, stroking your cheeks with the backs of his hands.

With all the determination you could find within your heart, your voice trembled slightly with nerves as you gave your final consent, "I'm yours".

Groaning from your response, Legolas kissed you deeply to give you something else to think upon. He slowly withdrew his hips away from you, allowing his hardened member to fall naturally and line himself up with your entrance. He lightly began to move his hips forward, his swollen head searching for the entrance to your core as he delicately prodded around your heat. Hitting a sweet spot causing you to gasp, he knew he had found what he had been aching for and deepened the kiss, keeping your mind off his movements below. Slowly, Legolas began to push against your entrance, finding the resistance a bit more difficult than he had anticipated even with his efforts to prepare you.

Without breaking the kiss, he brought one his hands down between your bodies and took himself within his grasp to steady his member. Once more, he pushed forward and the added support was all he needed for the tip of his length to penetrate your tight opening. He groaned into the kiss as he felt your walls give way to the head of his shaft. You matched his sounds with a trembling whimper of your own as you felt a slight burning sensation where Legolas had joined himself with you.

Staying his hips and breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his head up to watch you attentively. This was the moment he was most cautious of as were you. Lovingly, he brought his hands back up to your face to stroke your cheeks as he planted the most tender kisses over your features.

"My love, I'm going to push a little further now, ok?"

With a shaky voice, you answered, "Ok"

"Hold onto me, meleth. I won’t let you go." Legolas said as he felt the grips of your hands on his arms tighten with anticipation.

"Breathe, y/n. Remember to breathe" he gently reminded you as you felt your lover push his hips forward a bit more, your walls stretching painfully to accommodate the intrusion.

Scrunching your eyes closed and sucking in a breath, you tried fighting against the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. You did not want your future husband to worry but you had little control over them, and they began to stream down the sides of your face. With his eyes widening at the sight before him, Legolas stopped all movement of his hips and kissed away your tears.

"Meleth, I'm so sorry. Stay with me." The sight of you in pain at his touch was torture for the prince but he knew this was necessary. It would be a once off moment of pain and then you both would have an eternity of pleasure filled moments. Watching you, the concerned prince selflessly offered you a second chance to change your mind.

"Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me, my love. Please."

Slowly, your eyes began to open and what you saw levelled you. Your beloved fiance looking down upon you, love radiating from his face as part of his length was settled within your walls.

"There's my girl" Legolas began as your gaze met his, "Sweetheart, we can stop if you need. We do not have to continue this night."

As tempting as the offer was, like Legolas, you were also aware that if you managed to push through the temporary discomfort now then you would have the rest of your life to share your body with your lover and enjoy all its pleasures.

Taking a moment to consider his offer, you shook your head and spoke softly, trying to ignore the slight burning feeling from being stretched.

"I... want to keep going." was all you could manage.

Legolas listened to not only your words but your tone, trying to detect any hint of reluctance or regret. He heard your whimpering voice, and it broke his heart.

"Are you certain? I do not wish to cause you pain, meleth".

Looking up at him, you gave a weak smile, "I do not think you have a choice in the matter, my love. But I know it is not your intention and that it will not last the night. I will suffer the brief moment of discomfort for you... for us. Our future." Your carefully chosen words struck a chord within his heart and the prince felt a pang of pure, unfiltered emotion soar through him.

The fact that you were choosing to endure this uncomfortable moment to enjoy future pleasures with him made him fall in love with you all over again. You truly loved him, and he felt it in his very soul. Leaning down to kiss you, he brought his face back up as he said, "I love you so much, y/n. I'm going to continue once more, ok?"

The warning of the impending pain made you stiffen apprehensively a little and your walls that surrounded the little amount of his length which rested inside you contracted around him. Legolas groaned as his head dipped into your neck from the feel of your tightening walls as he used every single bit of his strength and willpower to not drive himself completely into you... yet.

Unsure of what caused this reaction, you were worried you had somehow hurt him and brought his face up with your hands to study his features, looking him over to try and understand what just happened. "Legolas? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Your concern went straight to his heart, and he gave you a cheeky smile mixed with a slight chuckle.

"No, my love. You did not hurt me. When you... how shall I say it... squeeze your muscles, well... it drives me crazy."

Trying to understand his meaning and what he had felt, you wanted to confirm your thoughts, "So, it was a good feeling of sorts?"

How perfectly innocent you were with your question and concern, Legolas couldn't help the smile on his face from growing wider, "Yes, my girl. It was a great feeling. But do not worry about that right now for we will have the rest of our lives to learn of each other's pleasures. Right now, my focus is solely on you."

Adjusting his position on his elbows, he placed his hands on your shoulders and his forehead against yours as he whispered, "Ready?".

The brief moment of conversation distracted you enough from the dull ache and you nodded your head, "Yes" you breathed out. Legolas once again was slowly pushing his hips further towards yours, sliding his length within you as far as your body would allow. Your walls continued adjusting to his girth and you cried out from the sensation, feeling both full and uncomfortable at the same time. You fought with your mind which was screaming at you to stop but you pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The prince had once again stopped his movements, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Your heartbeat was vibrating through your chest and into his own as he felt each powerful thump. Watching you, Legolas noticed that you were holding your breath.

"Y/n? Take a breath, my darling."

Bringing you back to the present, you took a deep breath and found your strength to continue.

"Keep going, Legolas." you instructed.

He didn't need to be told twice but instead of giving you the rest of him, he gently moved the length that was within you in and out, getting you accustomed to the private dance of love making. Your walls clenched around him from the stimulation of his girth. The sounds that you made accompanied with the tightness of you, the prince was slowly losing himself as his moans mixed in the air with yours. Continuing this subtle motion for a few minutes, he felt your juices beginning to flow over him, telling him you were ready for the final push.

"Hold onto me, y/n" Legolas commanded, and you did so without question. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder and the other arm around his neck, you saw something within the prince that told you this was it.

He was about to give you the whole of him.

You braced yourself as much as you could against his body as you felt one of the prince's large hands move down to grab your hip, gently encouraging you to raise your leg slightly. With one powerful thrust, Legolas bottomed out inside you, his head shooting upwards as he let out a deep, guttural, close-lipped groan and his eyes squeezed shut.

The sheer tightness of your heated channel had made the final thrust a little uncomfortable for the prince, but it was a sensation he would welcome again and again. Feeling the whole of him take you completely caused your back to practically launch off the bed, but you were held down by the weight of the prince. Your head shot up as well, the back of it digging into the pillow it lay upon as a strained cry left your lips and your nails dug into the soft flesh of the prince.

His head fell against yours and rested there as you both trembled against the other. Legolas took the small moment to look down between your bodies, seeing himself completely sheathed within your warmth was an image he wanted burned into his mind. Swallowing hard while still gasping for air, Legolas kissed the tip of your nose to bring your attention back to him. You locked your eyes onto his, your brows slightly furrowed from the discomfort.

"Are... are you... alright, my love?" the prince asked through deep breaths.

"I... think so." you responded as your panting evened out.

"Do you wish for more?"

You heard the question, and your walls contracted around him in anticipation now which caused another grunt from the shaking prince. He did not need to hear your response as your body answered for you, but you spoke regardless, "Yes, my love. Please. I want all of you"

That was it. Legolas' last bit of control was destroyed with your words.

Rising his torso up so he was resting on his hands, he slowly withdrew his member halfway from your core before proceeding to gently push it back in, feeling your walls move along his muscle, trying to pull him back inside to keep him in place. The pain was diminishing and was quickly being replaced with overwhelming pleasure. You had done it. You had moved past the point of fear and discomfort and now all you felt were ripples of intense bliss and desire with each gentle thrust Legolas provided.

Watching you as he cautiously moved his hips in that soft, steady rhythm, the prince noticed your features move from discomfort to pleasure and his heart stopped with love, pride and need. The worst was over. All that remained was euphoria and he was going to give it to you. Confident you were now at a place where you could enjoy yourself, Legolas brought himself out of you almost completely, only leaving the tip, before driving his length all the way back inside. Your nails dug further into his flesh as you moaned with each thrust. You instinctively raised your knees, so they were resting on either side of his hips which only provided the prince with a better angle to thrust deeper, his tip hitting your cervix and had you crying out his name.

"Legolas! This... this feels.... OH GODS!! Please never stop!" you began shouting as your hips started moving to meet his thrusts.

At the sound of your cries and feel of your own movements, Legolas began to speed up his ministrations without completely pounding into you yet.

"Y/N, you feel incredible around me, my love." he moaned.

He had to fight to keep his eyes shut out of fear of finishing too early should he look upon your writhing body beneath him. The feel of your heat enveloping him was one thing, however, looking upon you as he drove himself harder into your body was going to utterly wreck him. Especially with the way your eyes were now rolling into the back of your head as he reached new depths within you.

Your walls began to convulse again for the third time this night and Legolas knew you were close from this sensation married with the sound of your rapid panting. Bringing a hand under your knee, he hoisted your leg up and over his buttocks, locking it in place as the power of his thrusts increased yet again. You were a mess. Half moaning, half screaming and not being able to form words, the sounds that left your mouth were filled with desire and passion. You moved your hands so one was grabbing onto one of Legolas' arms and the other brought his face down by his neck, so his head was resting on yours as his hips drove into you again, and again, and again. Practically forcing the air from your lungs with each push.

"Legolas..." you panted, "I'm... my body is... going to..." was all you managed to say as a particularly powerful thrust stopped all words from forming in your mind and you cried out, grabbing onto the prince for dear life.

"I know," Legolas said, not slowing down or easing up the intensity of his movements, "I can feel your pleasure building around me."

He finished speaking with another powerful thrust that made the bedhead lightly bang against the wall of your chambers. The prince's hand which continued holding your leg to his body tightened its grip as his own orgasm was mounting. His panting had increased, and he opened his eyes to look at you, feeling your imminent release as your muscles began to squeeze around him. You were completely lost in the feel of him inside you and the sight of your body moving with the strong rhythm of his hips and the sound of your moans and cries, he didn't know how much longer he was going to last.

With each push, your muscles contracted around him, pulling him further into you and your breathing had increased to a pace that was bordering on hyperventilating. Legolas' strength was beginning to fail as he fell onto his free arm, trapping your body with the weight of his own as his other hand kept your leg in place. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, Legolas was pounding into you, smashing his pelvis against your overstimulated clit over and over again.

"LEGOLAS! DON'T STOP!!" you yelled as you felt the first gentle ripple of your next orgasm spasm through your core.

The intensity of this ripple was felt by the prince and his member began throbbing in response. Legolas was grunting with each throb and yelled out your name against your shoulder.

"Y/N! I'm close... I'm there, my love!"

Your grip on his arm and neck was relentless as you attempted to spread your legs wider for him, feeling him swell within you.

"OH GODS, LEGOLAS! PLEASE!!" you begged as you brought your mouth to his shoulder to help muffle your now screams.

The prince cried out in your ear as his powerful and shallow thrusts continued, driving your body towards its third release.

"Fall with me, y/n. Let go... NOW!!" Legolas commanded he violently drove himself up to the hilt within you once more as he swelled, releasing his essence into your vibrating body.

The scream that ripped through your throat as you shuddered around him, pulling all you could from his throbbing member and feeling his warm fluid fill you up, you were certain that every ellon and elleth within the realm had heard your throws of passion, but you cared not. Not in this moment.

You both lay there as the prince worked through each powerful stream of pleasure that escaped him, emptying himself completely inside of you. The almost feral grunts and moans that were still traveling up his throat and into your ear only spurred on the length of your own orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. After a few moments of laying still, not wanting to break the contact yet, Legolas released his death like grip on the back of your thigh and gently placed it back onto the bed.

Bringing his hand up to caress your shoulder, neck and face with his fingertips, the prince's eyes were filled with love as a satisfied grin erupted on his face. He brought his sweaty forehead down to rest on yours which was equally drenched as he gently moaned through the last waves of his own orgasm. You brought your arms around his torso as you tried to look upon his face.

"I love you, Legolas" was all you could think of saying in that moment.

What else was there to say? Your body had said it all for you.

Staring into your eyes, Legolas returned your affection as he gently began running the fingers of one of his hands through your hair, "As I love you, my y/n. You did so well."

Smiling up at him, you wanted to share your thoughts of what had just transpired between you both, "The feel of you within me, Legolas... it was the most extraordinary feeling in the world. I can't believe something which feels so perfect is now within reach whenever we desire it. How are we going to stop?"

The love was pouring from you and the prince felt it pulsing within his very soul, "We are one now, meleth. We can enjoy each other as many times as we desire for as long as we desire."

The idea of Legolas' body being conveniently within your reach at any point had your own body reacting as though it did not just have three powerful orgasms rip through it. Your walls clenched with excitement around the spent prince who remained sheathed within you which elicited an overstimulated groan from him as his head fell back against your shoulder.

"You're going to be the death of me, my love." he shuddered before removing himself from the vice-like grip of your core.

Your body trembled with the loss, and you felt utterly empty without him. Sensing your slight disappointment, the prince chuckled before rolling onto his back and bringing your shoulders within his embrace to rest your head against his chest.

"What have I awoken in you this night, meleth? You're insatiable"

Giggling, you looked up at him and softly placed a hand on his chest, "Is that a bad thing?"

Smiling down at you and tightening his hold, Legolas kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes in contentment, "Not at all. I only hope I can keep up with you."

A small chuckle resonated through your chest at his words, and you closed your eyes, being lulled to sleep by the sound of his calming heart. You were complete. You were loved.

Legolas heard your breathing even out as you fell into a deep sleep within his arms. Kissing your forehead gently, the prince whispered, "My girl, my future wife. I will love you forever." before drifting off into his own blissed out slumber.

[halfbloodwhore]

Legolas x Reader

Smut

Legolas returns to his secret lover after a scouting mission took him away for two weeks...

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Unlike you, Legolas did not fear his fathers wrath. And, as heir of the Woodland Realm, he outranked you, which meant you were compelled to do as he commanded- no questions asked.

This is how you found yourself in your current situation, bent over a wooden table in the King's cellars with your skirts pulled up and the elven Prince standing behind you.

His hands made contact with your ass, gripping your cheeks with force and causing a low moan to escape your lips. Legolas ran his fingers gingerly over your clit, his touch so light you barely felt it. Nonetheless, you felt your pussy pulse from the sensation. Legolas continued to softly play with your clit and smirked to himself. Nothing satisfied him more than his ability to effortlessly make you soaking wet.

"More." You demanded quietly, desperate to feel him inside you. He had just returned from a two week long scouting mission and had forbade you from touching yourself while he was gone. This only filled you with even more desire and longing for your secret lover than usual, which was saying something.

Legolas chucked and slid the tip of a single finger into the opening of your pussy. He circled his finger slowly, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through you. You gasped, losing your balance slightly. Legolas caught you with his free hand before gripping your hip and pulling you back onto the full length of his finger. You moaned, causing Legolas to remove his finger and lean over your body, pressing his lips against your ear.

"You need to stay quiet, princess," he purred. A tingle went down your spine as his breath hit your skin. "Understood?"

You nodded quickly, eager for him to return his finger. He stood back up and inserted two fingers this time. You bit your lip to stifle the moan you felt rising from your throat.

Legolas curled his fingers and your breath hitched. When he didn't move you bucked your hips back and slowly moved yourself up and down his fingers. You looked back at him over your shoulder and saw him watching your movements with darkened eyes.

You clenched around his fingers involuntarily and he let out a breath, removing his fingers and holding eye contact with you as he sucked the evidence of your pleasure off his fingers.

He undid his belt and quickly pulled down his pants, his long cock already rock hard.

Legolas lined himself up with your entrance and you prepared yourself by forcibly gripping the edge of the table. He pushed in slowly, groaning softly as your walls surrounded him. As he sunk into you fully another moan escaped your lips.

He wrapped a hand around your mouth to silence you as he began pounding into you, unable to control himself any longer with your pussy gripping onto his cock. You moaned into his palm as his other hand found its way to your clit, his finger rubbing circles around it just the way you liked. He was an expert when it came to your pleasure and soon enough you were riding out an orgasm, your walls pulsing around Legolas' cock, causing him to reach his own orgasm.

Sindarin words spilled out of his lips as he pressed deep into you, his cock twitching and spilling his cum inside of you.

After a moment you felt him lean over you and press gentle kisses along your shoulder blades. "I missed you," he murmured against your skin before pulling himself out and adjusting your skirts so your bottom half was again covered. You straightened and turned to face him just as he finished securing his belt, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

"Welcome home, my Lord."