Diary (3)
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Summary: You are often writing erotica in your diary, revolving around you and Thorin, but what if he finds it?
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Reader
Warnings: Smut, fluff
Comments/Notes: Thank you to everyone who has voted for more of this fic to be written; I’m hoping it becomes quite a fun series to write. We’re not quite at the smut yet, but this part opens it up for what’s about to come.
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You threw the tray of uncooked pastry into the oven and slammed the door shut. Your breath was causing your chest to tighten each time you inhaled and then exhaled. The whole of your chest felt like it was being compressed and your head pounded with anger and heart-wrenching pain.
Thorin had accomplished what he had set out to do: find a potential wife. No doubt the bedsprings would be put to good use that night, and you would lie awake imagining every second, mentally murdering yourself, stripping your throat raw with sobs and hitched sobs.
“What’s wrong? Please talk to me,” your best friend’s voice came. “You’ve been silent all evening. Are your family alright?” Neldra stepped up beside you. The two of you were the only ones left in the enormous kitchen. All of the utensils had been abandoned as the remainder of the kitchen staff finished their duties to enjoy what was left of the evening out in the main hall.
“My family are fine,” you replied simply.
“Then what’s bothering you so much? Have I got to go and duel with someone?” she asked, raising a faint smile in hopes it would cause you to reciprocate. Only it didn’t.
You stepped away, wiping down the table with a piece of cloth. “I...” you stuttered. What were you going to say? You still had no idea how you would form the words, and of course Neldra would only laugh at your admissions. You were in love with King Thorin...so were dozens of other Dwarf women. He was Erebor’s most eligible bachelor.
“I lost my diary,” you said suddenly, remembering the disappearance of it that afternoon.
Thorin paced his room, waiting for you. He watched the flickering of the candle on his desk, sure that you had been longer than an hour. Absently he began flicking through your pages, smiling to himself at the images you conjured through your narration.
Suddenly there was a knock at his door.
“Come!” he called, rushing to his desk where he put your diary away in one of the drawers.
You entered.
You nervously peered around the room, noticing there was no one else there. The tray was starting to rattle in your shaking hands, so you approached the nearest table and placed it down. “Sorry for the delay, my Lord,” you said in a just about audible voice. You could not look him in the eyes, to know what was happening. The woman he intended to make his wife was probably going to meet with him soon. You swallowed hard over a painful lump which formed at the very thought.
“Enjoy your evening,” you said again and turned away, tears burning your eyes.
“I intend to,” Thorin replied.
You jumped as his arm stretched out beside you and shut the door before you could reach it. What was he doing? “Again, I’m sorry...”
“Why are you apologising? Turn to face me,” he ordered.
You turned around, your back hitting the door and you let a gasp slip past your lips. He was so beautiful.
“I’m... keeping you from the e...vening with female company,” you stuttered again.
“I never said you were keeping me. In fact, you are the female company I was intending to enjoy tonight,” Thorin replied. This time he smiled, his whole face lighting up. It radiated with joy and innocence.
“Me?” you asked, startled.
“Why ever not? And I believe cinnamon and apple pastries are your favourites? With camomile tea?”
“How do you know that?” you asked. Was he spying on you and taking more notice of your behaviour than you first thought. Your heart was racing now, and excitement was starting to jump in your stomach. Were you dreaming? Surely none of this was real.
“Come and eat,” he told you, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch at the end of his bed.
Thorin disappeared behind you and then re-appeared with something in his hand. You closed your eyes and felt a lead-weight drop in your gut. Was that your diary? “Please don’t say that’s....?”
“Your mind is exquisite, dearest,” Thorin whispered, sitting down beside you. “Read me an entry.”
“What?” you spluttered.
“Read to me,” Thorin requested, taking a bite of a pastry. Slowly he began to remove his robes. You noticed how slow he was doing it, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I can’t,” you said, feeling your nerves become overwhelming.
“Then choose me your favourite,” Thorin said. He leaned towards you, placing the pastry to your lips. Why was he so beautiful? Apple and cinnamon flooded your mouth, closely followed by the tip of Thorin’s finger. His eyes were growing darkened by lust and he continued staring at you.
You closed your eyes, feeling Thorin push more of his finger into your mouth. “Maybe this will help you decide,” he whispered. You felt his finger slip from your mouth and then something tickled your lips. His beard.
Thorin brushed his hand against your cheek and deepened the kiss, tasting the apple on your tongue. His arousal began to burn in his breeches, heightened by your moans beneath the kiss.
The King pulled away from your kiss, smiling at you. “Choose your favourite, dearest,” he requested softly.
Your mind was ablaze, becoming a whirlwind of so many emotions and thoughts, all tangled like a dense mist. “I...”
Thorin encouraged you to eat more of your pastry, knowing you were flustered and overwhelmed by the situation. He opened your diary as you ate more cinnamon and apple. His velvet voice resounded around your head, mixing with the pulsing and throbbing at your thighs.
“I walk into my room, petals like silk beneath my feet, and there you are, on my bed, waiting for me. You greet me from a hard day’s work, kissing my ear and cheek, moving down to my neck. Your hands, experienced, calloused, yet gentle, caress my breasts. Skin against skin...” His voice continued on and every now and then his silver blue eyes would peer over the yellowed pages, watching you.
Then he put the diary down and reached out to you, his hand resting on your hip. You couldn’t help but move in closer to him, feeling his warmth. “Every one of those entries, every fantasy, and I will make sure you live it,” Thorin promised. “It has been some years since I have taken a woman, but I intend to pleasure you beyond anything you’ve felt before. You want me and you will have me.”
“Every one?” you asked.
“Every....single....one,” Thorin said. The pause between each word made your gut stir even more, butterflies swarming. Thorin reached over to his desk and presented you with a leather-bound book, similar to your current diary. “And then when we have finished, you can begin writing more.”
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