Our Vices Part 1
This is a fanfiction I have written about Fem!Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield just for the love of it. I do not own any rights to the characters or storylines in the Hobbit (duh) and are simply writing this to unleash one of my favourite ships! It is only recently that I've really gotten into female Bilbo Baggins as I usually don't enjoy rule 63. But for some reason this really caught on to me. Also I really wanted to have a chance to write some verbal exercises and experiment a bit with my writing style – thus why it doesn't seem like any of my other work. But let me know what you think - mega curious :D AND HERE IS MY STORY :D IT IS R RATED, NOT FOR CHILDREN!
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"THIS IS THE LAST I WILL HEAR OF IT!" Thorin bellowed, his body visibly shaking in anger at his nephews audacity to confront him. "Kili can neither stand, nor run! He is in no visible shape to continue our journey to Erebor! Tomorrow morning he will remain here! END OF DISCUSSION!"
The room that had once contained many argumentative voices drew instantly, and deathly, silent. The opposition to his orders quashed.
As no single dwarf nor hobbit rose to continue the argument, Thorin swiftly turned on his heels and headed up the stairs to retire for the evening, having made his commands clear. He had not wanted to end this evening with bickering about Kili's fitness for travel when clearly he had no ability to do so. Exhausted, he made his way up to his room.
Kili clawed into his brothers arms.
"Fili, do something! Say something" he whispered desperately, his face growing ever paler as the orc venom pulsed through his injured leg "I've come too far not to see Erebor!"
"What do you want me to do?!" Fili hissed back at him "Demand that he allow you to come! You could no more demand that of our king than I?"
Kili's eyes poured with desperation, turning to the only other source of sympathy.
"Bilba please! Please talk to him! I will be better by tomorrow morning, I will be fit enough for the boat ride at least! Make him see reason, he listens to you"
Bilba scoffed at the suggestion.
"Kili, he barely likes me"
"But he respects you" Kili continued to plead "You save his life against the orc horde, you helped us escape from Thranduil's dungeon! He respects your authority and the wisdom of your words!"
Kili suddenly hissed as the over exertion of his plea sent ripples of pain coursing up through his leg.
"Please Bilba, you're my only chance of seeing my home…"
Bilba hated the effect that Fili and Kili had on her. They were older than her by a good 20 years yet they both still had the big doughy eyes of boy's just barely entering adulthood. The way Kili's large brown eyes seem to swell, brimming on the edge of tears tore away at her heart.
She didn't even necessarily disagree with Thorin. Kili was incredibly unwell from the infection in his leg and could barely sit upright. Bringing him on the final leg of the journey may yet be the death of him.
But as soon as she saw those big, soft, heart wrenching – but downright manipulative – eyes, she knew she couldn't say no.
Bilba had no idea how Thorin ever said no to anything they wanted. She always drew it down to years of experience dealing with them.
He had after all practically raised them.
But she could clearly see why many in the company let them get away with murder. Especially Balin – the old softie.
Bilba rolled her eyes.
"Fine… I'll go talk to him. But I am not making any promises!" she snapped "mark my words, I will not bear the blame if this exacerbates your injuries"
Kili's eyes lit up like a child on Durin's day, instantly turning to his brother in excited chatter.
Bilba promptly stood up and made her way up the stairs towards Thorin's room, hoping to miss any further manipulation at the hands of those big doughy eyes. Though as she walked away she could still hear Kili begging Fili to go with her so that he could also help sway their uncle's mind. Seems that even his brother found his eyes hard to resist.
Thorin's room was always the easiest in the lodging to find, being that most of the manor they were staying in consisted of long winding hallways. The people of Laketown had so generously him a large private room at the end of the hall, accommodation fit for any king.
Bilba's feet moved quietly across the floor, not that she was intending to sneak, but gradually she had come to finesse her lighter step. She was, after all, meant to be a master burglar.
Upon reaching Thorin's door, Bilba took a minute to compose and organize her thoughts. Thorin had pressed upon her on many occasions that he simply did not have time to listen to her blather on, especially when there was an urgent point to be made. Dwarves were notorious for being to the point and, even at some times, be harshly blunt.
It was a language barrier that Bilba herself was only just coming to terms with, despite their several months of travelling.
Having structure a fair argument in her head, Bilba smoothed out her dress and hair before gently raising her hand to knock on his door.
"Bilba" a soft voice cooed from beyond the door.
Bilba instantly withdrew her hand from the door, feeling as though she had been caught out dawdling in the hallway. She was about to open her mouth and respond when Thorin's deep baritone voice came again softly from behind the door.
"Oh Bilba yes…"
Bilba felt her entire body, from the tips of her ears to the fluff over her feet, turn a bright shade of red.
Now she had no idea what to do.
The moaning that now came from behind the door left her planted where she stood. By all means she should walk away, leaving Thorin to the privacy that he had clearly sought out not matter whose name was being calling out. But she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't hear her walk away.
A faux pas that would obviously leave him feeling dejected and humiliated once he knew that she had heard him.
She could just stand at the door and wait for him to finish before attempting to knock once more, giving him ample time to properly redress and receive her. But that would mean she would have to stand there and listen to him relieve himself while crying out her name.
The mere thought turning Bilba's cheeks and even brighter shade of red.
And how would she know he was done? She could be standing here for minutes or hours. She had little insight into the time diameter of how long it would take Thorin to climax. There was nothing to say he hadn't already finished and here she was standing here like a fool.
Bilba gently pressed one of her ears to the door but it couldn't make out any further audible sounds.
Maybe he had just finished and could knock now.
But still, her Baggins sensibilities were screaming at her not to interrupt Thorin, especially during such an intimate time.
It was then that Bilba noticed a small stream of light filtering down out of the keyhole.
That was when her Tookish curiosity wriggled into her mind.
It made sense, Thorin had the grandest room and thereby had a large door with a sturdy large locking mechanism on it. It wouldn't be a great feat to have a peek through the keyhole and quickly check to see if his business was concluded. Bilba swiftly rationalised that Thorin was not the first man she had ever since naked, more still it would not be the first time she had ever seen Thorin naked. She had more than an eyeful when the company had decided to make use of Elrond fountain.
She was an adult, she was simply going to check to ensure it was not inappropriate to knock at the door. Thorin wouldn't mind anyway, she began to rationalize, seeming how fond all the dwarves were of being nude.
Even then, there was nothing to say he would even be nude. This sort of activity does not require a complete undress or nothing that could be swiftly covered by a blanket.
She was quite aware of why she should not handle anyone else's bedroll but her own.
She would simply take a quick peek before knocking at the door. That is all, nothing nefarious.
However, nothing could have prepare her for what she saw.
Gently Bilba bend over and pressed her eye up to the keyhole and allowed the image from the room to filter in. Bilba gasped almost inaudibly.
It was the most beautiful then she had ever seen. In all the time she had travelled with Thorin she had never seen him so beautifully dishevelled.
He had removed all of his outer clothing and lay sprawled out of the bed in front of her. He had rolled up his dark navy shirt to just over his nipples, exposing his chiselled abdomen covered by a long flowing mane of hair. Even still, she could make out the flush of red and glistening of sweat that gushed through the cheeks on his face and blush across the contours of his pectoral muscles.
Though he still wore his pants and boot, his trousers had been shimmied down to sit just below his hips, affording him greater access to his monstrous girth.
And what a monstrous girth it was.
Bilba was not unfamiliar with male anatomy. She had seen many while she use play in the rivers with her friends back in the shire. But never quite so… erect… so large and firm. She could have never guessed, thinking back to watching Thorin in Elrond's fountain, that his genitals could become quite so engorged. Even from this distance, Bilba could make out a thick vein that ran up the side of his large pulsing member.
Even with Thorin's large firm hands, he seemed to have difficulty wrapping them around the entirety of his shaft as he deftly made long, tense strokes. He seemed to take great delicacy in pulling his foreskin all the way back up to the top of the head, forcing little pearls of pre-cum to pool from its eye, before dragging it firmly back down to the hilt.
His body seemed to respond to his every movement, his hips almost grinding against his hand as he clutched desperately at the sheets bunched up in his other fist.
His head, with his gorgeous long black mane sprawled out, grinded hard into the pillow while he keened from the pleasure coursing through his body.
His lips visibly trembled as his mouth clawed for more of the sweet words that propelled his ecstasy onwards.
"Oh Mahal Bilba, just like that…"
Bilba bit her bottom lip as his word seemed to strike a chord with some long held longing deep inside her. It instantly manifested itself within the warmth between her legs. As her breath began to increase, she found it harder and harder to remember what she was meant to be doing here. Unable or unwilling to tear herself away from the vision in front of her.
Bilba couldn't help but desire to know exactly what she was doing to Thorin in the fantasy of his mind.
His breaths drew long and ragged, though tantalizingly giving Bilba no further indication of what pleasures she would be inflicting on him to draw out such brilliant passion from a man she only knew as being stone like and cold.
She could only envision her small pert little mouth wrapped delicately around his large throbbing manhood, seeking to sheathe itself deep inside of her throat. The tight wetness enveloping him and dragging him painfully toward his inevitable orgasm, filling her throat with seed.
Bilba's own breaths became raspy as she bit down on her middle finger to contain the twisting writhing knot of sexual tension building within her. She knew that she would need to unravel it once she returned to the privacy of her own chamber. Though she would be sure to put a stocking in the keyhole when she did.
Though fully aware that she was still in the hallway, she fiercely debated about sliding her hand up her inner thigh and seeking out her own relief right there outside Thorin's door.
She wouldn't be far off either as she watched Thorin's movements rapidly increase in rate. With the crux of his orgasm clenching to take its hold, Thorin's back began to arch into each desperate thrust, his teeth clenching in his mouth as if to reign in the desperate moans he was trying to make.
With a sudden convulsion of his body, his orgasm washed over him, white hot liquid pulsing from the tip of his manhood and covering the hair coating his abs. Bilba couldn't supress a small jealous moan at his climax, wishing it was her whom had brought him such ecstasy.
Revelling in the pride of her reward as Thorin would unravel for her, ejaculating onto her face or down her throat.
"Never thought you as much of a voyeur, Miss Baggins" Fili's mocking voice slashed through the empty space next to her head, startling her so suddenly that she yelped away from the keyhole.
Fili usually would have taken time to be more cautious in his approach of Bilba to avoid startling her, not wanting to get chewed out by his uncle again for making her squeak in terror. Yet as he saw her bend over to gaze into the keyhole, lips trembling with cheeks flushed red, he couldn't help but wonder how close he could get to her before she noticed the watcher had become the watched.
The answer was right next to her.
Literally, he had been standing about a hands distance away from her for about 5 minutes, watching her breaths quicken and yearning grow for the vision that danced in front of her eyes. He hadn't fully understood her boldness until he heard his uncle loudly gasp out for Bilba beyond the door.
True he, as all the company had at this stage, had realised Thorin's desire for the young hobbit. Few had even brought their knowledge to his attention. But Thorin had all too quickly also backed his intentions up by claiming that he had no desire to pursue them until Erebor had been reclaimed and he could present her with the prospect of a proper courtship.
It seems fate had other ideas.
"Oh no! I wasn't… I wasn't peeping!" Bilba stammered, clearly caught in the act "I was trying to see… see if Thorin was… was"
"Crying out your name while he came?" he cut her off slyly.
Her face came into a new full bloom of red that Fili wasn't entirely convinced wouldn't set her on fire.
"No…now…t-that…that's just" was all she could humph out before becoming so blustered that she swept past Fili, ran down the hallway and threw herself into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Thorin, upon hearing the commotion going on outside of his room, swiftly composed himself enough to inspect the noise. Seemingly just in time to see Bilba's door slam shut down the hallways, Fili still chuckling as he leaned against the frame of his door.
"Bilba? Wait? What on earth is going on out here?!" He bellowed at the young blonde man, straining to compose himself against the vigorous activity he was attempting to conceal.
Fili just snickered as he turned back to look at his grumpy and dishevelled uncle.
"Oh nothing uncle," Fili chuckled "I had not realised that your captive audience could be so easily startled during your performance."
"My captive audience?" Thorin spat incredulously, initially bewildered by his nephew's deranged statement. But as the pieces fell into place, the sudden vertigo of dread sunk his stomach to his feet.
"Oh Mahal" he whispered horrified "How long was she…?" his voice trailing off in the encroaching dread, not truly wishing for an answer to his questions.
"Long enough for her to work up a sweat" Fili snickered, swiftly turning on his heels and striding off down the hallway before his uncle could take a swing at him within arm's reach.
Thorin was mortified.
Swiftly he tidied himself up, using a damp cloth from his basin to remove the residue underneath his shirt. Then, tucking himself in and running his fingers through his hair, he moved outside of his room and down the hall to Bilba's sleeping chambers.
He stood with his hand stretched up to knock on Bilba's door for what seemed like an eternity.
What exactly was he meant to say?
'I'm sorry you caught me defiling you with my mind'
All the same. He had an obligation to his company and to her to ensure all resolutions were met. No matter how embarrassing or personal it was to his sensibilities he couldn't have something like this looming over him. Especially considering how close they were to recapturing Erebor.
It was expected of him as a leader and a future king.
He knocked gently on Bilba's door.
"Bilba, can you please open the door so we can discuss what just happened?" he said very gently into the wood grain in front of him.
After a moment of tense silence the door creaked open.
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Fili plonked himself back down on the seat next to his pale brother, still wearing the shit eating grin of triumph that he'd been wearing down the stairs.
"So what did he say?" Kili asked expectantly "Did uncle say I could come?"
The smile instantly dropped from Fili's face.
"Shit! I knew I forgot something!" He huffed, standing up to walk back up to the stairs but Kili swiftly dragged him back down to the wooden bench.
"Wait…" Kili asked wirily "If you and Bilba weren't pleading my case then what were you doing all this time?" his face suddenly springing to life as some juicy gossip filled his mind "Have you spilt jam on his intended wedding china?" he giggled.
Fili rolled his eyes in response to his brothers' childishness. "No," he chuckled "I still have a desire to live!"
"But I do suspect that Bilba might be stuffing her stocking into the keyhole of her room – lest she get a taste of her own medicine…"
Kili's eyes grew wide with this tasty titbit.
"Did uncle catch her?" Kili gasped excitedly.
"Not quickly enough" Fili chuckled back "He's going to her room now, to apologise I think"
"Wait, he's going to apologise? But wasn't she the one peeping through at him? What has he got to be sorry for?" Kili asked curiously.
Fili chuckled as he brought a large glass of mead to his lips so he could whisper the last part to his brother better.
"Well it certainly wasn't my name on his lips when he came"
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Thankyou for reading! I had a lot of fun writing this and having a chance to do some verbal exercises that I don't normally get to do :D Oh and just for those not familiar
"Spilling jam on your wedding china" – is an old term for infidelity i.e. jam being blood, wedding china being the sanctity of your marriage. Basically Kili was asking if Fili and Bilba had sex instead of going to see Thorin.
Anyway now it is up to you! I am happy to keep writing if ya'll desire, this won't impact my other writing schedules or anything else. So if you enjoy it let me know, if not I'll make it maybe a 2 parter :P