You tugged at the end of your dress, nervously trying to make it longer. Your wonderful dorm roommate had borrowed you a dress. It was a beautiful dress but it was right and short. It showed off your curves and made your breasts appear larger than they were.

"Use protection!" You rolled your eyes at your roommate and grabbed your purse from your bed. You stepped out of your dorm room, your heels making you stumble, and you felt your nerves skyrocket.

You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Thorin, and these heels made that a strong possibility. It wasn't like you never wore heels before, but your dorm mate gave you the sexiest heels she had.

And they were taller and thinner than you expected.

"Take deep breaths. Breathe." You stepped out of your dorm building and spotted a sleek looking black car parked outside. You licked your lips as your gaze feel from the car to the sexy man leaning against it.

Thorin was wearing dark blue jeans with a white shirt tucked in, along with a black jacket. Your eyes shamelessly wandered his frame, blushing slightly as you did so. If you thought he looked like sex on legs in the class, then now...you couldn't even describe how he looked.

"Y/N, you look beautiful." His thick, hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench.

"Professor Durin..." Just the way he was looking at you, his clear, bright blue eyes raking your frame. His eyes focusing on the way your dress clenched around your breasts.

"Call me Thorin." He walked towards you, stopping mere inches from your quivering body. You looked up at him, almost having to crane your neck up, and felt your breath catch in your throat.

The way that he was looking at you, with pure and raw passion, almost sent you into overdrive. You knew Thorin would provide a long, good fuck that would leave you breathless and sore. You could tell by looking at him that he'd leave you more than satisfied.

"Thorin..." His name felt heavy on your tongue, but it was pleasant. You licked your lips and stepped down the last few steps, the heels making you wobble slightly.

You felt his hand reach out and grab yours, his thick fingers wrapped around yours securely, sending shivers up and down your spine. His hand wrapped around yours made you stop momentarily, as you closed your eyes. You we're trying not to think of how his thick fingers would feel in your pussy.

"You alright?" Your eyes snapped open at his voice near your ear. His accent, his thick accent, was a sound you would never get tired of hearing. It relaxed you and made you forget where you were.

And then reality came crashing in, as you dropped his hand like you were burned. You crossed your arms and finished walking to his car, determined not to show just how much he affected you.

"I'm fine. Thank you." You awkwardly got into his car, the right dress and high heels not helping you move, and when you got in, you shifted until you found a comfortably position.

When you found a position, your eyes wandered over to Thorin. His eyes were focused on the dashboard of his vehicle, but judging from the smirk on his face, he enjoyed you staring at him.

"I've made reservations at a small Italian restaurant. I hope you don't mind." You cursed under your breath. Small Italian restaurants most likely meant candlelight and fancy wine. Delicious food, you loved Italian, and close seating. You'd probably be sitting close enough to smell his cologne.

And he'd be close enough to run his hands up and down your thighs, before dipping into your pussy. His thumbs rubbing against your clit while his fingers work their way into your soaked heat.

You looked away from Thorin and focused on the passing scenery. Your clit was hard and your cunt was already dripping. You were soaked. With a quick jerk, your crossed one leg over the other and squeezed your thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building.

"Fuck him. And let him fuck you. You'll feel better. Besides he is your soulmate isn't he? itll feel right and it is right. One way or another, sooner or later, he'll be fucking you." Bilbo's advice worked its way to the front of your mind and you cursed him silently.

"Y/N?" You forced Bilbo's voice and advice out of your head and turned back to Thorin. His blue eyes were trained on you, although they were a shade darker than normal.

"I'm fine." You forced a smile as his eyes turned away and focused back on the road. You also tried to focus on the road, but it was hard to focus when Thorin was sitting next to you, looking like a sex god.

"We need to talk about what will happen next." What would happen next? You wanted to avoid Thorin as much as possible. And yes, even though he was your soulmate, you would do your damnedest.

"Thorin..." you were cut off by him parking his car and getting out of it. He walked around the car and opened your door for you. You tried hard not to blush, but it was incredibly sweet and you felt yourself melt a little.

"Careful." Again, his hand grabbed yours and he helped you out of the car, and didn't let go until he knew you were steady.

"T-thank you." You were more aware of the beauty of Thorin now that you were standing in front of him. He was almost a head and a half taller than you, and he was broad and strong. His jaw was square and he had a straight nose that made him appear serious and strong.

And then there were his eyes. God you thought his eyes were beautiful. Blue and clear, they were striking. They caught your own eyes and kept them hostage.

"We should get inside." You followed Thorin into the small restaurant, and when you stepped in through the door, his hand met the small of your back.

"I have a reservation for Durin." You stood beside him as he kept a hand on your back and you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth. Even the smallest touch made your body come alive.

"Follow me." Again, he let you pass, and as you walked after the hostess, you could feel his eyes on your back.

"Right here. Your waitress will be right with you." You were right about it being small and cozy.

The table you were seated at, had a thick white tablecloth covering the top, and on top of it, sat two candles. The area you were in, was near the back, in the corner, offering privacy.

"I've never been here." Your eyes continued to wander the restaurant, stopping at the wall of wine. Your eyes looked over the labels, those that youcould make out, but none that seemed familiar to you.

"Bilbo gave me this suggestion. Apparently Bofur brought him here." You cursed Bilbo's name. He was the one to suggest letting Thorin fuck you, and he was slow the one that gave the suggestion for the restaurant, apparently.

"Is that so?" You couldn't keep the irritation from your tone of voice. You were going to kill the curly haired man.

"Good evening. My name is Brooklyn and I'll be your waitress this evening. Can I get you started with some wine?" You felt your eyes leaving the pretty red-headed waitress.

You focused on Thorin, wondering if he would even order wine for the both of you. You were definitely legal, and you had been for a few years, but you were still his student. And he was your teacher. And soul mate.

"We'll have your house special." The waitress smiled prettily at Thorin and then gave you a smirk and a wink.

"Y/N we need to discuss what happens now." What happens now. Just as you were expecting.

"Thorin..." You couldn't manage to say what you were sure you wanted to say. The plan that you had been working on in your mind, was to tell him that nothing would happen. Or will ever happen.

You knew you couldn't do that. It wasn't going to happen. You couldn't tell him to stay away because the mark on your arm, the one that mirrored his, told you that you were bound. You were soulmates. Destined.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Y/N. But we are soulmates and I'm going to pursue you. With all my might." Somehow the image of Thorin as a cave-man type popped into your brain.

Again, you felt your pussy clench, as the image of Thorin throwing you over your shoulder came to mind. His broad, bare shoulders carrying you to a private area. Him tossing you on a make-shift bed. His blue eyes staring at you with lust and passion. And then he slowly crawled on top of you and ran his hands up and down your thighs.

Your lips met and slowly, his tongue met yours. You moaned against his mouth and arched your back, your breasts and hardened nipples touching his bare, hard chest.

"Y/N?" You snapped out of your sex day-dream and flushed. You were getting more and more turned on just by being in his presence.

"Sorry. I was thinking." You cleared your throats and touched the silverware on the table.

"I'm your student. How is this okay?" You knew it didn't matter. You knew that as his soulmate, almost all rules were tossed out the window. You were his and he was yours.

"You know how. You don't have to ask. But again, I won't make you uncomfortable. But like I said, I will pursue you. But I will make sure you are okay. We will take it slow. Get to know each other." Let him fuck you. You pushed Bilbo's thoughts out of your head again.

"Slow?" How slow was he going to go? You were sitting across from him with a dripping pussy and he wanted to go slow?

"We'll start by getting to know each other. That's the first step." The waitres scale back and set two glasses in front of you both, and then filled the glass. She stepped back and winked at you, giving you a little smirk.

"Thank you." You reached for your wine glass and brushed fingers with Thorin.

"Alright. We'll go slow."

Sorry for the long long wait! I was in the process of house searching when I stopped writing and then bought a house and then had to pack and unpack. But now I'm back!

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