Summary: AU, where certain individuals don't die in the Bo5A. Wandering the halls of Erebor, you find yourself in the last place you expected with the last dwarf you ever thought to meet.
Wandering the halls of Erebor, you knew you were lost. You had been told to stay in your room, but you rarely did as you were told. As soon as the sun had set, you had snuck out, eager to explore. But this was your first time in the Lonely Mountain and too many of the hallways looked the same. It didn't help that you were avoiding areas of loud noise. Rowdy, drunken dwarves were not what you wanted to deal with right now.
Pausing as you came to an intersection, you frowned to yourself. Now which way? At this rate you were liable to wander the mountain all night and not get anywhere.
Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from the hallway on your left, causing your heart to leap. Forward or right? You needed to choose and quickly before you were found. Gathering your skirts, you hurried forward, praying for a corner or alcove to hide in.
You found neither. Instead, you found a heavy door. Not hesitating, you pushed it open. There was silence on the other side and you knew you were safe for the moment. You thought it was strange that the door opened into another hallway and your curiosity got the better of you. Creeping forward, you saw this hall was lined with rich tapestries and unlit torches. Where were you?
Seeing light further on, you kept going. Whatever room you were approaching was silent so you wanted to know what was there. When you reached the end, you froze.
You were in the throne hall. The hallway you had found was a personal entrance for the royals because you were standing on the edge of the walkway that held the throne.
Swallowing, you wondered if you should leave, but you wanted to see the throne up close. You had been in the crowd earlier for the start of the celebration, but you hadn't really been able to see anything. Besides, the hall was empty so who would know you were here?
You stepped out, your gaze moving over everything over everything you could see. The hall was huge. It hadn't seemed it when it had been packed with people, but from here it was massive. You knew dwarves could get loud, but how anyone could be heard in here was beyond belief.
"Oh my," you murmured as you saw the mithril engravings on the throne glow in the moonlight.
Hurrying to it, your fingers ran over the arms of it. It was solid stone, a true throne worthy of Durin's Heir. The Arkenstone was glowing above the seat and captivated you for a moment with its swirling colours. Your gaze returned to the throne and a wicked smile crossed your lips. No one was here. No one would know.
You gathered your skirts and sat on the throne. It was cold, telling you the king was long gone. Probably with his kin, drinking the night away. Your gaze moved over the hall, appreciating the view. Closing your eyes, you leaned back, resting completely on it. It was wrong to be sitting here, but you weren't going to move yet. How many other than the line of Durin could claim to have sat here? Not that you would be able to tell anyone. You weren't sure what the punishment would be, but you didn't think it would be nice.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Everything in you froze at the deep voice. You hadn't heard anyone approach. Had you imagined it?
"I know you heard me."
Cracking your eyes open, you saw the last person you wanted to see walking toward you. Damn it. Now what? "Enjoying myself?" you echoed, deciding to answer him. "Perhaps. Does it matter?"
"You're on my throne," he said darkly, climbing the steps to where you were seated.
"So I am." You pushed yourself out of it. "Maybe I was keeping it warm for you."
His eyes darkened at your sass and you almost cursed yourself. Why were you baiting him? You were in the wrong and were making it worse every time you opened your mouth.
Wondering if you could out run him, you took a step away from the throne.
"I didn't say you could leave."
Freezing again, you watched as he took his throne. Why did he want you to stay? Well, there was the whole matter of you sitting on his throne to deal with. He didn't look angry, but you had heard he was very good at hiding his emotions.
He studied you, his blue eyes serious. "I have to admit I'm at a loss what to do about this," he said quietly. "No one has been bold enough to do what you have."
Or they hadn't gotten caught. Resigning yourself to the fact that you were going to be punished, you silently hoped that it would not get back to your family.
"Strip."
Gasping in surprise, you took a step back. "W-What?"
He lifted a brow. "I told you to strip."
Yes, he had but you didn't want to.
"Where did all that sass from earlier go?" he asked. "Can you not face the consequences of your actions?"
"I wasn't planning on facing a pervert," you muttered.
"Perhaps you'd rather be locked away until I figure out what to do with you?"
No. You wouldn't. Reaching behind you, you gave the ties of your corset a tug. You didn't want to, but your curiosity had landed you in it and a little part of you wondered where he was going with this. Tugging a little more on the corset, you pushed it down your body when it was loose enough.
A low growl left him and made you shiver.
Looking down to see what had set him off, you blushed faintly as you saw that the moonlight turned the white blouse you wore under the corset completely transparent.
"Keep going."
Your eyes narrowed at him. You really didn't like his tone. Hands lifting, you removed the clasps holding your hair up. He growled again as curls and braids fell around you, hiding your body.
"I didn't say to do that."
You simply smiled and let your hands trail down your neck. They were cool from your nervousness, but his gaze was making your skin hot. Your fingers hooked into the top of your blouse, slowly pulling it down. It slid over your shoulders, gaping across your breasts. When the pale tops of your breasts came into view, your hands slipped out of the material to run down your chest.
"I said to strip," he growled, his voice low.
"And I am. You didn't tell me how to strip though."
He glared at you. "You aren't in a position to tease."
"Oh, I think I am," you purred, hands skimming down to your hips. As mad as he was acting, you knew his gaze kept returning to your barely covered breasts. You deftly undid the laces holding your skirt up and heard him suck in a harsh breath as the material pooled around your feet. Your blouse was long enough to cover the top of your thighs, but your skin still burned as his gaze raked over you. "Better?"
"Much," he said huskily. "I'm almost inclined to let you keep the shirt."
Wasn't like it covered much. "And now?"
He rubbed his chin, studying you. "Come here."
There wasn't much distance between you, but you sauntered over to him. Placing your hands on the arms of the throne, you leaned into him and knew your shirt really wasn't covering your breasts. "Now what?" you murmured.
"Don't think you have any control over this situation."
Didn't you? Pulling back from him, you gripped your shirt and slipped it over your head.
"Mahal," he growled, his eyes roaming over your naked form.
Your lips quirked as he reached out to push your hair away from where it covered you. When his fingers grazed the underside of your breast, you stepped back. "You said strip, not anything about touching."
"You would defy me?"
"You aren't my king."
He growled and his hands whipped out to latch onto your hips. Before you could get away, he jerked you forward. Stumbling, you gasped as you fell into his lap and he groaned as one of your hands landed between you.
Your fingers curled around the hard length you could feel through his clothes. "Oh my," you whispered. "Does someone like what they see?"
He groaned again as you rubbed him.
And he thought you didn't have any control. Foolish king. Leaning forward, you left your hand where it was and shifted so you were straddling his lap. "Tell me, Thorin," you murmured, your lips brushing his ear. "Have you enjoyed your throne?"
"What do you-" He broke off with a growl as you squeezed him.
"You know what I mean."
He shook his head once, making you smile.
"What a shame," you sighed, your lips wandering along his bearded jaw. "Do you want to?"
His hips bucked up when you pulled your hand away.
"That isn't an answer," you scolded gently.
"I'm a king," he growled, "and you think to tease me?"
You huffed out a breath. Back to this? "Yes, I do because, king or not, you want me and my teasing. If you didn't, you would have stopped me already."
Thorin made a low noise, but didn't deny it.
"So are we going to enjoy your throne?"
"Aye," he said lowly.
"Good." Your hands pressed to his chest, slowly trailing down. You could feel his hard muscles through the fabric and the thought of that raw strength moving over you made your skin tingle. "Oh, the things I want you to do to me."
He lifted a brow. "Oh?"
"I want you between my legs, licking and sucking me to orgasm," you breathed and heard him make a noise. "I want your fingers inside me, getting me ready for when you take me. I want you to pound deep and hard inside me and make me scream as I come."
"Mahal," he growled again.
"But right now I really want you to kiss me."
He didn't even hesitate. One hand shot up to grip the back of your head and pulled you forward. His lips were firm on yours, his kiss as hard as the rest of him. You didn't resist him when his tongue passed over your lips, but he surprised you. Nipping at your lower lip, he swept his tongue along the plump flesh. Each pass had you trembling and it wasn't long before you deepened the kiss.
His fingers flexed in your hair, pulling your closer so you were pressed flush to him. The rich fabric of his tunic rubbed against your nipples, making them tighten further. His hips were rolling up, pressing his erection against your sex. It was enough to drive you mad. But you weren't going to give up your control so easily.
Pulling back from him slightly, you kissed his jaw again and ignored his growl. A gasp left you when he tugged on your hair.
"I thought you wanted me to kiss you," he growled.
"Maybe I want you to kiss me somewhere else," you purred.
He shuddered under you. "Where?"
"Haven't decided yet," you teased, nipping his jaw.
"If you don't, I'll pick for you."
You smiled. "And where would you kiss me?"
His hands latched onto your hips and lifted you up on your knees. A moan left you as he rubbed his cheek against your breast, his beard rough against your sensitive skin. Your fingers curled into his tunic as he nipped at the soft underside of your breast and it was all you could do not to start panting in anticipation.
You trembled as he began kissing you, his lips hot on your skin. When they brushed against your nipple, a soft whimper left you as he didn't stop there. The upper half of your breast got the same attention, his mouth kissing every inch of skin he could find. "Thorin," you murmured.
"You said kiss," he rumbled, his lips moving to give the other breast the same treatment.
A growl left you at that. Apparently the king thought he was funny. "Maybe I want more than kissing."
"Like what?"
Licking and sucking came to mind.
His tongue flicked out to ring your nipple and it made your muscles tense. Dropping your chin, you found him looking up at you, his blue eyes wicked. As his tongue made another pass around you, your composure cracked and your hand lifted to grip his hair. You tried to keep him where he was, wanting him to take you into his mouth.
"Thorin!" you cried as he moved on.
The low chuckle that left him set you on fire. You cried out again when his lips closed around you, sucking you into the wet warmth. Nails scraping against his scalp, you quivered in his grip as he sucked on you. You jerked when his hand cupped your other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipple.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt the ache between your thighs grow with every touch. You wanted his mouth and fingers there, wanted to feel that low chuckle rumble over your wet sex. But it felt so good having him where he was. You jumped when he nipped you suddenly, holding your nipple as his tongue flicked over you. Biting down your lip, you tried not scream at the pleasure you were feeling.
You were panting by the time he leaned back, your body trembling.
"Still only want kisses?" he rumbled.
Growling softly, you sank back down in his lap and kissed him. There was no teasing this time. It was all raw passion, teeth and tongues clashing as you kissed. His hands were back on your hips, his hold bruising and tight as he held you still. He was rocking under you, grinding his erection against you.
Your head fell back with a moan when you couldn't take it anymore. He muttered something before his mouth moved to your neck, biting and sucking on you. This had spiralled out of control faster than anticipated, but you weren't complaining.
You gasped when the world spun and you found yourself seated on the throne. "Thorin?"
"I'm not done kissing you yet," he said huskily.
A shiver wound through you as he moved down your chest, his lips soothing the burn his beard left in his wake. You made a soft noise as he swirled his tongue around your navel, wanting him lower.
He pushed your legs further apart and pulled you to the edge of the throne. You couldn't help squirming as his eyes moved over you. It didn't matter that you were in the shadow of the stone seat. You felt exposed now because you knew he could see you and you couldn't push him away when he was finally where you wanted.
The moonlight spilling into the hall let you see him and you watched as he licked his lips. You waited anxiously for him to move, to do something. "Are you done kissing?" you forced yourself to say.
"No," he growled, leaning forward.
Your gasp rang through the silence as he parted you with his thumbs before closing his lips around your clit. Lifting your hips, you whimpered wanting to get closer to him. You protested wordlessly as he pushed you back down. He was going to drive you insane!
His hands were back on your thighs, his palms rough against you. As his fingers flexed on you, you shivered and moaned softly. He was still at your clit, his wicked tongue dancing over you and making you see stars. Your muscles were coiling and tensing under your skin, the aching feeling from before throbbing in time with his tongue. You were close, so close. If he slipped a finger inside you, you were liable to orgasm from it.
A scream left you when he suddenly made a low noise, the vibration of it ricocheting through your body. You struggled in his grasp as he didn't stop, the hum sending waves of pleasure through you that made you tumble into release. You whimpered and pushed at his head when he wouldn't move away.
He growled at you, making you cry out.
Biting your lip, your head thumped back against the throne and you tried not to scream again. A gasping noise left you when he finally leaned back and you forced your eyes open. He was sitting back on his heels, his hands still on your thighs and his gaze on yours.
"Done already?" he asked, lifting a brow.
You glared at him, panting softly.
"Or your other lovers didn't know how to satisfy you."
Rolling your eyes, you tried to push yourself back up, but your arms were weak and shaking.
"I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his fingers skimming over you and making you shiver.
"And what do you have planned for me?" you whispered.
He stood up on a lower step and you watched as he tugged on the laces of his trousers. You couldn't help licking your lips as he freed his erection, eager for him to be inside of you. "I think you know."
Oh did you ever. Despite how sensitive you felt, you wanted sex. Reaching out, you tugged him closer and kissed him. His tongue slid into your mouth even as your hand moved down his body. He thrust against you when your fingers closed around his cock, a moan coming from deep within his chest.
Stroking him, you let Thorin control the kiss because you knew his attention wouldn't last. Not when you could already feel him shuddering against you. Rubbing your thumb against the head of his cock, you smiled as he groaned harshly, bucking in your hold. You shifted on the seat, wrapping your legs around his waist.
A harsh curse left him when you guided him to your entrance, his forehead resting on yours.
"Is this what you want?" you purred, sliding your hand down him again.
"Aye," he growled, thrusting into you.
A gasping moan left you as he filled you, your fingers back to clutching at his tunic. A low hiss left him as you tensed around him and you almost laughed. But then he moved his hips, sliding out of you slowly. "Oh," you moaned, lifting your hips to try to keep him inside.
You felt him shift as he thrust back in, bracing himself against the arms of the throne. It was the only real warning you got before he started moving on you, his thrusts getting longer and harder. Your head fell back as you clung to him, your body loving the feel of him. His hot breath was fanning your skin, his harsh pants for air arousing you further. You had pushed the king of Erebor to this, to fucking you roughly on his throne.
A faint smile curled your lips at the thought, but it fled you quickly when he lowered his head to your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair as he nipped and kissed you, keeping him there.
Gasping for air, you moaned in pleasure as he didn't let up his pace. You'd had enough time to recover from your previous orgasm that all you felt was pleasure with each thrust. Your legs tightened around him, squeezing and pulling him closer. "Thorin," you moaned, trembling under him.
He muttered something against you before pulling back. A wordless protest left you, missing the heat rolling off his body already.
"No!" you whimpered when he actually pulled out of you.
"I'm not done with you," he rumbled, helping you off the throne.
Your legs were shaking as he turned you away from him. When his palm pushed between your shoulders, you bent over and braced your hands on the throne. Glancing back at him, you saw his gaze moving over you before his hands gripped your hips. A cry burst from your lips as he thrust back into you, driving deep.
Gripping the arms of the throne, you gasped for air as he started up his harsh pace again. Your body trembled as pleasure flooded you, his thrusts finding a spot that had stars bursting before your eyes. His cock was filling you completely, hard, thick, and unyielding in his course to make you come.
A shudder wracked you as his rough palms slid around your body, one moving up to cup your breast while the other slipped between your legs. Sucking in a harsh breath as his fingers toyed with you, you let it out in a loud moan, unable to resist him. He was pressed to your back now, his breaths hot on your neck and his hips pounding against you.
"Aye," he groaned when you tightened around him. "Come for me."
You whimpered softly, unable to do anything but what he wanted. Your cry echoed through the empty hall, drowning out Thorin's pants for air. Legs shaking as he kept thrusting, you knew he was the only thing keeping you up. Every thrust made you weaker, your body only feeling pleasure and not caring about anything else.
Shivers broke out all over you as a harsh growl left him, his hips slamming hard against the backs of your thighs one last time. You sighed softly when his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you to him, the other bracing you both on the throne. He was pressing light kisses to your shoulders, his beard tickling you slightly.
"Thorin-"
"My king!" a new voice shouted, shattering the silence. "We heard shouts! Are you well?"
You tensed and Thorin groaned softly as you tightened around him. "Be still and silent," he muttered in your ear. "If you can manage."
You glared at the throne, but did as he ordered. You didn't want to be caught completely naked with the king of Erebor buried between your thighs.
"My king?"
"All is well," Thorin called to the guard. "Continue your patrol."
You didn't think the guard wanted to move on, but thankfully he was a good dwarf solider and did as he was told.
"I'll remember that."
"What?" you muttered, wanting to get to your clothes.
His chuckle rumbled over you as he pressed his lips to your ear. "If I want you to obey, I just need to keep you naked."
A/N: So this is what I do when I work an eight hour shift. You'd think I'd be worried about being caught, but when an idea hits, you gotta write it. This didn't go exactly the way I had planned, but it still works and really, smut is smut. :) Hope you enjoyed and see you next time!