Summary: It wasn't your job to help like this, but you never could stand to see someone hurting.
Pushing your sleeves up, you tried not to wrinkle your nose at the smell surrounding you. Normally you didn't mind the tenants in your home, but you were getting tired of constantly doing their laundry. You know they were miners but you were positive they went out of their way to get intentionally dirty. It had been part of the original arrangement, however, so you kept your mouth shut.
You scrubbed a shirt over your washboard, humming softly to distract yourself. The room was filling with the smell of soap so it quickly covered the pungent odor of the clothes. But your fingers were beginning to ache as you kept washing. There wasn't too much left to do, but you wanted it done. You hated leaving a job half done so no matter how much you were aching, you'd finish it.
As you were wringing out the last shirt, you heard thumps from above you. Your tenants had returned. Hanging the shirt to dry, you wiped the sweat from your brow and sat for a moment, thinking about the three staying with you.
They were all related, a pair of brothers and their cousin they had said when they first arrived. You had been startled because the one had an axe embedded in his forehead, but other than speaking a different language, he didn't seem affected by it. After the first day they had been here, you had decided to ignore the fact that it was there. One of the brothers was extremely quiet and barely spoke to anyone besides his brother. But he was amazing in the kitchen and had taught you a few tricks to improve your dishes. It was the older brother you saw the most of though.
Bofur was friendly enough, always there with a smile and a story that usually left you in tears from laughing so hard. He would tease his brother unmercifully, but he was the only one allowed to do so. It had startled you the first time you had seen the shift in him when another had tried to tease Bombur. As quick as lightning he had gone from jovial to ruthless and no one had had a chance to even realise what was going on before the matter had been dealt with. It had also made you realise what lay just under the skin of the usually easy going dwarf and you hadn't forgotten.
Pushing on your lower back as you left the room, you sighed deeply. It would be a little bit before they would want dinner so you could soak the aches away for a while. Even though you shouldn't have wanted to see a tub of water again, you couldn't help your quick pace up the stairs. A little bit of rest sounded-
A harsh voice calling out made you pause and look at the speaker. "Bifur?"
He came up to you and clamped his hand on your arm. He said something else as he began tugging you down the hallway, gesturing about. You had no choice but to follow with no clue what was going on.
When you stopped in front of Bofur's door, you frowned. "Bofur?"
Bifur gestured before rapping on the door and opening it. Before you could react, he pushed you inside and closed the door after you.
Looking around, you couldn't see Bofur. You tried the door handle, but it didn't move. Was Bifur on the other side, holding it closed so you couldn't leave? "Bofur?" you called hesitantly.
There was movement in the small bathroom that attached to this one and the next before the dwarf you had called came into view. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was naked from the waist up, his hair loose from the braids he usually wore. "Lass," he said in greeting, seemingly as confused as to your presence as you were.
"I don't know," you said, hugging yourself. "Bifur caught me in the hall and brought me here."
Understanding flooded his face before he shook his head. "Bifur," he sighed, giving you an apologetic look. "My cousin sometimes has an odd way of showing it, but he does care. He's always looking out for those around him."
"Did something happen?" you asked, looking him over. He seemed no worse for wear, but that might not be the case.
He smiled. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Apparently that wasn't what Bifur was thinking.
"I'm fine, lass," he assured you. "You don't have to-"
"Bifur's holding the door closed," you said dryly.
He glanced behind you before sighing.
"So obviously he thinks something's wrong," you continued, looking at him pointedly.
"You don't have to play healer, lass."
Well, that certainly brought interesting images to mind; especially since your gaze kept straying to his bared chest. He was built like most dwarves, all deliciously hard muscles that needed to be touched, and keeping your eyes from following the dark hair down his torso to the waistline of his trousers was proving difficult.
"Lass?"
You jerked, flushing slightly as his voice snapped you out of your day dreams. "Sorry, what?"
"You got a hazy look in your eyes and you swayed slightly."
Damn it. What did you say to that? "Been cleaning all day," you said, smiling weakly. "Fumes must be getting to me."
Bofur nodded slowly, not looking like he believed you. "Have a seat," he said, waving at a chair. "It might be awhile before Bifur will let go of the door. If he's got it in his head that he thinks I need your help, he'll probably stay until he's satisfied that you've done what he wants."
You started for the chair but froze when he turned away from you. "Bofur, what happened?" you gasped, staring in horror at the mottled bruises across his shoulders.
"It's nothing, lass," he insisted.
"That isn't nothing! Something fell on you!"
"It did, but I'm fine."
No, he wasn't. You could see he was holding himself stiffly so it was obviously painful to him. How could he say that something like this was nothing? "Lie down," you said firmly, pointing at the bed.
"What?"
"Lie down before you hurt yourself more," you said, brushing past him to the bathroom. Looking over the contents inside, you shook your head as you saw the salve near the sink. He was fine your arse. You knew it was used for numbing muscles and for him to use it meant he was in a lot of pain. "No wonder Bifur wanted me in here," you muttered as you went back into the room. "You're too stubborn for your own health."
He shifted his head from on the pillow to give you a look. "I could have managed just fine on my own."
"With the luck you seem to be having lately, you would have just hurt yourself more." Approaching the bed, you frowned slightly. How were you going to do this?
"You don't have to do this, lass," he said quietly.
"I know." You were honestly just their landlady. This was well outside what was expected of you, but you never could stand to see someone hurt. And to know that it was one of the nicest people you had ever met? No, you weren't going to let him suffer like this when you could do something about it. "I want to help you, Bofur."
His face softened as he nodded in defeat.
Crawling up on the bed, you knelt over his thighs and opened the jar. The sharp odor stung your eyes, but you ignored it and scooped out some of the salve. Spreading it on his shoulders, you gently massaged it into his muscles. You would have liked to work it in harder but the bruises were daunting and you couldn't hurt him further.
A deep sigh left him as soon as you began to work and he mumbled something into the pillows. You smiled slightly at that and didn't ask him to repeat it. You simply kept working, knowing that he was appreciating what you were doing.
When your own fingers began to grow numb from the salve, you wiped them clean on your skirt and wiggled them. They were just numb enough that the former pain from the laundry was gone. Studying the wide expanse in front of you, you wondered for a moment before you made a decision.
A low, pleased moan left Bofur as you began working on his lower back. "Lass, you're a gem," he murmured, completely relaxing under you.
You smiled and kept working. His back was a mess of knots, all tense muscles and bruises. "Bofur, what happened?" you asked softly.
He was quiet for a long time, soft grunts leaving him as you massaged. "Partial cave in," he said lowly.
Your hands froze. A cave in? Those were death sentences in the mines. If he had gotten away with only bruises then he was incredibly lucky. "Was anyone else hurt?"
He shook his head. "Just me."
Which meant he had probably gotten others out of the way before being injured himself. Pursing your lips, you turned your attention to his back. You knew you shouldn't be thinking about anything except helping him, yet you couldn't help but feel how solidly he was built. It was hard not to start stroking muscles you were supposed to be massaging. He was so pliable under you that you wanted to touch all of him.
When he inhaled swiftly, you froze. Had you done something to give yourself away? Or had you hurt him? "Bofur?" you asked softly.
"Lift up, lass," he said lowly.
Rising on your knees, you shivered as his trousers brushed against the inside of your thighs as he rolled over. A gasp left you when he tugged you back down, your hands landing on his stomach. "B-Bofur?"
His dark eyes ran over you even as his hands slid down your legs. "Have to find a way to thank you for this."
You shook your head, insides trembling at how husky his voice had grown. "It's no problem, Bofur," you assured him.
"Lass, if you think I'm going to let this go without repaying you, you're mistaken."
Was his accent thicker? It was normally so pleasing to the ear, but now it was bone meltingly good. "I-" Your breath caught when his hands found the bared skin of your legs.
"You what?" he prompted, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your thighs.
You swallowed hard. Bofur had always been flirtatious with you, but you had assumed it was just his natural state. Apparently you had assumed wrong. When he cocked a brow, it decided you. You slowly trailed your hands up his chest, sliding over chiseled muscles you'd been aching to touch.
He chuckled as you licked you lips. "Seen you watching me," he said lowly.
Your mouth twitched slightly but you didn't answer him. You nearly purred as you swept your hands back down, lightly scraping your nails over him.
He groaned in response, his grip on your thighs tightening. "Been driving me mad with your stares," Bofur growled.
A soft laugh left you and your fingers skimmed over the skin just above his pants. "I'd apologize but I'm not sorry."
"Never said I wanted you to be sorry."
"And what do you want?"
He tugged you forward so you were straddling his lap and you bit your lip when you felt his erection pressing against you. "Should be obvious," he groaned, his hips lifting against you.
Yes, it was.
"Do you want it, lass?"
You glanced over your shoulder at the door. Was Bifur still holding the door closed? And did it matter? Your eyes slid shut when he rolled his hips again. "Yes, I want you," you whispered.
His lips curled upward and one hand closed in the front of you shirt. Tugging you down, he pressed his mouth to yours. Your lips parted and you slipped into his mouth before he could react. The growl that left him rumbled through his chest and made you shiver.
You gasped when his hand suddenly slid into your shirt, cupping your breast. His palm was rough on you, but all you could do was moan as he pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers. You rocked forward when his other hand slid between your legs, pleasure and surprise flowing through you at the touch.
Bofur groaned deeply. "You're already wet," he panted.
Nothing but a soft moan left you as he rubbed against you before tugging your smalls to the side. Your hips jerked as his fingers ran over you, the touch light and making you want more.
"I want to tease you," Bofur said lowly. "Like you've been teasing me for so long."
Your eyes opened to stare him, your hands fisting the blankets beside his head. Tease? You hadn't meant to tease him and you didn't think it fair of him to try to do it back to you.
"I want to," he repeated, his finger circling your clit slowly, "but I want you now."
Trembling as his finger slid lower, you cried out when he sunk it inside you, your body tightening around him.
"Mahal, you're tight," he growled, moving his finger slowly.
You pushed your hips against his hand, wanting more.
"Impatient," he chided.
"You said now," you moaned, shivers running through you as his thumb found your clit.
"And I'll not hurt you, lass." He paused for a moment, curling his finger and making you gasp. "Besides, this isn't bad, is it?"
You shook your head, biting your lip at the bursts of pleasure his touch was bringing. Pushing yourself up fully, you rocked against his hands. You couldn't help it, no matter what he said.
A low moan left you when he fit a second finger inside, your hips shifting as he stretched you. It didn't take long for you to get used to it, but all you could think was how good it would feel when it was his cock buried deep within you. A soft cry left you as he started thrusting them, your hips rolling to meet each one.
"Lass, you're beautiful," he breathed, his eyes moving over you. "I can't wait to see you come undone."
You were going to soon if he kept on the way he was. Your nails scraped against his stomach as your fingers kneaded at him, your body rocking above him. "Bofur," you moaned, your voice catching as he curled his fingers.
"Aye, lass," he said, his own voice husky. "I can't wait anymore either."
A whimper left you as his hand left you and his low chuckle made you shiver. He brushed against you a couple times as he worked on the lacing of his trousers, each brief touch sending shocks through you.
"Lift up," he said again, his hands on your hips to guide you.
You weakly complied, pushing on him to help as much as you could. Your body tensed up immediately when he pressed against you and you heard him groan deeply.
"Don't do that," he said through gritted teeth.
It wasn't like you'd done it on purpose!
He muttered something before one hand slipped around your hips, finding and stroking your clit.
You tensed further for a second, everything in you wanting more of his touch. But you quickly relaxed and soaked it in. It took you a second to realise that he was slowly pulling you down, sliding inside you. Your head fell back and you fought not to tense up again. You wanted this and doing that would completely ruin it. Teeth biting down on your lip, you moaned as he filled you.
His fingers were digging into your hips by the time he was fully inside you and he was trembling under you from the slow pace. You wanted to move right away, to feel that rush of pleasure you knew was going to come as soon as you did. But he wouldn't let you go yet.
"Bofur," you pleaded softly, squirming in his grasp.
"Mahal!" he gasped, hands clenching on your hips as he moved inside you.
Bracing your hands on his stomach, you shifted as much as he'd let you. "C'mon, Bofur," you murmured. "You wanted this. You said you weren't going to tease."
Brown eyes narrowed at you. "Don't sass me," he growled. "There's still plenty of time to tease."
"Next time," you breathed, rocking shallowly on him.
His eyes closed and a low noise left him. "Next time?" he repeated.
Oh, yes. There was going to be a next time. Your hands moved to grip his wrists and you squeezed slightly. You felt his hands loosen just enough that you could lift a little. Dropping back down on him, a shivering sigh left you at the pleasure even that small movement caused.
His groan made you smile and this time he lifted you. A hiss left him as he nearly slid fully out of you before jerking your hips down hard.
"Easy," you murmured. "You're hurt, remember?"
"I couldn't care less about my back. Ride me," he growled.
You shivered at the low command, your body immediately following. Rocking slightly on him, you smiled again as he made an impatient noise, obviously wanting more. Gripping his wrists, you used him as leverage and began a quick rhythm. It was hard to maintain it, though, as his hips kept lifting to meet you, driving him deeper and making your thoughts scatter.
Your head fell back as he kept thrusting into you, just riding out his harsh movements. Breaths coming in short pants, you shuddered as his hands left you, letting you have control again. It didn't last as he pulled at your clothing, ripping fabric that wouldn't cooperate with him and brushing against you in far too many appealing places.
Gasping as his hands greedily swept over you once you were bare, you tried to focus on taking him, but his wandering fingers were distracting. "Bofur," you whimpered as he cupped your breasts.
He swore shortly and you cried out in loss when his hands left you. Your breath froze when he pushed himself up, your hands quickly grasping his shoulders to balance yourself. "I got you, love," he murmured, one hand on your back.
You couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him, your hands moving to fist in his thick hair. He groaned against you, his mouth parting as his tongue slid past your lips. You didn't fight him as he slowly pushed you back onto the mattress. A purr left you as his solid weight pressed down on you, every inch of skin touching between you feeling like it was on fire.
When his hips began moving, your hands tightened on him as pleasure washed through you. You couldn't even find the will to chide him again when his thrusts became hard. It felt too good and you didn't want him to stop.
One rough palm slid down your body, leaving goose bumps in its wake, until it cupped your thigh. When he pushed it up so it was resting near his hip, you took the hint and forced the other trembling limb to follow suit. Locking your ankles around him, you moaned as it lifted you just enough to let him slide deeper inside you. Biting your lip, all you could do was feel as his cock stroked you, driving everything else out of your mind. The firm muscles and crisp hair of his chest were rubbing against your tightened nipples with every thrust and making them ache for a firmer touch. Your hands were shakily grasping at his back, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure pumped through you with every shift of his hips. His breath was hot on your neck, his pants short and harsh as he took you.
A groan tore from him when you tightened around him, his hips jerking harshly in response. "You're going to kill me," he rasped.
You shook your head mutely, unable to form words. Why would you kill him? This would end if you did and you didn't want that.
"I want to feel you," he groaned against you. "I want to feel you come around me."
Gasping at the bold statement, you felt your muscles clench even more.
Bofur's chuckle was low and decadent. "Just like that," he breathed, pushing himself up on one arm.
Stars burst under your skin as he slipped a hand between your bodies to find your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as he didn't let up, finding the perfect rhythm between his fingers and cock to have you nearly screaming. Your skin felt too tight, felt like your whole focus was narrowing to the feel of his body moving inside of yours, to his touch just above where he was taking you.
There was no warning as your orgasm claimed you, slamming into you and making you cry out harshly.
You clung to Bofur as you trembled in pleasure, unwilling to let him go as he sought his own release. A whimper left you as he kissed your neck, his breaths harsh as his hips moved relentlessly between your thighs. Chills broke out on your skin when he moaned deeply, his thrusts short and hard as he found his end.
A small sigh left you as he slowed to a smooth rocking and your legs slid limply from around him. His lips were still moving over your neck as you both tried to calm your racing hearts. A smile curled yours as he nibbled his way up to your ear. "Bofur," you sighed, feeling utterly content.
You felt him smile against you. "Aye, lass," he murmured. "We'll just catch our breath and then we'll be seeing about that next time."
Your body tensed at the very thought and his chuckle only made it worse.
A/N: Had a couple people request something with Bofur so I tried my hand at it. This...was harder than I expected it to be. (No pun intended...) I don't know why, but it just was. But I hope you enjoyed and since I know the rest of these one-shots are about the Line of Durin and Bofur might not be everyone's cup of tea I should have another one-shot up tomorrow. I'm nearly done writing it so the odds are in your favour that it'll be posted tomorrow at some point. Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!