Summary: A midnight snack gets a little out of hand.
Coming awake with a start, you stared into the dark of your room. You sleepily looked around, trying to figure out what had disturbed you. When no other noise came, you settled back into your blankets and figured it had been nothing. Maybe you dreamt up the noise. It wouldn't be the first-
You bolted completely upright when you heard a loud noise from downstairs. Heart pounding, you threw off your covers and quietly climbed out of bed. Padding softly across the room, you scooped up the hammer leaning beside the door. It had been a long time since you had had to fight off an intruder but you had done it enough times to know what to do. You didn't even think about how bad of an idea it would be to confront them, knowing you had the element of surprise on your side.
A small frown crossed your lips at that thought. Break ins had been a common occurrence at one point, but a chance meeting had changed all of that. Why was it different now?
Silently descending the stairs, your hackles raised as you saw the intruder had lit a candle in the kitchen. The nerve of them. Were they going to make themselves comfortable while they stole your food? Well, they would get a rude surprise because you were no wilting flower of a maid. They would be lucky if you didn't break their skull when you were done with them.
You heard heavy steps on the stone floor and knew they were coming to the door. Gripping the haft of your hammer, you got ready. A shadow fell across the archway and you attacked.
A startled oath came as your hammer swung and you growled when the blow was block. Shifting your feet, you readied another attack but the intruder clamped his hand just below the head of the hammer. You tried to hold onto it, but it was pulled from your hands. Before you could get away, you were spun around and tugged into a hard body. Your back was to his front and he had your wrists gripped in one of his hands, pinning you effectively.
Oh, no, he didn't. You had been told what to do in this kind of situation. Your feet planted firmly and you shifted your weight forward. You felt him stiffen as he realised what you were doing, but it was too late. Tucking your chin to your chest, you threw yourself forward into a roll. You flipped both of you through the air and landed heavily on him.
His breath left him in a harsh curse and he swore again when your head flew back to connect with his. The sharp crack had you seeing stars but it had the desired effect. His grip on you slackened and you scrambled off of him.
You went straight for the hammer he'd dropped. A cry left you when he grabbed your ankle and you tumbled to the floor as he tugged on it. You tried to buck him off when he pinned you beneath him, but he had you caught now. His heavy weight held you to the floor and his hands covered yours before you could use them to push.
Panic tried to fill you and you barely kept it at bay. It would do you no good now. His breathing was loud in your ear and stirred your loose hair. You tried not to react to the heavy pants and your gaze dropped to the hands covering yours.
Blinking, you stared at the tattoos on thick fingers. You knew them. "D-Dwalin?" you whispered, voice soft.
"Aye, lass," his deep voice rumbled.
You nearly collapsed under him in relief.
"Damn fine welcome you have there," he continued sourly. "You almost broke my nose."
Relief went right out the window. "Excuse me?" you demanded. "What are you doing breaking in in the middle of the night?!"
"Wanted a snack."
You stared at the floor before squirming under him. "Get off of me, you oaf!" you snapped when he wouldn't move.
"Are you going to just go for your hammer again?"
"I've half a mind to," you muttered. "Breaking in to get a snack? Where's the logic in that? Why come here? Did you lock yourself out of your home again and Balin won't let you in?"
He growled in your ear and the sound made goose bumps erupt on your skin. "Are you going to just sass me all night?"
Your eyes narrowed as you glared at the floor. He always did that. You didn't feel bad about being mad at him because everything you had said had happened before, but he would just avoid the questions he didn't want to answer to get answers from you instead. "Let me up," you said quietly.
Dwalin didn't move at first before a low grunt came as he moved away from you.
Tucking your knees under you, you swivelled to look at him. He was leaning back against the wall, watching you with one brow cocked. He was in his travel clothes which meant he had probably just gotten back from wherever he had gone with Thorin. One arm was propped on his bent knee and he looked completely comfortable where he was. "If you think I'm going to wait on you, you're wrong," you told him, spine stiffening slightly.
He shook his head. "I forgot how feisty you get when you're startled awake," he muttered.
"You broke in."
"Aye, I did. What of it?"
You faltered slightly. Well, that was unfair. You were mad but it was more at the fact that he had given you a good scare and less at him.
His eyes narrowed suddenly and he growled, "Are you having problems with break ins again?"
Shaking your head, you pushed to your feet and planted your hands on your hips. "Only with dwarves who are more than old enough to know better," you said tartly. "Especially since you're the one who taught me what to do if someone did break in."
You saw one corner of his mouth quirk and he touched his nose lightly. "Aye, you would have flattened anyone else," he admitted.
You were not going to feel bad about hitting him. You were not. It was his own fault for breaking in. "It's the middle of the night. Why are you here?"
"Was hungry," he said simply, climbing to his feet and walking past you to the jars he had already put on the counter.
"You have food at your own house. Or you could have gone with Thorin to his home."
Dwalin snorted. "Neither of which is as good as yours."
"Oh, no you don't," you said, hurrying over to him to take a can of sweets away from him. "Flattery is not going to make me forget the fact that you broke in like a burglar."
He plucked the jar easily out of your hands and took one of the biscuits inside before you could stop him. "It's not flattery. It's the truth. Balin can't cook as well as you do and we weren't going to wake Dís to make us something."
You made a disgruntled noise as he lightly pushed you away when you tried to take the jar back. "That won't work," you said stubbornly.
"Sure it will. You know you're the best cook in all of Ered Luin and I know you like hearing it."
A little thrum of pleasure went through you at the words, but you squashed it. You were supposed to be mad, not flattered.
His low chuckle made your gaze jerk up. "Look at you," he said, voice low as he set the biscuits down. "Trying to be indignant and hide that you're preening underneath."
"I am not," you protested, taking a step back from him when he advanced.
"We both know you are, lass," he rumbled. "No use denying it."
You shook your head and a breathless squeak left you when you backed into the wall. Staring up at him as he placed his hands on either side of your head, your heart gave a little thump in your chest.
"You should be proud," he continued, leaning down. "Sweetest in the whole mountain range."
"My c-cooking?" you managed, feeling almost faint with how close he was.
His eyes sparked wickedly. "You know I'm not talking about the food."
Before you could even think of a response to that, he was leaning forward and claiming your mouth. A small whimper of need left you as your hands came up to grip the front of his tunic, twisting the fabric harshly. You shifted closer to him as he slipped into your mouth, wanting to feel as much as you could.
One of his hands left the wall and you shivered as his fingers hooked into the neckline of your nightgown. He tugged it down until it was below your breasts, your nipples pebbling in the cool air before you gasped as rough hands cupped you. His thumbs grazed over the sensitive buds, slowly teasing you.
An indistinct mumble left you when his lips moved from yours, trailing down your neck. His beard was scratchy against your skin, but you didn't comment on it, more focused on where he was going. You moaned huskily as his mouth closed around one nipple, sucking strongly. His tongue moved over you, ringing and flicking you. It was enough to drive you mad.
Moaning as he cupped and squeezed the other breast, you shifted against him, wanting more. You wanted his mouth and hands everywhere on your body, stroking you until you were weak with desire. You whimpered as he pulled away from you, but it died as your head thumped back when he took the other nipple into his mouth. He treated it to the same pleasure as the first, holding it between his teeth to flick his tongue over it.
A chill swept through you when his hands suddenly began gathering your skirt, pulling it up your legs. His fingers skimmed over your skin, making you shiver in pleasure. When his hands cupped your hips, your dress was falling over his arms and your lower half was completely exposed.
You weren't surprised when his mouth left you and he knelt at your feet. Forcing your eyes open, you glanced down to see him looking up at you. Your cheeks flooded with colour as you saw the heat and lust in his gaze. "You didn't break in for the sweets," you accused.
His low chuckle rumbled over you, the sound dark and erotic. "I broke in for only one sweet," he said softly, leaning forward.
Crying out as his tongue trailed over you, you didn't need encouragement to shift your legs apart for him. Your hips rocked slightly as he licked you again, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit. His hands were still holding your hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your hip bone as he held you exactly where he wanted you.
Your legs trembled when he closed his lips around you, sucking on slick flesh. Reaching down, you fisted your hands in his hair and tugged him closer. His growl had you crying out again, the sound vibrating through you and making your pleasure soar. You barely resisted tugging on him again but you didn't want to push your luck. Sometimes he had a vicious streak and would walk away from you if you didn't do what he wanted. He had been gone too long this time for you to risk that.
One of his hands slid down your thigh, his blunt nails scraping lightly at you. You rose on your toes when it slipped between your legs, his fingers stroking over wet folds. Your breath caught as he parted you before you jerked against him as a thick digit slid inside. Whimpering as he curled his finger, your knees trembled as he rubbed at that sensitive spot just inside you.
A broken moan left you as he ran his tongue over your clit, quickly flicking the tip over the swollen flesh. Your hands tightened on him when he uncurled his finger and began thrusting it into you. You rocked against him, pleasure making your blood burn and your heart pound. Your teeth sank into your lip when a second finger slid in with the first, the stretch hurting for only a second.
You tightened around him when both fingers curled and continued thrusting, striking that spot repeatedly. "Dwalin," you moaned, hips pushing forward against him.
A protest left you when the hand still on your hip moved to press to your belly and forced you flat against the wall. He kept you pinned as his pleasured you, fingers and tongue both working the slick flesh between your thighs. Your muscles quivered and shook as desire rocked through you, making your breaths come in short gasps. You tugged against him again, not caring about anything else but the orgasm he was building inside you.
His name echoed through the silent hallways of your home as he sent you tumbling over the edge, a desperate plea and a sob of pleasure at the same time. You trembled against the wall as he didn't move, his wicked hands and mouth milking every drop of passion that they could from you. When it almost became too much, you pushed weakly at him, entire body shaking.
Dwalin smoothly pulled back and a wordless cry of loss slipped out of you when he stood, taking a step back.
You blushed as his gaze moved over you, wondering what kind of picture you presented. Your breasts were bare and heaving as you tried to suck in enough air. Your skirt was rucked up around your waist still, some of it caught between you and the wall so you were still exposed. You had no doubt that your cheeks were flushed and you were sure that you looked drugged and dazed as his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours.
His lips curled in a pleased smirk and he made no move to come back to you.
Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn't going to leave you like this was he? Yes, he had given you an orgasm but you wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel all of his strength against you as you both found release. "Dwalin," you mumbled.
He lifted a brow. "Aye, lass?"
So that was the way of it. Swallowing and licking your lips, you shifted ever so slightly and you saw his gaze immediately drop to your body. A low noise, almost a purr left him, as he surveyed you again. "Take me," you whispered.
Dark eyes flicked back up to yours. "Take you?" he echoed.
Your chin dipped in a small nod.
"Here? In your precious kitchen?"
A little part of you knew you shouldn't, but the rest didn't care. "Here. Now."
His growl made you muscles clench as he surged back toward you, pinning you to the wall as he claimed your mouth. You didn't resist him as he plundered your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing fully to him. The cool metal of the straps across his chest made you hiss softly as they pressed to your warm skin, but you didn't pull away. You felt his hands brushing against your stomach for a moment before they clamped around your waist.
A soft chuckle left you when he lifted you and your wrapped your legs around him. You pulled him close, purring as you felt his erection between your legs. Shifting slowly, you rubbed against him and smiled into the kiss as he made a low noise. Your satisfaction faded when he thrust against you, making desire scorch through you.
"I'm done with teasing," he said, his voice husky. "Are you?"
You didn't answer him. Instead your hand trailed down his chest, slipping between your bodies. You heard him hiss as your fingers closed around his cock, his hips bucking forward. Your grip tightened for a moment before you shifted so he was pressing against your entrance. Letting go of him, your head fell back to thump against the wall and you groaned as he pushed into you.
His slow pace surprised you as he sank completely inside, your muscles clutching around him. His forehead pressed to yours as a low, pleased noise left him and he stayed there for a moment.
"Dwalin," you whispered, shifting against him.
His hips pulled back smoothly, moving until only the head of him was still inside. You squirmed in his grasp, wanting him to thrust, to take you, to do something besides this slow teasing. "You're impatient tonight," he rumbled, making you look at him.
"You aren't?" you murmured, sighing as he sank back into you.
Dwalin laughed deeply, rubbing his cheek against yours. "Aye, lass, but you know how I like to savour my sweets."
You tightened around him at the thought, making him moan. "Savour me later," you breathed.
He tensed against you before his fingers bit into the soft flesh of your hips. "If that's what you want."
It was but before you could say anything, his hips pulled back and slammed back into yours. Stars exploded behind your eyes at the action and you almost whimpered as he started thrusting hard into you. You clenched around him, feeling every inch of his cock stroking inside you as he took you.
Moans spilled from your lips as he took you roughly against the wall, the harsh pace exactly what you had been craving. Your legs tightened around him, pulling him closer and spurring him on. One hand gripped the cloth covering his shoulder while the other snagged his belt, holding on for everything you were worth as he drove you towards oblivion.
His hot breaths fell against your neck as he pressed rough kisses to the skin there, his teeth scraping against you as he interspersed bites among the caresses. Soft curses were leaving him as he pounded into you, your muscles tight around him to try to keep him from slipping out of you. He couldn't go far but you didn't care.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you tried not to whimper as you felt another orgasm building. He had been gone too long this time that your body was desperate for the pleasure he could give you. You were melting from the heat he was throwing off and from the desire rolling through you. "Dwalin," you whispered, voice breaking.
He groaned deeply, teeth closing on your neck again.
Your eyes squeezed shut at the slight pain, trying to focus on it and prolong the pleasure. You didn't think it was going to work though. You were already so damn close. Your hand slipped from his belt without you thinking about it and a cry left you as your fingers brushed against your clit.
"Mahal damn it, lass," he bit out, hips jerking as you spasmed around him.
You shook your head slightly, not willing to stop. Thankfully, he kept thrusting into you. His hips were hitting yours hard, jarring you slightly, but it felt good. Your fingers were rubbing firmly over your clit and you were tightening further around him. You could feel him shuddering as you pleasured yourself and knew he wasn't going to be far behind you.
When his teeth closed on you again, you cried out and jerked in his grasp as you came. Pleasure flooded you, peaking again and again with every thrust he kept giving. Your nails bit through the fabric of his tunic, grasping at him as you gasped for air. Thighs squeezing his hips, you moaned deeply and silently begged him to join you.
His low groan rumbled over your body as he thrust hard into you, his hips grinding against yours as you felt him shudder. His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise as he pulled you good and tight to him. Finally, he slumped slightly, pressing you between him and the wall.
You looped your arms around his neck, panting softly and feeling completely dazed. You absently kneaded at his shoulders, your thoughts fuzzy as he held you.
It was a long time before he slowly pulled back to meet your gaze and you weren't certain you were ready to talk yet. His lips quirked as if he knew your thoughts and he let his forehead rest on yours again. "Perhaps I should break in more often if this is how you're going to repay me," he teased.
You rolled your eyes before gasping softly as he pulled away from the wall. "Dwalin?" you murmured.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, groaning as his words made you tighten around him. "I still want to savour you and there's a lot of night ahead of us yet."
A/N: Welp. Thought this would be easy enough to write and wound up writing the last Thorin chapter instead because I hit a wall. But yes, a guest review asked for a Dwalin fic so here is a Dwalin fic. I wrote this instead of studying for Organic Chemistry…I would like to say that I regret not studying, but I don't. Smut must be written when it decides it is time. But yes, thank you all for reading and I'll see you next time!