Summary: Dinner with the king had never been this interesting before.
Looking up from your book as a loud knock rolled through your home, you frowned at the door. It hadn't been so much of a knock as a heavy thumping which meant the dwarf knocking was most likely male. But who would be coming to your door during this hour.
You rose from your chair and wound down the hallway to the main door. "Yes, yes," you muttered when the knock came again. "Hold your ponies."
Pulling the door open, you stared at the dwarf on the other side. He was definitely male, but not at all what you had been expecting. "Can I help you?"
"The king wants to dine with you."
You blinked at the guard standing on your doorstep. "The king what?" you asked in disbelief.
"Thorin II, son of Thráin, King Under the Mountain, wishes to have dinner with you-"
Barely hearing him as he rattled off your name and family, you could only stare at him. "Why now?" you whispered.
"How would I know?" he asked, frowning.
You blushed and looked at your dress. It wasn't fit for dining with the king. "If you'll allow me to change-"
"He wants you there now."
Swallowing hard, you shook your head. "I don't understand."
"My orders are to escort you to the dining hall to have dinner with the king. Immediately."
This was all rather odd. "Is everything alright?"
He sighed and gave you a look.
"S-Sorry," you stammered, stepping out of your home and closing the door. "Lead on."
When he started off, you followed him, your mind reeling. Why would Thorin demand your presence now? And if it was for dinner, why not allow you to change? You were definitely not dressed for dinner with anyone, let alone the king. Surely he would have known that you had settled in for the evening. He knew you liked reading in the afternoon before having dinner and that you didn't lounge around your home in your finest.
Questions kept piling up in your head as you walked, nerves eating at you. This didn't feel right. The dwarf before you wore the mail of the Royal Guard, but you didn't recognize him. Were you being a fool in following him? Thorin wouldn't summon you like this, with no time to prepare. It was true he had been under a lot of stress lately, but this wasn't normal. You really wanted to know what was going on but the only person you could ask was a guard that didn't know anything.
You eased a little when he led you to the private dining hall reserved for the king. Maybe you worried too much about these things. You had worked yourself into a near panic over nothing, even if the situation was still rather odd. "Thank you," you said as he opened the door.
He nodded as you slipped in.
Glancing around as the door closed behind you, you saw that the table was piled high with food already. At the head of the table there was a place set and another to the right. It was not your usual place to sit, but then again, it wasn't the usual table either. Normally, it was smaller, more intimate, but this one was longer, looked more akin to the ones he would use when entertaining guests. What was going on in his head to use that table? And why hadn't he told you sooner about this? Neither of you had seen each other in a while, him being busy with repairing ties between Erebor and other nations. But surely he could have asked earlier so you could enjoy the night properly and not stand here worried about things that might not be.
A frown crossed your lips as you saw he was not seated at the table or anywhere that you could see. "Thorin?" you called, starting forward.
You froze when the lock slid home behind you with an ominous click.
"Thorin?" you asked again, almost scared to turn around.
Strong arms pulled you back into a hard body, the action making you gasp. "You sound frightened," a deep voice rumbled in your ear.
You relaxed against him, even though your heart was still pounding. "This is unlike you, Thorin," you said quietly, your hands lifting to settle over his. "Usually you have these things well planned out."
"Oh, I've been planning this for a while now."
"And you couldn't let me know sooner?" you chided gently. "I would have liked time to prepare."
"I don't care what you wear," he said lowly, kissing your neck. "It's only you and me. There's no reason to be formal."
You sighed as he kept kissing you. You knew he didn't care but you liked dressing up for him. The moment his eyes darkened when he saw you always made your heart skip a beat and- "Thorin!" you gasped when he cupped your breasts.
"I've missed you," he growled, his fingers kneading you.
A moan slipped out of you and you pressed your head back against his shoulder. His mouth was still on you, trailing kisses and licks all over your skin. You squirmed in his grip as he teased your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress.
"Did you miss me?"
Your breath shivered out of you with how low his voice had gotten. "Of course," you managed to say.
His mouth closed on your neck, sucking hard and making heat flare through you. He was still fondling your breasts, but he kept his hands outside of your dress.
You nearly cried out when the attention suddenly stopped. "T-Thorin," you said shakily.
"I'm going to ruin dinner if I have dessert first."
Well, that told you what his plans were for tonight. "Shall we eat then?"
The shudder that passed through him surprised you. Yes, it had been a while since you'd been together, but something seemed…different this time. "Yes," he said huskily.
As his arms slid from around you, you resisted the urge to whip around to face him. His expression was usually guarded, but there had to be something there that would give you more clues about what he was planning. His hand trailed along your back before settling in the middle and giving you a small push into the room. You didn't resist him, letting him lead you to the spot next to the head of the table.
Frowning slightly as you took your seat, you saw that most of the food was not typical dwarven fare. You glanced at Thorin as he sat and saw that he was watching you. A blush tinted your cheeks at the intensity in his gaze. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving."
How did his voice keep getting lower? The deep rumble already tugged erotically at you, but when it got husky your bones melted. Damn it, how were you to focus on the meal when all you wanted to do was strip the clothes from his body and claim him on the table?
Somehow you did, for a few bites at least, before you realised he wasn't eating. "Thorin, what's wrong?" you asked, putting your fork down.
"Why do you think something's wrong?"
"I have seen you in nearly three week and then you spring a surprise dinner on me? Which you aren't eating and didn't allow me to get ready for."
He sat back in his chair, studying you. "Why is your dress so important to you?"
Why was he focusing only on that? "Is it wrong to want to please you?"
"You please me and it has nothing to do with what you wear."
You silently gave up. He would never understand how you felt about it so there was no point in arguing further with him.
Thorin picked up a goblet and sipped at it. "If the dress bothers you so much," he said slowly, "take it off."
You jerked in your chair, staring at him. "W-What?"
"You heard me."
Yes, you had but you weren't sure if he was serious. He certainly looked like he was but that was also how he usually looked. "Thorin?"
"You have two options," he continued. "You can either take it off of your own volition or I can remove it for you."
"You can't be serious," you protested even though you were getting the feeling that he was.
"Is that your answer?"
"Thorin-" You broke off with a gasp when he caught your arm and pulled you up.
His hands easily found the laces of your simple dress, tugging on them knowingly. Some part of you knew that you should stop him, but you didn't and it was soon whispering down your body to pool on the floor.
"I thought we were having dinner!" you cried, trying in vain to cover yourself. You could feel his eyes on you, moving over everything that he had revealed. Normally, it wouldn't bother you, but nothing about this evening was turning out to be normal.
He chuckled deeply and the sound did nothing to soothe any of your nerves. "We are."
You shivered as he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you. Confusion flooded you when he sat you on the table after pushing aside his plate. What was he-A disgruntled noise left you as he pushed you back on the table, stretching you out. "Thorin, what are you doing?" you demanded, feeling vulnerable displayed like this.
"Having dinner."
What in Mahal's name was he going on about? Had all the delegations with Men and Elves done something to his mind? A hiss left you when something cool contacted your skin. Pushing yourself up, you stared at him as he slowly poured wine over your torso.
The look on his face said he was just waiting for your protest. To spite him, you stayed silent to watch what he was going to do. He held your gaze for a moment, bracing his hands on the table on either side of your hips. Bending over you, he slowly leaned down and his tongue passed over you.
You shivered as he lapped up the wine staining your skin. He took his time with the task. He left no speck behind, cleaning every drop of deep red liquid and leaving you trembling. "Is this to be the way of it then?" you whispered.
Blue eyes flicked up to your face. "The way of what?" he rumbled.
"Dinner."
His lips twitched and he trailed them over your stomach. "Is that agreeable?"
After three weeks of not seeing him? "Most agreeable," you sighed.
Thorin's gaze darkened and he kissed above your navel, his lips lingering on you. His beard rasped against the soft skin and made you shiver in response. You felt his mouth curl at the action, no doubt silently laughing at you before he pulled away.
You watched as he dipped his fingers in a bowl beside you and began spreading the contents along your body. You shifted just enough to touch some of it and brought your fingers to your mouth. Licking them clean, you murmured, "Honey?"
"Not the sweetest thing I'm going to eat tonight."
Blushing, you shook your head and watched as he covered you in sweets and cut pieces of fruit. "Hardly dinner material," you noted wryly.
"I changed my mind. Dessert is first."
You let out a shaky breath as he moved up to kiss the base of your throat. He began kissing down, licking away honey and cream as he went. You watched as he leisurely had his dessert, his mouth moving slowly up one side of your breast.
"Oh," you moaned, falling back on the table when his lips closed around your nipple.
Thorin made a low noise as he sucked on you, cleaning away all of the cream he'd covered you with. Your hands moved to clutch at his hair, holding him to you as his tongue flicked over your nipple. When he switched to give the other the same treatment, you had to bite down on your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.
You tried to pull him closer, but he resisted, keeping himself braced above you. A whimper slipped your control when you slid from his mouth. "No," you murmured, desperate for more of his touch.
"I'm not done yet," he growled.
Your back arched as he began kissing and licking down your stomach. You squirmed under him as he took his time lavishing attention to every inch of you. When his lips pressed to your hipbone, your breath caught and you silently prayed he would continue downward. "Thorin?" you murmured when he paused.
He sighed deeply and pulled away from you.
Pushing yourself up again, you saw him studying you. "What is it?" you whispered.
"I'm still hungry."
The words were low and decadent, delightfully erotic in nature. Before you could answer him with any suggestion, he caught your legs and tugged you to the edge of the table. He parted your thighs and had you crying out as he leaned forward to lick you. Your fingers curled against the table as you braced your feet on the arms of his chair and pushed yourself up.
His chuckle had you seeing stars and you weren't ready for him to slip a finger inside you. Arching again, you moaned as he sucked on your clit even as he began to pump his finger. Your thighs squeezed him, pleasure coiling within your stomach. Licking dry lips, you panted for air as he skillfully wound you up. The king knew what to do to make desire pound through you and the absence between the two of you had done nothing to dull his skills.
Your hands gripped his head again, tugging him closer to you. Tipping your head back against the table, you moaned loudly as he curled his finger to strike that sweet spot inside you. You bit down on your lip, muscles tensing as pleasure fogged your mind.
"No!" you cried when he pulled away from you.
He chuckled. "No?"
Pushing yourself up on shaking arms, you saw he was settled back in his chair, his eyes hot on you. "Thorin, why did you stop?" you murmured, trying not to beg him to continue.
"I'm full," he said quietly, licking his fingers clean.
The sight made your gut clench. Levering up further, you moved your legs before scooting off of the table into his lap. "I'm not," you breathed, trailing your hands down his chest.
His hands cupped your ass, fingers squeezing. "We should fix that," he purred.
Bracing your knees on the wide seat, you lifted yourself just enough to tug the ties of his pants loose. His hiss as your fingers brushed him made you smile. It didn't last as you freed him and felt his thick length brush against you. Letting out a deep breath, you held him steady before sinking down on him.
His groan made you shiver, but not as much as the feeling of him slipping inside you. Your hands gripped his shoulder tightly even as your body sank lower to take all of him.
A soft noise left you when you could go no further. Licking your lips, you savoured the feel of him.
"Ride me," he growled, his voice so low.
Your lashes lifted to look at him. "I thought you were full."
"And you said you weren't. Have you changed your mind?"
You wanted to growl back at him, but he bounced you in his lap, making your muscles contract. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted yourself until only the head of him was inside you. You waited a moment before bringing your hips down. Your cry mingled with his groan as he thrust up to meet you, driving him deeper.
Little mewls left you every time he slid into you, pleasure pumping through you. His hands were helping you move hard on him and you could feel his hot breaths striking your skin. You weren't prepared for him to lower his head and close his lips around one of you nipples. "Thorin!"
A low rumble left him as he brought you down on him and held you still as he sucked.
Squirming on his lap, your muscles clenched as he shifted inside you. You heard him growl again, but it didn't deter you from grinding against him. You felt his fingers flex on you, no longer holding you quite as still. Lifting a little, you slowly rocked back and forth on him.
"Mahal," he groaned, "can't you ever be still?"
When he was inside of you? "No," you whispered.
He nipped lightly at you before leaning back in his chair.
You took it as a sign to continue. Bracing yourself again, you slowly started moving. You knew it wasn't what he wanted, but you did it anyways.
"I've half a mind to spread you out on the table and take you the way you deserve," he muttered.
"And how is that?"
"Hard and repeatedly."
Biting your lip, you tried to ignore what his words did to you but it was impossible. Shivers broke out when his fingers ghosted up your sides, the pads of them rough on you. When he cupped your breasts, a moan left you and you moved a little harder on him.
He smirked, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as you did what he wanted.
You didn't care that you'd given in. What did it matter when pleasure was the end result? Your head tipped back as you rode him, his hips lifting to meet you again. A soft protest left you as one of his hands slid away from your breasts, but your body trembled as it trailed down your stomach.
"Don't stop," he ordered when your motions faltered as his thumb found your clit.
You tried not to whimper and kept moving on him. It was hard to do with pleasure sparking through your veins with every shift of his thumb and lift of his hips. Your fingers tightened on him, holding on as you felt your release edge closer. "Thorin," you breathed, voice catching.
He made a low noise, his free hand wrapping around your hips to keep you moving on him. His fingers dug into your side as your muscles clenched around him.
When he leaned forward to press a kiss to the hollow at the base of your throat, his beard rasped against sensitive skin and it sent you over. Your cry echoed through the room as your body came undone, pleasure flooding you.
You heard and felt Thorin growl deeply as he kept you moving, seeking his own release. You knew it wouldn't take much, not with how you were squeezing him and trembling against him. He suddenly brought your hips down hard on him and held you still as he shuddered under you. A deep groan left him as he bucked against you, sated pleasure coating the sound.
Slumping against him, you trembled as his thumb continued to lazily move against your clit.
It was a long moment before he shifted under you and you turned to look at him. Hazy blue eyes were watching you, his lips curled in a slight smirk. "Are you full now?" he asked cheekily.
You rolled your eyes at him, but murmured, "I think there's still room for a second dessert."
He sucked in a sharp breath and it made you grin. "It is still early," he agreed, his voice raspy. "There's plenty of time for seconds and thirds, I think."
A/N: Tis Sunday again and time for an update! This was a prompt I got after I did the Fíli creampuffs one and I've had this idea as soon as the reviewer mentioned food and Thorin. Had a bit of an issue with it because it came out a lot shorter than the others and adding anything is always a pain, but I managed to flesh it out a little bit. It's still a touch shorter than the others, but I didn't know what else to add. So hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
As a small aside, it's come to my attention that this site doesn't actually allow reader insert stories, but I just wanted to say that I'm still going to be posting this story here. In the event that something does happen, I've already started moving my reader insert stories over to Archive of Our Own (AO3). My username over there is cecania and so far most of the smut based reader inserts are posted there and eventually this beast will catch up. I'm not leaving the site yet though; this is more just a pre-emptive measure for a worst case scenario. If I have to, I will take the story down, but as I said, it's up on AO3 so it won't be gone. Of course, if any of you follow my tumblr then you already know this, but I thought I would post a head's up here as well since it would be rude not to.