All That Shimmers is Gold, a hobbit fanfic

Thorin layed his eyes on Bilbo, admiring the way his golden curls shimmered and glowed in the summer sun. He saw the way his dimples appeared in his pale, freckled skin as he smiled at the joyful chatter going on around the Dwarves, and how his soft stomach would jiggle and shake when he laughed at a small joke that Kili or Fili would make. Thorin couldn't help but notice that Bilbo's once completely flat and perfect teeth have grown back out throughout the adventure; four teeth- two on the top and two on the bottom, were more sharp. Bilbo's always been insecure of his sharp teeth, so he files him down. Thorin only knows this because it's one of the things Bilbo would rant about when he believed that everyone was asleep.

Bilbo Baggins. His Hobbit. Well, not yet. But- he should be, by the end of the night. Thorin had big plans for tonight. Big plans. Eventually, Bilbo's eyes met with Thorin's, and it's as if time slowed down, even if just for a second. It felt as though their souls connected through their eyes, and Bilbo averted his gaze after a good two minutes, a red flush coming to his pale cheeks and pointed ears. Thorin smiled softly, a light tint coming to his own cheeks. Of course everyone noticed the interaction, but no one said anything- to save the two love birds any embarrassment.

As the day faded into evening, Thorin felt his heart racing in his chest. He hasn't been this nervous ever since he faced with Smaug all those years ago when he came to attack Erebor. Thorin's nephews, Kili and Fili, shot him an encouraging look. Thorin, gathering up all the courage in his tight chest, eventually made his way over to Bilbo, who was just casually chatting with Kili, and of course, Fili, who he's gotten really close to. The two Dwarves have become really close friends with the small Hobbit since the beginning of the journey, only getting closer with each day. It's as if they all share one braincell, if not a mind. Thorin could've sworn Bilbo's become more mischievous since befriending the two.

Kili and Fili looked up to see Thorin approaching the Hobbit from behind, sweating. Kili grinned at Thorin, and Bilbo instinctively turned around to see whom Kili was grinning at. Bilbo looked up to see the flushed king, his face red and sweaty. "Are you alright?" Bilbo's soft, concerned voice broke Thorin out of his overwhelming thoughts. "You're really flushed. Do you want some water? I believe I have some left in my bag, if you need me to get you some." But Bilbo was cut off by Thorin's gentle yet rugged thumb being pressed against Bilbo's soft lips. "No, Bilbo. I'm fine. I promise." Thorin replied, slowly running his thumb down from Bilbo's lips to his chin, lifting Bilbo's head up to look him in the eyes directly, before letting it go. I just wished to.. Give you this." Thorin revealed a black leather box, setting it in Bilbo's hands. "Open it." Thorin urged, not able to wait for Bilbo any longer.

Bilbo looked up at Thorin for a moment, just staring at him. Bilbo would be lying if he said he wasn't confused. He wrapped one hand around the top of the box, gently pulling up the top of the black leather. Thorin, and most likely everyone watching, could visibly see Bilbo's pupils dilate. Inside the black velvet box, was a thick, gold necklace. It was so clean and shimmery, with diamonds of several different kinds embedded into it. In the middle, the biggest diamond in it, protected by swirls of carefully crafted gold- was a pink star diamond. Bilbo's eyes couldn't leave the shining gold of the jewelry. Eventually, after what felt like forever, Bilbo delicately closed the box, making sure not to damage anything, taking care of it as if it was his own baby.

Bilbo lifted his head, his eyes slowly constricting as they met Thorin's nervous gaze. "What's this for, Thorin?" Bilbo asked, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. Everyone went silent. Did the Hobbit not know of Dwarven courting customs? Ori spoke up "He's- He's asking to court you, Bilbo." Bilbo's head quickly snapped towards Ori, before twirling back towards Thorin. "Courting me? Thorin, is this true? Are you truly courting me? This isn't some crude prank, right?" Bilbo shook his head, looking down at the box again. "I don't- I don't understand." "What is there to not understand? I love you, and therefore I am simply asking to court you." "No, I mean- I don't get it. The whole way you're asking for my permission in your courtship, it's just.. so foreign to me." Bilbo said, holding the velvet box close to his chest, averting his gaze to the clean marble floors. "This isn't how we do it back at home." "I'm sure it's not." Thorin took Bilbo's face in his rough hand, gently turning Bilbo's hand to look at him again. "But this is how we do it. I apologize if this isn't how you wished to be courted, but-" Bilbo quickly cut him off. "I will." Thorin stayed silent for a moment. "You will?" "I mean, I accept. I accept.. your proposal." Thorin smiled, gently taking the Hobbit into his warm embrace by his hips, resting his forehead against Bilbo's soft curls. Everyone cheered for Thorin, like basic friends would do. But neither of the lovers were listening nor paying attention, they were too focused on the moment.

Later on that light, as the pair of lovebirds made their way to Thorin's bedroom, they were unable to keep their hands to themselves. Thorin opened the door without looking at the lock, his eyes too focused on Bilbo's pale, freckled, and flushed face. Once they made it inside, Thorin quickly shut the door behind them, not bothering to even lock it. Thankfully, Bilbo isn't completely stubborn or ignorant as is Thorin, and he does lock it before Thorin pushes him onto the soft, thick bed, his hands groping at Bilbo's soft, round body. Bilbo groaned as he allowed the Dwarves' big hands to roughly pick and tug at his clothing until they were discarded on the floor. But as Bilbo leaned up to start removing Thorin's clothing, Thorin stopped him, gently pushing Bilbo onto his back. Bilbo gave Thorin a puzzled stare, but the look on Thorin's face told Bilbo he had the whole night planned out in red. Bilbo couldn't help but squirm a little as he imagined the things Thorin was planning to do to him. Bilbo layed back onto the bed as Thorin gingerly picked up one of Bilbo's legs, stroking his fingers up and down the soft and warm skin. Bilbo closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, until something cold pressing against his skin jolted him up from his daydream. He looked down to see Thorin wrapping his thigh in a gold garter, stroking his finger around the metal. Bilbo shrugged it off, thinking it to be some kinky play Thorin was into. He didn't mind it, it felt nice to be pampered like this. Thorin just kept adding and adding on more gold onto Bilbo, until he completely sparkled. Thorin topped it all of with a long gold chain that he wrapped around Bilbo, keeping him from being mobile.

Once Bilbo's Hobbit hole was wet enough, he gingerly ran a finger around the entrance before slowly pushing it in. Bilbo's eyes rolled back as he groaned, the feeling of being filled causing sweet butterflies in his chubby stomach. Thorin tugged on the chain once more, forcing Bilbo to have his head up and be on his knees with no arms holding him up. Thorin eventually worked a second digit into Bilbo's tight warmth- curling, twisting, pumping, and scissoring them inside of Bilbo just until Bilbo felt a knot forming in his gut. That's when Thorin removed his fingers, elicting a whine from Bilbo, who mourned the loss of the digits inside of him. Bilbo was turned onto his back again, and was pulled up into a sitting position by the chains again. Bilbo looked down and gasped to see Thorin's pulsating member right before his eyes, biting his lip as he observed the length. Bilbo always forgot of the size difference between Hobbits and Dwarves. "Suck it." Thorin commanded, breaking Bilbo from his thoughts. "What?" Bilbo asked. In response, his head was shoved onto the long length, and he couldn't exactly do anything about it. His throat got accustomed to the rhythm ultimately, although it took him a good moment.

Soon Thorin's length was lubed enough, so Thorin pushed Bilbo down yet again. Bilbo was getting used to being pushed and shoved at this point in the night. Bilbo felt something wet and a little slimy line up with his entrance, before pushing in. Bilbo gasped and arched his back, a loud, rocking moan running through the room. The rest of the Dwarves most likely have heard them by now, if not the entire kingdom of Erebor. Thorin thrusted in and out, the only sounds in the room being the bed rocking, skin slapping against skin, and the lewd sounds of the Hobbit beneath him.

Thorin held Bilbo closed, kissing and sucking on all the sweet spots on Bilbo's neck, leaving loving purple marks. It wasn't long until Bilbo felt that knot in his stomach form up again, as well as Thorin. Both of their bodies shake as they ride out the lustful waves of their orgasm together, left panting and breathless as they bask in the afterglow. Thorin slowly and gently untied Bilbo from the golden chain, letting it hit the bedpost as Bilbo curls up into Thorin's arms, and they both drift off into a peaceful slumber.