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“What the hell are you two doing?” You deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest at the scene that lay before you. The two brothers froze, the noise that had been coming from them ending. Fili turned slowly, his arms awkwardly placed behind him, his body blocking something from your view.

“What are you two doing?” You repeated, stepping closer to the brothers. An innocent smile stretched across Fili’s lips.

“We aren’t doing anything… dangerous.” You rolled your eyes, stepping even closer and looking down to their project. Angry blue eyes glared back up at you. Relief flashed across Thorin’s face. Thorin’s wrists, arms, legs, and ankles were bound together, hindering him from all movement. As if binding him wasn’t bad enough, he was gagged as well. You eyed both of them carefully.

“Why is Thorin bound?” You knelt down next to him, about to untie him, when two pairs of hands grabbed each of yours. Thorin looked up at you with begging eyes.

“Don’t untie him!” Fili started.

“He was asleep and we just wanted to have a bit of fun!” Kili finished, brown eyes pleading with yours. You sighed, them releasing your arms.

“On the kind of quest we are on, to do this to your leader, King, and Uncle… is highly frowned upon.” You explained. “But, because your intentions were innocent,” Thorin’s eyes widened at your words and he started to thrash about. “I think I can allow you your fun.” Fili and Kili held you tightly.

“Thank you, Auntie!” They chimed, kissing you on your cheeks. You smiled, eyes alight with amusement. Fili and Kili looked down onto their Uncle, then to each other, not knowing exactly what to do now that he was bound. They both looked back to you with sly smiles on their faces. “Perhaps you can find something to do with him.” Kili suggested. You raised an eyebrow.

“You planned this didn’t you?”

“Oh yes.” Fili nodded, smirk on his lips. You sighed, eyeing poor Thorin who seemed to be even more pissed off than before. You were his wife for Mahal's sake! You should have untied him by now, but you didn’t.

“Fine then, leave, I’ll find something to do to him... I mean with him” Fili and Kili smirked as they sauntered back to the camp, a skip in their step at torturing their Uncle. You looked back down at Thorin; his eyes were blazing in anger, his legs kicking at you. His curses were being muffled by the gag in his mouth. He looked a bit like a pissed off chinchilla. You giggled, leaning over him, pressing your lips to his temple.

“You don’t honestly think I’m going to hurt you do you?” you murmured. He calmed slightly at your words. He wasn’t sure; he wouldn’t put it past you to torture him in a very pleasurable way and that was what he was afraid of. You had a huge domination kick, and right now, you were definitely the dominate one. You trailed your lips down the side of his face, lightly nipping at his skin until you got to his nose, which you kissed playfully. He sighed deeply. He could deal with this.

The soft touches of your lips to his face were appreciated. He could feel his anger subsiding, a sense of calm and a touch of arousal filling him.
You chuckled, nuzzling your nose against his. “Let’s get you in a more comfortable position.” You maneuvered him over to a nearby boulder, leaning him up against it. You reached around him, fingertips gently undoing the knot that held his gag in place. You carefully removed it, throwing it over your shoulder.

Thorin worked his jaw, trying to get some feeling back into it. You straddled his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Better?”

“I would feel much better if you untied me, Y/n.” You smiled, threading your fingers through his thick hair, tugging it lightly at the roots. You scraped your nails over his scalp; his head came forward to rest on your chest. Why were you so tempting after all this time?

“I don’t know, Fili and Kili told me to do something with you tied up…” You purred, softly rolling your hips over his. A quiet groan slipped from his lips at the sinful rotation of your hips. “Mmm,” You moaned out, “I think you’re starting to enjoy this, my King.” you teased. You could feel him pressing against your center, even through his thick breeches, the pressure sending a surge of heat through you.

His breath puffed out shakily across your chest. You knew just what to do to get him wound up from your extensive experience with him, and he was wound tight. He could feel himself twitching to life, your hips slow movements never stilling. With every roll of your hips, you brushed up against him in just the right way. Thorin struggled against his bonds, trying to grip your hips in his hands to still your movements. This was just too much right now.

Your nails scratching against his scalp combined with the smooth motions of your hips, was enough to drive him mad. That added with the fact he could not touch you, was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity.

“Untie me, Y/n.” His order came out soft and breathy, his voice deep with lust. You tilted his head staring him in the eyes. His normally blue gaze was eclipsed by black. Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth suddenly going dry. You pushed your lips onto Thorin’s, your desire spilling over. His tongue easily slipped into your mouth, twisting around your tongue and nibbling lightly on the tip. Thorin’s beard was scratching against your smooth skin, his soft lips melding against yours. Heat was pooling in your stomach, arousal gathering at your entrance.

You pulled away from him a panting moaning mess. You fingers started to work on his belt, unclipping it and tossing it over your shoulder. You yanked his tunic and coat over his head. The articles bunched up behind his shoulders, making him slightly more comfortable against the boulder. He pulled at his restraints, once again trying to touch you. He growled with frustration as your hands descended upon the flesh of his chest.

You fingers rubbed gently across battle scars, long memorized from when they had first appeared. Rugged quivering muscle met your fingertips. You started to mouth at his neck, nipping and licking at the strong column of his throat. Angry moans met your ears, the sounds shooting straight to your groin. You playfully tugged at his nipples before pinching them. You looked up to see him glare halfheartedly at you.

“Untie me now, Y/n.” he ordered. You smiled pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Why?” you tilted your head, skimming your hand down his abdomen to rest on the ever growing bulge in his breeches. He growled dangerously at you but you were not to be deterred. You added pressure to your hand, slowly massaging him. His breath stuttered and his eyes shut tight. You felt him harden even further under your indirect touch. Thorin released a moan at a particularly hard rub.

Thorin felt unbearably hot under you. His hands itched to touch you anywhere they could, but they were stuck behind him. Damn his Nephews for paying attention to him when he taught them about knots. They were done well and it was no use, he was to be stuck like this until you deemed it necessary for him to be free. Until that time he was to be tormented by your delicious touches and teasing kisses. He bucked his hips against your hand, trying to urge you to relieve some of the aching tension inside him. A sweet smile graced your features.

“What do you want, Thorin?” you asked him softly.

“I want you to untie me, Y/n.” His voice almost seemed pleading. You giggled, nuzzling his cheek.

“Other than that.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Y/n…” He stretched forward, trying to press his lips to yours, but you leaned back.

“No, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Your hand stilled on his arousal. He groaned. Why did you have to be so difficult? He muttered something under his breath, staring away from you.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He glared at you.

“Do whatever you want.” Those words sent a searing heat spiraling through you. You felt invisible flames licking at your body, an inferno at your center. Poor Thorin was twitching and painfully hard under your still hand. You started to press soft kisses to his neck, yanking his breeches open. A deep groan filled the air around you both as you wrapped your hand around his length, gently stroking him. His head fell onto your shoulder, his breath coming out in puffs against your skin.

He felt like hot velvet covered marble in your hand. You pressed your thumb against the slit at the head of his delicate member, he gasped at the feeling. You rolled the pad of your thumb around him, gathering the beads of his desire.

Pleasure was shooting up his spine at every movement of your hand. He felt dizzy. Your hands were so soft and warm, the feeling of them on him especially on such a sensitive part of him, Aule save him, he was completely helpless now. Thorin was bucking his hips against your hand lazily, wanting more friction from your loving hands. You happily gave it to him, wrapping your other hand around his base. You squeezed softly in time with the rotation of your thumb, lightly pulling as you did so.

He weakly thrust upwards in your hands, groaning desperately into your ear. Thorin raised his knees, sliding you down his thighs to press against him more fully. You cried out at the feeling of his heat and your hands pressing against your overly sensitive center. You stood shakily, using his shoulders to push yourself up. You pushed off your breeches and your undergarments as smoothly as possible. You kicked off your boots, stumbling back over to Thorin.

He wanted desperately to smooth his calloused hands over your soft thighs. He started thrashing about trying to at least loosen his bonds. He thrust his hips up in a feeble attempt to release the throbbing ache in his groin. He sighed out his pent up frustration, looking at you with a pitiful expression.

Your features softened as you sat on his drawn knees, spreading your legs to bare yourself to him. You scratched your nails up your thigh, angry marks appearing in their wake. Blushing hotly you started to roll the pearl of nerves above your opening in your fingers. Sparks of pure unbridled pleasure started to thrum throughout your body. You gave yourself a rough pinch, moaning in delight at the beautiful feeling.

You were dripping down the thighs of his breeches and Thorin was drinking in the sight of you touching yourself. Your face was raw with feeling and he reveled in the sweet sounds that you were emitting. Your dripping sex begged to be filled by him. Your head fell to his shoulder at your self pleasure. You started to kiss at his pulse point, his heart beat frantic beneath your tongue. His cock was throbbing between his legs, praying for release.

“Please, Y/n?” he whispered. You kissed up the side of his neck to his ear. You took his piercing into your mouth, rolling your tongue around it, the metal cooling your tongue. You nipped his ear lobe before kissing it gently.

“Please what, my love?” Your hot breath only worsened his condition. He pulled his hands apart, trying in another vain attempt to touch you, to grab your hips and slam you down onto him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, him trapped between your searing heat and his stomach. You mewled at the feeling of him pressing against you. You started to slowly swirl your hips atop his. He pressed his head to your shoulder panting harshly against you. This was the sweetest torment he had ever received.

“Please, Y/n, let me touch you.” He brushed his lips over your neck, nipping at you lovingly. He started to suck at the places he nipped, laving his tongue over the spots.

“But you are touching me…” you breathed out. His lips made their way to your mouth, ghosting over your jaw, biting your lower lip, and finally pressing his lips back to yours in a chaste kiss.

“Don’t toy with me, darling, I am not in a pleasant state for you to do so.” Thorin rasped. His voice was laced heavily with lust and love, the sound music to your ears.

“What if I just…” you trailed off, raising your hips. You positioned him at your entrance and lowered yourself onto him. His hips jerked involuntarily, impaling you swiftly on him. You cried out at the feeling of being stretched so completely. Your fingers were gripping his shoulders tight, your fingernails biting into his skin imprinting them with red crescent moons. You were gasping for air as it seemed your lungs no longer knew how to function.

Thorin hissed at the feeling of being engulfed by the screaming hot inferno of your sex. You started to ride him. Your hips were raising and falling at steady rhythm, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. You didn’t know when the next moment would come for you and Thorin to be together. You tilted your hips upwards, causing him to massage your front walls. You moaned leaning back against his thighs, quickening your pace. He was spearing you so deep and rubbing you in the most perfect way, you were slowly descending into madness. White was starting to spot your vision, your movements becoming frantic and sloppy. Thorin started to thrust his hips up with great force, bouncing you atop him. With each of his thrusts he slammed into you.
Every slam brought you closer. The heat pooling in your stomach told you what was about to happen. “Let go, Y/n, come for me.” His words were all you needed. You came hard, clamping down on Thorin’s cock. You threw your head back in a scream, your orgasm tearing through. You were holding Thorin tight to your chest trying to find the ground. Thorin felt the coil within him snap at your scream. Heat flooded his body as your walls clenched around him, milking him. Thorin’s hips jerked and he spilled into you, his heat coating your inner walls.
You lay heavily against him, panting. Thorin’s head was resting on your shoulder in the same post-orgasmic state you were. Sweat slicked your brow but you didn’t have the energy to wipe it. Thorin’s body felt hot, wet, and comforting against your own. You rubbed your cheek against his head, hands gently massaging his shoulders.

“Will you untie me now?” he asked, looking up at you with bleary eyes. You smiled, nodding your head. You shakily pushed yourself off of him, him slipping from you. You whimpered at the loss of heat. You felt something drip down your thigh. You ignored it knowing exactly what it was and went to work on unbinding Thorin. You started with his ankles, your fingers shakily undoing the knots. By the time you were done, you had sobered up some, which made it much easier to undo the bindings at his thighs.
He watched your careful movements. Your face was flushed from your previous activities and you had a satisfied smile on your face. Damn it! He always knew he loved touching you, but this was just ridiculous. He tried to touch you again but you were working on the bindings of his arms now, not his hands. When those were free, he leaned forward, allowing you room to slip behind him. You nimbly untied his hands, letting the rope fall to the ground. Irritated red marks wrapped around his wrists. You sighed standing once more and sitting yourself back down on his lap. Thorin had already tugged his shorts back up, so sitting on him was no problem.

You rubbed his wrists lightly with your fingertips, trying to soothe the angry red from them. You pressed your lips to the inside of each of his wrists. His hand cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek. He brought you down to his lips, kissing you deeply. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to him as he loved your mouth. You moaned lowly into his mouth, his hands were gently caressing your bare legs, rough fingers massaging you into a pile of jelly. A loud cough caused the both of you to break away from each other.

Fili, Kili, and the rest of the company were standing in a line watching you both with faces that ranged from shock to amusement. Kili and Fili were trying their best to hold back their laughter and the poor Hobbit looked like he was about to faint. You sighed, wrapping your arms around Thorin’s waist, hiding in his chest. Thorin placed his arm around your waist and an arm over your thigh, covering what he could of you. Gandalf raised a brow, eyeing you both with amusement. He drew a long breath from his pipe.

“What do you want?” You groaned out. Thorin chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly.

“We ran over here when we heard you scream, to make sure everything was alright.” Bilbo said quickly. Both you and Thorin turned to glare at your Nephews.

“Did Fili and Kili not inform you to not disturb us?” you ground out. Fili and Kili went pale at your words. The mass majority of the company shook their heads. “Kili!” you barked out. Kili stood up straight and tried to steel his facial expression. You beckoned him closer to you with your index finger. He stepped closer to you and his Uncle cautiously.

“Yes, Auntie?”

“Fetch me my pants and your Uncle’s belt.” He did as he was told.

“Fili…” Thorin said calmly. The company looked on now purely in amusement now. Fili gulped, coming to stand next to you and Thorin. He averted his eyes away from you both, watching his brother search for Thorin’s belt.

“Yes, Uncle?” You hid your smile against Thorin’s neck.

“Next time you tie me up with your brother and leave me at the mercy of my wife, alert the company to not bother us.” Fili nodded in understanding. Dwalin, Nori, Bofur, and Gandalf lost it. They started to laugh so hard they had to hold their sides from their laughter. Kili laid your pants down at your side. Thorin’s belt was resting on top.

“If I could get a moment please?” you asked, looking into the eyes of the company. They all turned around. You sighed, reluctantly removing yourself from Thorin’s lap and started to tug on your pants. You looked around briefly for your boots. “Kili, find my boots.” Thorin smirked up at you, you held out your hand for him to take. He grabbed it, pulling himself up. He grabbed his coat and shirts, tossing them over his shoulder, leading you away from the company.

“Leave my boots at the foot of my bedroll, Nephew!” You shouted playfully over your shoulder.

“Alright, you two did what to Thorin?” Dwalin chuckled out, slapping Fili on the back.

“We kind of… tied him up…”

“And left him with Auntie….”

“You two sure are going to have it rough for awhile.” Balin looked the two young ones down.

“… I figured that.” Fili groaned, dragging a hand over his face. Next time, he would definitely forewarn the company.