LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Thorin - A Royal Tease (18+!)

THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT - ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18+!

Thorin x fem!reader

Requested: kind of - this was a favor to a very special person!

Warnings: NSFW with an E rating, so please only read if you're 18+!

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Thorin was lying on his back in the sand, eyes closed and panting heavily.

"Another one!" he growled after a few seconds.
"Are you sure you can take another one? Married life sure is taking a toll on ya!" Dwalin teased, getting in his starting position again. He rolled his muscles and Thorin could hear his bones crack. Dwalin was enjoying this far too much.

Thorin might be losing his touch, but Mahal be his witness, he would never admit defeat. He couldn't give Dwalin the satisfaction.
So he pushed himself back up while muttering a line of very colourful words, ready to smack that smirk of his best friend's face.

These late night sparring sessions with Dwalin were a godsend to get rid of the tension and frustration in his body, but that didn't mean he would let him off the hook so easily.

Wiping the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand, he walked towards the opposite side of the training field.
His tunic clung to his body, dripping with sweat so Thorin decided to take it off.

"What in Durin's name are those?" Dwalin's voice boomed across the field.

Thorin immediately held his tunic in front of him, as if he had been caught doing something that he shouldn't. He completely forgot about them.

"S'none of your business," he muttered.

"As your personal guard it is my bloody business, Thorin," Dwalin retorted, making his way towards his King.

"Who gave ya those bruises?"

Thorin stared at his best friend and felt his cheeks flush. He could see Dwalin's thoughts take a turn for the worst, blaming himself for his King's injuries. But he couldn't tell him the truth, could he?

"You were not the one who caused them," Thorin said in a tone that made it clear he wasn't going to elaborate.

"Then who did?" he pressed on.

"Leave it, Dwalin."

But Dwalin was quicker and snatched the shirt out of his hands so the bruises were visible.

"Thorin..."

Dwalin's eyes traveled over the King's bare chest. His pecs, abs and hips were covered in dark purple bruises, each one of them the size of a gold coin. His eyes landed on the waistband of Thorin's breeches and it looked like the bruises didn't stop there.

"I'm supposed to protect ya, Thorin. Who mistreated you like this?"

Thorin kept his eyes focused on Dwalin's, as if he wanted to have a staring match. Dwalin could see the internal battle his King was fighting, before Thorin broke eye contact and turned around to put his tunic back on.

"They're Y/N's alright," he hissed, without looking at him.

Dwalin stood completely shocked for a few seconds, before he balled his fists and almost bristled in anger.

"Dam or not, she can't treat ya that way, Thorin," he said through clenched teeth.

Thorin placed his hands on Dwalin's shoulders to calm him down.

"No, my friend. No, it's not like that at all... They happened during..." Thorin took a deep breath and lowered his voice in case someone could overhear. "During our lovemaking."