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Yet again, another porn-without-plot story about the delicious Thorin Oakenshield and the female!reader.

Summary : « Everynight, every-single-night, I palm myself to completion imagining all the filthy things I would do to you »

Yeah… enough said :D

**I have no shame and I regret nothing, except perhaps, not owning Thorin Oakenshield**

Chapter One

You walk into the dinner hall, as you've been doing every day for the past couple of months, to serve the King and his companions. To your surprise tonight, the King is not present and this disappoints you. You've spent most of your days fantasizing about him since you started working for him… The first time you laid eyes on him, you were taking aback by his sheer beauty and his undeniable sex-appeal. You remember well how you felt when he looked into your eyes; like he could see straight to your soul, the faintest of smile dancing on his lips as he welcomed you to his employ…

Every night since that first time you met him, a rush runs through you at the thought of being able to rest your eyes on him again. You always make sure you look just right before dinner service fixing your hair, brushing your hands over your dress as you tend to do when you are nervous, and looking one last time in the mirror before you go out to the kitchen.

You also get the same excited feeling somewhere in your belly as you leave the kitchen for the dinner hall; your heart beat quickens in your chest, your breath comes a bit faster and your hands start to shake a bit making it more difficult for you to perform your duties without spilling anything!

When you reach the dinner hall, your eyes fall on him immediately and he takes your breath away every time… and every time he looks up at you and nods slowly, his dark blue eyes following you as you move across the room. You are certain you are imagining of all it; why would the King of dwarves pay any particular attention to a human woman such as yourself. Still, whenever you look at him, he seems to be looking back… it is so unnerving because his expression is unreadable and you can't tell if he is welcoming your looks or if he is just plain annoyed by them.

The days go by and your feelings toward the King only intensify. You find yourself waking up in the morning and already wanting the day to be over and for dinner time to be there. You mind and soul are filled him images of him, with the sound of his voice like velvety chocolate, his eyes that seem to linger on your form… you long to reach for him and touch him… even your nights are filled with sweet dreams of him… how it would feel to have his weight on you, the taste of his lips on yours with this beard grazing your cheeks, the warmth of his hands on your naked body, his voice in your ears telling you how much he wants you… By the Gods! Get a grip on yourself! You try to talk some sense into yourself, with little success. This is clearly going to become a problem…

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As it were, the foreseen problems came to an abrupt realization yesterday night. When you walked into the hall with the usual tension building in you, you almost fell to your knees at the sight of him. He was dressed more casually than normal wearing only a loose blue shirt and black pants. The shirt was opened low in the front, allowing you to see way too much of his bare chest. Your mouth went dry instantly and you stopped short in the middle of the dinner hall, staring at him with your mouth slightly open in shock.

It was quite impossible for Thorin not to notice your reaction and he looked pretty pleased with it… a corner of his mouth lifted up and he smirked at you. It was enough to get you out of this daze and back to the task at hand! But the damage was done; heat had already started to pool at the base of your spine and your eyes ran over his body, examining his bare chest muscles covered in black hair… you just wanted to drop the plate of food and reach for him to rip that shirt of him in order to see all of him… but when you realized he had noticed your reaction, you chastised yourself and tried to focus on your work but couldn't… you couldn't concentrate, your eyes always flicking back to him, you started to drop things clumsily, your face flushing red at the cheeks… How could you be so out of control from a half smile from him?

Thorin kept his amused gaze on you while you fumbled through your tasks. When it was his turn to be served, you took a deep steadying breath and walked toward him. When you noticed that he was finding your behaivor toward him amusing, something hotter than lust started to burn in you; it was like he was challenging you to remain composed. In this you saw an opportunity to redeem yourself; you would show him that he didn't have control over you… or so you thought then….

You walked toward him with a slow deliberate pace, your eyes never leaving his. Thorin must have noticed your renewed determination because the smile that was dancing of his lips disappeared in an instant, giving place to a darker expression. You placed your plate on the table next to him and you turned to face him :

« King Thorin. »

« My lady. »

His rich baritone voice is electrifying, vibrating through you and you almost gasp out loud but you keep your calm, not wanting to show him that he can have that kind of effect on you with only two words spoken. You bend down to reach for his cup to fill it with wine and your breasts roughly brush against his arm and you hear him catching his breath at the contact. It freezes you in place, your chest against his arm and you slowly turn around to look at him. His eyes seems even darker now and you get a little scared standing up straight again and leaving the table without even serving the King his drink. You feel utterly embarrassed by your actions and his reaction of anger makes you feel even worst…

So tonight, when you get to the dinner hall and Thorin is not there, you fear it is because of your inappropriate actions of the past night. You go about your usual serving duties, pouring wine, bringing food and attending to the need of the guests. But you can't help but feel ashamed and a little sad all night.