To have someone || Elendil x fem!reader
Warnings: soft!dom Elendil, p in v, masturbation, orgasm, soft!spanking, sort of praise kink, let me know if I missed anything
Notes: female reader but no physical description of eye, skin or hair colour or characteristics overall, y/n used sparingly
You aren't strangers, neither to each other or flirting, all Elendil needed was a slight push...
Írima: lovable, desirable
(Image from Google) look at his uwu face though!!
There had always been a familiarity between them. It had been so for many years. Elendil, the Captain and y/n, the Scroll keeper. She held many documents and maps that were deemed prohibited on libraries, so, Elendil knew to seek her when in need of exclusive information. This time was no different.
With Galadriel on tow, a smile received him, as always, and he could never help but to smile back, and blush.
"It's good to see you, what can I do for you my captain?"
"Y/n, lovely as ever, but I've told you, you don't need to address me so formally." Elendil brushed his fingertips on her forearm.
"I know." She winked at him, mischievous smile on her lips. It had been so long since Elendil had been with a woman, so long since he courted or flirted that he almost felt embarrassed, if it wasn't for the threatening bulge in his underwear.
Galadriel showed the drawing she had to the Numenorean woman and she was quick to find the scrolls relevant to the endeavor. The pair analized and talked while y/n returned to her cataloguing. In the back of his mind, Elendil kept feeling a pull to the Scroll keeper, loosing the thread of the conversation with the elf so his eyes could search for her.
He found her reaching up to a shelf to retrieve a book, his gaze traced the line from her hand to her wrist, to her arm, to the curve of her shoulder, down her back and waist, to the swell of her rear and thighs, to the slit of her dress where the soft skin of her leg peaked through. His heart beat fastened, blood rushed between his legs and he swallowed through a dry throat.
Galadriel could sense her companion's lack of focus. Following his gaze, she understood why. A smile tugged at her lips.
"Elendil, I'll take these with me to study overnight. I can return to my quarters unattended. See you in the morning." She barely even gave him time to process or respond before her blue tunic was floating out the door.
Y/n stifled a chuckle. Elendil's cheeks were flushed red and his incredibly blue eyes, wide. She approached him to retrieve the crinkling paper. Her cold fingers brushing the back of his hands, sending jolts of electricity through his whole body.
"You should come by more often, my captain."
He finally raised his eyes from where their hands touched to her face, to her sweet smile and kind but playful gaze.
Moving at their own accord, his fingers released the document only to gently climb up her wrist, up her forearm.
She sighed with content and he grew bold. His other hand wrapped on her waist to pull her to him. Him still sited, she, between his legs, her chest leveled with his face.
Papers discarded to the side and her hand cupped his face and her lips dipped to decrease the space between them.
"Tell me to stop and I'll stop, my lord. Your wish is my command." She whispered, his eyes closed with a groan.
"Don't you dare stopping." Her smile grew wider before lunging in for a voracious kiss. Elendil couldn't help the desperate moans that left his throat as her tongue swirled and sucked his. His hands roamed her clothed figure, frustrated to find an opening.
She pulled back slightly, realizing his frustration.
"Is there something you need, my captain?" The corner of her lips raised, that mischievousness would be the end of him.
"Remove your clothes. That's an order." He wanted to sound all imposing and commanding but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.
Y/n stepped back, her chin lowered as her dextrous fingers worked the clasps of her belts, gazing through her lashes. His mouth was agape. His eyes flicked to the still open door when the lacings of her tunic were undone.
Elendil got up and now his hands cupped her face and the side of her neck and his lips swerved for her. Their moans melded together.
There wasn't much to access on his body that wasn't covered in leather armor but she managed to reach below his short tunic to brush her fingertips up his inner thigh, reaching the crease of his crotch and feeling the searing warmth and the hardened muscle twitching against her touch with a gutural groan from his throat.
Without warning, Elendil grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her onto his waist, legs circling him. He walked them to a nook where he knew her nudity would be reserved for him only if someone was to come in.
He sat down with her on his lap working his own clasps, desperate to feel her body on his. She "helped" by kissing and nibbling at his neck, ripping out sighs and grunts from him. Her hips moved against his bare thigh and he was sure he wouldn't have time to remove his clothes before she made him cum.
"Help me unbuckle or I'll have to punish you, Írima." She kissed his forehead, hands already working.
"That, I'd love to see, meldo." He had to stop for a moment to admire her. Admire her beauty, her keenness, her unapologetic boldness, her intelligence. He felt old all of a sudden. With such a wonderful woman in his arms, so willing to be his and to make him hers, he felt... inadequate. Like she would realize the same at any moment and regret what they were doing.
But the second her coy smile and lustful gaze met his, his doubts, insecurities, faded away.
His tunic was out of the way, finally and his underwear rolled to the side, as she did with hers, him not letting her completely remove the fabric to protect her from exposure. Of course he wished for more, but this wasn't the place.
Her agile hand pumped his length half a dozen times, slow and deliberate before lining him with her entrance and gently sinking down with a gasp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he had to bite down his own lip to keep from coming. His nails bit down at her skin as he slammed her down his length through huffs of breath increasingly erratic.
She braced herself on his shoulders, droplets of sweat forming on her temples, her leg muscles contracting to move her body up and down. She could feel his opened hands splayed on each of her butt cheeks leaving half moons where his fingers dug in, his thumbs pressing her hip bone down with a pleasurable force that dragged gasps and moans from her in a sweet melody.
"I can't take much longer, luv." He could barely speak between pants and groans.
"Let go, my captain, cum for me." She needn't say anything else in that sweet lulling tone as his chest tightened and he released his warm load inside her, face buried in the crook of her neck.
Elendil hugged her tightly against his chest as if she could vanish if he didn't, slowly coming down from his high.
He groaned in protest when she got up.
"Come, let me clean you up, my captain." He liked the way she said those two words way more than he should.
His fingers interlaced with hers, open hand awaiting him to join her.
Y/n quickly covered herself with the fabric of her tunic and closed the door to guide Elendil up the steps that led to her small abode.
The faucet dripped warm water, heated by the sun on the reservoir above the house, into the wooden tub as y/n turned to the tall man, his features etched by the sun and sea water now more visible in the well lit room. Her hands worked methodically to completely rid him of his clothing. He merely observed her in reverence. He had been so touch starved, so lonely that he wanted to bind this woman, familiar but yet unknown, to his very being.
After all his clothes were on the back of a chair, she then removed hers. Elendil held her elbows, her hands gently brushing his naked chest, her head tilted with tired eyes but a loop sided smile.
And then he kissed her. Not fervently, but slow and adoring. His large hands covered her shoulder blades, smoothed down the warm skin of her back to pull her further to him.
Her own fingers trailed the rough skin of his sides, gently rising and falling over the ridges of his ribs, her nails draged up his back eliciting moans and goosebumps.
Elendil took notice of the color of her eyes, of the way her features changed with a smile or with a moan, he made sure to memorize every line of her lips and the way they tasted. For truth be told, he didn't know if he would ever have her again.
At last y/n guided him to the bath where he sat and she bathed him with a cloth and scented soap. The way she leaned on the edge of the tub, one arm dangling, fingers dipped in the water, the other squeezing the cloth down his arms and chest, that was an image he did not want to ever forget.
"Join me, my lady." Her smile spread wide across her lips and into her eyes at the endearment and she did as he asked, laying between his legs, her back pressed to his chest.
It was his turn now to drag the soaped cloth across her skin, his slippery hands lingered on her breast, squeezing at the soft flesh, his erection returning to poke at her lower back.
She moaned into his touch, encouraging him to venture lower. And Elendil did. One arm wrapped across her ribs, hand caressing one breast, the other traced down her belly, dipped between her legs, fingers threading through her folds in lazy strokes and kisses on the back of her ear.
Y/n gasped as one large finger penetrated her, and then another joined. He held her close, toying with the hardened nipple and relashing in her moans and pants. She joined in her own hands, one squeezing the unattended breast, the other to circle above his disappearing fingers.
"Cum for me, beautiful." His baritone voice sent a wave through her body, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Is that an order, my lord?" She played. He joined yet another finger ripping a delicious moan from her.
"I'll start punishing you for snarking back." His quick pumps and fast circles combined with the reverberation of his voice drove her over the edge with contracting walls and moaning spasms.
Minutes passed, their breaths calmed and the water grew cold. She fetched a couple of linens to wrap around their wet bodies, he held her close while they walked to her bedroom.
The sun was low on the horizon.
"I should go." Elendil caressed her face, kissed her forehead. In truth, he didn't wish to go.
"You can stay the night, after all, it would be polite of me to at least offer a meal to my captain." She bowed her head, a dark grin across her features.
"That's it, now I can't let you get away with it." He span her around, forcing her to bend over the bed, discarding the fabric that covered her and spanked her rear. Not with enough force to hurt but enough momentum to jolt her body forward.
He expected a yelp, a whimper, instead, he got the most obscene mewl, her back arched in a beautiful bow and he thought that surely he must be having an incredible wet dream.
He sheathed himself in her swiftly, another spank and another moan from her. He loved the effect he could have on her and even more the effect she had on him.
Even if he wanted, he could not will himself to stop, stop the snap of his hips against her ass or the hand that kept coming down, getting her skin flushed red. But she did not protest, instead, he felt her walls contracting around him, driving him to madness, milking him into a spasmisc, erratic rythm.
He slumped over her, both spent and panting for the third time that day.
Elendil kissed her nacked back, down the lenght of her spine and than her butt cheek, reddened and almost bruised.
"I'm so sorry, look what I've done." Layed against the mattress, she couldn't care less.
He kept kissing and apologizing.
"At least I'll have something to remember you by until you decide to grace me with your visit in some months." The snarkiness on her, unbelievable, he thought.
"What if I can't stay away?" He whispered against her lower back.
Y/n twisted to face him and pulled him to lay besides her.
"Than, you'll have fresh sheets and a warm bath waiting for you." There was an insecure tone in her voice, something he wasn't use too.
He had missed having someone to sleep close to, the gentle lull of another breathing, the warmth of another body.
Next morning, arriving at the town's square, Isildur and Earean ran to meet him.
"You never sleep out." The smile on his face and the lack of words told enough to Galadriel though.
"I see you've had a restful night." The elf smirked. His two children looked confused between them.
"Like I hadn't had in ages." Elendil replied, content.
Írima and meldo are meant to be quenyan terms of endearment, searched online so, apologies if it isn't correct.
