Bloodsuckers and Monstrous Fuckers: Ch 4!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78816466/chapters/208392701#workskin
The final installment... Smut! Woo! And... mild plot. I 'm so sorry to anyone about to read this. If you know me, no you don't. ¬
“Are you satisfied, little fox?” Thorin asked, voice rough as gravel.
Bilbo nodded, humming contentedly. “As satisfied as I can be, left happy from a night of pleasure and full from a morning of food. As satisfied as I can be, given that any chance of assassinating my target have dispersed into thin air.”
Thorin didn’t laugh this time. He just nodded, using a hand to pull Bilbo to his feet. “Indeed,” he said quietly. “I must state… I am not yet satisfied.”
“No?” Bilbo asked, looking at Thorin as they stood chest to chest.
“No,” Thorin assented, icy pupils sliding down Bilbo’s form slowly. The gaze is seduction
“Well…” Bilbo started, thinking slowly. He gently pushed Thorin away, and, much to his surprise, the king took a step back. “I’ll have to see if I can fix that, don’t I?”
