#hobbitsmut

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Pairing(s): Fili x OC Amara, Kili x OC Amara

Rating: Mature

May be quite spicy 🌶️ for someone AO3 hasn't ruined.

(Couldn't be me honestly. I'm (not) sorry mother).

Warnings: Good ol' Fingerbangin 👉🏻💥 , Voyeurism?

I am not liable for the burning of any minors'

eyes, they have been warned.

Word count: 2319

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Zirizkhîê:  My Gold One

Berzêl:  Sun of all suns (gold)

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Author’s note:

I’m a world/character builder, because I have a very overactive imagination. I see the world clear as day in these words, so if you are not like-minded, I am so sorry if my fics are boring to you! 🙏🏻 Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Snow fell in slow, deliberate strokes, painting the earth in white. The only sound—besides the steady crackle of the fire—was the faint sizzle of each flake meeting the flames. A whisper against the silence that wrapped around Thorin Oakinshield’s company.

They had walked for miles that day, searching for a cave to shelter in for the night. No such luck. The mountain paths had been merciless, the wind sharp as a blade, and now, exhaustion weighed heavy on every step.

Amara shivered, tugging the edges of her blanket tighter around herself.

She envied the dwarves — the cold did not seep into their bones the way it did with her. It seemed as though they barely even noticed the cold, while she felt it everywhere—gnawing at her fingers, curling into the hollow of her chest, sinking deep into her bones like a second skeleton. Too small to keep in her own warmth, too thin to fight it off, she could do nothing but shiver and curse whatever cruel fate had made her this way.

A voice behind her made her jump.

“Mari, are you cold?”

She turned, her stiff limbs protesting the movement, and locked eyes with Kili. His brows were pulled together, his expression tinged with concern.

"Just a tad," she admitted, forcing a smile. "I'll be fine, though. Don't worry about me-" Her body betrayed her before she could even finish. A violent shiver racked her frame, shaking her down to her bones.

Kili huffed out an amused breath, his smirk sharp despite the warmth in his gaze. "Yeah. That's convincing."

Before she could protest, he grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.

"Kili!" she whined. "I was finally warm, and now you've gone and ruined it!"

"You'll be plenty warm over here." His grip remained firm as he pulled her away from the fire, ignoring her disgruntled muttering.

They wove through the camp, stepping over bedrolls, past their sleeping companions-all tucked snugly in their blanket like little burritos, looking much warmer than she felt.

Beneath the gnarled arms of an ancient oak, on the far edge of the camp, Fili lay curled in his bedroll, his back turned toward them.

Kili nudged him with his foot. “Fee, move over.”

Fili groaned into his blanket. “It’s too cold to move.”

"Well, you have to." Kili nudged him again, harder this time. "Mari's going to freeze to death if you don't."

That got his attention. Fili sat up immediately, blinking blearily at the two of them. “What?”

“Mari’s sleeping with us tonight.” Kili’s tone left no room for argument as he nudged her forward. Mari was simply too cold to complain — She felt as though her hands were about to fall off.

Fili barely hesitated before scooting over, making room between them. Amara slipped beneath the covers, shifting awkwardly as she felt Kili settle behind her.

Immediately she could feel the smoldering heat radiating from their bodies, causing her shivers to come back full force.

“Kee, give her more blankets,” Fili muttered, already pulling the covers up to her shoulders. He frowned as he took in the way she was still curled in on herself, brows drawn tight.

“This is so embarrassing,” she thought miserably, as the two princes fussed over her.

And then—Fili took her hands in his, rubbing them gently before bringing them to his lips, breathing warm air over her icy fingers.

She hunched her shoulders up to her ears as a shiver racked her body, causing her back to come in contact with a very warm front.

A moment later, Kili slung an arm over her waist, tugging her fully against his chest. “This okay?” His breath brushed against the shell of her ear, sending warmth curling low in her stomach. “We’ll stay warmer if we’re close.”

She swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Fili, still cradling her hands, shifted closer as well, sandwiching her between the two princes. The heat between them was intoxicating, pressing in from all sides, melting her frozen body inch by inch.

Slowly but surely, her shivering began to subside, and her eyelids grew heavy.

A gentle touch brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her lashes fluttered open, meeting Fili’s piercing blue gaze.

“Are you warm enough?” He murmured.

She barely had time to nod before Kili’s fingers started tracing idle patterns against her waist. “I know some other ways to warm you up, if you’re still cold…” he said cheekily, before letting out a squawk as Fili’s hand collided with his forehead.

“Ignore him, Mari,” Fili said, his tone almost fond. “He’s an idiot.”

She swallowed, but her mind had already run wild with the suggestion, leaving her face flushed. She suddenly became very aware of the two bodies pressed against both sides of her thin body.

Fili’s gaze flicked between her and his brother, reading her expression far too easily. His lips curled, slow and knowing. “Unless… that thought is of interest to you?”

“Heat coiled low in her stomach, spreading like wildfire beneath her skin.

She wet her lips. “It is quite cold.”

Kili’s breath ghosted over her neck, sending another shiver through her. “Indeed it is.”

Fili hummed, his fingers trailing lightly along her jaw before tilting her chin up, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.

“And what would you like us to do about that?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his face so close to hers that their breaths mingled, the warmth of him intoxicating.

Her heart pounded, thundering against her ribs so loud she was sure they could hear it. But instead of answering, she closed the distance, her lips brushing softly against Fili’s.

He met her halfway, deepening the kiss, his hand tightening in her hair as his lips moved over hers—gentle, testing, before turning hungry.

Then—another mouth.

Kili’s lips found the delicate skin of her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the column of her neck before finding that one sensitive spot and biting down.

Amara tore her lips from Fili’s as she let out a strangled gasp. “Kili…” she moaned. “Wait— don’t—“ she was cut off by her own whine that quickly turned into a breathy moan.

She heard a curse in Khuzdul as Kili now viciously attacked that spot, causing sweet noises to tumble from her lips.

“You sing so pretty Zirizkhîê…” Fili said, before his lips met hers once more.

Kili’s hand then slipped beneath the blankets, warm fingers skimming up her stomach—hesitant, teasing, as if waiting for permission.

When she didn’t protest, said hand slowly crawled its way to her chest.

“Tell me to stop at any time, Amara.” He whispered before gently cupping her breast, quickly finding her perked nipple and running his thumb over it.

She gasped, back arching, but the sound was swallowed by Fili, whose tongue now swept against hers in a battle she was all too willing to lose.

She felt as if he were devouring her.

The chill of his mustache beads rested against her cheeks as she fisted her hands tightly in his tunic.

Kili’s touch was unrelenting, his lips and hands leaving undeniable proof of his attention as he shifted to her other breast. Each brush of his fingers, each teasing graze of his mouth, sent shudders rippling through her. She couldn’t contain the soft whimpers and gasps that spilled from her lips—her body was ablaze, burning from the inside out.

“She’s so sensitive Fee…” Kili whispered behind her. Fili hummed in agreement.

A warm hand glided down her side, slow and deliberate, before pausing at the waistband of her pants—a silent question lingering in the air.

Fili eased away from their almost overwhelming kiss, leaving them both breathless in the charged silence. Their eyes locked—his gaze steady and intent—before his hand began a slow, deliberate descent beneath the hem of her pants, seeking the soft, milky skin hidden beneath.

Her breath hitched — the realization of its path sent a flush through her.

Though, almost as soon as it began, it faltered. His hand settled on her abdomen, positioned just above her core.

“Fili…” she murmured, her voice trembling with need—a soft plea that only deepened the knowing curve of his smile.

“Please…” Her whisper, barely audible yet charged with longing, hung in the air between them.

“Anything for our Berzêl,” he murmured playfully, his words a promise as his thumb traced the curve of her hidden pearl. Her back arched in response, and a raw, unbidden cry escaped her lips—barely hushed in time by Kili’s quick hand.

“Hush now, little dove… we don’t want the others to hear.” He whispered in a way, that suggested he wouldn’t be very opposed to being caught… Amara barely resisted rolling her eyes. Little freak.

They were far enough away that her soft moans and the rustle of the sheets went unnoticed. Dwalin and Balin, with their backs turned and minds elsewhere, remained unaware of what was unfolding under the covers—too absorbed in their own conversation to notice.

Fili continued to circle his thumb with deliberate precision, drawing soft, appreciative moans from her. Kili tightened his hold on her mouth, gently stifling the sounds of pleasure.

“I think she needs more, Fee…” Kili teased with a sly smile.

“I think you’re right,” Fili replied, his grin matching Kili’s playful glimmer.

Kili then shifted onto his elbow, his hand still covering her mouth, gently pressing her shoulders flat against the bedroll. In that moment, both brothers had an unobstructed view as she tossed her head back in pure, unbridled pleasure.

Amara’s back arched further, every muscle trembling with anticipation as a thick finger began its slow, steady journey deep into her desire.

A low, almost imperceptible curse escaped Fili as he began to pump his finger in a steady rhythm. In a husky whisper meant only for them, he murmured, “She’s practically dripping, Kee.”

They both watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, her heavy breathing quieting the soft moans escaping her. One hand clutched the hand Kili had placed over her mouth, while her other hand gripped his wrist firmly.

Fili slipped a second finger inside her, searching for that secret spot hidden deep within. He knew he’d found it when Amara’s head tipped back with a drawn our moan, and her hips pressed eagerly into his hand. With that quiet confirmation, he quickened his pace, savoring the soft, wet squelch that spoke of her pleasure.

Fili reached down to adjust his arousal, straining against his pants. The sight of her and the soft murmur of her moans nearly pushed him over the edge. A glance at Kili revealed that his own control was just as weak.

Kili watched her with fierce hunger, his eyes dilated until only a thin band of honey-brown remained. Fili suspected his own gaze held the same intensity.

Sliding a third finger inside her, the brothers watched her pleasure build.

Her legs began to tremble as she neared her climax, her hips now matching his steady rhythm. Her eyes grew hazy with desire while her hands clung to Kili’s for support.

“Are you going to cum, Zirizkhîê?” Kili murmured near her ear. She nodded in agreement, her soft moans rising in octaves beneath his hand—a clear sign of her pleasure.

Kili shifted once more, letting his thumb trace along her perked nipple and deliver a firm pinch that sent Amara’s hips arching upward—pressing her into Fili’s hand, which continued its steady, rhythmic motion inside her.

She let out a broken sob beneath Kili’s hand, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure wracking her entire body.

“Come for us, Amara. You can do it,” Fili murmured, drawing close so his warm breath grazed her skin. His soft encouragement was like a whispered invitation, coaxing her deeper into bliss. In response, she squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered to the rising tide of pleasure, letting herself soar until she reached her peak.

Kili inhaled deeply as she released an exquisitely sultry moan—a sound he knew would echo through his thoughts until dawn.

Fili maintained a steady rhythm with his fingers, gently stroking her trembling walls until he felt her tension slowly melt away. Then, with a tender motion, he withdrew his touch, watching as her body softened and deflated with a long, drawn-out sigh.

As she slowly opened her eyes, they met Kili’s soft, smiling gaze. “Good?” he whispered, his hand gently caressing her stomach in soothing circles.

Amara continued trembling, her mind still lost in the afterglow. Too overwhelmed to speak, she reached for him—her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled him close into the warmth of her embrace.

Kili rested his head on her right breast and playfully nipped it. Amara responded with a tender laugh, gently tapping him on the back of his head.

Fili settled on her left side, drawing close enough so that his body pressed against hers, his hand resting softly on her stomach.

Suddenly, a thought flickered through her mind. “Fili, Kili? You two didn’t—” She stopped as Fili shook his head. “Tonight was about you,” He murmured.

“Now that’s just not fair,” she whispered with a frown tugging at her features—a soft exclamation that drew a gentle laugh from him.

“Oh, trust me, darling… watching you tonight was more than enough for both of us,” Kili replied. “That last moan of yours will fuel my fire for days…” She watched him, his eyes sparkling with a playful smirk as he recalled every sound she had made.

“Are you warm enough now?” Fili cut in.

“I think we’re all plenty warm,” Amara replied, her pale freckled cheeks blooming with a shy blush.