Disneyworks smut

wicked games-jelsa

The throne wasn't anything special; its wood was ornately-carved and varnished, and its slightly narrow seat and its excessively tall, upright headboard made it quite the uncomfortable, if not even awkward, chair. Elsa herself did not particularly like the piece of furniture; it condemned whoever sat there to sit with a straight back for hours, and even if there was room in the seat for one to shift into comfortable positions, its hard wood guaranteed the soreness of one's behind after a day's work. So when Jack had suggested they do something different tonight, she did not expect to end up in the wide, open area of her throne-room in the middle of the night. Or her straddling him as he sat on her throne, bodies pressed flush against each other and tongues engaged in a heated battle with each other.

He had donned his blue hoodie off and one of his hands that held her thighs firmly in place had started moving up under her nightgown, roaming the expanse of her back and pressing her further onto his hard, toned chest. Her hands were on his neck as she kissed him fervently, indulging him and going with whatever he wanted from her when he brought them into her throne room. There was a storm brewing outside the castle and though the moonlight had dimmed inside the throne room, it was still bright enough for one to recognize forms quite clearly. She could barely distinguish the sound of thunder from the beating of her own heart and she did not care; the perks of winter finally settling on Arendelle.

Her hand on his neck came to life and started traveling down the flat planes of his chest and stomach. Her slim fingers revelled on the firmness of the taut muscles on his stomach, reminding her of the strength he was capable of. Reminding her of the man he was when he was with her now. As if he was reading her mind, the grip of his hand on the back of her thigh pulled her hips down, causing her to whimper into his mouth when her core met the bulge between his legs. Her fingers continued their trek downwards, feeling and groping the heat on his skin, when she finally reached the protruding tent on his trousers. It was his turn to moan into the kiss when she stroked him through the fabric. A flash of boldness overtook her and she, finding the tip of his member, gently pressed her palm against it, rolling her fingers and thumb on it as she ground her hips against the base.

He growled against her mouth, and when she repeated her ministrations, he broke the kiss, his head rolling back onto the headboard, eyes shut tight, breath shallow and hips thrusting upwards towards her center. She had bit her lip, blushing furiously, hesitating for a moment before timidly biting and sucking on his exposed neck. "Elsa…" His sigh was labored and his voice was low. A thin string of saliva from the mark on his neck to her lips formed as she drew away. She eyed the bite she made on him and the thin crackle of frost that formed around it. She had never left a mark on him before. She was brought out of her staring when his eyes opened and his head shifted to face her, breathing heavily and his expression dark and almost pained.

His lips sought hers again, his hand finding her platinum locks. She sighed into the kiss, feeling warmth pool into her heart; there was nothing like feeling his long fingers raking through her hair as he kissed her, keeping her securely in place but not being rough about it. The hand on her hair slowly trailed down the front her neck as his tongue ran down her lower lip. Her hands found his chest once more when she parted her lips in permission and their kissing intensified. She felt frost form where his fingers pressed against her neck before it trailed down her chest and tugged down her nightgown. He broke the kiss, eyes hooded and started a trail of fiery, open-mouthed kisses down the same trek his fingers made on her neck. She craned her neck, moaning when he had successfully pulled her nightgown down far enough to expose her breasts into the cool air. His teeth latched on where her neck and shoulder met while his hand cupped the swell of one of her breasts and squeezed, his thumb pressing down on her nipple and pleasure shooting into different parts of her body.

She had almost let out a whine in her confusion when he pulled away, hands and mouth, only to gasp when he pulled her slip of a nightgown completely off her, and tossed it onto the floor where his hoodie was. The abrupt exposure of her skin to the cold sent a shiver through her and she made to cover herself when she realized that she was now only in her panties. He chuckled, nipping at her neck and taking her hands away from her chest. She blushed furiously when he had not released her wrists and his mouth had started once more on that happy trail down her neck. With only his hands to support her, she anticipated the inevitable, biting her lip to keep from moaning.