Elsa x Fem Reader One shots (Requests Closed)

3. Invitation

You were in bed reading at your girlfriend Elsa's house, while she was doing her homework on the desk across the room. 

"I hate math," Elsa growls.

"Need any help," you ask, flipping a page in your book.

"No," Elsa says. You shrug and continue reading. She looked really frustrated, so you got her a Coke. 

"Thanks Y/N," Elsa sighs, but she didn't drink it. 

A few minutes you hear Elsa mutter, "Fuck me." She had knocked over the Coke and was wiping the floor with a tissue. 

You slide out of bed. Elsa looks up and sees you walking towards her with a suggestive smirk. 

"That was not an invitation Y/N," Elsa says firmly. You keep walking towards her and she backs up until she hits the desk.

"I'm serious," Elsa warns, but her voice wavers. You take the Coke away from her hand and take a sip, your eyes never leaving Elsa's blue ones. You put your arms behind Elsa on the desk, effectively trapping her.

Elsa's breath hitches as you lean in and you lips form a sexy smile. As you stare into her blue eyes, she blushes. You kiss her sweetly and she hums. Your lips lightly brush her neck and Elsa moves her head to give you more space.

You pull away and your teeth graze her earlobe, "If you don't like the Coke I'll get you a Pepsi." 

You take the bottle off of the desk and walk out of the room. Elsa watches you, stunned. 

"Y/N!" She exclaims indignantly. She runs down the stairs after you, and you smile. 

"Y/N, I'll get you for that," Elsa shouts after you. You laugh, running into the kitchen. Elsa runs in and you turn around.

"You wanted a Pepsi, babe?" you smirk, a bottle in your hand.

"That's not funny," Elsa complains, crossing her arms across her chest. 

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," you say still smiling. You walk up to her and wrap your arms around her waist. You kiss her deeply, tilting her head up. Though still mad, Elsa kisses you back.

"Can you forgive me," you murmur against her lips. 

"No," Elsa pouts.

"You sure?" You kiss her sweet spot behind her ear and she gasps.

"No," she mutters.

You smirk, "Do I get an invitation now?"

"Yes," Elsa whispers.

"I'll make it up to you," you promise, kissing along her jaw.

"You'd better," Elsa says as you kiss down her neck. 

You lead Elsa back to her room, finishing what you had started.