Based on a prompt from tumblr. Elsa invites Hans to watch her pleasure herself but he thinks he can do better. NSFW.
A late night of catching up on work in his home office was drawing to a close. Hans raised his hands in the air and groaned into a cat-like stretch as his back arched against the plush leather desk chair. Bleary eyed and every so happy to be done with his spreadsheets, Hans shut down his computer and shuffled down the hallway to the bedroom, where he guessed Elsa was already asleep. It was nearly midnight and she hardly ever waited for him past eleven, since she always had to get up early herself the next morning.
Flicking the lights off as he passed each switch, Hans heard a muffled noise echoing down the hallway, and if his ears weren't deceiving him, it sounded an awful lot like his precious wife keening in the throes of passion.
Curious and deeply intrigued, a wicked grin swept across Hans' well sculpted features a he crept closer to the bedroom, knowing all too well what awaited him on the other side of the door, now that her cries were getting louder and more desperate.
Sure enough, the door swung open and there was Elsa, buck naked with her eyes screwed shut and her hand doing the most lascivious things between her legs. Her back arched into the glow of the dimly lit room, blushed nipples peaked with arousal and bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tried to fight the urge to cry out even louder.
"Oh. Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm just going to-"
"Stay," Elsa rapsed, strangled by the shallow gasps for air as the hand continued its circular path.
"Stay?" Hans repeated, russet brow arching with intrigue, stepping inside the room and closed the door behind him. His eyes tried to stay focused on Elsa's angelic face but he could already see how wet she was down below. Her slick core was glistening with that sweet nectar that always made his mouth water.
"Stay," she repeated, voice low and husky like a thick rolling fog. "Stay and watch me finish."
Hans salaciously licked his lips before grinning with delight and taking a seat in their wing chair at the corner of the room, providing a perfect view of the finger now sliding into his wife's soaking sex.
Comfortable, except for the growing erection in his pants, Hans' emerald eyes darkened and narrowed in on Elsa, impossibly breathtaking as her willowy legs parted a little wider for his viewing pleasure. One finger methodically slipped in and out of her opening, occasionally teasing the sodden folds with long, purposeful strokes, while her other hand tended to the swollen nub swelling just above.
Hans' hips bucked ever so slightly, a natural reaction whenever he saw her like this, so vulnerably yet entirely uninhibited. The sexiest thing of all was how she locked eyes with him, crystal blue irises never straying even once from Hans' lustful gaze. Elsa bit her lip harder, pricking the skin, and dragged her hand up to squeeze one of her lusciously full breasts, taking care to pinch and roll the nipple because she loved how it teased the hell out of Hans. She knew he'd want that to be his hand, possessing her. Claiming her. Watching her ravish herself was hot and all but he it was killing him to have to restrain himself to the confines of the chair. He wanted to shuck his pants and finish her off himself but he'd let her warm herself up first.
Hans could tell her climax was nearing because he heard Elsa make her classic string of high-pitched cries, rising to a crescendo as her eyes lidded shut and head whipped back against the pillow; her body unleashing a satisfying, blood-rushing orgasm that had her jerking helplessly into her hand. Hans' pants were now terribly constricting, growing faster by the minute as he listened to Elsa gasp for those sweet breaths of air with a look of pure ecstasy etched in her face.
When she came down from her high, she proudly curled up to sitting, reams of gold-white hair spilling over her back and shoulders, and lightly chuckled. "Enjoy the show, sweetheart?" Her tantalizing voice dripping with gratification.
"That was… nice," sounding liked he'd been entertained but disappointed in a way.
A from tugged at her lips. "Nice?" expecting a little more than that. She'd put on show for him after all.
Hans bellowed a laugh and moved out of the chair, stalking towards the bed like a hunter in the forest. Eyes inky black with hungry desire, making Elsa instantly feel… naked.
"That was nice. But I can make you scream." Elsa wasn't sure if that was a challenge or a threat, but by the way it made her body spark like a lit fuse, flickering with heat and prickling her skin, she was dying to find out.
"Prove it," she husked with a taunting smirk, leaning back onto her elbows and spreading her legs as wide as they would go.
Enlivened by the beautiful blonde's untamed boldness, rivaled only by that of his own, Hans shed his clothes and straddled over Elsa. Her chest heaved in anticipation as he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her further up onto the pillows with a gentle toss.
"Get comfortable, baby. You're about to blow your vocal cords."
Before Elsa could register what he's said, Hans crouched down and buried himself into her core, still hot and dripping from her first orgasm. Firm lips kissed and worshiped the taste of heavenly ambrosia, honey-sweet with a kick of zest that always kept him coming back for more. A flurry of ragged moans was already flying from her throat as Elsa canted steadily into his voracious mouth, where he feasted on her like a prisoner savoring his last meal before his imminent death. His tongue prodded and swirled within her, eliciting tiny cries and throaty whimpers for more as he flicked and suckled her into an enraptured brume.
Elsa wrapped her legs around Hans and rested them on his muscular back, pulling him closer as she threaded her slender fingers into his auburn locks. Mewls and moans bled into an aria of Hans' name, still not a scream but he was well on his way to accomplishing his goal. Blood rushed in from every extremity of her body, pooling and radiating into a euphoric nebula of unparalleled bliss. He watched mirthfully as a dark pink flush scaled the heights of her torso and tickled the pale freckles of her cheeks. Lips deluged in scorching hot crimson wrapped around the melodic syllables of his name, breathy and light as it lofted into the space above them.
Hans… Hans… Ohhhh, Hans…
Excellent, he chuckled to himself. She was exactly where he wanted her, desperate and on the verge of release. But if she thought he was going to finish her off like this -and oh, how he would have loved to- she was dead wrong.
Hans took one last lingering suck of Elsa's clit before releasing it with a lewd pop.
"Roll over, baby. Hands and knees," he said firmly but sweetly and lightly swatted her tight rear as she lifted herself into position. Elsa was panting rapidly, heart racing furiously as she felt Hans' legs creep between her own, nudging hers further out to the side as his hands wrapped around her hips and guided her back to feel just how hard she'd made him.
"You didn't think that was all I had in mind, did you?" Hans smirked and lubed himself up. He was throbbing and painfully engorged, impatient to to sink to the the hilt already.
"N-no!" Elsa cried and felt Hans' glide into her, stretching her gorgeously wide and achingly deep. "Fuck!" Still not the scream he was going for, but it made him beam all the same.
Hans leaned back let his thrusting find a solid rhythm, pulling Elsa back into him as her ass bounced against his hips, unleashing the most unbelievable sounds. He rutted into her a bit more, working her up, hot and sticky as a trail of sweat beaded down the ridges of his masterfully toned abs. The pleasure was almost intolerable for Elsa, so overwhelming that she closed her eyes and let her mouth hang open to sing for him, interweaving sharp gasps and guttural cries of pure elation. He filled her so beautifully and, in this position, was able to go nice and deep, hitting all the right spots and controlling the pace with his hands planted on her hips. She was wailing and thoroughly wrecked beneath him, ripe and ready for the picking.
Hans draped himself over Elsa's back and kissed the slope of her porcelain neck, opened mouth and searing hot. A nip to the angle where her neck met her shoulder brought out the most wonderful yelp. Greedy hand robed the tapered plane of her stomach and, trembling under his touch as he came caresses her breasts. Her skin electrified at the feel of his skilled hands dragging over her sensitive nipples, his name spilling from his lips like plea for mercy.
"You were great, baby girl. But it's time you really got off." Hans placed one last smoldering kiss to the back of her ear, lowered her hand, and began to worry that tender little bud hidden between her moist lips.
"Mmmm, yeah. So wet baby," he whispered into her ear. The sound of his voice made her clenched tight around him. He was so strong and powerful, controlling the very pleasure she yearned to be unleashed upon her. She loved it when he was like this, unabashed and mischieviously naughty.
Hans hurried his thrusts, about ready to explode himself, driving himself harder and faster into her as Elsa braced one hand flat against the headboard. All at once, every tingle of pleasure in her body pulled tight like a rip cord, coiling and building with such enormous strength, before it burst out in every direction, erupting into dazzling undulations and the most primal scream ripped from Elsa's throat.
"HAAAAAANS! AAAAAAHHHH! HAAAANS!"
Her back violently arched, letting the pleasure roll over her like an endless tide relentlessly pounding against the shore.
Thoroughly pleased with himself, Hans let out a deep, throaty groan that reverberated off the ceiling, and released into his wilting wife. Sated and completely fucked out, they both collapsed on the bed, laying side-by-side, fighting to catch their breath.
"I told you I could make you scream," Hans gloated playfully. Elsa let her head fall to meet his eyes glinting with triumph.
"You were right," she admitted, hand lazily resting on her chest as her heart pounded just below. "No one can ever make me scream like you do." Elsa rolled Hans onto his back and swung her leg over to sit on his hips. Her smiled grew dark, eyes pooling with a want that made his brows quirk in surprise. "Do it again."
If you're looking for more Helsa besides this, I also have a canon multichapter fic called Betrothal that's currently in progress but updates regularly.