This was just a small PWP I released on tumblr. It's the first time I've ever done anything like this, but it was pretty well-received, so I thought I'd share it here :)

first published: september 06, 2015
published here: september 10, 2015

Anna's small whimpers filled the thick air as her short fingernails scratched at Kristoff's back. His breath was haggard and primal as he lowered his lips to her throat, kissing her pulse and eliciting a deep moan. Their hips met again and again, and Kristoff grinned triumphantly against the flesh of her collarbone.

"Ugh," she hissed, holding his head still as his teeth grazed along the tender skin of her breast. His tongue flicked out, teasing the small bud of her nipple, and Anna all but sobbed at the sensation.

Taking a deep breath, Kristoff slowly pulled himself from her. Anna gave a choked cry, lifting her hips to follow him. He grinned at the wanton display; only for him. Only he would ever be allowed to see her in such a state. Kissing her passionately on the lips in an attempt to subdue her for a moment, he moved his face to whisper into her ear, "What were we arguing about again?" Anna groaned again, but it was borne from irritation rather than the lust-driven one she emitted earlier.

"Fu-" He silenced her with a well-timed kiss, breaking away only after he was sure he had swallowed the swear. Entering her again with a sigh, he whispered into her cheek, "Do you remember what we were arguing about?"

She actually growled at this, and before he knew it, she had flipped the both of them. Her green eyes shone with an emotion she would almost never vocalise before they rolled back and she shut the lids. With her moving her hips against his, it was Kristoff's turn to groan breathlessly at the sensation of her wrapped around him. She sat up, and for a completely different reason, Kristoff found his breath taken away.

"Gods, Anna," he whispered. She gave him a sly grin as he grabbed her hips; her hands moved to cover his and she rolled her body again, getting faster and fiercer; taking him in deeper and deeper. "You're so sexy."

She faltered at his words with a choke, and Kristoff took advantage of her second of hesitation to flip them around again. Her cries were silenced as he kissed her forcefully, and neither could think beyond the warmth that was spreading from the place they were connected. Anna broke her lips away with a cry as Kristoff gave a particularly forceful thrust; he followed her, wanting to hold as much of her as possible at the moment of release. He could feel her on the edge, but it wasn't enough as he felt his own end coming. Trailing a hand down their interconnected bodies, Kristoff took note of the way she shuddered when his thumb grazed over her nipple and down her stomach. When his light fingers reached that sensitive bundle of nerves, it took only a few touches and husky gasp of her name to push her over the edge. Her walls tightened around him as she cried out, her voice swallowed by his lips. Her hips kept moving under his, encouraging him to follow.

It was Anna's turn to mute him as she forced her lips over his, riding out the tremors. Rolling off her, still connected, Kristoff kept his lips to her skin as he kissed away the sweat that had gathered around her face, while Anna let her hands run languidly over his chest.

"I hate you," she said after several heavy breaths. Kristoff laughed lightly, trailing his fingers up her body, avoiding her breasts—she had made it perfectly clear before that she was too sensitive afterwards for him to touch her again (a pity, in his eyes).

"You love me," he replied, kissing her ear. Anna rolled her eyes, but Kristoff could see the small smile pulling at her lips. Leaning closer, he kissed her delicately, pulling away just enough to murmur one more time.

"I love you, Anna…"