Disney - Loser
Title: Cold As Vice
Fandom: Disney - Frozen
Prompt: Loser
Pairing: Elsa/Hans
Words: 404
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Spanking, bondage, masturbation, BDSM
Hans’ hands ball into fists, tugging at the chains around his wrists that he already knows won’t give.
It’s all for show, anyway. He doesn’t want to get away, and Elsa knows that.
She’s so cold. In the way she looks at him, eyes narrowed and unimpressed. In the way she handles him, as if he’s nothing but an inconvenience. And in the way her body chills him, icy against his bare skin. And that’s the worst, that he can be so damn hard, cock aching where it’s angled down between her thighs, but the lower temperature that radiates from her keeps him caught on the edge. Like a cold shower, ebbing his hormones, but at the same time her touch is feeding them, and the confused signals leave his body disorientated, leave him light-headed and gasping.
She takes him over her lap, breeches pulled down his thighs, and he curses and snarls at her, tries to cajole her with pretty words, but never makes any attempt to actually stop her. He knows that if he did, she’d simply walk away, she has done before. Leaving him wanting, and that’s the beauty of it, he supposes, that he’s forced to be honest in his desires, that it’s laid bare between them how badly he craves this.
Craves the punishment, but also attention, and her hand lands over his ass with ringing slap after slap. The coldness of her palm is just another kind of sting, soothing heated skin but making each blow sharper at the same time. Spanking him until he can’t hold back the weaker noises anymore, until he’s leaking against her dress, writhing and desperate.
Sometimes he’ll come across her lap, and she’ll fix him with a level and emotionless stare that should leave him shamed and humbled, but instead only makes him want to come again, too soon to be a reality but still strong enough to make him shudder. Sometimes she’ll tumble him from her lap, and he’ll glare at her, frantically stroking himself as she crosses her arms and watches in stony silence.
She is a statue made of ice, she does not fall for his artful wiles, and it makes lust curl through his body to be dominated so completely. He has lost, and she makes him remember that every day, and Hans does not think himself capable of love but Elsa, at least, has commandeered his respect.
Fandom: Disney - Frozen
Prompt: Loser
Pairing: Elsa/Hans
Words: 404
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Spanking, bondage, masturbation, BDSM
Hans’ hands ball into fists, tugging at the chains around his wrists that he already knows won’t give.
It’s all for show, anyway. He doesn’t want to get away, and Elsa knows that.
She’s so cold. In the way she looks at him, eyes narrowed and unimpressed. In the way she handles him, as if he’s nothing but an inconvenience. And in the way her body chills him, icy against his bare skin. And that’s the worst, that he can be so damn hard, cock aching where it’s angled down between her thighs, but the lower temperature that radiates from her keeps him caught on the edge. Like a cold shower, ebbing his hormones, but at the same time her touch is feeding them, and the confused signals leave his body disorientated, leave him light-headed and gasping.
She takes him over her lap, breeches pulled down his thighs, and he curses and snarls at her, tries to cajole her with pretty words, but never makes any attempt to actually stop her. He knows that if he did, she’d simply walk away, she has done before. Leaving him wanting, and that’s the beauty of it, he supposes, that he’s forced to be honest in his desires, that it’s laid bare between them how badly he craves this.
Craves the punishment, but also attention, and her hand lands over his ass with ringing slap after slap. The coldness of her palm is just another kind of sting, soothing heated skin but making each blow sharper at the same time. Spanking him until he can’t hold back the weaker noises anymore, until he’s leaking against her dress, writhing and desperate.
Sometimes he’ll come across her lap, and she’ll fix him with a level and emotionless stare that should leave him shamed and humbled, but instead only makes him want to come again, too soon to be a reality but still strong enough to make him shudder. Sometimes she’ll tumble him from her lap, and he’ll glare at her, frantically stroking himself as she crosses her arms and watches in stony silence.
She is a statue made of ice, she does not fall for his artful wiles, and it makes lust curl through his body to be dominated so completely. He has lost, and she makes him remember that every day, and Hans does not think himself capable of love but Elsa, at least, has commandeered his respect.