#dancer line

You were watching the news, wondering why the weatherman was showing it was going to be high degrees in your town again, it was almost Christmas, and there should be snow. You clicked the TV off, sighing with dismay at the lack of snow. It hadn't snowed in your town for over eight years and you missed it, so much. 

You were fourteen the last time it snowed and you remember it as clear as yesterday. You had a snow day from high school, so you met up with some of your closest friends and had snow fights, made snow angels and just played in it for the whole day. That was until your parents had to bribe you inside before you got hyperthermia. 

There were no more snow days after that. When the next winter came and no snow appeared you were distraught; then the next winter and the next, up to now. You and your friends still met up every now and then, some had moved out of the town due to jobs and families. There was only a handful of you now, all of which missed the snow at Christmas time. 

You quickly turned everything off, turning in for the night. You had work in the morning, so you needed your sleep. It was getting harder for you to fall asleep quickly, you put it down to being antsy for the snow; as childish as it sounds. 

You walked into your room, flicking the light on before closing your curtains. You quickly undressed and put on a nightie. You sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes trained on your phone as you flicked through apps. It was your nightly routine before sleeping. 

You were on Twitter when you saw the post. 

'Pray to Jack Frost, the guardian of children's joy; winter.'

You hummed, tugging your lip between your teeth. "It can't hurt to try," you muttered to yourself. You leant over, to where your phone wire was and plugged the phone in charge before walking over to the window. You opened the curtains slightly, looking up at the dark sky, seeing the stars flittering. 

"Jack Frost, I know I'm a twenty-two-year-old woman, but I'm desperate. I haven't felt your touch in so long. I want to feel the joy you gave me all of those years ago. I need you. Please, Jack, I really need you."  

You waited at the window, your eyes dancing all over the street as if looking for a sign that he had heard you. But nothing happened, and you were led to disappointment. You sighed and closed the curtains, tucking yourself into bed before flicking the light off. You laid complete darkness for some time, willing yourself to fall asleep, but like usual your mind was running away with thoughts and stresses.

At some point during the night, you slowly drifted off to sleep, but not for long as you woke up with a start, your eyes wandering around the room. You could feel eyes on you, sharp eyes with intent and that scared you. You scrambled to put your light on and looked around the room.

And there he stood, his presence looming in the corner of your room. You felt the temperature of your room dropping and looked closer at him. It was only then, that you saw the way he had held himself, a leg on your windowsill, his hands grabbing the window frame. His silver eyes were wide with shock, the glassiness making it seem as though he was about to cry. His plump lips were slightly open, where you could see his breath disappear into the air.

You bunched your quilt closer to you, drawing your legs to your chest underneath it. You could feel the coldness seep through the quilt and up your legs. “Y-y-.” You could not speak, not even when he backed away from the window, his eyes still trained on you. “Who?” Was all that came from your mouth. You felt yourself start to shiver, whether it was from being scared or the cold, maybe both were lost on you.

The man stepped forwards until his knees touched the end of the bed, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes crinkled. “You called for me,” he told her, his voice soft and kind, unlike his cold presence.

You let your eyes scan him, not understanding his words at first. The clothes he wore were black with ice patterns across the fabric, his hair was silver and pushed back with his skin slightly paler than normal. “You’re joking with me,” you gasped when you came to the conclusion of who he actually was.

The man shook his head quickly. “I am not joking, I am the one you called for Jack Frost. That it is, at least, what your world knows me by,” he replied. He gently sat on the edge of the bed, tucking his hands between his legs making him look timid. “I heard your call and could not fight against it, you sounded as though you were in pain,” he explained, tilting his head, concern showing in his icy eyes. “Are you…in pain?”

You were gobsmacked. You did it without belief, yet here he was standing in front of you. “It seems so trivial now that you’re actually standing in front of me,” you said with a sheepish smile, your hands lifting to play with a strand of hair.

Jack Frost shook his head once more, soft smiling at you. “Nothing is trivial to me, just the fact that you called upon me was enough,” he assured you. He moved further on to the bed, one hand resting on his thick thigh. “Tell me, why did you call me?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

You gulped at the intensity of his stare. “W-well, I was just reminiscing the snow days I used to have and was wondering why we don’t have snow anymore. Global Warming can’t be affecting it that much to stop it for eight years,” you rambled, not seeing the sadness glaze of his face, his already glassy eyes now threating to cry a tear. “It’s just that I miss the snow much, everyone is so miserable lately and to be quite frank it’s driving me up the wall. I just want the happiness to return so that everyone I smile and wave at will return it to me,” you breathed out.

You glanced up and saw the icy tear that ran over his cheek and gasped. “Oh, -oh, I know you don’t mean to, please believe me when I say I don’t blame you for anything or hate you or-“ You were cut off by a soft laugh and looked at him again to see that there was an unfamiliar twinkle in his eyes.

“I know you don’t hate me,” he replied. “I am not crying because of you. There is something I must admit to you, the reason why it has not snowed, here, or anywhere,” he said.

You moved to sit on your knees, the quilt dropping from your body. The crisp air hardened your nipples against the flimsy fabric of your nighty. You didn’t notice this, too enraptured by him but he did cause him to gulp, his eyes flicking between your face and your chest. “Please, tell me,” you said, leaning forward even more.

He took a deep breath and glanced away from you. “I will briefly tell you who I am before telling you the story, as this is vital knowledge to understand the story I am about to tell you,” he began, looking at the wall opposite the bed. “I am a Guardian. I am a part of a group, our existences are to purely guard and protect those who are good or bad and those who believe and don’t believe. We protect those that need protecting, those that are innocent.”

You nodded your head, your wide eyes expectant. He glanced your way again, his eyes scanning you before he continued.

“There are five of us, North, Tooth Fairy, Bunnymund, Sandman and myself. We were formed by the will of the Man in the Moon.” At this he glanced outside to the bright light in the sky, you followed his gaze, your mouth dropping open at the prospect of someone actually watching over you at night.

“Many years ago, we defeated an evil creature by the name of Pitch Black, his power was fear and he was-is our greatest enemy and, he is also the reason for the lack of snow on my behalf,” he said, biting his lip nervously. He looked at his hands resting on his thighs. “For the last eight years I and the other guardians have been fighting him, but my energy is draining. Not many people believe in me anymore, my myth is fading resulting in my energy draining.”

You felt your eyes welling up at his distressing confession. “You don’t have enough energy to make it snow, because of this Pitch Black,” you surmised and he nodded sadly. You moved closer to him, your handing slipping into his and squeezed it gently. “I wish I could help you, Jack,” you told him.

Jack Frost glanced up at her. “Your world calls me Jack Frost, but you can call me Jimin,” he told you with a smile. “And, there is a way you can help me, but you have to be willing and I would never force you,” he said, his smile dropping and the same intense stare had come back. He hand trailed from yours and up your arm, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake.

You inhaled sharply. “What do I have to do?” You asked, although you already knew his answer, you just wanted a confirmation, so you could truly decide whether to accept.

“I need energy, physical and raw energy and there is no one but you who can give that to me, right here and right now,” he said, licking his bottom lip, his eyes staring down at your own.

“Then I will give that to you,” you replied, leaning closer, your eyes drifting close. You felt his soft lips press against yours and it was nice; it made you feel alive, the coldness of his lips shocking you. You leant into him, pressing your lips firmer against his as your hands snaked behind his neck, grabbing at the fine hairs. You felt his own hands running down your arms and grabbing onto your waist, lifting you until you were straddling his thighs. You whimpered when his hands landed on your thighs, squeezing them. His tongue licked at your bottom lip and you opened, feeling him inside of you.

You felt his hands pushing at the hem of your night, making it rise up your thighs until bunched up at your waist, your lower half now bare and he felt your wetness on the fabric of his trousers. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw until he was kissing your neck, harshly sucking at the tender skin. He pulled away, looking at the darkening bruise. “You are beautiful, physically and spiritually,” he gasped before kissing your neck again.

You mewled out loud, your hips pushing up against his, slowly starting to grind against the growing bulge in his pants. One of his hands left your hips snaking between your legs and you felt his cold fingers press against your bud, rubbing it in small motions. You cried out, your hips grinding against his hand.

“Come for me,” Jimin ordered you, biting your shoulder, urging you to move faster on his hand until you were shouting out, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He pressed your foreheads together. “I’ll make it snow for you baby, anything you want,” he breathed out, his hands fiddling with the zip of his pants. He slipped them off after manoeuvring you to the bed where you lay spread out on your back. He took over his shirt and jacket, throwing them to where he threw his pants and undergarments.

You slipped your nightie of the rest of the way, your hard nipples now on show and he could not resist from leaning over you, pressing his thick cock against your slit, his mouth attaching to your left nipple, sucking on it as though it was his life source. His other hand groped at your other breast, his thumb flicking over the pebbled nipple.

You lurched at the feeling, breathing heavily as you moved your hips against his, urging him to fuck you like you both wanted but he ignored your pleas, instead swapping his mouth to your other nipple, his other hand now trailing down your stomach, tickling you ever so slightly. His hand then disappeared and he leant up so he could see your face. He grabbed his leaking cock, running the head over your slit a few times before sinking into your tight cunt. He bottomed out completely as you both let out a gasp of relief.

You groaned at the feeling of him, clenching your walls around his cock. In return, he growled at your ministrations. “Stop clenching, you’re tight enough already, I’ll end up coming before moving,” he told you. His hands grabbed at your wrists and your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly started moving his hips against yours, his head scraping against your g-spot.

You felt the knot in your stomach build as his speed quickened; the sound of skin slapping skin echoed the room. You didn’t know if it was your blissful mind that was imagining it but the room around you began to glow with a bright light.

“I’m gonna cum,” he panted leaning down to kiss you, his teeth biting at your lower lip. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, one hand letting of your wrist to rub at your clit pushing you over the edge.

You cried out, your cunt clenching around his cock as you came around him. He thrust into you a couple more times before pulling out of you, spilling his seed all over your stomach. He let out a breath from above you, moving to unwrap your legs from his waist.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his adrenaline coursing through him and he began to laugh in a breathy way. “Fuck, I have never felt so alive than I do right now,” he told you, looking over his shoulder at your fucked out state. He moved up the bed, laying on his side to face you. He trailed the back of his forefinger over your cheek and smiled at you. “Thank you,” he said.

You smiled back, but your eyes trailed behind him, gasping in delight. You shot up, foregoing your tired and dirty body and ran to the window, not caring that someone might see your indecency.

“It’s snowing,” you squealed in delight, not taking your eyes off of the flakes that were building up on your windowsill. You jumped when you felt arms circle around your waist. “I told you, I will make it snow for you, Y/N,” Jimin whispered in your ear, kissing just behind your ear.