Kristanna Smut Archive

Rating: M Words: 2545 Pairing: Kristanna

Notes: Kristanna Smut Week 2020! Day 3: Turnabout is Fair Play // Mutual Masturbation.

Enjoy!

(that title doesn’t super make sense for the story but it’s the prompt for today so whatever)

RATED MA

So you all remember how in Flatmates I sent Elsa to Japan to get her out of the way? Let’s say Anna went to visit her, round about chapter 8 or 9 because that’s my favourite part of the story. Let’s say that.

Then let’s say this happened

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney) Characters: Kristoff (Disney), Anna (Disney) Additional Tags: Wedding Fluff, Wedding Night, Fluff, First Time, Canon Compliant, Post-Frozen 2 (2019) Summary:

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing; it wasn’t too hot or too cold. Everyone in all of Arendelle was there. That day (like every day), Anna was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, perhaps even the world. And Kristoff – well, he’d bathed, and he didn’t smell like reindeer.

At least he didn’t think he did.

But all of this – the wedding, the reception – was only the prelude.

“Four instances in the advancement of the sexual education of the Princess of Arendelle, sometimes student and sometimes teacher.”

Canonverse, rated E.

Guys, this is probably the smuttiest smut I have ever written for any fandom ever. NSFW under the cut. Enjoy! Cross posted to AO3 and fan fiction dot net!

turnabout is fair play (continuation of day 2 👀)

by: me!

Three days.

Anna had counted. Three days for her to fall in love with Kristoff. Three days to give every cell of her heart over to him. Not the foolish naive love she had coloured her life with before their mating. No, those colours seemed dull and sad looking back now.

Anna muses on these thoughts as she sprawls in bed, eyes lazily studying the maps of stars painted onto the walls and ceiling of their chamber. She hadn’t seen this on the night of the Taking. She’d been too distracted by him to pay attention to anything around her. The canopy was still down, drawn around their pile of wools and pillows and cushions, but the candlelight shone through the thin material and the stars, each represented by a small moonstone, were out every night.

Legs splayed, she idly circles a finger around her nub, waiting for Kristoff to come back from hunting. She was so warm, so comfortable and, she might as well admit it, lazy.

They had bathed together in the hot springs further into the Mountain this morning and she had gone with him to find the nearest berries and mushrooms and herbs for their meals. They rambled through the forest together, and she had never felt cold once.

Anna had asked him about it a little over a month ago when they were first mated. He took her wrist and pulled her closer, turning it over to softly blow on the sensitive skin there.

It glowed.

Anna gaped and snatched her hand back for a closer look, but the soft light faded.

Kristoff had laughed, deep and carefree, and explained that they warmed each other through the bond. The further away they were, the colder.

“Try it.” He said, angling his head to the side and exposing his neck.

Anna tiptoed, even as he bent towards her, and blew on his skin. Her eyes widened in delight when, indeed, his skin glowed.

And then he growled, grabbed her around the waist and had her against a tree.

In the month they were mated, woman and beast, they learned everything they needed to know about each other. He was born in the Mountain, the strongest of his mother’s litter and future protector of the family. He was a couple of years older than her even though she knew there was something ancient that beat within him, something as old as Nature itself.

She learnt he was protective and strong, stoic but vulnerable. That he loved walking around without a stitch on and often had her do the same if they were alone.

His mother, broad shouldered Bulda with the kindest face she had only ever seen replicated in her son, had brought her dresses and wools and cottons - no skins or furs - and stones and gems. She brought her barley and wheat and smoked meats. And plenty of hugs.

Anna smiles at the memory of Kristoff’s red face and soft smile at the automatic love between her and his mother.

And she maintains the first thing she ever said to him: that this wasn’t what she was expecting. She didn’t expect to want him. Constantly. She didn’t expect to wake up wet and hot and totally in need of his touch.

She widens her legs, pulling her knees closer to her body and quickening her fingers. And when she opens her eyes, he’s leaning against the entrance of their chamber watching her.

Rating: E Ship: Kristoff/Anna Word Count: 5062

Tags: Smut, Fluff, KristAnna, Wedding Night Smut

Thought I would post it for smut week even though it’s unfinished.

Hope you all like it :)