frank castle loves to watch you sleep…amongst other things.
tw: somnophilia, smut, not proofread blurb, frank being a menace
authors notes: idk man i wrote this in under 30 minutes in my notes app sitting next to my bf 😬
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
you’re still knocked out asleep, damn near snoring, when frank’s large, calloused hand wraps around your waist from behind.
it’s your off day, so there’s no rush to get you up and at ‘em. but with the growing sensation in his pants he has no intention to leave you to your beauty sleep either. he uses barely any strength at all to pull you closer to him, arm outstretched gently laying your head on his bicep. he pulls you until your feet are tangled with his and he’s sure he can feel your slow heartbeat through his chest.
you’re still asleep when he decides to not let your deep slumber go to waste, his other hand slowly rubbing from your knees all the way to your waist.
you’re still asleep when he can’t help himself but squeeze harder than he should at the natural curve that divides your hip and rib cage. your soft skin is like a sirens call to his body, pulling him deeper and deeper, warmer and warmer.
it’s not until he winds up to your abdomen, rough hand gripping onto your soft tit, fingers wrapping around your nipple and squeezing, hard, that you actually wake up.
you immediately let out a whine, eyes still closed but eyebrows furrowed.
“sshhhhh. shhh, i know, pretty girl. i know.”
the sweet, sweet words leaving his mouth in such a mocking and mean tone has your head spinning before you can even realize what’s happening.
you’re not a good morning person, not so much as grumpy, just confused. usually waking up very disoriented and needing at least 10 minutes to stare at the wall to remember who and what you are.
frank loves to use that to his advantage.
you let out another whimper when he gives your nippled a squeeze and twist.
“frank” you whine so well, he thinks.
“sshhh, don’t wake up, pretty. it’s your day off.” he kisses your cheek, then you feel the tickle of his beard as he traces them down your neck and onto your bare shoulder.
frank laughs, ignoring your request and lets his hand slowly travel down your stomach until he feels the waistband of his your sleep boxers.
your eyes are still closed and your breathing is still relaxed for the most part. your brain might still be catching up, but your body is awake. he’s sure of it when he dips under the band and slides past your mound, fingers finding your clit and quickly enveloped in the wet, warmth of you. he glides his wrist over the budding nerve there and feels your hips thrash. it only drives him to move quicker. your ass slides across his aching cock, not realizing your making it worse for yourself by the second.
you start to awaken more and try your hardest to move. but frank has you in his grip, tight. you realize there’s no hope for you, pinned between his flat hand on your forehead and his armpit, legs trapped between both his meaty thighs.
“oh, i don’t think i can pretty. not now that i know how wet you are for me.”
his fingers dive deeper, parting your slippery folds and finding your entrance. he tries to hold off as long as he can, wanting to get you more hot and bothered for him. but the moment he feels you tighten around nothing, before he has the chance to even enter you, he’s a goner.
you let out a sound you’d be so ashamed to hear played back to you, but you cant find it in you to care when frank’s thick fingers are pumping into you at such a sweet steady pace. it’s not slow but it’s not fast either, almost like he’s matching your breathing.
“that’s right baby, it’s just me. it’s just frankie. you’re so beautiful lying next to me, all soft and quiet. was gonna let you sleep in, promise baby. but those sounds you started making in your sleep. a man’s only so strong, pretty.”
his fingers never speed up. no matter how much your thrash, no matter how hard you push against the bulge digging into your ass. he keeps the same aching speed, pumping in and out, curling his fingers every few strokes to hit that special spot.
you let out a whimper when he suddenly pulls them out and returns his attention back to your clit, your arousal leaking out after him. he uses the wetnesses to his advantage and rubs it back and forth until your crying out for him.
“i know, sleepy, i know. just need one, pretty girl. just give me one and i’ll let you get back to your beauty rest, i promise. can you do that for me? can you be a good girl for frankie?”
you’re really not sure how you or anyone is supposed to deny him anything when he talks so sweetly like that. but you also have no doubt in the world, that you’re the only one who’s ever had him this way.
“yes, yes please frankie. oh my god, please.”
“yeah? yeah, that’s it pretty. let me have it.”
he’s upgraded to using his whole hand to rub at you now, the heavy weight of four of his fingers on your clit driving you crazy. the heat of the moment seems to be getting to him, as he’s fully rocking against you, hard cock sliding up and down your back side, trying his hardest to ease the ache.
all of a sudden his fingers plunge back inside your waiting hole. he gets a few pumps in, fingers curling hitting that special spot once again before your seeing stars curling up so hard he has to fight to keep you in his hold.
“yeahh, is that the spot? hmm? you gonna cum on my fingers?”
it’s only then, that he speeds up. pumping in and out faster and harder than before, the filthy sound bouncing off your bedroom walls, you’re seeing stars. your eyes are still closed tight but everything behind your eyelids is blinded by a bright white. your back arches as your cry out, your orgasm rushing through you at an all time speed.
frank’s there behind you rubbing your stomach with those same rough, calloused hands that you love so much and he’s leaving warm soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as you try and catch your breath.
“such a pretty, pretty little thing. fall back asleep now and maybe i’ll wake you up a different way later.”
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