just the tip w/ frank castle degaradation, edging, brat taming, frank is mean
“all you get is the tip… since you wanna be a fucking brat.” and he meant it, pressing the fat tip of his dick right against your clit, poking at your entrance on occasion, flat out laughing when you whine. you should’ve expected it, making him jealous and implying someone could fuck you better, not listening to a word he said, you saw this coming. "you fuckin' know better, didn't i train you better than this?" you whine again, nodding in agreement despite the urge to push him more. he looks good, all broad shoulders and scars and you want nothing more than for him to tear you apart
“please, please, sir i’m so sorry. please fuck me, i'll be so good.” you miss feeling full, you miss it even if he fucked you just two nights ago. and every time you push your hips up, he pushes them right back down. then the tears start, not a sob, but you’re teary eyed and frustrated and again, he laughs “look at you, spoiled rotten… actin’ like a crybaby cuz i won’t give you some dick huh? alright, i’ll give you some more” and he pushes in halfway and doesn’t move, muttering out a “work for it baby”, that only lasts a few moments before he grabs your wide brown hips & starts going at the pace that he wants. it's brutal, splitting you open from the inside and you can't do anything except lie there and "take it baby, take what you begged for" his voice cuts through the haze in your mind and you're suddenly aware of the scratches you're leaving behind on his arms, not that he seems to mind. "gotta stop actin' out whenever you want to get fucked" his voice drops, but his pace doesn't falter "got this pussy cryin' for me and you wanna think somebody else could handle it? this is all mine, ain't it, bunny?" the petname makes you clench around him, frank feels it before you can warn him and his thrusts stop
"nuh uh, baby, i said i'd fuck you. never said anything about makin' you cum. how else are you supposed to learn?" and he slides back in.









