MOTHER PLEASE I NEED SOMNO WITH FRANKIE
readers been so so so excited for her hubby to come home and take care of her but in prep for him to come home she over exerts herself by doing so many chores and cooks a dinner for him and everything she falls asleep but before she does she lets him know to just use her when he gets home as a present!!!
she wakes up to him about to finish inside her like omfg!!
PLEASE MOTHER
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!?!
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you body is rightfully exhausted. you started prepping the rice bowls just 40 minutes before he got home- your eyes fighting sleep as you turned on the rice cooker.
the house was spotless- shelves dusted and laundry done. you even took the pets to the vet earlier, and looked out of the window and cleared your cigarette butts off said window sill. your room was cleaner than fucking clean, spotless. but the adrenaline has worn off and now you just want your husband home.
your shower was 2 and half hours long. you brushed, scrubbed and shaved everywhere. you feel perfect, feminine and gentle. you feel like you're blooming that weird house wife flower in he centre of your chest that you so aren't but so are obsessed with the feeling of. you flip the egg in the pan. making sure its perfectly runny as you tie and re-tie the apron wrapped around your waist.
you know your gonna fall asleep before he gets home. which does make you feel like a big fucking idiot. you guys have talked game all day. you texted him- as soon as he walked through the front door to go to work come home I need you. you could hear him punch the steering wheel before driving off.
you let yourself rest on the couch. giggling as you write you can have it all on a post it note- sticking it the the front of you apron. you know him, you know him so well. he needs permission, an excuse to be as evil as he wants to be sometimes- you just open the door for his behaviour. your eyes shift closed, comfy and warm. you hear the door click open around 30 minutes later- but you really are too tired to care.
the plush of the pillow around your head softens your wake up by 10%. his thrusts are rapid, he's mumbling versions of bunnybunny and good girl-
he must've moved you to bed- lifting your sleeping frame and stripping off your apron to show him the slick black of your vest wrapped around your body. you feel used- in the best way as you're fucked awake- the neckline of said vest pulled down to expose your chest-
when your eyes shift open- its all too much. he looks perfect, hair tousled and messy- as one hand grabs at your waist- the other rubbing quick circles into your clit. "go-good nap little-little-love?" you moan in response mumbling missed-missedyouhubby-fuckfuckfuck-honey-honey- he laughs though a grins as he nods down at you- his aura condescending and apathetic- but you don't care, you like it- love it. as he fucks himself in and out of you, nodding for you to chase your orgasm so you could finish together.
he pushes a hand down on your stomach- stimulating you from the inside out as he fucks himself into you so fast you whine in overstimulation "c'mon-c'mon bunny-you'll be fine, such a good-good job you did today honey-my little love, please, please show frankie what he does to you baby-show me-"
you bow your back and pull him down toward you as you finish. forcing his cock so deep inside you, you're certain it stretches you something awful.
he smiles, kisses your temple as you play with the stands of his hair at the nape of his neck.
"you got the eggs right-pretty impressive honey"
you kick your heels into the back of his spine to watch him shudder
I am a pretty good fuckin' wife, frankie-
