okay okay, how do u think boxer!frank would react to you crying during sex cuz you missed him all day while he was training ? ☹️
omfg u and me both babe this is so real 😭
you clung to frank as soon as he walked into your shared apartment, asking him if he needed food or water or a hot bath or —
“will you let me take my shoes off first? you missed me, i know. i missed you too baby, but i’m sweaty and gross right now, see?” he carefully pulled you away from him, holding up his hands clearly in need of some tlc, eyeing your soft white shirt that he couldn’t bear to ruin.
“so let me take care of you!” you moved your hands back to the wide space of his shoulders and pressed your chest into him, frankly not caring whether or not you got a little dirty in the process.
“come on, frankie. you take care of me all the time.” you gave him your best pout, taking his dropped shoulders and lack of further protest as a yes and dragging him to the bathroom.
it really was supposed to be all about him, his sighs of content as you gently patched his hands up and poured some lavender epsom salts in the running water music to your ears. unfortunately this is frank, and he wouldn’t rest until you were soaking in the warm bubbly water with him. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it too though, long restless nights waiting on him to come back home catching up to you.
it was quiet for a while, both of you listening to the others slow breathing as you soaked in the relaxingly scented water. until he pulled you towards him anyway, bringing you into his lap from your curled up position sitting between his legs.
the water splashed around you, leaving behind bubbles on the side of franks mouth and a smile taking its place when you brought them back to the water. he always did say you made him softer.
his hands made their way from your own to your neck, warming your face with just a few kisses. by the time he was actually fucking into you there were already tears pooling in your eyes, pressing your forehead against his to keep him as close as possible.
as soon as a shaky breath and a broken sigh of his name fell from your mouth he was grabbing your face, making you look up at him as the tears fell. “hey what happened, huh? you want me to stop?” you were shaking your head before his last word was out, sniffling as his thumbs wiped the stray tears away.
“no, it feels good. just missed you.” your words were quieter than you meant them to be, interrupted by your own cracking voice, but he still heard you.
“you just missed me that much? ‘s that right?” and the tears were back, nodding as you moved to hide your face in the side of his neck.
“y’know you could’ve just asked me to stay, sweetheart.”
