Warnings: brief mentions of sex, smoking 🍃
AN: a tiny bit of a long one, but I was chillin and was like “know what would be great? If Frank/Jon were here.” So here we are. As usual, please do enjoy and I might make a smuttier one later 😙✌🏾
•your parents are on vacation, so that’s one nuisance out of your hair, besides your job. your parents aren’t really a nuisance. They can just be a bit overbearing. So when they say they’re going on vacation, you pretty much push, no, shove them out the door.
•you’re sitting on your couch as you open up your stash box after a long shower. your hair is pulled up and wet, but of course you’ll style it later. Not like you’re going anywhere. you blast your favorite music as you roll up.
•all you need was a little stress relief. To just float away on a breezy cloud as you flick open your lighter. you could already feel the fuzzy sensation, starting as a buzz in your head
•the music begins coursing through your veins with every passing second, until you’re up and dancing like no one’s watching. Singing along to the music in your robe, and messy hair.
•until the front door opens. you can’t hear it as the music is too loud. Frank is standing in the doorway of the living room. He watches you dance around to the beat of the music in nothing but a pretty robe that fell so nicely on your curves, but kept a bit to the imagination. You don’t notice as you back into him while taking another hit.
•”hey, peaches” (god I fucking love that nickname). “Looks like you’re having a blast while mommy and daddy are away”
•you roll your eyes at him, slowly backing into the kitchen counter as he approaches you. “you don’t have to call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’ Im a fucking adult, ya know.”
•”sure you are. And that’s why you’ve got this pretty little number on. All for me?”
•you scoff and roll your eyes at his apparent cockiness. “no, actually. I was just relaxing.”the joint now hidden behind your back like he really couldn’t see you smoking just a few moments ago.
•he smirks down at you, now that he’s got you cornered. He reaches his arm behind you to grab it, but you put your hand further back. Unfortunately, Frank’s arms are a bit longer than yours.
•he plucks it with both fingers and smiles as it isn’t lit anymore. You must’ve put it out while it was behind you.
•”I won’t tell your mommy and daddy, if you let me hit”
•your eyes widen at the proposition. Your eyes searching Frank’s for some type of chink in his armor. A half-smile or something
•and there it was. That castle smirk you know all too well. He was fucking with you
•”-the blunt. I meant hit the blunt.”
•but your façade doesn’t crumble as quickly as his. It takes two to tango. You shrug your shoulders at him and cross your arms.
•” ‘s a shame. I could’ve taken you up on that offer.”
•you take the blunt back from his fingers and light it to take a hit. He is staring at you in awe, only coming back down to earth once you blow a smoke ring into his face.
