Frank Sinatra x Reader One Shots

Food

Author's Note: FS in present day - again lol

Frank sits on the couch eating some food, staring at the tv.

You walk into the room, "You're eating at this hour?"

"What? 11pm too late for you?"

You laugh and sit next to Frank. You take his bowl and gently set it on the coffee table. Frank almost chokes from laughing, and he raises his arms in surrender. "What are you doing? I was eating!"

You look up into his eyes and smile.

Frank smiles, gritting his teeth, "Why do you have to be so cute when you make me mad?"

He leans forward and brushes his lips past yours only to dive in front of you to reach his food again. He happily takes another bite.

You laugh, trying to be angry but it isn't working.

Frank doesn't even look at you. He stares straight at the tv.

This time you scoot right next to him, and go under his arms so he's wrapping you but still holding his food.

Frank almost spits out his food. "Hold on, baby."

He leans over to set his food down. He then puts his hands on your waist.

"Why are you trying so hard to get my attention?"

You stand up and decide to straddle Frank. His eyes widen in shock. He almost laughs. "Baby, What--?"

You lean in and kiss him on the lips. Frank breaks the kiss. "What's with you?"

You lean your forehead on his. You whisper, "I want to be with you."

Frank closes his eyes, "Me too, baby. But not right now. You can't interrupt a man while he eats."

You laugh.

Frank opens his eyes and kisses your nose. "I love you."

You slump your head on his chest and groan like an impatient child.

Frank puts a hand on your head. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby. Get off."

You sit up and let your jaw drop.

Frank laughs defensively, "I need to finish my food!"

You roll your eyes and get off of Frank. "I'm not done with you. You have three minutes."

Frank's jaw drops this time. "Three minutes? No, I pass. I want to enjoy my food."

You gasp. "Fine, Frank, have it your way."