Porn star frank..? Idk how you’d make that ddne but :/
Yayyyyy Frank fic!!! This is much tamer than some of my other stuff but was still so fun to write. I hope I did your vision justice. Also since the era wasn't specified I went ahead with revenge era Frank because that's my personal fave. K, luv you bye!
Pornstar!Frank x F!Reader
The club was crowded and claustrophobic, the shitty house music played obnoxiously loud, making conversation at a decibel below a yell virtually impossible. You realized this now as the man you were trying to talk to stared at you confused, mouthing what? as you tried again to speak. This time, you were able to shout over the noise.
"You look so familiar, did we go to high school together?" Your words slurred slightly, you were more drunk than you wanted to let on.
The man, heavily tattooed with matching nose and lip rings smiled and shook his head. "I doubt it, I'm not from around here," he yelled back over the music.
You scrunched up your face in concentration as you wracked your brain trying to figure out who this man was. "I swear to god I know you from somewhere," you leaned in closer now, drunk enough to not feel embarrassed when his hands grabbed your hips to steady you when you lost your balance.
His eyes had a glint of humor in them when he looked back at you and shrugged. "I don't recognize you, hun. I'd definitely remember such a pretty face," his voice was closer to your ear now and you shivered at his breath on your neck.
"Are you an actor or something then? I know I've seen you before," his flirting went right over your head, you were still determined to figure out how you knew him.
He chuckled at your question and his lips brushed the shell of your ear when he answered. "You could say I'm something of an actor. How much time do you spend online, babe?"
You lurched back at his words, recognition and embarrassment flooding you immediately. He laughed at the shocked look on your face as you reeled from the sudden realization.
You two had never met before, but you were very acquainted with his presence online. In fact, you had probably spent more time consuming his content than you'd ever want to admit. Standing in front of you was your favorite porn star, and now he knew just what an avid fan you were.
"Oh my god," you said as you covered your face with your hands to try to hide the redness in your cheeks. He closed the space between you two again, gently grasping your wrists and pulling your hands away from your face.
"No need to be embarrassed, I love my fans," his voice was low and gravelly as he moved your arms to snake around his neck and let his hands settle on your hips once more.
You hid your face in his chest and groaned, still not over the humiliation but also becoming exponentially more aroused by the second. "So I guess this happens to you often?" you asked fleetingly when you finally mustered up the courage to talk to him again.
He laughed heartily at that, "No actually, this has never happened before."
His response was far from reassuring and you let out another defeated sound. "Fuck, I feel like such a creep."
"Why?" he asked genuinely. "I post my content for a reason, if I didn't want people to see it then I wouldn't put it online." He slid his hands down lower as he spoke and cupped your ass over your short skirt. "Besides, if the roles were reversed I'm pretty sure I'd be your number one fan."
You bit back a moan at the contact and leaned in closer, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Is that so?" you asked innocently, tilting your head to meet his gaze.
He nodded emphatically, biting his lip as he looked down at you. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked, his crotch grinding into you to enunciate his point.
"Definitely," you responded, taking his hand and leading him to the back door of the club.
The uber ride back to his apartment was tense, you made small talk in the back seat and tried to not fall apart as he softly skimmed his hand up and down your bare thigh. You learned his real name was Frank, he had moved to your city a couple months ago, and he had a rambunctious dog that would definitely greet the two of you enthusiastically at his front door.
As promised, as soon as you two crossed the threshold, a huge bundle of fur came careening down the hall to welcome you in. You laughed as Frank tried to wrangle his dog as it jumped excitedly at both of your legs and wagged its' tail with reckless abandon.
"Oh my god, Lois, chill out," Frank muttered in annoyance as the dog continued to demand attention, even after you had settled on the couch together. "Sorry about that, she can be a lot," He said exasperatedly, dragging his hand through his hair.
"Don't worry about it, I think she's cute," you answered with a smile as you got comfortable on the couch.
"I think you're cute," Frank quipped as he leaned in to kiss you. His lip ring was cool against your lips as you kissed. The intensity built up quickly and you found yourself dragging your tongue over his lower lip teasingly. He eagerly opened his mouth to allow you more access, his hands roaming freely on your body.
You moved to straddle him and moaned at the feeling of his hard-on underneath you. You had spent many nights imagining this exact scenario, your eyes glued to your phone watching videos Frank fuck random girls as you touched yourself and wished desperately to be one of them. You grinded your hips against his, savoring the friction you felt building between you two.
You slid your hands down his torso and pulled up the hem of his shirt, urging him to take it off. He stopped you and lazily leaned back into the couch, gazing up at you. "Nuh uh," he said tauntingly. "You've seen me before, I think it's only fair I get to see you now." You began to whine in protest but he stopped you before you could even get a word out. "That wasn't a request, that was a demand. Strip," he commanded.
You were undeniably turned on, one of the things you loved most about Frank's videos was his dominating demeanor and he could tell it worked wonders on you. You stood shyly and began to strip, starting with your top, then slipping out of your skirt, leaving you standing in front of him in only your bra and underwear.
"Keep going," he urged when you stilled, palming the bulge in his pants as he watched you. You forced yourself to maintain eye contact as you unhooked your bra and stepped out of your panties, trying to maintain an ounce of dignity as you bared all. "That's a good girl, go ahead and give me a spin," Frank praised you, his voice growing husky as his hand worked dutifully over his bulge.
You spun tentatively, and Frank let out a low whistle of approval. "Such a good girl for me, baby. I think you should get a reward now." You smiled softly, blushing at his praise. It was evident to both of you now, you were putty in his hands.
"C'mere, get on your knees." Frank ordered, gesturing to the space between his legs. You complied immediately, sinking to your knees in front of him, waiting for your next command. "Go ahead and take it out, baby girl." Your hands eagerly jumped to his waistband, making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He lifted his hips to help you pull his jeans down, pulling his boxers down with them.
His cock was long and impossibly hard, you were shocked that he was this turned on by you. You felt it twitch as you grasped it in your hand, looking up at him for approval. He licked his lips and gave you a slight nod, signaling for you to keep going. Slowly, you worked your hand up and down his length, lowering your head to lightly kiss and lick at his tip.
His hands moved to the back of your head, guiding you gently to take more of him in your mouth. His touch wasn't forceful or rough, just a reminder of who was really in charge here. As you worked your way down, you began to gag and sputter, his tip brushing your throat.
He talked you through it with encouraging words, "That's it, keep going," "You got it, just breathe through your nose," "There you go pretty girl, doing it just like the pros."
His hands dictated your pace, adding more or less pressure on the back of your head to indicate when you should speed up and slow down. You looked up at him through your lashes, eyes prickling with tears from the exertion on your throat. He shot you a crooked grin when he made eye contact with you and continued his praises. "Just like that, babe. You look so fucking pretty like this."
Your jaw was growing tired but you continued to push on, determined to grant him the pleasure he had unknowingly been supplying you for so long. He released his hands from your head, urging for you to take a break. He pulled you up onto his lap and captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, your lips slick with saliva and the taste of him still fresh on your tongue.
When you pulled apart, he took a second to access how you were holding up. "You doing ok? Want me to slow down?" he asked, concern evident on his face.
"I'm totally fine, I want to do whatever you want. I'll really do anything," you said earnestly. You were trying so hard to compete with the porn stars he usually hooked up with, you were prepared to go above and beyond for him.
His expression saddened slightly at that. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, softly brushing the hair out of your face. "Don't say that," he says quietly. "I don't want you to think of me as some pervert just 'cause of what I post online. That shit isn't real."
You relaxed at his words, feeling relieved that he didn't want you to put on a performance. "Yeah, I know," you replied. "I just want you to enjoy it, I feel like I have big expectations to live up to I guess."
Frank scoffed at that, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Do you think I'm not enjoying myself?"
You shrugged and giggled softly, "I don't know. I mean you said it yourself, you're an actor."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not that good of an actor," he said, grinning.
The whole scene began to feel very tender as you leaned in to kiss him for real this time, no pretenses or expectations, just raw emotion and connection. He kissed you back eagerly, melting into your touch.
As things began to heat up again, he pulled away momentarily to suggest moving to his bedroom. After a few more kisses, you agreed and followed him deeper into his apartment.
His room was cluttered. Messy, but not dirty. The bed was unmade and there were clothes strewn about the floor. The walls were covered in posters of bands you'd never heard of. You recognized it from his videos, it felt surreal stepping inside.
As you settled on the bed, he finished stripping the rest of his clothes before quickly following suit. He braced himself on his forearms on top of you, kissing you gently before moving his way down your body. He kneaded your breasts as he continued his journey down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. When he reached your thighs, he nipped lightly at the skin, taking pleasure in the small mewls that fell from your mouth when he did so.
"Already fucking soaked, all for me huh?" Frank asked huskily from between your thighs, his hands moving to spread you open wider. You nodded desperately as you gazed down at him. He grinned and leaned his head down, licking expertly from your hole to your clit. You shuddered under his grasp and dug your fingers into the bedsheets.
Frank set a relentless pace, using his tongue in all the right places with the precision of someone who has had years of practice. You let out a loud gasp as you suddenly feel his fingers inside you, thrusting at the same maddening pace as his tongue. Your head was thrown back against the pillow, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
For a moment he goes entirely still, leaving his fingers in you but pulling his head away to look you in the eye. "No looking away. Eyes on me," he said, his voice dripping with the same authority from earlier in the night. You found the strength to raise your head back up, leaning back on your elbows to give yourself a better vantage point.
Once Frank was pleased with your position and your focus on him, he continued at the same pace as before. You struggled to remain propped up, your arms threatened to give out every time his tongue grazed your clit just right. The mere sight of him between your legs was almost enough to send you over the edge.
You weren't going to last much longer and Frank could tell, he felt your thighs trembling around him as he continued to piston his fingers in and out of you. He raised his head again, pleased to see you had abided by his rules and hadn't looked away.
"You getting close? You gonna cum for me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You were barely able to think straight at this point, nodding vigorously and babbling a string of incoherent affirmations. Frank smiled at the sight and encouraged you to finish. "Go on baby, cum for me," he urged, dipping his head down once more to help push you to your orgasm.
You came hard, moaning loudly and closing your thighs hard, locking him in place. He slowed his pace and let you ride off the aftershocks on his fingers. Once you were done, he came up to be on top of you once more. He kissed you deeply, his lips were slick with your arousal and you tasted yourself on his mouth.
His upper body caged you in as he grinded slowly near your entrance. You were still sensitive from your recent orgasm, each time his tip neared your clit your body felt like a live wire.
"Still got one more in you?" he asked teasingly, dragging his length through your folds.
"Definitely," you answered, angling your hips upwards to grant him full access.
"That's my girl, I knew you did," Frank praised. He slid in slowly, giving you time to adapt to the stretch.
You whined as he filled you up, it felt like his tip reached all the way to your cervix. "I know, I know," he whispered assuringly as he bottomed out and began to thrust gently.
"Fuck, you feel so good," you breathed as he began to set a rhythm. He buried his face in your neck, sucking dark bruises you knew you'd regret in the morning. Your arms wrapped around his back, your nails digging into his skin and leaving bright red lines as he thrusted into you.
His hands came to your hips and he flipped you over, positioning you on all fours and lining himself up with your entrance once more. You let out a breathy moan as he slid back in, resuming the same quickening rhythm.
"That's it, you can take it, you've got this," he rasped as he slid one of his hands down to start playing with your clit. You arched your back into his hold, feeling overstimulated in the best way at his touch.
"You're a fucking natural. So fucking hot," he grunted, slapping your ass hard. "Gonna have to bring out my camera next time, yeah? Such a shame no one else can see how fucking perfect you are for me."
You were nearing your second orgasm of the night and from the way his movements began to falter and his moans grew breathier, you could tell Frank was getting close too. You clawed at the sheets with renewed strength as you grew closer, the sound of him panting above you fueling your performance.
"Oh shit, baby. I'm gonna cum," Frank whined as your walls clamped around him, contracting as your own release ripped through you. He buried himself deep with a final thrust and emptied his load inside of you. You could feel him pulse inside of you with every jet that he pumped into you.
You two collapsed in a heap, both of you sticky and sweaty from the exertion. He held you close to him and planted a kiss on the top of your head as you both caught your breath.
It was silent aside from the sound of your breathing, you could just barely make out the sound of his heart beating as you laid on his chest.
Frank was the first to speak, clearing his throat before he did so. "I'm glad you recognized me," he said looking down at you fondly.
You smiled back, "So am I."
