HIII i loved ur pornstar!frank fic. could you possible do another one of those but like the reader and frank are hooking up again but this time they film a video????
Ok, a few notes before we get started. I will get to my other asks eventually! Probably! I will try!!! This one just spoke to me and I knew exactly what I wanted to write.
Also keep sending asks!!! I loveee writing for you guys :)
There is texting in this fic, I hate going back and forth with he said/she said; so, for all intents and purposes, red text signifies texts from Frank, pink text signifies texts from you.
TW: sexual content, choking, breeding
Pornstar!Frank x F!Reader
You never thought of yourself as the jealous type, especially when it came to hook ups. More often than not, you were actually the one to ghost the other person. You didn't do it out of any malice or ill-will, it just took a lot to get you really invested in someone. At least, you thought it did. But apparently that can all change after one really good hookup.
As you settled into bed around a week after your encounter with Frank, you couldn't help but replay the memory in your head. It had become a sort of lullaby for you, helping to ease you into sleep the past few days. But tonight, it had the opposite effect.
Quickly grabbing your phone and finding his Twitter account, you saw that he had a new video posted. Surprisingly, instead of the usual arousal you felt when Frank posts new content, your heart dropped.
You clicked on the video. He was there in the same room, in the same bed, with a different beautiful girl. It hurt to keep watching but you couldn't look away. She was on all fours, arching her back enticingly as he lined up with her entrance and pushed in. They moaned in unison and you felt positively green with envy. He set a brutal pace as he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. She threw her head back and laughed. You stopped the video.
You weren't stupid, you knew this was how he made his living. This was how you even knew who he was in the first place. But something deep and carnal stirred in you watching him touch her the same way he had touched you, you all but combusted when he made her laugh. You felt duped, you had delusionally managed to convince yourself that you and Frank shared something special and this video shattered that illusion.
You tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep for longer than an hour at a time. You were pent up, emotionally and physically, and your body yearned for a release. You shot a glance at the clock. It was 2:21 AM. You buried your face in your pillow and groaned.
Against your better judgement, you picked up your phone and found Frank's contact. You two had hastily exchanged numbers when you left his apartment the morning following your hookup, but neither of you had reached out since. Swallowing your pride you summoned all the courage you had and texted him a simple message.
It was juvenile, the type of thing horny teenagers send each other on Snapchat to exchange nudes, not something any self-respecting adult would ever send. As you contemplated the stupidity of the sentiment, you felt your phone buzz.
Not exactly the response you had hoped for, but better than nothing.
The thought alone made your stomach churn but you pushed on.
it gets repetitive after a bit
Some of the tension in your chest eased at his flippant demeanor regarding his content.
Can I ask you a weird question?
Do you ever get off to your own videos?
You held your breath as you waited for him to answer. You watched as he started typing, then stopped, then started up again. You were scared you went too far until his answer appeared.
i actually hate watching myself on camera
You have like thousands of people watching your videos and telling you how hot you are and you can't even watch them?
im just keeping my ego in check
i have to when you fuel it like this
Don't you have some videos to get to? Stop letting me distract you
ive been thinking about u a lot tbh
Your heart skipped a beat upon reading his words. Your fingers shook as you tried to still seem "chill" over the phone.
if im thinking about u in a good or bad way
good as in i like u and want to see u again
bad as in i keep thinking bout the things i want to do to u
Your heart raced as you read and reread his text, checking to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. Before you could respond, he texted again.
No, not at all. I just got so turned on I forgot how to type for a second
thats what i was going for
You definitely picked the right field to work in. You're good at what you do
if i were to ask you to come over rn youd say...?
Send me the address, I'm omw
You were dressed and out the door in record time, rushing to throw together an outfit and some quick makeup before he could get the chance to change his mind. The entire drive there you were jittery, equally nervous and excited to see him again.
As you climbed the steps to his apartment, you could already see his silhouette leaning on the doorframe.
"Took you long enough," Frank said playfully, moving aside to let you in. Just like the last time you were here, his dog bounded up to you and instantly showered you with affection.
"Well, I had to make myself look somewhat presentable before I got here," you quipped, bending over to embrace his dog.
Frank scoffed at your comment, "C'mon, you don't have to do all that for me." You shrugged your shoulders, your cheeks reddening under his gaze.
"I'll keep that in mind for next time, I guess," you said sheepishly.
Frank raised his eyebrows at you teasingly, "Next time?"
Embarrassment flooded your senses at his response, you felt stupid for assuming this would be a reoccurring arrangement. Before you were able to choke out an apology, Frank spoke again.
"Relax, I'm just fucking with you. C'mere," You let out a shaky breath as he took your hand and guided you back to his bedroom. It was in a similar state of disarray to the last time you had been there, the floor was still littered with clothing and the sheets were halfway fallen off the bed.
In the center of his bed was his laptop, as you sat down you saw it was opened to video editing software. You could make out a small thumbnail of Frank and some woman. You repressed the jealousy you felt rising in your chest as he sat down next to you, casually slinging his arm around your shoulders.
He tracked your gaze to the laptop screen and smirked at you, "What? Want a sneak peak?"
You leaned into his embrace and tried to seem unbothered, "Sure, if you're offering."
He chuckled darkly as he clicked play on the video. He looked away from the screen entirely, focusing only on your face while you watched. It was a scene with the same woman he posted the video with today, you wondered fleetingly if this footage was from the same filming session or if she had come back for more.
As much as you hated the thought of him being with someone else so soon after your encounter, you were undeniably turned on as you watched. In this scene she was riding him, he white knuckled her hips and showered her with praise as she eagerly grinded against him.
You felt Frank's eyes on you as you watched, his gaze swept over your body as you shifted your seat and pressed your thighs together tightly. He leaned in close and ghosted his lips over your ear.
"You like it?" he asked, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.
You nodded, looking away from the screen to focus back on him.
"Yeah, it's good," you said as you analyzed his features. "That's the same girl from the video you posted today, right?" you asked before you got a chance to talk yourself out of it.
Frank looked amused at your question, smirking as he answered, "You weren't kidding, you really are a fan. Is that why you texted me tonight?"
You felt your face heat up at his teasing, but you didn't back down. "Answer my question first."
"Demanding tonight, are we?" he taunted, pulling you in closer to his side. "Yes, that's the same girl."
"When did you film it?" you asked, trying to seem nonchalant.
"Nuh uh, answer my question first," he retorted, throwing your own words back at you.
"It was part of the reason," you admitted weakly. You hid your face in his shoulder as you spoke, suddenly feeling very small and embarrassed.
"Aw, don't be shy," he teased, tipping your chin up to look at him again. "I filmed it like a month ago, I have a big back log of content so I don't have to constantly make new videos."
"Oh, that makes sense," you said lamely, unsure of how else to react.
"You were worrying I fucked her after I fucked you?" he asked matter-of-factly. You nodded slightly, feeling stupid for thinking that at all.
"I haven't been with anyone since we were together," he stated with conviction, trying to ease your mind.
"It's fine if you were, I mean I know it's literally your job," you said dismissively to hide the relief you felt knowing that you were the last person he was with.
"I know. But I wasn't," he said plainly. "Were you?"
You laughed at the mere notion of you hooking up with someone else. "No, I haven't been with anyone else since you."
He nodded thoughtfully at that, "Good, so we're even."
"And for the record," he continued, "I enjoyed fucking you much more than her."
Your whole body heated instantly at his admission, you moved wordlessly to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hard on was evident below you.
"I want you to prove it," you breathed.
His hips jolted up beneath you involuntarily as he gazed at you with a predatory glint in his eyes. "How do you want me to do that?"
You leaned in close, ghosting your words over his lips as you spoke. "Fuck your back log, post me instead."
His eyes widened instantly, undeniably turned on at your proposition but unsure of how to proceed.
"You sure about that?" he asked earnestly, "I don't want you to feel like you need to do that to get my attention or anything like that. I'm right here regardless."
Your conviction remained unwavering, "I know. It's what I want, trust me."
He kissed you hastily before moving you off of him to start prepping the room for the scene. He spoke as he worked, wanting to make sure you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.
"This is gonna be different than regular sex, it's a performance. You amp everything up for the cameras," he explained.
You nodded along dutifully as he gave his speech, following him with your eyes as he moved erratically around the room setting up his cameras and lights.
"It's going to feel awkward at first, but just go with it, it'll get more natural. If you want to stop at any point just say the word and it'll all get deleted." It was strangely beautiful watching him work, it showed a side of him that was completely different from anything you'd seen before. He was professional, he acted like this was a business transaction instead of set up for a porno.
"For your own safety, I'm not gonna show your face. You'll be angled away from the camera and I'll blur any parts of it that might show when I edit it." He wrapped up the finishing touches of his setup and turned to face you fully, his face slightly flushed. "Still wanna do it?"
"Definitely," you answered. "Do I look ok? Should I fix my hair?"
Frank laughed as he crawled back onto the bed and beckoned for you to come closer. "Don't worry about that, babe. No one is gonna be looking at your hair."
You blushed as you moved closer to him. He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss, caressing your face gently with his hands.
"You ready?" he asked quietly. You bit your lip and nodded, you could feel the heat rising in your body already.
"We'll start out slow and then ramp things up. Promise to tell me if it gets to be too much?" Frank asked while holding your gaze.
"I promise," you said with a small smile.
He smiled back and kissed you gently. With that, the scene started. He sat with his back against the bedframe and positioned you on his lap making sure you were facing away from the camera. He kissed you again, more fervently this time, letting his hands roam up and down your sides.
He rolled his hips up into yours and you let out a small gasp, you felt him smirk into the kiss. He moved to start kissing your neck, whispering to you as he did, "Gotta be louder than that."
He nipped at the skin of your neck and you took his critique, gasping louder this time and tilting your head to give him more access.
"Atta girl," he muttered into your skin as he jutted his hips into yours once more. You met his movement with your own, grinding down into him and letting out a breathy moan.
He peaked at the viewfinder of the closest camera before directing you again. His hands continued to move, splaying on the small of your back and pushing slightly, "Arch that shit, baby."
You did as you were told, exaggerating the arch in your back as you ground your hips rhythmically against his. Satisfied with your position, he moved his hands to slip beneath your shirt, pulling away to give his next command.
"Take this shit off," he ordered, yanking your shirt up, his voice louder now for the video. You quickly stripped off the shirt and he let out a mean laugh when he saw you were braless.
"No fucking bra. What a fucking slut," he reached up to grab harshly at your tits, kneading them in his hands. You let out a small whimper and he softened his grip, leaning into kiss your neck and whisper in your ear away from the camera.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, urging for him to continue. He slipped back into his dominating persona easily, toying with your nipples with his fingers as he nipped at your neck. You moaned at the sensation and continued to grind your hips into his.
He moved you off of his lap and you whined at the sudden loss of contact.
"Such an eager girl," he cooed at you as he slipped his pants and boxers off to reveal his hard cock. "Go ahead. Suck it, baby."
You moved lower on the bed, settling between his thighs and letting a curtain of your hair fall just enough to obscure your face as you leaned down to take his dick in your mouth. You suckled at the tip teasingly, eliciting an exaggerated moan from Frank.
You sunk down inch by inch until he was settled deep in your throat, then you began to move. You bobbed your head up and down rhythmically as he settled one of his hands at the base of your head.
"Just like that, baby girl. Take the whole fucking thing," he said huskily and let his hand begin to dictate your pace. You felt him moving above you and you looked up through your lashes to see him holding his phone, recording you from his perspective.
You pulled off and looked at him confused. "I thought you said you wouldn't show my face?" you questioned.
"I won't," he said assertively, "This video's just for me."
You smirked at him and grabbed the base of his cock with your hand, stroking it slowly before you settled back into position. "I better make this good then," you said.
You leaned down and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, looking up at his phone through your lashes. When you reached the tip you circled it with your tongue, taking your time toying with him before actually taking him back in your mouth.
"God, you're such a tease," Frank moaned, throwing his head back.
You kissed his tip lightly before answering. "You love it though," you joked.
Frank let out a long groan as you finally took him in your mouth, quickly sinking down to the base of his cock and setting an intense rhythm.
"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me," he said breathily as he threw his phone aside, using both of his hands now to firmly grip your hair.
He held your head in place as he fucked up into your mouth, using your throat as his own fuck toy. Tears welled in your eyes as you gagged around him, but you made no attempt to make him stop. You both knew you were right where you wanted to be.
"You're so pretty when you cry," Frank praised you, moving one of his hands from the back of your head to your cheek to wipe away the fallen tears.
"You got it, princess. Just a little bit longer, you can do it," he encouraged you through gritted teeth as he felt himself nearing his release. After a few more thrusts, he came hard with a loud moan, holding your head down to ensure you swallowed every drop. You felt him shoot rope after rope down your throat and you eagerly took every last bit.
His hands moved away from your head and you sat up with a wide grin, satisfied that you were able to make him cum so hard. He smiled back at you, slightly out of breath from the exertion.
You crawled back into his lap and he kissed you sloppily, licking into your mouth and savoring the taste of himself on your tongue. When you both pulled away, you were taken aback by the way he was looking at you. His gaze was so full of lust and admiration that your face burned up on the spot.
"You're really good at that," he said sincerely, leaning in to pepper your face and neck with kisses.
You giggled shyly as he did so, "Thank you."
Before you knew it, you were on your back and he was on top of you. He continued to suck and lave at your neck, admiring the dark bruises that bloomed under his touch.
"I love the way you look when you're all marked up, your skin bruises so pretty," he said as he made his way down to where you needed him the most.
Once he settled between your legs, he positioned them on his shoulders, biting hard on the flesh of your inner thighs. You took Frank's notes from earlier into account and arched your back off the bed as you yelped exaggeratedly. He looked up at you like you were his most prized possession.
He lightly dragged his index finger through your slick folds and your hips jolted upwards at the touch. He laughed darkly as he pinned you down with his free hand.
"So sensitive, and I haven't even started yet," he chastised as he continued to use a featherlight touch to spread your wetness.
"Please," you whimpered loudly, sitting up and bracing yourself on your elbows to get a better vantage point.
"You gotta beg a lot prettier than that," Frank teased, continuing his agonizingly slow and light touch.
"Please, daddy," you whined. "Make me cum. I've been so good for you."
He still was not stirred, he looked at you and tilted his head, urging you to continue.
"God, please daddy, I need you. Please, I need you so bad, I always need you, I-" your begging was cut off by a loud moan caused by Frank plunging two long fingers into you and leaning his head down to suck on your clit.
His hair fell messily into his eyes as he looked up at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. You made sure to not make the same mistake as last time and forced yourself to maintain eye contact, even when the jolts of pleasure he sent coursing through your body made your arms weak and your head heavy.
His fingers curled expertly, hitting your sweet spot each time he thrusted them within you. The movement combined with your wetness caused the most obscene squelching noises to fill the room. His tongue and lips worked around your clit in tandem, alternating between licking and sucking until you were a trembling mess in his hands.
"Fuck, daddy. I'm getting so close," you warned as his fingers sped up inside you.
He pulled his head up to look at you fully, the entire lower half of his face was covered in a sheen of your own arousal. He licked his lips before he spoke, savoring the taste.
"Yeah? You gonna come for me? Gonna make a big fucking mess?" he asked with excruciating eye contact as he continued to finger you.
You nodded fervently and fought the urge to squeeze your eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation. You came with a loud cry, finally allowing yourself to collapse onto the bed as you writhed under his touch. He kept you pinned beneath him as he continued to touch you to the point of overstimulation.
You whimpered at your sensitivity and he shushed you gently, whispering praises that only you could hear. "That's my good girl, you take me so well. Only I get to make you feel this way, yeah? Only I am able to."
You looked deep into his eyes as he spoke and something in you stirred, you felt butterflies in your stomach and your head felt fuzzy.
"Yes, only you," you whispered back, trying your best to maintain your composure.
He gave you a lopsided grin and came up to kiss you, finally stopping his overstimulating touch. His lips were still slick when he kissed you, your taste was fresh on his tongue.
You felt his member press against your thigh as you kissed. He was hard, you fleetingly wondered if he had been the entire time. You spread your legs for him, he slid his tip through your slick folds and you moaned into each other's mouths.
Frank leaned his head down and whispered in your ear, his hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body. "You ready for the grand finale?"
You giggled at the question and nodded, feeling himself line up with your entrance before pushing in slowly. You shuddered at the feeling and let out a whiney moan, wrapping your legs tightly around his core to lock him inside of you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Frank moaned as he began to rhythmically rock into you.
As he picked up the pace, you grabbed his hand and moved it to your throat. He gave you a questioning look but you held steadfast, pressing his hand down harder and giving him the go ahead to do the same. You let out a low hum of approval when he gave in and tightened his grip.
"God, you're so perfect," he said breathily as he watched your face contort in pleasure at his total domination. He pressed on your neck just hard enough to slightly restrict your airflow, the sensation causing your head spin in the best way possible.
Abruptly, he pulled out and released his grip on you. Before you could protest, he flipped you over and grabbed your hips roughly, pulling them up to meet his. He pushed himself in without warning and you jumped in his hold, gasping sharply.
"What, too much?" he asked mockingly as he rutted into you like a dog. You whined loudly in response, too fucked out to form any thoughts. He scoffed and slapped your ass hard, eliciting another whine from you.
"You're fine, you can take it," he chastised as he released one of his hands from your hips to snake beneath you and target your clit. You arched into his touch, pressing your hips back to meet his every thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as you both chased your releases.
He deftly flipped you once more and before you knew it, he had you in a mating press, your knees folded high up against your chest as he buried himself deeper into you with each thrust. You moaned and whimpered loudly, past the point of shame as each thrust sent you closer to your release.
You tried to open your mouth to warn him of your impending climax, but no words came out, just incoherent moans. "I know," he grunted, "Just hold on a little longer, baby. I'm almost there."
His thrusts became sloppier and his breathing heavier as he continued. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and you could feel it dripping onto you with every snap of his hips.
With one final thrust he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could reach, pinning your legs to your chest with his body weight as he came. You two moaned in tandem as your release washed over you as well, your gummy walls contracting around him to milk him of every last drop. He leaned down and kissed you softly, his cock still pulsing inside you while you came down from your high.
He pulled out slowly, trying to keep as much of his cum inside of you as possible. When he was fully unsheathed, he replaced his cock with his fingers, scooping up any cum that had seeped out and pushing it back into you. He stared at you with reverence as your chest heaved from the exertion.
Once he was satisfied with the amount he was able to stuff back into you, he laid down next to you and pulled you into an embrace. He planted kisses on the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest.
"You're amazing," he said after a while, absent mindedly running his fingers through your hair.
"You're amazing," you parroted back at him, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eye. The sincerity in his gaze made your heartache.
He kissed your forehead before reluctantly getting up to turn off all the lights and cameras. Just as you had before, you watched as he expertly tinkered with each device, saving files and breaking down equipment like it was second nature.
"You just gave me enough content for the next month, people are going to love this shit," he said with a laugh as he quickly scrolled through the videos he captured.
He looked lost in thought as finished he packing his setup away and stashing it in his closet. Before long, he returned to you and you assumed the same position laying in his arms.
"Penny for your thoughts?" you asked when he remained quiet after settling beside you. He sighed as he tried to collect the noise in his head and put it into words.
"I've never felt this way after a shoot," he finally admitted, turning to look at you.
Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to make sense of his confession. "What are you feeling?" you probed.
"I feel like I never want to let you go," he said with a soft chuckle.
"So don't," you answered with a shrug, smiling widely at him.
"I don't think I could if I tried," he sighed and wrapped you tighter into his arms.
