The Real Frank *smut*

Chapter 1: Huge Fan

Background: You're a new, semi-famous YouTuber who was invited as a guest to your first VidCon. Currently, you are walking around the VidCon center with your friend.
*no smut in this part sry*
~~~
"Why is everyone so far up Tyler Oakley's ass?" your friend asks, as you both make your way through a sea of crying teenagers possessing Tyler Oakley memorabilia.

"I think the real question is, why are you so far up Filthy Frank's ass?" you mockingly question.

Your friend is clearly pissed at this remark, "At least he's not some fucking sappy white boy who creams their pants over how many teenagers buy their merch and shit."

"He sold 'I Eat Ass' t-shirts, I'm sure he creamed his pants when people started buying those."

"My boy Joji is different, let me live bitch"

You laugh it off, as if in almost perfect timing, through another sea of prepubescent crying teenagers, you spot a scruffy haired, half asian looking guy, maybe, twenty feet away from you. You instantly know its that Filthy Frank motherfucker, but what is he doing here? He would never be caught dead at VidCon, let alone any type of room full of screaming teens.

You know not to tell your friend because she would have a fucking aneurism. So you just keep walking in his direction, but try to distract your friend from seeing him.
All is going well for a few seconds, and you notice that you've almost completely passed him, until a voice breaks the jumble of teenage screams.

"Uh, y/k?" a subtle, attractive sounding voice calls out smoothly

You turn around. Filthy motherfucking Frank.

You open your mouth to answer, but before any words escape, your friend screams the loudest scream any ear has ever heard, as the whole VidCon lobby goes silent and your friend lunges into him for a hug.

He is clearly uncomfortable, "Uh, oh haha, are you..... f/k (friends name)?"

Your friend's face goes blank as she stares at this guy in awe, "How the fuck do you know who I am?" You can hear trembling in her voice as if she's about to be a crying 20 year old amongst the crowd of crying 13 year olds.

"You've been in a few of y/k's videos. I'm a huge fan." There's a pause as this "not so filthy" Frank looks at you for a split second, "A huge fan of y/k of course."

Still latching on to this Filthy Frank guy, your friend looks a little disappointed, as if she was expecting him to say that he was a huge fan of her. A spread of confusion fills your mind as you wonder why Filthy Frank would be a fan of your channel. You're just a basic semi-funny, semi-sad YouTuber; nothing close to what the Filthy Frank channel is.

The scruffy guy struggles to detach your friend's grip from his lean body as he turns to you and goes in for a handshake, "I'm Joji."

"Oh yeah, I'm familiar. It's so nice to meet you. Clearly f/k is a huge fan."

He tries to avoid eye contact with your friend and laughs, rapidly changing the subject. "So how does it feel being a guest at VidCon? I was never invited because my boy Frank's a fucking psychopath."

Again opening your mouth to answer without a word escaping, you friend screams, "You're not a psychopath, Joji. You're perfect im every way," she drops to her knees, "I want to fuck you so bad, fuck me daddy. FUCK ME DADDY."

You have NEVER seen your friend like this. You stand there blankly in utter embarassment as Joji stares at you, pain, suffering, and awkwardness in his eyes.

"Uh, f/k, why don't you go get on line for a meet and greet or something, it's already 12:20." You drag your friend up from the ground and push her into a heard of oncoming running fangirls.

"See you later baby, I'll miss you." your friend screams, as she is whisked away into a crowd.

"Holy shit." The only words you can utter out after a moment that really makes you want to reevaluate your friendship.

"Yeah holy shit." Joji's tone is slightly shaky, but still very attractive.

"I am so sorry. I mean I knew she really liked you but I didn't think she would ever do that." your face is still flushed with embarrassment.

"Ah don't worry about it. It's fun to know that y/k's best friend is fucking insane." he laughs, looking at you smirking with a piercing glare that runs chills down your spine. Holy shit, he's actually hot. Papa Franku is actually really fucking........ hot???????

You can't help but stare into his beautiful eyes as you realize you didn't even answer what he said.

"What? Did i say something wrong?" still staring into your eyes, Joji's expression changes to slightly concerned.

"Oh, no, it's just that, holy shit."

"What?" Joji wonders, as you feel as if you're losing his interest.

"Well I don't know how else to say this but, holy fucking shit you're actually so attractive. I would've never expected this out of Papa Franku."

He laughs as he confesses, "Truth is, I only watch your videos because you're hot. You're videos are fucking shit."

Wow. What a dick. You still want him to bend you over a table.

"I'm joking,I'm joking," he continues, "but you are very beautiful."

This comment strikes a little fire in you.

"Hey, do you, uh, wanna take this somewhere a little private," you pause, "I mean because we are kind of in the middle of VidCon and it's really loud."

Joji smirks. He definitely knows what you're up to, "Let's find a place."