#undercoverwhore is in full action today ;)

[undercoverpena]

Jo, Jo, JO. I have to return the favor for your amazing Din ask!

So, let's talk about Francisco Morales 👀 on this beautiful Frankie Friday, and let's talk about returning favors...

WOULD YOU RATHER:

Tease him mercilessly at a party only to have him return the favor by riling you up too -- and this man fights dirty. Real real real dirty. All loving glances and forehead kisses and stay still, baby and wandering hands under the table. No sneaking away, and you gotta behave 'til everyone goes home.

OR:

He returns that de-stressing favor from your latest awesome fic, in the locker room, but it's gotta be in that locker room and the fight's about to end... in five minutes 👀

Tagging Frankie's orangest acolyte @intheorangebedroom because I'd love her take on this too!

omg, babe. i am IN LOVE WITH THIS. also shout out my girl @intheorangebedroom (psst, I'm slowly making you love me, watch).

[also, one second to thank you for saying SUCH nice things about my fic, omg]

okay, so usually, i'd be SO down for a bit of time-pressured mouth to... 🐱 BUT, i'm gonna go for teasing him mercilessly. like can you imagine:

there's a calmness to the storm, the earliest teasing of brushing your ass past his crotch when you bent to get things, hand sliding over the top of his thighs and following him to the bathroom to kiss him, but nothing else.

and you think, foolishly, he's forgotten. that he'll wait until you get home, but he's been plotting.

beginning a game of his own when he tugs you to sit on his lap, hand sliding over your waist, pinning you to him. your hand may be nursing a glass with ice inside—clinging against the side, condensation prickling your fingers—but you've never felt more warm.

aware of his breath fanning over your neck, reminding you of times when you're alone, in your home. and each time he laughs it makes it worse, and you swear he knows it. especially as he keeps shifting, and you wonder why until you feel it.

him.

suddenly aware of how hard he is against your ass, and heat floods across your thighs as he leans forward, lips close to your ear and whispers: "Can't wait to get you on all fours later."

sounds fade. just a dull beep noise in between your two ears as you look back at him. and he smirks, continuing, describing everything he's going to do to you in a low, almost plain voice—like he's reading it from something, rather than coming up with it. and each thing makes the fabric between your thighs more damp. wondering, waiting for him to stop, until he says:

"laugh, baby."

and you do.

watching him swallow, taking gulps of his drink—knowing you're weak for his neck, for him. especially when he slides you to sit across his lap, a whisper of "so you're more comfortable" as he presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet, caring. as though he isn't hard for you. as though he isn't doing this to you.

and you think that's it. until his hand lands on your thigh, just above your knee. fingers tracing, drawing shapes that make your thighs press together, makes you squirm.

desperate, practically close to begging for him to slide his hand up the skirt of your outfit.

but he just grips your thigh, ear close again, "Stop, or I won't let you come later, baby."

and while his face is soft, and unreadable, his tone is deep, gravelly. making your want knot so tightly in your stomach that you almost forget how to breathe.

[i'm warm now]

#julesonrecord #did i thot in an ask? yes #i should be stopped honestly #frankie morales smut #undercoverwhore is in full action today ;)