Anonymous asked:

This isn't from the prompt list so maybe you don't want to do it but could you do Rose and Jake in your "Duke Universe" where Duke is away and Rose spends the weekend at Jake's? I'm thinking more of a sexy vibe rather than fluffy or sad?

It definitely doesn't need to be from the prompt list! If you'd like to use the prompt list, it's down below!

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Warnings: written on my phone, suggestive content, and sexual acts

The moment Rose walked through the door, she knew that she was making a mistake, but it was a mistake that she needed to make. It was a mistake that she wanted to make and that was what scared her the most. She put her bag down next to her and looked around Jake's studio apartment. It was clear that he was the definition of a bachelor and she nervously made some off-handed comment about the blanket on the back of his couch.

Jake reached out and took her hand, the simple touch reminding her of why she had no reason to be nervous. He was Jake and, in a lot of ways, he had always been with her. Rose didn't say anything as he pulled her into him, closing her eyes as their lips met. She could feel the passion coming from him as his hands tangled in her hair, his teeth nipping at her lips in a way that thrilled her.

Rose slid her hands under his t-shirt, nails scraping across his muscles. Jake bit her on the neck and she gasped, wanting more and wanting it harder, but knowing she couldn't have it.

"No marks," she gasped. "He's only gone two days."

Jake backed off slightly and Rose hoped that the mention of her husband hadn't thrown a wet towel over the moment. And then she felt guilty for thinking of her husband as a wet towel. She and Jake just stared at each other and Rose realized that he was waiting for her to make the first move - he needed the confirmation that she was going to be thinking about him and not her other life, her real life. And she wasn't. This weekend, she was going to be someone else. She wasn't anyone's wife. She was going to be the person she would have been if she had grown up in the world where she had known Jake originally and that person was Jake's person.

Rose kicked off her shoes and brazenly pulled her shirt over her head. Jake sucked in a breath. Rose shimmied her skirt down over her legs, showing off her body and the red lingerie she'd carefully dressed in before heading over.

"You're stunning," Jake growled, and then he grabbed her.

There was something erotic about the way he was fully clothed and she was nearly naked. Rose felt herself ache with need as Jake took his time trailing his nails down her back, his palm heated as he cupped the curve of her butt. Without warning, he spanked her and Rose moaned. She had always been treated so gently in bed; she hadn't realized how much being roughed up would leave her dripping wet.

Jake molded her to his side, his hand slipping underneath her. Rose was wearing the tiniest thong she owned and it was like the underwear wasn't there as he ran his hand along her slit, teasing the head of her clit and lingering over her entrance but never doing anything that would give her the satisfaction.

"Jake," she begged, dizzy with want. Her nipples were hard underneath the thin cups of the corset she had on and every time he moved, the texture of the fabric made her want to cry out. Her legs were on the verge of giving out and he hadn't even done anything yet; she was holding herself up against his waist.

"Jake, what?" he asked and Rose realized how much he was enjoying the teasing.

"Do something. Anything!" Rose cried out as his thumb slowly circled her clit, giving her some relief but nothing like the frenzy that she needed. "Jake!"

Rose screamed in the best way as his fingers plunged inside of her and he bit her neck at the same time. She collapsed into his strong grip, knowing that he could hold her. He bit along her chest and Rose didn't care if she bruised, so long as the sensations never stopped, so long as he never let up.

She was vaguely aware of the way that he lowered her onto the couch. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd had an orgasm that had left her completely out of breath. Above her, Jake stripped off his shirt, and Rose pulled him down for a kiss, anxious for what was going to happen next.