dave sitting in the therapy seat in rose's room as he's going through a particularly depressive episode. rose taking the therapist role extra seriously because she doesn't want him to notice how horny it's making her. dave being turned on by her serious and cutting demeanour, as per usual. the therapy session is paused when she notices the tent in his pants. she teases him for resorting to sex as a coping mechanism, knowing that they've discussed in detail how bro's fuck ass activities messed him up since birth. she knows she has the upper hand, and he lets her drop the notepad to climb on top of him. she grinds on him through his pants, not letting him touch her, relishing in his pained expression and desperate attempts to get something more out of her. she convinces herself that she's doing something good for him by taking his mind off of his aching thoughts for a while.
You had been working Rosés last nerve all day but that last remark seemed to be the final straw. "I'm sorry? What was that?" The way she sauntered over to you with her head tilted and eyebrows knitted together made you unsure if you should repeat yourself. "I- um.. I said.. you were being a baby..." your voice trailing off, you didn't even know if anything came out.
Without skipping a beat Rosé had you pinned against the counter, you felt so small under her gaze. "Is that so?" She traced a finger along your jaw slowly "you've been a brat this whole time along with an attitude that you very well know is unacceptable and yet, you somehow think that I'm the one acting out?" Moving her hand down the front of your shirt slowly she sighs through her nose while smirking.
“Rosé I-” her eyes snap up to look at you, smirk fading into a very unamused look that was enough to shut you up. Hooking her fingers into your waistband she pulls your leggings down to your mid-thighs clicking her tongue to see nothing underneath. She looks at you with a sympathetic pout her hand nudging its way in between your thighs, sliding the tip of her finger through your slit. “It’s almost as if you planned this all along babe, pissing me off, talking back, no panties...” gasping at the feeling of her shoving two fingers in you the way she chuckled sent shivers down your spine. “Judging by how wet you are your leggings must be ruined” her fingers pumped in and out so slowly your hips couldn't resist grinding against her hand for more friction. Whining at her hand being yanked away you watched as she put her fingers in her mouth, humming at the amount of juices she was able to collect in such a short span of time.
Spinning you around by your hips so quick you stumbled a bit only to have her push you down against the countertop holding your arms behind you, Rosé leaned down over you whispering into your ear “You wanted my attention so badly, well now you have it, baby.” you weren't expecting the harsh sting from her hand connecting with your ass, biting your lip she continued to smack your ass just as hard if not harder than the first strike. The heat radiating from your cheeks you couldn’t even imagine how red they were by now, gently she turns your head to the side while tucking your hair behind your ear she can’t help the smile on her face. Having you bent over with your ass such an angry shade of red, the way your wetness drips down your legs the same way the small amount of droll is from your mouth so turned on from her dominant persona she loves seeing you in such a submissive state for her. She was going to have fun with you no sign of mercy even being a possibility.
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Summary: Rose has agreed to become Hux's Mistress, but what does that even mean?
“He pulled off his trousers and the prison issue boots as well, leaving his underwear on. Since she hadn’t specified how he should undress, Hux figured he could take a few liberties and tease her a little. With any luck, Rose would react to it.
As he straightened to remove his undershirt, her eyes moved toward the bulge in his pants and her lips parted. He quickly stripped his remaining clothes off, hoping to make her gasp at the sight of his nakedness.
Instead she took a very deep breath and stared. And stared. And stared. “
When Hux found himself captured by the Resistance, he didn't expect to find all his secrets laid bare to the object of his desire - Rose Tico.
“Getting into the interrogation room was simple. No one would have ever mistaken Rose Tico for being a First Order sympathizer after Finn recounted the story of their escape from the Supremacy. Particularly the part where he’d said she’d leapt at Hux like a wild animal and nearly tore his fingers off just for daring to touch her.
However it did raise some eyebrows when she suddenly strolled through the prison bay, so Poe and Kaydel Connix were privy to the punch she launched at Hux’s face.
“Woah, woah, woah, Rosie! Rosie!” Poe said as he pulled her away from where Hux lay restrained. “What did you do that for?”
Rose just watched as her knuckles burned and the ginger man’s face contorted in pain before glaring at her. “He knows what he did.””
