[MF] you as a primal sub get surprised, used and bred.

You have a free day and spend it lounging in your apartment, not really planning to do much of anything, just casually enjoying yourself. The last few days have been hectic and so you stayed in bed at your leisure, but got up a while ago and had breakfast even though it’s pushing lunch time. 

Your phone is in your hand and you check for new messages, but again there are none. You’ve been a major brat to your playmate of choice for a few days now, feeling rather secure because of the distance between you and the fact you won’t see him for another month. But apparently you’ve annoyed him a bit too much, there was no message waiting for you after waking up and even though you keep checking your phone, you plan to let him cool off on his own terms, a chill running down your spine as you imagine the consequences if he was around. 

You laze around on your couch, checking social media, all in all not being very productive when the doorbell rings. 

You’re not really dressed to entertain, as you didn’t expect anyone. Hastily you pull on a blouse you find first and some shorts. The doorbell rings again and you hasten to your door.

[MF] Troublesome brat gets forced to orgasm.

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation. A joke not quite hitting its intended target, a statement a little over the line, anger met with smugness and already simmering tempers started to boil.
The how doesn’t really matter at this point, because you’re in my living room with one of my knives pointed at me. Cold steel feeling heavier than its actual weight should allow.
My smug smile is frozen to my face and while I start moving slower, but I’m still moving in your direction.
„Lay that down and maybe we’ll pretend this didn’t happen,“ comes out of my mouth with an insulting level of casualness. Nothing in my body language tells you I’m in any way afraid of you, knife or not. It just fuels your irritation. You see your arm swiping at me before you make the decision for it. Well, at least that makes me stop closing the gap between us. 

Empowered by this smallest of victories, it’s you making a step in my direction, closing the distance to nearly being in reach of me, since I refuse to move.