You’re roommates.
You’ve always matched her energy.
Eye rolls, sarcasm, little comebacks.
So when she throws something out—
She expects the usual.
Not… what she gets instead.
And you? You didn’t expect to find out her kink on a random Tuesday. ⸻
You’re both in the kitchen.
Arguing over something stupid.
Again.
“You literally make everything harder than it needs to be.”
She says it flat, leaning against the counter.
You scoff.
“I’m not the problem.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
You grab something off the counter.
Turn back to her.
“Explain.”
She shrugs.
“Because you don’t listen.”
“I do listen.”
“You don’t.”
“I do—”
“You don’t.”
You stare at her.
“…You’re annoying.”
She smirks.
“And you’re a loser.”
It’s automatic.
Thrown out without thought.
Like always.
But this time—
You don’t argue. Don’t roll your eyes the same way.
Instead—
You tilt your head slightly.
Pause.
Then, sweet as anything—
“Yes, mistress. Whatever you say.”
Sarcastic.
Silence. Immediate.
She freezes. Actually freezes.
Like her brain just short-circuited.
“…What.”
You blink at her. Feigning innocence.
“What?”
She straightens slightly. Eyes narrowing.
“Say that again.”
You shrug. Still casual. But giggling now.
“Yes, mistress?”
And there—
That’s the reaction.
Her jaw tightens just slightly. Her posture shifts.
Like something just clicked into place and she doesn’t know what to do with it yet.
“…Nah.”
She lets out a short breath. Runs a hand over her face.
“Don’t do that.”
You grin.
“Do what?”
“That.”
She points at you vaguely.
“That—whatever that was.”
You lean back against the counter now. Mirroring her earlier stance.
“You called me a loser.”
“And?”
You shrug.
“Felt appropriate.”
Her eyes flick over your face. Watching closer now.
“You being smart?”
“Maybe.”
A pause.
Then she steps closer. Slow. Testing.
“You don’t even know what you just said.”