You were bored. And when you got bored, things got… interesting.

So when you pulled up to pick up your boyfriend, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. The second he slid into the passenger seat, you flashed him a smirk.

"Hey, princess," you cooed, dragging out the nickname he always used on you.

He blinked, caught completely off guard. "Huh?"

"You heard me, princess." You barely held back your grin as you started driving.

It started subtle. Your hand resting on his inner thigh, thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles. He shifted in his seat, giving you a look, but said nothing. You turned up the heat, reaching over at a stoplight to massage the back of his neck, just like he always did to you. "You’re so tense, baby," you teased, mimicking his usual tone.

He scoffed, though a smirk tugged at his lips. "What is this?"

Ignoring him, you reached into your bag and dramatically threw a few bills onto his lap. "Here, princess, go buy yourself something pretty."

That was it—he broke, laughing as he grabbed the money and tossed it right back at you. "You’re actually insane."

You giggled but didn’t stop.