You’re an extremely sassy person, never taking orders from anybody, which was, to Missy, extremely hot. Until she actually needed you to do something for her, as you’d always make a fuss. Today, she had enough.

Luckily for her, she has a secret weapon— flattery.

You refused one of her requests for about the hundredth time with week, starting to banter on and on about something. Suddenly, she tugs you closer and puts a finger to your lips.

“My love, I’m sure you have a better use for that mouth of yours other than refusing.”