Imagine your favorite character playfully taunting you when you get home and start trying to work/study, knowing you won’t be done anytime soon and have a deadline/test. They trace their fingers over your back, graze your neck with their mouth, rub your shoulders. You try several times to brush their antics off, and get a mocking chuckle and brief reprieve in response. After half an hour, you’ve gotten nowhere except pissed and horny.
You turn on them as they sit in a comfy chair. In less than two steps, you’re straddling their lap and have tight grip on their shirt and hair. “Listen here, (FC’s full first and last name). You’ve made it impossible for me to get anything done since I got home, and you know full well I have a very short amount of time to get it done. Now you’re going to make it up to me by giving me everything you have until I cum screaming. Then you’re going to make dinner for us. Understand?”
The only obvious response to any of it is how hard it seems to be for them to breathe. You yank them forward by their shirt, give their hair a little tug, grind into them, and say, “Do. You. Understand?“
They moan something that sounds like a yes, or close enough anyway, and pull you in, closing the distance. They will do as they were told.