summary: mean daddy harry comes out to play
warnings: smut, bdsm, daddy kink, choking, degradation, spitting, humiliation, collars/leashes, cum play, just really fucking filthy
a/n: this is absolutely nasty and absolutely everything i want harry to do to me (now with fluffy aftercare! i know yall have been asking for fluff lmao) i really love this one so i hope you enjoy, ALSO thank you sfm for 5k followers!!!!! love all of you <3
“What is it, lovie?” he murmured as you nuzzled your head into his chest. You’re not normally this quiet, and he feels the tension in your body as you cling to him.
“S’nothing,” you mumbled, fingers gripping the hem of his well-worn t-shirt.
He nosed at your forehead, beckoning you to tilt your head up to face him, and you do, just the slightest bit. His eyes locked on yours, open and willing as ever. You catch yourself in a daze sometimes, starting into them.
“Know it ain’t nothin’, baby.” His voice dropped a little lower, accent getting thicker as he spoke to you.
Something about his voice, the way it rumbled through his chest and the way you could feel it through your body made you blush. You were always very vocal about your desires, about what you wanted and needed from Harry, but something was stopping you tonight. A shyness you weren’t used to built a wall in your throat.
He trailed his fingers up and down your cheeks, the slight roughness of them catching on your soft skin. They continued their gentle pattern down to the column of your throat, not gripping, just barely grazing up and down. He could feel you swallow. When he drew his fingers back up, thumb and forefinger softly cradling your jaw, the tiniest whine escaped you.
His eyes stayed on yours, intent, as he brushed the pad of one finger over your parted lips. He felt your trembling breath when he slid the tip of it inside.
“Ah, is that it, baby?” He whispered, voice husky.
You nodded frantically, cheeks heating up with the intensity of his gaze. He slid the rest of his finger entirely into your waiting mouth, feeling a rush of heat go through him when you moaned brokenly, the tension bleeding from your shoulders.
He cradled your cheek in his hand as you sucked on his finger, and he knew immediately what that look in your eyes meant.
He leaned in close, nose almost touching yours. “You need daddy tonight, don’t you?”
