Little Mix/ Y/N imagines And Preferences (Completed)

Sorry For Doing That 🥵

Leigh-Anne/Y/N Imagine
⚠️ Contains Smut and a Daddy Kink⚠️

(Note:I had this idea from a comment in my last post)

The fight runs through your mind, constantly as you return home from the shop with flowers and a card. Leigh-Anne was pissed off with you for forgetting about your anniversary for the second time. You never meant anything that left your mouth towards your wife.

You unlock the front door and hang up your coat and bag before carrying your gifts up to the bedroom to find Leigh laying on the bed, reading.
"Hey, Leigh-Anne." You greet sheepishly.
"Hello, Y/N" She replies blankly,  her voice tells you that she was mildy pissed off.
"I got you these to say that I'm sorry for what happened earlier." You tell her before putting the stuff on the bedside table. She smiles weakly. "I swear I meant nothing that I said earlier."
"If you say so" She brushes me off. She still seems pissed off so I grab my pyjamas and begin to head back downstairs when I hear Leigh breathe out "Honey, I'm sorry. It's honestly my fault." You shut the door and smirk. "Come here sweetheart" You walk over to the bed and she grabs your shirt and pulls you in for a deep smooch. It escalates quickly and eventually my hand goes down my wife's trousers. I can see Leigh's hand moving towards mine so I grab her hand and tell her huskily "I'm in control tonight, darling. Just relax, lay back and enjoy the show." I can see her relax into the pillows so I pull down her trousers and eventually her underwear. I rub her soaking folds gently. "Looks like someone's excited." I tease her lightly.
"Only for you, Y/N" She replies.
"Where do you want me, my princess?" I look up at her.
"I want your tongue in me, babe." She replies breathlessly.
"Call me by the right name or I won't listen" I tell her sternly which I know my dominance is a massive turn on for her.
"I want your tongue, daddy." She repeats and I smirk before positioning myself over her downstairs area. I begin to run my tongue along her area and I can feel her back buck as she grips my hair which urges me to lick faster. Leigh-Anne grips the bedsheets hard as her moans fill our room.
"I need to cum, daddy." She tells me and I give her the privilege to and lemme tell you she came hard.
"That's my girl" I tell her proudly.