ginger ale (sugar daddy h)

extra: mia tries tying harry up*

"You're doing it wrong."

Mia squints her eyes, glaring down at her boyfriend beneath her. She's currently straddling his waist, his slim hips parting her thighs as she focuses on tying his wrists to the headboard. Typically, the roles are reversed — she's usually getting her arms tied in silk, a pout on her lips as he chooses how he wants to degrade her.

The knots she's attempting to form with the fabric keep coming loose every time Harry does as much as wiggle his body. He can't help the teases that fall from his lips, a confused expression apparent on her face from her lack of familiarity with bondage.

"Just shut up, will you?" She grumbles, "You're the sub tonight, you're not supposed to talk back."

He chuckles, pretending that the knot she ties isn't already falling apart when she switches to his right arm.

"Am I supposed to call you mommy, then?"

Mia shrugs, "Whatever gets you off, I guess."

He snorts and lets her focus on completing the second tie. Finally, she lets out a satisfied hum when she's finished, eyes glowing as they scan over the pastel pink silk wound around his wrists. Slowly, she shuffles down the length of his naked form, leaving feather light kisses in her wake.

"Feels good," he breathes, his cock steadily thickening from the sensation. She nips right below his belly button and he gasps from the sting of her teeth. She barely gives him a moment of recovery before she's spitting into her hand and wrapping it around the base of his length with a squeeze.

"Fuck— look at your cute little hand wrapped around my cock."

She glares up at him, her eyebrows thick with false annoyance. "Good subs don't speak."

"That's why you're always getting punished, puppy."

She quirks an eyebrow and lets a glob of saliva coat his tip. Slowly, she pumps her hand over his thick length, squeezing at the tip before moving back down to the base. Once his eyes flutter shut with a breathy mewl, she lowers her mouth down to his balls, sucking messily. She alternates between the two, stringy webs of spit connecting her lips to the sensitive skin. Harry's itching to dig his fingers into her hair, yearning to pull roughly at the locks as his hips twitch.

"You're such a cockslut for daddy," he groans, "Look at you, sucking on my balls like a bitch in heat."

She hums through swollen lips, the vibration sending chills up his spine. She starts to pump her hand quicker when she feels his body begin to tremble.

"There you go, baby, gonna take my fat load down that pretty throat?"

And then— then, she stops.

Harry's eyes widen, his eyebrows shooting up to his forehead. "W-what are you doing?"

"Edging you," she says simply, sucking her fingertips into her mouth, "What? It's only okay when you do it?"

He smirks. "Go ahead, have your fun, baby. We'll see who wins this one."