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⸺ ⟢ synopsis. a slip of the tongue seems to unlock something in wriothesley that he’s never considered before.
pairing. wriothesley x fem! reader | wc. 1.2k words. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. age gap, reader is written to be twenties + wrio forties but no specific ages mentioned. daddy kink. he calls you sweetheart once. almost premature ejaculation. teasing from wrio. | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. daddy kink + age gap are like my roman empire tbh! i must write more of them ueueue ✨
“Taking it real nice, huh?” Wriothesley grunts, his voice low and deep before its followed by another slow, languid draw back of his hips and they clap once more against yours. “You like that, right?”
“I-it’s good.” You gasp, barely coherent. “So deep.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me. Can feel it.”
The sudden brush of Wriothesley’s cock against the sensitive spots inside of you is entirely too much— he can tell, the stretch squeezing a long, whispering sound out from between your lips as your thighs shake around his waist.
He watches you through dark lashes, drinking in every dip of your figure and the pretty furrow of your brows before your lips part and your moan is high in pitch. But the sight of you so pliant like this, struggling beneath a man as old as Wriothesley is, makes his cock throb in a way he hasn’t felt in years— sinking back into your cunt with a heavy swallow when you shudder around the sensitive shaft again and again.
“Think you can take a little more for me? Yeah?”
Wriothesley tilts his head down at you, watches your eyes roll back as you struggle to respond. He loves it.
“‘Yes—d-daddy, harder, Wrio ah!”
Your words are a whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you finally blink up at him and there’s a slight stutter to Wriothesley’s pace when he begins to realise exactly what you just said.
It catches him more off guard than he’d like to admit, and it’s not something that he’s ever really considered getting off to in the past. Well, considering his current title in the Fortress— and the years it’s taken him to get there, he never really thought he would be into it to begin with.
But when it’s coming from you— someone almost half his age, struggling to take his cock with tears in your pretty eyes, and you’re hiccuping on the quiet little Daddy that seems to wrestle free from your throat. Well, there’s no harm in him enjoying it temporarily… right?
“What was that, hm?” Wriothesley coo’s down at you after a moment for his thoughts, but he still readjusts his knees before finding a pace that’s a little faster. His heart feels like it’s racing as he looms over you with a slight furrow to his brows. “Is that what you think about me?”
“S-slipped out.”
“Slipped out, huh?”
Wriothesley’s pace is unrelenting now, his voice low as he glances all over your features and sure, maybe he could write it off as a mistake. But what’s unmistakable, is the way his cock is sliding so perfectly along the spots inside of you and making your thighs twitch, and suddenly he finds himself wanting to try harder in the hopes of hearing it again.
“Well then, I don’t think I quite heard you the first time. So you wanna repeat that?” He’s close enough now that his lips are smearing over your cheek.
“S-sorry.” You try to apologise, obviously embarrassed.
But Wriothesley only seems to push more of himself deeper, harder. Like he’s drawing it out of you— suddenly desperate.
“That’s not it.” He clicks his tongue, and in that same instance you wrap your arms up over his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Try again.”
“D-daddy.” Comes shortly after, and without even realising Wriothesley’s groaning at the way it sounds in your fucked-out little voice.
His eyes close momentarily when your words are followed by another tight squeeze of your walls, almost like your pussy is trying to force him even deeper. He feels like you’re plugging him inside, heels of your feet digging into his lower back, but his mind is reeling from the sudden throb that little nickname has granted him, his abdomen twisting with it.
He blinks at you slowly, smirking, bright eyes still heavy with lust despite the way he’s still thinking about that title— his mind is thick with it. But Wriothesley’s hands dig into your skin before he’s pulling you back into another loud slap of his hips, and he exhales heavily as he pushes into you even harder, thrusts so loud and clapping that you’re left jolting underneath him.
But he still feels like he’s waiting, wanting, wishing you to say it again— just to really test what it’s doing to him and how it’s making him feel.
“Daddy, it…. it feels so good!” You gasp, as if you can read his mind and Wriothesley feels like the room is spinning as he fucks you.
A rough groan scratches from him throat, his voice breathless against your skin as your whispery, lust-driven voice wraps around the length of his spine and squeezes, your hips grinding up to desperate meet his.
“You like calling me that, hm?” Wriothesley growls, his fingers gripping almost too hard at your waist. “Seems someone’s got a little secret. But oh, don’t hold back on me now.”
Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice next, he can tell you’re embarrassed about it but love it all the same. His hands hold you in place against his heavy thrusts, and when he hears you whimper out another little Daddy beneath his weight— he pushes you even further.
“Uh oh, feels like someone’s close.” He teases you, cock grazing past the sensitive, puffy spots inside of you before he’s cruelly tracing his hand between your bodies and rolling your clit.
But Wriothesley’s pace only increases, growing faster with every breathier croon of his name and every hiccupped little exhale that he’s hoping will carry Daddy along with it. It’s like it’s broken something in him, or unlocked it maybe— as he’s gotten older perhaps it’s natural. Almost as natural as fucking a girl half his age feels and oh, that feels amazing.
Too amazing, he’s so hung up on hearing you say it again that he doesn’t realise that he’s twitching himself, his cock heavy as he forces it inside of you with a relentless pace. His lips are at your ear, teasing you as every clap of his hips gets sloppier with your whimpers.
“Don’t go quiet on me now, sweetheart.” Wriothesley groans, his fingers tightening in your skin as you let your head sink into the pillows to moan. His mouth follows you, baring more of his weight down until you’re pressed into the mattress. “Let me hear it.”
“I wanna cum, Daddy.”
It’s so clear, but it’s needy and beautiful and all too much at once. Wriothesley doesn’t realise he’s pulling away until you’re whining, grabbing at him but he leaves you in such a rush— you’re so disoriented.
“W-what is it?” You gasp out with the sudden rush of cold air when he leaves you, shuddering.
“Almost got me with that one.” Wriothesley chuckles, but Archons, he’s embarrassed. At his age, you would think he’d have more control of himself but this wasn’t exactly something he can train for. It’s not like boxing, it’s harder even. “Seems I was closer than I thought. Forgive me, anyway— where were we then?”
His breaths are laboured, salt and pepper hair framing his ageing features but he apologises again with a squeeze of his big hand on your hip. And you forgive him so easily when you spread your legs to let him back in, pussy drooling from where he left too soon.
“Right here, daddy.”
“Thank you for the lovely reminder, I’ll be sure to make up for it.”
⸺ ⟢ synopsis. a slip of the tongue seems to unlock something in wriothesley that he’s never considered before.
pairing. wriothesley x fem! reader | wc. 1.2k words. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. age gap, reader is written to be twenties + wrio forties but no specific ages mentioned. daddy kink. he calls you sweetheart once. almost premature ejaculation. teasing from wrio. | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. daddy kink + age gap are like my roman empire tbh! i must write more of them ueueue ✨
“Taking it real nice, huh?” Wriothesley grunts, his voice low and deep before its followed by another slow, languid draw back of his hips and they clap once more against yours. “You like that, right?”
“I-it’s good.” You gasp, barely coherent. “So deep.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me. Can feel it.”
The sudden brush of Wriothesley’s cock against the sensitive spots inside of you is entirely too much— he can tell, the stretch squeezing a long, whispering sound out from between your lips as your thighs shake around his waist.
He watches you through dark lashes, drinking in every dip of your figure and the pretty furrow of your brows before your lips part and your moan is high in pitch. But the sight of you so pliant like this, struggling beneath a man as old as Wriothesley is, makes his cock throb in a way he hasn’t felt in years— sinking back into your cunt with a heavy swallow when you shudder around the sensitive shaft again and again.
“Think you can take a little more for me? Yeah?”
Wriothesley tilts his head down at you, watches your eyes roll back as you struggle to respond. He loves it.
“‘Yes—d-daddy, harder, Wrio ah!”
Your words are a whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you finally blink up at him and there’s a slight stutter to Wriothesley’s pace when he begins to realise exactly what you just said.
It catches him more off guard than he’d like to admit, and it’s not something that he’s ever really considered getting off to in the past. Well, considering his current title in the Fortress— and the years it’s taken him to get there, he never really thought he would be into it to begin with.
But when it’s coming from you— someone almost half his age, struggling to take his cock with tears in your pretty eyes, and you’re hiccuping on the quiet little Daddy that seems to wrestle free from your throat. Well, there’s no harm in him enjoying it temporarily… right?
“What was that, hm?” Wriothesley coo’s down at you after a moment for his thoughts, but he still readjusts his knees before finding a pace that’s a little faster. His heart feels like it’s racing as he looms over you with a slight furrow to his brows. “Is that what you think about me?”
“S-slipped out.”
“Slipped out, huh?”
Wriothesley’s pace is unrelenting now, his voice low as he glances all over your features and sure, maybe he could write it off as a mistake. But what’s unmistakable, is the way his cock is sliding so perfectly along the spots inside of you and making your thighs twitch, and suddenly he finds himself wanting to try harder in the hopes of hearing it again.
“Well then, I don’t think I quite heard you the first time. So you wanna repeat that?” He’s close enough now that his lips are smearing over your cheek.
“S-sorry.” You try to apologise, obviously embarrassed.
But Wriothesley only seems to push more of himself deeper, harder. Like he’s drawing it out of you— suddenly desperate.
“That’s not it.” He clicks his tongue, and in that same instance you wrap your arms up over his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Try again.”
“D-daddy.” Comes shortly after, and without even realising Wriothesley’s groaning at the way it sounds in your fucked-out little voice.
His eyes close momentarily when your words are followed by another tight squeeze of your walls, almost like your pussy is trying to force him even deeper. He feels like you’re plugging him inside, heels of your feet digging into his lower back, but his mind is reeling from the sudden throb that little nickname has granted him, his abdomen twisting with it.
He blinks at you slowly, smirking, bright eyes still heavy with lust despite the way he’s still thinking about that title— his mind is thick with it. But Wriothesley’s hands dig into your skin before he’s pulling you back into another loud slap of his hips, and he exhales heavily as he pushes into you even harder, thrusts so loud and clapping that you’re left jolting underneath him.
But he still feels like he’s waiting, wanting, wishing you to say it again— just to really test what it’s doing to him and how it’s making him feel.
“Daddy, it…. it feels so good!” You gasp, as if you can read his mind and Wriothesley feels like the room is spinning as he fucks you.
A rough groan scratches from him throat, his voice breathless against your skin as your whispery, lust-driven voice wraps around the length of his spine and squeezes, your hips grinding up to desperate meet his.
“You like calling me that, hm?” Wriothesley growls, his fingers gripping almost too hard at your waist. “Seems someone’s got a little secret. But oh, don’t hold back on me now.”
Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice next, he can tell you’re embarrassed about it but love it all the same. His hands hold you in place against his heavy thrusts, and when he hears you whimper out another little Daddy beneath his weight— he pushes you even further.
“Uh oh, feels like someone’s close.” He teases you, cock grazing past the sensitive, puffy spots inside of you before he’s cruelly tracing his hand between your bodies and rolling your clit.
But Wriothesley’s pace only increases, growing faster with every breathier croon of his name and every hiccupped little exhale that he’s hoping will carry Daddy along with it. It’s like it’s broken something in him, or unlocked it maybe— as he’s gotten older perhaps it’s natural. Almost as natural as fucking a girl half his age feels and oh, that feels amazing.
Too amazing, he’s so hung up on hearing you say it again that he doesn’t realise that he’s twitching himself, his cock heavy as he forces it inside of you with a relentless pace. His lips are at your ear, teasing you as every clap of his hips gets sloppier with your whimpers.
“Don’t go quiet on me now, sweetheart.” Wriothesley groans, his fingers tightening in your skin as you let your head sink into the pillows to moan. His mouth follows you, baring more of his weight down until you’re pressed into the mattress. “Let me hear it.”
“I wanna cum, Daddy.”
It’s so clear, but it’s needy and beautiful and all too much at once. Wriothesley doesn’t realise he’s pulling away until you’re whining, grabbing at him but he leaves you in such a rush— you’re so disoriented.
“W-what is it?” You gasp out with the sudden rush of cold air when he leaves you, shuddering.
“Almost got me with that one.” Wriothesley chuckles, but Archons, he’s embarrassed. At his age, you would think he’d have more control of himself but this wasn’t exactly something he can train for. It’s not like boxing, it’s harder even. “Seems I was closer than I thought. Forgive me, anyway— where were we then?”
His breaths are laboured, salt and pepper hair framing his ageing features but he apologises again with a squeeze of his big hand on your hip. And you forgive him so easily when you spread your legs to let him back in, pussy drooling from where he left too soon.
“Right here, daddy.”
“Thank you for the lovely reminder, I’ll be sure to make up for it.”
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⸺ ⟢ synopsis. a slip of the tongue seems to unlock something in wriothesley that he’s never considered before.
pairing. wriothesley x fem! reader | wc. 1.2k words. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. age gap, reader is written to be twenties + wrio forties but no specific ages mentioned. daddy kink. he calls you sweetheart once. almost premature ejaculation. teasing from wrio. | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. daddy kink + age gap are like my roman empire tbh! i must write more of them ueueue ✨
“Taking it real nice, huh?” Wriothesley grunts, his voice low and deep before its followed by another slow, languid draw back of his hips and they clap once more against yours. “You like that, right?”
“I-it’s good.” You gasp, barely coherent. “So deep.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me. Can feel it.”
The sudden brush of Wriothesley’s cock against the sensitive spots inside of you is entirely too much— he can tell, the stretch squeezing a long, whispering sound out from between your lips as your thighs shake around his waist.
He watches you through dark lashes, drinking in every dip of your figure and the pretty furrow of your brows before your lips part and your moan is high in pitch. But the sight of you so pliant like this, struggling beneath a man as old as Wriothesley is, makes his cock throb in a way he hasn’t felt in years— sinking back into your cunt with a heavy swallow when you shudder around the sensitive shaft again and again.
“Think you can take a little more for me? Yeah?”
Wriothesley tilts his head down at you, watches your eyes roll back as you struggle to respond. He loves it.
“‘Yes—d-daddy, harder, Wrio ah!”
Your words are a whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you finally blink up at him and there’s a slight stutter to Wriothesley’s pace when he begins to realise exactly what you just said.
It catches him more off guard than he’d like to admit, and it’s not something that he’s ever really considered getting off to in the past. Well, considering his current title in the Fortress— and the years it’s taken him to get there, he never really thought he would be into it to begin with.
But when it’s coming from you— someone almost half his age, struggling to take his cock with tears in your pretty eyes, and you’re hiccuping on the quiet little Daddy that seems to wrestle free from your throat. Well, there’s no harm in him enjoying it temporarily… right?
“What was that, hm?” Wriothesley coo’s down at you after a moment for his thoughts, but he still readjusts his knees before finding a pace that’s a little faster. His heart feels like it’s racing as he looms over you with a slight furrow to his brows. “Is that what you think about me?”
“S-slipped out.”
“Slipped out, huh?”
Wriothesley’s pace is unrelenting now, his voice low as he glances all over your features and sure, maybe he could write it off as a mistake. But what’s unmistakable, is the way his cock is sliding so perfectly along the spots inside of you and making your thighs twitch, and suddenly he finds himself wanting to try harder in the hopes of hearing it again.
“Well then, I don’t think I quite heard you the first time. So you wanna repeat that?” He’s close enough now that his lips are smearing over your cheek.
“S-sorry.” You try to apologise, obviously embarrassed.
But Wriothesley only seems to push more of himself deeper, harder. Like he’s drawing it out of you— suddenly desperate.
“That’s not it.” He clicks his tongue, and in that same instance you wrap your arms up over his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Try again.”
“D-daddy.” Comes shortly after, and without even realising Wriothesley’s groaning at the way it sounds in your fucked-out little voice.
His eyes close momentarily when your words are followed by another tight squeeze of your walls, almost like your pussy is trying to force him even deeper. He feels like you’re plugging him inside, heels of your feet digging into his lower back, but his mind is reeling from the sudden throb that little nickname has granted him, his abdomen twisting with it.
He blinks at you slowly, smirking, bright eyes still heavy with lust despite the way he’s still thinking about that title— his mind is thick with it. But Wriothesley’s hands dig into your skin before he’s pulling you back into another loud slap of his hips, and he exhales heavily as he pushes into you even harder, thrusts so loud and clapping that you’re left jolting underneath him.
But he still feels like he’s waiting, wanting, wishing you to say it again— just to really test what it’s doing to him and how it’s making him feel.
“Daddy, it…. it feels so good!” You gasp, as if you can read his mind and Wriothesley feels like the room is spinning as he fucks you.
A rough groan scratches from him throat, his voice breathless against your skin as your whispery, lust-driven voice wraps around the length of his spine and squeezes, your hips grinding up to desperate meet his.
“You like calling me that, hm?” Wriothesley growls, his fingers gripping almost too hard at your waist. “Seems someone’s got a little secret. But oh, don’t hold back on me now.”
Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice next, he can tell you’re embarrassed about it but love it all the same. His hands hold you in place against his heavy thrusts, and when he hears you whimper out another little Daddy beneath his weight— he pushes you even further.
“Uh oh, feels like someone’s close.” He teases you, cock grazing past the sensitive, puffy spots inside of you before he’s cruelly tracing his hand between your bodies and rolling your clit.
But Wriothesley’s pace only increases, growing faster with every breathier croon of his name and every hiccupped little exhale that he’s hoping will carry Daddy along with it. It’s like it’s broken something in him, or unlocked it maybe— as he’s gotten older perhaps it’s natural. Almost as natural as fucking a girl half his age feels and oh, that feels amazing.
Too amazing, he’s so hung up on hearing you say it again that he doesn’t realise that he’s twitching himself, his cock heavy as he forces it inside of you with a relentless pace. His lips are at your ear, teasing you as every clap of his hips gets sloppier with your whimpers.
“Don’t go quiet on me now, sweetheart.” Wriothesley groans, his fingers tightening in your skin as you let your head sink into the pillows to moan. His mouth follows you, baring more of his weight down until you’re pressed into the mattress. “Let me hear it.”
“I wanna cum, Daddy.”
It’s so clear, but it’s needy and beautiful and all too much at once. Wriothesley doesn’t realise he’s pulling away until you’re whining, grabbing at him but he leaves you in such a rush— you’re so disoriented.
“W-what is it?” You gasp out with the sudden rush of cold air when he leaves you, shuddering.
“Almost got me with that one.” Wriothesley chuckles, but Archons, he’s embarrassed. At his age, you would think he’d have more control of himself but this wasn’t exactly something he can train for. It’s not like boxing, it’s harder even. “Seems I was closer than I thought. Forgive me, anyway— where were we then?”
His breaths are laboured, salt and pepper hair framing his ageing features but he apologises again with a squeeze of his big hand on your hip. And you forgive him so easily when you spread your legs to let him back in, pussy drooling from where he left too soon.
“Right here, daddy.”
“Thank you for the lovely reminder, I’ll be sure to make up for it.”
your f/o experimenting with cheeky touches for the first time… a hand resting a little lower on your back than usual, or fingers brushing up the hem of your shirt to touch your bare skin, a touch brushing over your chest or squeezing at your hips to pull you closer, a hand on your thigh— a little higher than expected
⸺ ⟢ synopsis. a slip of the tongue seems to unlock something in wriothesley that he’s never considered before.
pairing. wriothesley x fem! reader | wc. 1.2k words. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. age gap, reader is written to be twenties + wrio forties but no specific ages mentioned. daddy kink. he calls you sweetheart once. almost premature ejaculation. teasing from wrio. | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. daddy kink + age gap are like my roman empire tbh! i must write more of them ueueue ✨
“Taking it real nice, huh?” Wriothesley grunts, his voice low and deep before its followed by another slow, languid draw back of his hips and they clap once more against yours. “You like that, right?”
“I-it’s good.” You gasp, barely coherent. “So deep.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me. Can feel it.”
The sudden brush of Wriothesley’s cock against the sensitive spots inside of you is entirely too much— he can tell, the stretch squeezing a long, whispering sound out from between your lips as your thighs shake around his waist.
He watches you through dark lashes, drinking in every dip of your figure and the pretty furrow of your brows before your lips part and your moan is high in pitch. But the sight of you so pliant like this, struggling beneath a man as old as Wriothesley is, makes his cock throb in a way he hasn’t felt in years— sinking back into your cunt with a heavy swallow when you shudder around the sensitive shaft again and again.
“Think you can take a little more for me? Yeah?”
Wriothesley tilts his head down at you, watches your eyes roll back as you struggle to respond. He loves it.
“‘Yes—d-daddy, harder, Wrio ah!”
Your words are a whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you finally blink up at him and there’s a slight stutter to Wriothesley’s pace when he begins to realise exactly what you just said.
It catches him more off guard than he’d like to admit, and it’s not something that he’s ever really considered getting off to in the past. Well, considering his current title in the Fortress— and the years it’s taken him to get there, he never really thought he would be into it to begin with.
But when it’s coming from you— someone almost half his age, struggling to take his cock with tears in your pretty eyes, and you’re hiccuping on the quiet little Daddy that seems to wrestle free from your throat. Well, there’s no harm in him enjoying it temporarily… right?
“What was that, hm?” Wriothesley coo’s down at you after a moment for his thoughts, but he still readjusts his knees before finding a pace that’s a little faster. His heart feels like it’s racing as he looms over you with a slight furrow to his brows. “Is that what you think about me?”
“S-slipped out.”
“Slipped out, huh?”
Wriothesley’s pace is unrelenting now, his voice low as he glances all over your features and sure, maybe he could write it off as a mistake. But what’s unmistakable, is the way his cock is sliding so perfectly along the spots inside of you and making your thighs twitch, and suddenly he finds himself wanting to try harder in the hopes of hearing it again.
“Well then, I don’t think I quite heard you the first time. So you wanna repeat that?” He’s close enough now that his lips are smearing over your cheek.
“S-sorry.” You try to apologise, obviously embarrassed.
But Wriothesley only seems to push more of himself deeper, harder. Like he’s drawing it out of you— suddenly desperate.
“That’s not it.” He clicks his tongue, and in that same instance you wrap your arms up over his broad shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Try again.”
“D-daddy.” Comes shortly after, and without even realising Wriothesley’s groaning at the way it sounds in your fucked-out little voice.
His eyes close momentarily when your words are followed by another tight squeeze of your walls, almost like your pussy is trying to force him even deeper. He feels like you’re plugging him inside, heels of your feet digging into his lower back, but his mind is reeling from the sudden throb that little nickname has granted him, his abdomen twisting with it.
He blinks at you slowly, smirking, bright eyes still heavy with lust despite the way he’s still thinking about that title— his mind is thick with it. But Wriothesley’s hands dig into your skin before he’s pulling you back into another loud slap of his hips, and he exhales heavily as he pushes into you even harder, thrusts so loud and clapping that you’re left jolting underneath him.
But he still feels like he’s waiting, wanting, wishing you to say it again— just to really test what it’s doing to him and how it’s making him feel.
“Daddy, it…. it feels so good!” You gasp, as if you can read his mind and Wriothesley feels like the room is spinning as he fucks you.
A rough groan scratches from him throat, his voice breathless against your skin as your whispery, lust-driven voice wraps around the length of his spine and squeezes, your hips grinding up to desperate meet his.
“You like calling me that, hm?” Wriothesley growls, his fingers gripping almost too hard at your waist. “Seems someone’s got a little secret. But oh, don’t hold back on me now.”
Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice next, he can tell you’re embarrassed about it but love it all the same. His hands hold you in place against his heavy thrusts, and when he hears you whimper out another little Daddy beneath his weight— he pushes you even further.
“Uh oh, feels like someone’s close.” He teases you, cock grazing past the sensitive, puffy spots inside of you before he’s cruelly tracing his hand between your bodies and rolling your clit.
But Wriothesley’s pace only increases, growing faster with every breathier croon of his name and every hiccupped little exhale that he’s hoping will carry Daddy along with it. It’s like it’s broken something in him, or unlocked it maybe— as he’s gotten older perhaps it’s natural. Almost as natural as fucking a girl half his age feels and oh, that feels amazing.
Too amazing, he’s so hung up on hearing you say it again that he doesn’t realise that he’s twitching himself, his cock heavy as he forces it inside of you with a relentless pace. His lips are at your ear, teasing you as every clap of his hips gets sloppier with your whimpers.
“Don’t go quiet on me now, sweetheart.” Wriothesley groans, his fingers tightening in your skin as you let your head sink into the pillows to moan. His mouth follows you, baring more of his weight down until you’re pressed into the mattress. “Let me hear it.”
“I wanna cum, Daddy.”
It’s so clear, but it’s needy and beautiful and all too much at once. Wriothesley doesn’t realise he’s pulling away until you’re whining, grabbing at him but he leaves you in such a rush— you’re so disoriented.
“W-what is it?” You gasp out with the sudden rush of cold air when he leaves you, shuddering.
“Almost got me with that one.” Wriothesley chuckles, but Archons, he’s embarrassed. At his age, you would think he’d have more control of himself but this wasn’t exactly something he can train for. It’s not like boxing, it’s harder even. “Seems I was closer than I thought. Forgive me, anyway— where were we then?”
His breaths are laboured, salt and pepper hair framing his ageing features but he apologises again with a squeeze of his big hand on your hip. And you forgive him so easily when you spread your legs to let him back in, pussy drooling from where he left too soon.
“Right here, daddy.”
“Thank you for the lovely reminder, I’ll be sure to make up for it.”
i think ppl would be a lot happier and better-adjusted on here if they realized that being online on a website is like being in any other casual public space full of people. if u walk into walmart u dont immediately think to yourself “i have to be friends with everyone in this walmart and if not everyone likes me i’m a failure” and u really shouldn’t feel that way online either. likewise if there’s a guy in the walmart parking lot shouting obscenities u probably wouldn’t answer him and that’s literally an exact equivalent to some of the weird stuff that people on here seem to feel they’re obligated to respond to.
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