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.”