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Wriothesley was a busy, busy man. The Administrator of the Fortress of Metropide. He was a leader, an enforcer, a man of extreme importance and yet. Somehow. He always finds the time for his sweet, babygirl.
You'd do anything to please your handsome Daddy. Sit pretty and pliant under his desk while he works on his endless amounts of paperwork, some silly topic you couldn't even begin to understand. Wriothesley pets your hair, threading his fingers through the strands while he writes away on his desk. You lay your head on his thigh, dozing off as he tucks your hair behind your ear. His soft strokes continue for hours, caressing your sweet cheeks, running his thumb over your pretty lips.
You kiss at his fingers, leaving soft wet marks on his skin. You hear him hum from above you and feel his fingertips pressing against your lips. You open up for him, letting him press the pads of his fingers to your tongue. You hum softly on his digits, letting your tongue swirl around them softly, earning the softest praise from above.
"..'s a good girl.. sucking on Daddy's fingers? Yeah..? My sweet girl.. such a pretty baby.." He cooes deeply, wriggling his fingers against your tongue teasingly. You sigh dreamily, sucking sweetly on his fingers, coating them in your spit. He grumbles a small sound of approval, spurring you on. You'd do anything to make Daddy the happiest Daddy he could ever be.
Wriothesley beckons you up, to sit on Daddy's lap while he works on his important documents. He misses you, he says, needs his sweet girl up here with him.
You rest your back against your Daddy's chest, he was warm and cuddly despite his Vision alignment. He was so handsome, you muse. His loose tie dangling from his neck, thick forearms that could effortlessly lift you, large and veiny hands petting at your body. Wriothesley slowly, slowly drags his fingers down your tummy and towards your core, lifting the pretty dress you wore, revealing your pretty, achey pussy. He softly circles your pretty little clit, covered by the sweetest little lace panties he had gifted you. He had you spread in his lap, legs parted and shaky, facing the large door to his office, a compromising position if anyone were to walk in.
"Daddy makes his sweet babygirl feel good right?... yeah..? You feeling good for Daddy?" Wriothesley cooes into your ear, pressing into your swollen clit. You keen, nodding eagerly, letting him know just how good Daddy was making you feel. He tuts affectionately into your ear, peppering soft kisses into your neck, scratching your skin playfully with his 5 o'clock shadow. Your sweet pussy dribbles through your panties, leaving an embarrassing little wet spot on the cloth. You whine softly and he shushes you, whispering sweet nothings into your neck. He tells you that you were behaving so well for Daddy, tells you that it was okay, it only shows how much you love Him.
Wriothesley plays with the pretty waistband of your panties, poking at the little bow on the front. He tells you that these are Daddy's favourite, and that you were so sweet to wear them just for him. You feel pride at making your Daddy happy. He snaps the elastic band of the panties against your skin, coddling you when you jump, ensuring you that it was a little accident. You feel his warm breath on your neck, he leaves wet, hot kisses on your skin. His fingers dip past the waist band on your panties, toying with your pussy underneath.
"Want Daddy to stick 'em in? Yeah..? Want Daddy to fuck your cunny with his fingers? Sweet girl… my sweet girl gets whatever she wants.." He breathes hot on her skin, voice cracking in his throat.
He sinks two fingers into your sopping wet pussy, your sweet slick pools around the metal rings adorned on his digits. You sigh out blissfully, stuffed nice and full on Daddy's thick fingers. He curls his digits into you, fucking you nice and slow, relishing in the sweet mewls you cry into his neck. He continues writing with his other hand, licking his thumb to change the page, almost paying you no mind.
You do your best to crane your hips into his hand, attempting to fuck back into his fingers. Your sweet cunny drools with slick, pooling around his knuckles and into your panties. You whimper and whine, working yourself up, hiccupping little cries.
"Is my sweet baby being a needy girl? My sweet needy girl wants more? Yeah..? Nawhh… My pretty baby.. My needy girl" Wriothesley emphasises his sentence with a harsh flick of his fingers. You squeal and nod as your Daddy fucks his fingers quicker into you. Your cunny gushes on his knuckles, eliciting the sweetest and filthiest sounds, juicy and wet on his fingers. He chuckles airily, dropping his pen and caging you to his chest, twiddling with your perky nipples.
Wriothesley curls his fingers meanly, pressing hard into the sensitive little spot inside of your pussy. His hand jack hammers in and out of your core, his warm, heavy palm slaps into your puffy clit as he fucks you on his fingers.
"Daddy! Daddy, daddy~ feels good Daddy!.. 'm needy.. 'm a needy girl!" You babble, fucked silly on just his fingers alone. He soothes his other hand over your cheek, pulling you into a tongue filled kiss. You moan into his mouth, sounds muffled with the movements of his tongue on your own. You wriggle in his lap, pretty ass grinding on his clothes cock as he ruthlessly finger bangs your pussy. He pulls away from your spit slicked lips.
"Is my baby getting close? You gonna come for Daddy? Come all over Daddy's fingers?" He pitches his voice up, sickeningly sweet, dripping in the richest of syrups. You nod feverishly, hiccupping the sweetest little moans.
You feel your cunny pulse, raging closer to your sweet release, clenching sweetly over your Daddy's thick fingers. You shut your legs around his wrist, crying out as you gush over his knuckles, messing up your pretty panties. He fucks you through your orgasm, cooing the sweetest praises into your ear. His palm rubs against your puffy clit, sending sharp spikes up your body. Your cries turn into small whimpers, your hand comes up to grab his wrist in an attempt to make him slow down.
"Now now Sweetheart.. Daddy's not done with you yet.. Thought you were a needy girl? Needy girls need their pussy's fucked~ no baby, no squirming.. Let Daddy take care of you.."