Summary: Wanda and you form a plan to trick Natasha, but your plan doesn't quite work out the way you had hoped.

Warnings: Dom/sub. Mommy Wanda. Daddy Natasha. Fingering (R) receiving. Oral (R) receiving. Spanking. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Slight mentions of alcohol. light bondage (N&W) receiving.

Authors Note: This request came from this 🩹 anon! from this ask! I hope I did your idea justice, Ive been working on this for 3 days...I hope you like it, and let me know your thoughts! Not proofread!

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The idea came one drunken night with Wanda, you were both sitting on the couch, Natasha stuck in the office late at work. Wanda had brought it up to you casually in conversation, like she had been thinking about it for a long time.

"You know, we should trick Tasha," The casualness of which she said it, had you setting your wine glass down, turning your full attention to her. "Im serious! You know how she gets when rules are broken, and she hasn't been teased in far too long."

"Okay...I mean, you know I love teasing, but how would we do it?"

Her eyes lit up at your question, sparkling with more mischief you had seen in a long time. Her smile was wicked as she explained her idea, clearly excited. Within the next hour, you both had a full blown plan.

A few weeks had passed since you and Wanda's conversation, you had forgot about the whole plan, and you assumed she did as well. Except you had woken up alone in bed, your girlfriends leaving early for work this morning. One single text from Wanda was on your phone, a private message.

"Today. Natasha gets off early, and doesn't work tomorrow."

No matter how big your smile was reading her text, you couldn't help the shiver that racked your body. Whether in excitement, or fear that your plan wouldn't work, you didn't know. You knew the first step of the plan, so you roll out of bed and sit in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom. You bring your knees to your chest, legs slightly spread, just enough that you can see your lace panties under your shirt.

You bring your phone up, taking a picture, sending it to your shared group chat with your girlfriends. By the time you stand up and make your way to the kitchen, you have multiple new messages. Three from Natasha, one from Wanda.

You don't respond.

That was your part of the plan, you were supposed to tease Natasha all day, but not respond to her texts. That was one of your rules, no text goes unanswered on purpose. If you're busy that's another story, but if you purposefully read the messages and don't respond, that's when it becomes a problem.

God does it piss Natasha off.

So you open the messages, read through them but don't respond.

"Fuck Detka."

"Needy, little one?"

"Wait until I get home."

Natasha's messages had you squirming in your seat, because if only she knew what she was in for tonight. You set your phone facedown, and had breakfast. A few more messages buzz through on your phone, Natasha probably. She has definitely seen that you've read the messages by now, and knowing she's at work, she's probably already annoyed.

Perfect.

The next picture you sent was after lunch, you had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet, water dripping down your body. With a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you sent another mirror picture. This time one single message came through your phone.

"Little girl, you're walking on thin ice."

You involuntary shiver as you read it, this time you type back a quick reply. The goal wasn't to completely piss her off, you simply wanted her annoyed and filled with tension, sexual of course.

"Im sorry daddy, Wands and I want to make it up to you tonight."

You put the phone down, opting to spend the rest of the day relaxing. Natasha was due home in 3 hours, Wanda 2. So you spend the rest of the afternoon lying on the couch, watching shit reality TV. You must've fallen asleep because the next time your eyes blink open, Wanda is sitting next to you, your legs resting in her lap.

Before you have time to question how long Wanda had been there, the front door swings open, Natasha walking in. She sets her bags down, turning to look at you both on the couch. Walking over she pecks Wanda on the lips, asking briefly how her day was. Turning to you, she leans down bringing her lips to yours. This time she lingers, biting your lip slightly before pulling back just slightly to whisper in your ear.

"You're still in trouble, after dinner. You know how I want you."

Goosebumps form on your body, your breath hitching slightly.

"Actually...Wands and I had an idea." You mutter softly, eyes flickering to Wanda hoping she would back you up.

"Oh? And what might that be." Natasha says, one eyebrow quirked up.

You look at Wanda hoping she would do the talking, you were terrible at lying, especially to them. Wanda gets the hint, turning her eyes to Natasha, looking at her sweetly.

"Well, we know how much stress you've been under with work. So we wanted to relieve some of that stress for you." Wanda trails off slightly, her eyes looking to you to finish for her.

"We were wondering, if we could tie you up for once?" You rush out, eyes finding everything in the room more interesting than Natasha's expression.

Her hand finds your chin, brining your eyes to hers. Her expression is a mix of skepticism and barely there excitement. She's being cautious and that worries you just a tad, your worries ease when Wanda steps in.

"You'd still be in full control my love, just...let us worship you for once, yeah?"

Natasha ponders Wandas offer for a moment, you can see the gears turning behind her eyes. She finally looks between you both, a small smirk forming on her face. You start smiling when she agrees, Wanda's expression filled with joy, except for a different reason. One reason you knew all too well.

After dinner, you make your way upstairs, Wanda and Natasha following behind. When you three make your way into your bedroom, you pull a chair up, sitting it facing the bed. Natasha comes behind you, her hands wrapping around your waist, her lips finding the side of your neck. You tilt your head to the side, giving her more access.

You can hear Wanda rummaging around in the closet, getting everything ready. She comes in front of you both, holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand, motioning for Natasha to sit in the chair. With one last slap to your ass, Natasha sits in the chair her hands resting behind her.

"Little one, why don't you do the honors." Your heart is beating so loud in your chest you almost missed it, resulting in not knowing who spoke.

You nod your head softly, grabbing the handcuffs, kneeling behind Natasha's chair. You grab her wrists softly, placing the cool metal around her wrists. Not getting it too tight, but also keeping it tight enough that she can't get free. Or so you thought.

When you stand up and make your way around to the edge of the bed, facing Natasha, you gulp. She looks good, her cool confidence, even while being handcuffed sends a fresh wave of arousal in your already soaked panties.

Wanda makes her way to you slowly, pulling you into a searing kiss. Her hands roaming your body eagerly, her lips bruising yours. Her hands start undressing you, pulling at the hem of your shirt, tearing it over your head. Sliding your small shorts down your legs, leaving you in just your pink lace panties.

"Mhm my favorite." You hear Natasha say from behind you, you peek over Wandas shoulder. Natasha has set up slightly, her eyes trained on the two of you, her pupils blown wide.

Her eyes narrow when Wanda pushes you back onto the bed, climbing over your body. Natasha's jaw sets, her arms tugging lightly at her restraints. Your eyes are forced to Wanda's when her hand grabs your chin lightly, bringing her lips to yours once more. Her knee slots itself in between your legs, the newfound pressure on your aching core making your back arch slightly.

Wanda's lips swallow the small groan that leaves your mouth, her hands running up your body. Her lips trailing down your neck, down to your breasts, before taking one of your hard nipples into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around it, sucking softly, then biting, then running her tongue over it to sooth the ache.

"F-fuck mommy, please, need more."

Your words are broken by your soft moans, letting out a small whine when her lips leave your nipple, instead traveling down your stomach. Her hands lift your legs over her shoulders, her lips kissing the inside of your thighs softly, then rougher, marking them.

The first touch of her tongue on your clit has your back arching and your hips lifting off the bed. A loud moan tearing through your body, you had been aching for this all day. You peek at Natasha behind Wanda, her eyes are blazing. Yet her tongue licks her bottom lip at the sight of Wanda's mouth on your aching cunt.

"So wet Detka, have you been thinking about tricking daddy all day? Got your pussy all needy, hmm?" You can hear the smirk in her voice, and it sends a wave of wetness down, coating Wanda's fingers resting at your entrance.

Wanda slides two fingers into you, your walls clenching around them tightly. Your eyes slam shut at the new feeling, her fingers pumping in and out at a fast pace. Her lips closing around your clit, sucking softly. Your lower abdomen twitches, your legs squeezing around her head tightly.

"Close already, little one? Pathetic, you've barely been touched." Natasha's tone is mocking, yet you groan at her words. The slight degradation of them, bringing you all the more closer to your peak.

"Answer daddy when she's talking to you." Your eyes snap to Natasha's, head nodding up and down. Your pleas for Wanda to go faster die on your tongue when you see how eerily calm Natasha looks, except her eyes are trained on your soaked cunt.

Watching every twitch, ever clench around Wanda's fingers. You don't have to announce that you're close, they can tell. Wanda feeling your walls clench around her fingers, your thighs shaking as you approach your high. Natasha always knows, she can tell by the flush in your cheeks, the way your eyes glass over, the unshed tears forming because of the intensity.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, please! P-please mommy!" Those are the only words you can get out, your brain solely focused on the heat forming in your lower belly. The tension you had been feeling all day, getting ready to snap.

Just as that tension is about to burst, everything stops. You open your eyes, Natasha has Wanda by the back of the neck, shoving her in the chair. Tying her hands behind her back, just as she was. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh wave of excitement and fear coursing through you.

When she turns and looks at you, her grin is wicked. Her hands coming to rest on your calves, rubbing them slowly.

"You thought you could trick daddy, hmm? Now, whose idea was it? And don't lie to me little one."

Your thighs threaten to close at her words, needing friction. You couldn't lie to yourself and say this wasn't turning you on more, the thought of being punished taking over your mind. A sharp smack to your thigh has your mind returning to the question, your eyes snapping to Wanda's, she's already looking at you.

"W-Wanda's daddy! But I helped!" You squeak out, your eyes finding Natasha's once more. Her eyes flicker to Wanda's, leaning down slowly to whisper in her ear. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can see the shiver that runs down Wanda's body, her thighs rubbing together.

"Come here, little girl." Natasha sits on the bed after she says it, patting her lap softly. You scramble, your body moving faster than your brain. You lay across her lap, her hand coming to rub your ass softly.

"Now, how many spanks should you get? You've broken a lot of rules today Detka."

You know it's not a question you should answer, she's not looking for a number, she's looking for submission.

"How ever many you decide daddy."

She hums in approval, her hand rubbing up your back, down to the curve of your ass. Her lips find your ear, her breath warm and soft.

"You'll take 25, and you'll thank me for every one of them. Understand?"

"Yes daddy!" You mutter out, your head nodding quickly. Your hands gripping the sheets under you, your eyes meeting Wanda's. Her pupils are blown wide, her eyes staring at you bend over Natasha's knees. Your legs slightly spread, your juices dripping down your legs.

You feel the first smack, heat blooming in the area it landed. Your breath catches slightly, a small cry leaving your mouth.

"One, Thank you daddy." The words come out softly, your back arching slightly.

The next smack comes harder than the first, on the opposite cheek. You can tell your ass is already getting red, the heat coming off your skin any indication.

"Two T-thank you daddy."

By the time you get two 24 your a sobbing begging mess, tears running down your cheeks, and your skin is raw and stained purple. Your legs are shaking, yet you're dripping with need. Every light touch of Natasha's hand on your raw skin, has your breath hitching, and your muscles tensing.

The final smack is the hardest one yet, you let out a loud cry, your tears falling faster. Your walls clench around nothing, your hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. Your head swims, the fuzzy feeling returning with every strike to your backside. You make eye contact with Wanda, she's squirming in the chair, her legs rubbing together trying to find any friction to settle the strong ache in between her legs.

"T-twenty-five, t-thank you d-daddy." You sob out, your voice cracking with every syllable. Natasha's hands rub your skin softly, tracing the edges of your welts. Your body leans away from her soft touch, no matter how soft her hands are, the sting ever present.

"Good girl, little one. You took your punishment so well." Her words are soft, her voice soothing the racks of your body slightly.

Her hand dips lower, her fingers running through your slit, collecting your arousal. Her fingers tease your entrance, dipping in slightly, then retracting. Your hips chase her fingers, breathy moans leaving your lips.

"So wet Detka, all that crying for what?" She mocks, her fingers dipping in your aching hole, filling you perfectly.

Your back arches at the feeling, small whines escaping your mouth. Your hips move back, making her fingers push deeper inside of you. She sets a brutal pace, her hand brushing your clit every thrust. Your orgasm is fast approaching, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

"Daddy! gonna cum, please! Please! Please!" You can't even tell what you're begging for at this point, the only thing on your mind is your upcoming release.

You're close, closer than you were earlier. You try holding it, having not received her permission yet. Right as soon as you're about to cum, she rips her fingers away, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. A loud groan of protest leaves you, your hips arching back hoping to find her hand again.