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It’s just another morning at the house.

Celine has already been up, getting ready for work. Mira and Reader remain asleep in the shared bed.

Or at least, that’s what Celine thinks.

But no, this morning, her lovers are up to no good.

She hears them, shuffling inside from the bedroom, loudly whispering something incoherent to each other.

Celine rolls her eyes, unable to fully make out what her two brats are saying. She doesn’t have time to deconstruct their murmurs. She has exactly one hour until she has to leave for her work day.

That is, until Mira finally calls out to her from the bedroom.

“That picture Reader posted on her Insta is gaining traction!” She announces. “Everyone is already speculating who she’s sleeping with.”

“As long as it remains a secret.” Celine retorts back.

The photo in question is a picture of Reader, happily blissed out and snuggled between both Mira and Celine, post last night’s events. All three wrapped up in their covers while Celine and Mira’s faces remain cropped out the photo.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it.” Mira answers again. “…You should see the comments on this thing.”

Reader starts to read them out loud while Celine starts prepping to brush her teeth.

“Why does Reader have two girlfriends and I have none?” She chuckles as she reads. “The pink hair… You guys think that’s Mira?”

Mira scoffs. “Who the fuck else would it be?”

“Shush you,” Reader giggles, lightly smacking the dancers arm that’s held loosely around her waist, “I bet the other girl makes them both scream Daddy.”

More comments flow through, “That one definitely gives off dommy mommy energy… See how Reader and mystery girl #1 both have hickeys!?”

“Someone said, ‘best post of the century.’” Mira points out.

“Also,” Reader speaks over to Celine now, “You’re officially dubbed as Daddy and Dommy Mommy Celine now.”

That makes Celine pause. “No.” It’s a short simple, but firm answer. “In fact, I am going to blacklist those specific phrases.”

Mira grins, already a mischievous idea forming in that brilliant mind of hers. “Uh, no, you’re not! We’re gonna make sure you actually want us to start calling you that from time to time.”

Celine stops mid-task, toothbrush deadly still in her hand. “You are not using those labels.” She calls back, trying, and failing, to sound stern.

Reader herself pouts. She locks her phone, and stretches languidly in Mira’s arms, her body half covered by the sheets.

“Not even in private?” Reader pouts a bit. “Dunno… I have a feeling you’d love it if I called you Daddy from time to time.” She practically purrs.

Celine nearly chokes on water as she rinses her mouth, causing both Reader and Mira to give each other knowing smirks.

Celine somehow finishes washing her face, and looks in her reflection. She hates to admit it, but she’s flushed. Irritated, but somehow… Expectant. These are her lovers she’s dealing with after all.

However, the older woman catches the pout, those trained eyes catch everything.

“Absolutely not.” She points a finger in the general direction of the bed, her hands trembling a bit. “Don’t you dare give me that look! I am not-!”

“Please, Daddy?” The pout deepens even more, puppy dog eyes and everything. “Promise we’ll be good for you and everything.”

Celine sputters after hearing the heavy flirtatious tone that Reader practically purrs at her. “Do not look at me like that! The pout. The eyes. None of it! It’s not going to work today!”

Celine is so goddamn flustered that she ends up shoving her toothbrush back into her mouth, her jaw tight. “We are not doing this.” She declares the minute she sees Mira start to shift to match Reader’s expression. “We have schedules and I have a meeting in precisely one hour.”

Mira grins, “An hour is definitely more than enough time.”

The way her voice drips with need and arousal makes Celine freeze. The toothbrush dangles halfway out her mouth.

“Both of you. Put the lips away. We are not having an early morning quickie before my meeting.”

Mira bites her lip, separating herself from Reader and waltzing over to the bathroom. Her naked frame, covered with evidence of last night’s adventures, sways seductively in the mirror’s reflection as she approaches her lover.

“C’mon… Mommy,” Mira breathes, holding Celine from behind, kissing the back of the older woman’s neck, “please?”

Celine swallows, but she holds her ground, even as Reader comes swaying her hips over. She settles by Celine’s side, reaching for that damn toothbrush.

“We just wanna be good girls for Daddy.”

“Don’t.” Celine’s composure is slipping. Fast. “That tone, those eyes. That face. Both of you.”

The toothbrush is tossed to the side as Reader cups Celine’s cheek. Mira’s kisses become more hot, more needy.

“Do NOT. Both of you brats! I am not fucking you before my schedule starts!”

…She does. God fucking damn she does.

Celina groans against Reader’s mouth, her hips slammed flushed between her younger lovers. The rational part of her brain has officially clocked out momentarily.

She bites Reader’s lower lip hard enough to make her gasp before turning to roughly place a hand on Mira’s throat. Celine forces the dancer to tilt her head back, marking up her neck even more with hungry, possessive, and feral nips.

“…I hate you both.” Celine growls against Mira’s skin, her breath hot.

“Mhm,” Reader smirks, her own hands reaching around to unzip the work pants that Celine already had on, and immediately gets on her knees, “we love you too.”

Celine groans, and pulls Mira closer as Reader’s tongue begins to work her magic.

Mira’s mouth parts open at the sudden force that Celine uses. “Fuck,” she smirks, breathless, “maybe we should rile you up like this every morning.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Celine whispers, her voice rough. Her hand grips Mira’s jaw while the other reaches down, instantly inserting a finger past her moist slit.

Mira’s legs nearly buckle, but Celine manages to holds her up, all while her own legs tremble with Reader desperate hunger on her own folds.

“You two both wanted to ruin my morning composure.” She reminds them both, her eyes dark. “Now you both get to deal with it.”

And true to her word, she makes sure that her girls deal with it intimately and thoroughly. All while still managing to get ready on time and look presentable for her day.

“Behave you two.” She warns, leaving both Mira and Reader happily blissed out of the bed. The both of them tightly wrapped in the sheets like a freshly made burrito.

Before Celine steps out, she places a gentle kiss on both her girlfriend’s foreheads. “Drink water. Eat. Rest. Mommy or Daddy… Whichever you prefer, will check in later.”

She’s met with sleepy but happily blissed out mumbles of agreement before she steps out.

Celine hates to admit it, but… Seeing her girls satisfied, feeling refreshed with the afterglow of everything?