“Aww is mommy’s baby whining ,Hm?”

“Your doing so good for mommy dolly.”

“But mommy said come here. Now little girl.”

“Behave for mommy…”

She undresses me, lays me down on the bed, gently touching my body until she gets between my thighs. She teases my pussy until I get all squirmy, suddenly wide awake, begging for her to fuck me. 'Oh baby, I thought you were very very tired. Are you all needy for Mommy now?' She toys with me a while longer, watching me getting more desperate.

Finally after some tearful pleading she finally slips her fingers in, curling them masterfully getting me to the edge in no time. I am so close but I don't have her permission yet so my begging intensifies.

"Don't worry baby, I'll handle it"

"Let me run you a bath, you need to relax"

"Make sure you take breaks today"

"Come lay down with me and cuddle"

Summary: Wanda and Natasha had been raving about watching the game all week, but you have other plans for them.

Warnings: mommy kink. Daddy kink. Fingering (r) receiving. Strap use (r) receiving. Oral (r) giving. Dom/sub. Overstimulation. Use of the name bunny. Slight degradation. Thigh riding. Slight orgasm denial (if you squint).

Authors Note: Hiiii lovelies:) got this request from an anon! Sorry if it’s a little late! Buuuut I hope you like it:) make sure to send me more ideas if you have any, also let me know your thoughts on this one!! Much love <3

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Soft whines and moans leave your mouth as you rock your hips against Natasha's thigh, her lips making lines down your neck, licking, biting, sucking. Her hands on your hips, keeping you at a draggingly slow pace. Your hips slide easily, your slick coating Natasha's thigh. Your close and she knows it, her hands forcing your hips faster.

You match her pace eagerly, chasing your impending orgasm. One of her hands snake up to your chin, bringing your lips to hers. Your legs are tensing, muscles straining from the position. Your stomach tightening, moans getting louder.

“As much as I love this sight, Nat the games about to start.”

You didn’t even hear Wanda walk in the room, out of the corner of your eye you can see her leaning in the doorway of your guys bedroom. Natasha stills your hips, causing you to whine and shove your face in her neck.

“Daddy please!” The plea slips out before you can stop it, earning you a light smack to your thigh.

“Now, now little bunny, you’re going to have to wait.”

Her breath is hot by your ear, her hands lifting you off of her by your hips, setting you next to her on the bed. She adjusts your panties, sliding them back where they belong, picking up your shorts and helping them up your legs. You can feel how sticky you are, your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably, brushing over your sensitive bud.

You knew there was a chance of this happening, Wanda and Natasha had been raving about this game all week. Clearing their schedules, Wanda buying tons of groceries to make tacos for dinner. Natasha helps you stand on shaky legs, her hands on your hips to steady you. You three make your way downstairs, you and Natasha going to the couch, Wanda popping back into the kitchen to grab some plates.

The coffee table has a wide spread of food, from taco meat, to little pastries Wanda had made last night. The TV is already on and set to the channel of the game, you don’t really pay attention to it thought. The ache down low taking up your entire mind space, you cross your legs hoping to get any relief you can.

The game starts shortly after, Wanda sitting on your right, Natasha on your left. They’re both so engrossed in the game, but you can tell how turned on they really were. Wanda sits with her plate in her lap, but her legs are pushed together, her thighs rubbing together at any movement you make. Natasha’s hips shift every now and again, becoming more frequent as the game goes on.

You’re not fairing any better, soft whines slipping past your lips at every pass Wanda’s hand does on your thigh. Sometimes she’ll run her nails along your skin, other times she just uses the palm of her hand. She does it in random patterns, never letting you guess what was coming next.

30 long minutes dragged by, each minute that passes the burning need in your stomach grows. You can’t focus on anything, not the game, not eating, not even your phone. You cross your legs harder, just wishing they would forget about the stupid game and pay attention to you.

That’s when the idea forms.

“Imma go to the bathroom.” You mumble, already halfway off the couch before you realize that they didn’t even hear you.

Perfect.

You slowly make your way to your shared bedroom, stepping inside you start stripping. Once fully naked you make your way to the closet, sliding the door open and pulling out their favorite lingerie for you to wear. It’s dark red, so dark it looks black in some lighting. You slip the piece on, coming to stand in front of the tall mirror that faces the bed.

Taking one glance at yourself, you nod making your way out of the bedroom. When you near the living room, Natasha and Wanda are exactly how you left them. They don’t look up when you walk in the living room, their eyes don’t find you until you’re standing in front of them both, blocking their view of the TV. Natasha registers first, Wanda not too far after her.

Both sets of green eyes drink you in, fingers twitching at their sides trying to hold themselves back. Natasha’s eyes darken just a fraction, Wanda shifting her body so she’s sitting up more.

“Bunny…”

You can’t even tell which one of them said it, before strong hands are grabbing at you, lifting you slightly. Your back hits the front of Wanda’s chest, her hands coming around almost ripping your lace to get to your breasts. Her fingers finding your hardened nipples, pinching and twisting them between her fingers. Your legs are placed on top of Wanda’s, her legs locking yours in a spread position.

Natasha is on you in a second, her lips finding your neck, roughly biting at your soft skin. Her hand tracing your body down, sliding your panties to the side she shoves two fingers inside your aching entrance. Your back arching, a high moan tearing from your throat. She sets a brutal pace, her other hand wrapping tightly around your throat, briefly cutting off your airways.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? Just wanted to be fucked like a slut?”

Natasha’s words earn another low groan from your lips, your head falling back onto Wanda’s shoulder. You’re close already, your legs tensing, clenching around Natasha’s fingers, your back arching. Wanda’s lips are on your neck, her hands getting rougher and rougher the closer you get. She’s whispering sweet praises in your ear, bringing you all the more closer to the edge.

Before you can even get the words out, Natasha’s hand leaves your neck, coming to rub tight circles around your clit.

“No permission needed tonight bunny.”

At her words your orgasm crashed through you, your walls clenching around Natasha’s fingers, your eyes closed tightly from the intensity of your orgasm. Natasha’s fingers keep their pace, slamming into you harder and harder, curling just right to hit your special spot.

“D-daddy please, I-I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” She starts, her lips coming closer right next to your ear. “After all bunny, you were begging for it.”

Her lips find the other side of your neck, opposite of Wanda’s. She bites down, hard, sending you over the edge for the second time. Your vision blurs, waves of hot, sweet pleasure run through you. A loud moan ripping out of your chest, your juices soaking Natasha’s hand. Natasha’s fingers slow, still working you through your orgasm, her thumb on your clit rubbing softly. Your body shaking with aftershocks, walls clenching and unclenching.

Your head lulls back onto Wanda’s shoulder, her lips coming to leave soft kisses in your hairline. Her sweet voice in your ear, telling you how good your being, how good your taking it.

“Color?” Natasha asks, sitting back on her heels, her hands rubbing your calves softly.

“Green” you manage, your throat raw, mouth dry.

Natasha searches your eyes, running her gaze down your chest, seeing your panting breaths. She nods her head, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. You see her step off the couch, slipping off her shorts.

Fuck.

The big strap was adjusted around her hips, she had been wearing it this whole time. Your eyes turn back to Wanda, she herself had taken her pants and underwear off, her glistening folds inches from your face. You feel Natasha come behind you, rubbing the length of the strap through your soaked folds, collecting your slick.

She slides the strap in slowly, your walls pulling it in greedily. A silent moan forming in your mouth. Wanda’s hands find your hair, pulling your mouth down. When Natasha is fully in, she pauses a second giving you time to adjust. Before slowly pulling her hips back, and pushing them forward again.

You let out a breathy moan before licking a stripe up Wanda’s slick, her hands tightening in your hair at the motion. You wrap your lips around her clit, sucking gently, feeling her hips twitch grinding into your face. Natasha picks up the pace, her hips slamming into yours. The strap hitting your cervix every thrust, causing you to moan, the vibrations making Wanda’s legs tighten around your head.

You keep your pace, flicking your tongue over Wanda’s clit, taking it in your mouth and sucking, sliding your tongue down to her entrance. You can tell she’s getting close, her walls closing around your tongue. You’re close too, that tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach, your moans getting louder and louder. You feel Natasha’s hand sneak around, her fingers finding your sensitive bud.

You keep working Wanda, soft moans and groans leaving her lips, her head thrown back, eyes shut. You bring your lips up, closing around her clit once more, sucking harshly sending her over the edge. You work her through it, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

Natasha’s free hand comes down on your ass, her fingers working your clit faster and faster. Your orgasm tears through you, blinding white flashing in your eyes, a scream leaving your mouth. Natasha doesn’t slow her pace, chasing her own high, grunts and gasps coming from behind you.

Natasha’s thrusts are getting sloppy, her hips stuttering as she cums with a low groan, her hips slowing down, her body slumping on top of you. You three lay like that for a while, your head fuzzy and sleep threatening to overtake you. The feeling of still being filled, yet so utterly spent, warming you from the inside. Your head rests on Wanda’s thigh, her hand rubbing your head sweetly.

Natasha shifts from behind you, sliding the strap out slowly. Your walls clench around nothing, causing you to whine at the loss. Your body goes limp, legs falling behind you, a sigh of content passing your lips.

“You did so, so well bunny. Let’s get you up and in the bath huh?”

the woke left: young and fashionable. visible tattoos. often enjoys matcha, lavender flavoring, oat milk, and cold foam. pretty decent customers.

sweet old man: drinks very sweet iced lattes, pays in cash, puts all of his change in the tip jar. sometimes orders hot coffee and i get scared that his shaky old man hands will spill it and he'll get burned but that has not yet happened and god willing never shall.

evil old man: only wants drip coffee and declares it ridiculous that any other form of coffee exists. some variants only want americanos and these variants are even scarier. watch out.

sweet old woman: might need her daughter's help to order but is very bubbly and open to trying new things. compliments baristas freely and frequently.

evil old woman: does not want coffee and only wants sweet tea or soda. will not tip even if she spends three hours in the shop repeatedly asking baristas to fetch things for her.

errand husband: either stiltedly recites an order to you or shows you the order in their texts/notes app. needs to step out of line and make a phone call if you ask any follow-up questions.

grindset girlie: always wearing scrubs, an apron, and/or a name tag. orders the exact same thing every day and knows the exact change she'll need to pay for it. her regular order is both extremely caffeinated and extremely sweet.

#mamabear: is actively wrangling two to four children while ordering. order changes repeatedly because the children cannot decide if they want a muffin or a cookie or apple juice or chocolate milk etc. for some reason these women are always wearing an article of clothing or carrying some personalized item that says "mama" on it.

schoolchildren: band of two to eight adolescents hanging out after school. extremely indecisive but generally quite polite and tip well.

amnesiac in love: grown adult who needs their partner to tell them what they like. gets asked a question about their own preferences and turns to their partner to answer for them. generally acts like a shy child looking to their guardian for behavioral cues if you try to interact with them and only wants to talk to mommy i mean their wife.