Summary: When you're working your shift at Wanda's bookstore, someone decides to ask you out on a date. Wanda has to make sure you know who you belong to.
Warnings: Dom/Sub. Fingering. Mommy Wanda. Daddy Natasha. Oral (R) receiving. Jealous Wanda.
Authors Note: I had this idea come to me today, this is going to be part of the other story I posted about this. Also I so need help picking a name for this series! send ideas of names and just story ideas! Anyways I hope you love it, this is like my first smut that ive written all the way through, so let me know your thoughts! Much Love ~ H
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It was finally the weekend, no classes, no stress, and a whole lot of time with your girls. This morning you woke up with a jump, because today you had a shift at Wanda’s bookstore. When you originally came up with the idea about a month ago, Natasha shut you down quick. Reminding you that they pay for your stuff, so there’s no need to work.
You begged them, you weren’t the kind of person who could just do nothing all the time. You had spent years of your life playing sports throughout high school, practices every night, tournaments on Saturday’s, and open gym on Sunday. You’ve never not done anything. So you made them a deal, you would only work every other weekend and they would be short shifts. Now this wasn’t part of the deal, but your very first day you knew that it would become a routine.
Wanda wanted to be there while you worked.
Whether it was because she wanted to make sure you were eating and drinking, or she just wanted to spend time with you. You couldn’t tell. But you knew it probably treaded on the line between both. Wanda agreed pretty quickly, a bright smile adorning her face at the mention of you spending time at the shop.
Natasha was a little more on the fence about it.
She reasoned that you could simply just spend time at the shop, instead of having to actually work. It was endearing that she wanted to take care of you, after all it took awhile for them to convince you to let them fund your life. You had argued saying that you didn't want to seem like you were using them, the look on both of their faces when the words came out of your mouth, was absolute disbelief.
It had taken while to get used to, they put their card numbers in your Apple Pay, also ordering you a hard copy to have in case. To say they had money was an understatement, because you had convinced Wanda to show you the account. Using a lot more than words, but your mouth still got you what you wanted. When she finally showed you, all you could do was stare, and gasp, and stare some more.
Eventually you got Natasha to agree to the deal, but with the deal came more rules. You have to take an hour lunch break, per Wandas request (Mostly because she wants time to fuck you on your lunch break). You were to be on time to every shift, you couldn't skip out just because you forgot to take your meds again. The last rule was simple yet the hardest one to follow, see your girls know you love to read.
Whether it be romance, angst, or smut, if you read a good book they wanted you to tell them about it. They loved to hear about your interests, and you loved telling them about them. The romance and angst side was the easy part, but the smut side...that was a lot harder. Not because you were embarrassed, but because they loved to act out the scenes from your books.
It's embarrassing because you get so shy talking about it, every time you guys talked about a new scene, especially one from the books you read. You can't help but shy away from their gaze. Which is a complete opposite switch from when you're actually in the scenes. Natasha loves poking at your shyness, whenever your cheeks get dusty she'll say something along the lines of,
"You weren't this shy last night bunny, when my strap was pounding into you, and you were eating mommy's pretty pussy. No you were very vocal about what you wanted then."
The bad thing is she was right, and you can't explain why it happens.
So now you're at the bookstore, sitting behind the counter with a book on your lap. "Hidden Pictures" by Jason Rekulak, its one of your favorite books that you've reread multiple times. Wanda sits in her office, the door cracked enough that she can see you from her desk. Every now and then she'll come out to see how you're doing, refilling your Owala since she knows you forget.
The bell chimes above the door, signaling someone is walking in the store. You lift your head, placing your pink bookmark in your book to save your spot. A girl your age walks in, her strawberry blonde hair blowing in the breeze from outside. You know who it is, you've seen her in passing a couple of times. She's the girl who took your spot on the basketball team when you quit, you weren't mad of course it was your decision and your glad someone else who loves the sport got an opportunity to play.
Her names Olivia, she's taller than you and she's super sweet in the short conversations you've had. She gives you a bright smile when she sees you, coming over with a book she bought two weeks ago. She sets it on the counter, her eyes never leaving yours.
"Hey! I didn't think you'd be in today, you were gone yesterday."
You were supposed to work yesterday, but you were sick. You had woke up with the worst headache and your throat was super scratchy. After hours of taking cold meds and resting, you all figured out it wasn't the flu, just your terrible allergies. You had forgotten that since spring was coming fast, all the flowers were blooming and pollen was one of your worst allergies.
After taking your three different prescribed allergy meds, you felt like a brand new woman. Wanda and Natasha agreed to let you work today, as long as you took your allergy medication and drank lots of water.
"Yeah, I had terrible allergies yesterday." You grab her book, scanning the back of it to process her return. "but I'm glad I'm feeling better today."
She nods at your words, her smile never fading. When her return is processed you hand her, her refund, your hands brushing just slightly as she took the money. She turns to leave except she doesn't make it all the way around, before she's turning back to you as if she remembered something.
"Oh! I was going to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner?"
The question stopped you, your breath catching just slightly, not enough for her to notice. You can hear something drop in Wanda's office, not a big crash, more like she dropped her pen on her desk. You realize that you have been silent entirely to long, and when your eyes find Olivias she's looking at you with regret.
"If that's weird I'm sorry! I know we don't know each other that well."
Your eyes widen at her slight panic, bringing your hands up in a 'no it's okay' motion. See no one technically knew you were taken, you can't really tell people that the bookstore owner, and her wife the most feared lawyer around, are your girlfriends. That still doesn't stop you from rushing the words out.
"No it's okay! I'm actually taken, I have a girlfriend."
Her eyes widen at my words, apologies rushing from her lips. By this time in the conversation Wanda is making her way out of her office, her jaw set in a way that tells you she's pissed. Olivia stumbles out a few more apologies, turning to leave quickly. Wanda walks right by you, over to the 'open' sign and flips it to closed.
She pauses a moment, locks the door, then turns around slowly. Her jaw is still set, her pupils blown wide. She stalks over to you, coming behind you and grabbing the back of your neck firmly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that you move without thinking. Wanda guides you in front of her, walking you through the door to her office, stopping briefly to shut and lock the door.
You can't help the small pool of wetness forming in your panties, the uncomfortable sticky feeling rubbing every step. Wanda stops you in front of her chair, turning you around and sitting you down. She's silent as she drops to her knees in between your spread legs, her hands coming up to the waistband of your shorts. For a small moment her eyes find yours, softening just a fraction to make sure you're okay. You nod softly, your eyes conveying to her that you want this.
"Yes mommy, I'm okay. I want this."
She didn't wait long after my words before she drags your shorts and panties down in one go, her eyes raking over your exposed dripping hole.
"Is this for her?" She sneers, her hands gripping your hips hard enough that her nails leave imprints. She looks up at you, her eyes dark and hungry. "Or is this for mommy, bunny?"
The need to feel her inside you is growing by the minute, but she takes her time. Her lips find the inside of your thighs, trailing possessive kisses wherever they can reach. Sucking, biting, and claiming every inch of your skin. Dark purple bruises start forming when her mouth leaves for a new spot, her thumb finds your swollen clit brushing over it with a featherlike touch.
Your hips buck instantly, a small whine leaving your lips when her other hand forces your hips down. Her lips still marking your thighs, and her thumb rubbing torturously slow circles around your clit, your stomach burns with need.
The first brush of her lips on your soaked entrance has a low moan tearing from your throat, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair. You know better than to grab her hair without permission, you learned that the hard way. She licks a slow stripe up your slit, her tongue flicking over your clit sending your hips rolling forward and your eyes rolling back into your head.
Her lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking on it as two of her fingers circle your entrance. Her lips still wrapped around you, her eyes find yours, her pupils a shade of black you've never seen them before. She pulls her lips back just enough to get one word out before she's thrusting her fingers inside of you in one go.
She sets a brutal pace with her fingers, her tongue licking you with the same intensity. It's too much and not enough at the same time, her fingers curling inside of you to hit that spongy spot, her lips sucking your clit just as fierce. Your orgasm builds fast, moans slipping out of you freely now, your legs shaking from the pure intensity of all the feelings you're feeling. You're about to cum and she can tell, her fingers curling every thrust, her lips sucking harder, her free hand snakes up your shirt pinching your hard nipples.
"M-Mommy...please, 'm gonna cum."
You can barely get the words out before her fingers speed up, she pulls her lips back looking up at you with a such intensity that you've never seen before. She just stares for a moment, her eyes raking down your shaking body, your droopy eyes, your mouth that is resting in an "o" position. You know you look fucked out, and she loves it.
Your orgasm tore through you before she finished her sentence, your eyes clamping shut, your leg muscles tensing, a gush of wetness flowing down Wanda's fingers. Her fingers keep their pace, fucking you through your orgasm. Only does she stop, when your hands pathetically meet her head trying to push her away from the overstimulation.
She brings her fingers up to her lips, you whine at the loss of feeling full. She wraps her lips around her fingers sucking you off of them, before she places one small kiss right on your clit, causing your hips to jerk. She comes up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She pulls back slightly, her breath mixing with yours.
"You did so well for mommy, bunny." Her fingers find your clit once more, circling it ever so slowly. "When we get home, Daddy is going to want to claim this pretty pussy next."
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