{What's this? A third post in one day? I've been working on this for a while and finally finished it. This is a College AU inspired by a post by incorrectWanda on twitter! Also, just a warning but there is some really kinky shit up ahead.}

Wanda leaned against the wall, watching her friends banter over how they were going to beat Stark's band at the battle of the bands. Steve was certain they'd win, but if they couldn't decide on a setlist then they were screwed. They had all used to be friends, be one band… but when Steve's ex, Bucky, returned from his gap year, Steve left Tony and there was a rift in the team. So Steve brought in reinforcements, a grad student, who had played with the band before Wanda joined, named Clint, and someone who had already graduated with a masters in mechanical engineering named Scott. Pietro refused to join in again, since he had joined a band that a professor had set up.

Currently, Steve and Sam were arguing over who should be lead guitar. Bucky was leaning against Steve's shoulder, taking his boyfriend's side in the argument. Scott and Clint were discussing beats, but no one seemed to notice or care if she was there. She missed Natasha. Now she had to deal with all of these boys.

And she missed Viz. All of this battling and alternative practice times was a real damper on their relationship. On top of their classes, which were all different since they were studying different things, now they were forced to go head to head in the battle of the bands next week. Her bandmates told her to not fraternize with the enemy, but they had been friends with Viz once. Until Steve made things complicated with getting back together with Bucky and inviting him to join the band.

Wanda had created a list of potential songs for them to play, but instead they were arguing about who would be lead guitarist or what beats they should follow (when they hadn't even picked songs yet), and she grumbled as she flipped through her notepad. Great songs. And they had to provide their setlist by tomorrow so that the organizers could ensure no one would be singing the same songs.

"I'm the leader of this band, Sam! I should play lead guitar." Steve continued their argument, Bucky reaching for a chip from the bag of Doritos they had brought with them. "Everyone has their role. Wanda's on drums and backup vocals. Buck's got the bass. Clint is on keyboard, and Scott is our, uh…"

"I also play the bass."

"Right! So you can do backup guitar and lead vocals, alright Sam?" Steve offered. Sam grumbled but agreed, and Wanda watched carefully. "Now, what positions should we take on stage?"

"Fuck, Steve!" Wanda yelled in exasperation. Steve gave her a look. "Don't say it. But come on, we need to hash out a setlist now, before all of our old songs are taken by the Iron Legion, or whatever the fuck Tony named their band."

"Oh yeah, we need a name, too." Steve recalled. "What about the Captains of America?" He offered. Wanda rolled her eyes.

"I'm not American, dumbass." She informed him. "I will not lower myself down to a lame comic book name. What about the Revengers?"

"Thor and Bruce took that name." Sam muttered. "They have a super hot chick and Thor's geeky brother in their band. Since, you know, no one thought to ask either of them to join their side."

"Hey, you guys have a super hot chick too!" Scott offered, winking at Wanda. She gave him the finger.

"Don't you dare. I will squash you like an ant, man." Wanda growled, and he slunk into a chair. Before she could say anything else, her phone, which was sitting on the table, began to ring - that ringtone only meant one person. Bucky spoke up first.

"Wanda, your phone is ringing." He said, glancing at the screen. Sam looked too, and gave her a puzzled look.

"I thought you called your father 'Papa' instead of 'Daddy'?" He asked hesitantly. Wanda just grabbed her phone off of the table and hit the answer button, walking to the corner of the room.

"Hey, Viz. What's up?" She said into the receiver, and groans came from the men behind her. She flipped them off. She heard her boyfriend sigh, and straightened.

"How's band practice going over there? We aren't productive at all. This Wakandan transfer student, T'Challa, has taken full reign over the band, and won't let Tony do anything. He says he has some kind of grudge against Bucky." Viz informed her, and she glanced around her at Steve's boyfriend. "Plus, Tony invited his high school-aged cousin, Peter."

"Hang on, let me ask if he knows that other guy." Wanda turned around and held her hand to the receiver. "Bucky, do you know a guy named…" She took cues from Viz on the phone. "...T'Challa, from… Wakanda?"

"Fuck," Bucky muttered under his breath. "I do."

"Who is he, Buck?" Steve asked. Bucky held his head low and shook his head.

"We, uh… met while I was travelling... and I don't really want to talk about it." Bucky got up from the couch. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," he fled the meeting room and Steve chased after him.

"Yeah, Viz. Bucky knows him. How difficult is this going to get?" She muttered. Her boyfriend's reassuring accent came back to her.

"I'm not sure, exactly. But… I know that it won't keep us apart." He whispered into the phone. "I have to go, Natasha says hi by the way."

"Love you, Viz." The call ended, and she turned around to judgemental looks from Sam, Scott, and Clint. "What? So his name is Daddy in my phone. He provides for me more than my dad and Pietro do."

"Weird kinky shit," Clint muttered.

"You act like an old man, Clint." She retorted, rolling her eyes. "Come on, I have a list of potential songs. From what Viz tells me, we are so going to win this battle."

Later that evening, Wanda returned to the studio apartment she shared with Viz and opened the door to see him sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by books and papers. Some of the books had to do with his computer science studies, but some of them were music lists. Viz, however, was snoring against one of his CS books, drool dripping down his face. She smiled and set her bag down, gathering his papers and stacking them separately, as well as his books. She peeled the one from his face and set it down, and he jolted awake.

"Hey, you. Working hard?" She teased, using her thumb to wipe the drool off of his chin. He smiled lazily and leaned up to kiss her once. "Did you eat dinner? I'm sorry that I'm late, we took forever to hash out a song list. Buck's really upset about this T'Challa guy, and I think it's hard for Steve to see him this way."

"I think T'Challa and Tony finally came to an agreement, but we're meeting first thing tomorrow to finish our setlist." He responded, pulling her into his lap, burying his face in her long hair. "Mmm, I missed you today. Did you guys come up with a band name?"

"Yeah, we're the Howling Commandos." Wanda grumbled. "He better not make me fucking go commando." Viz raised an eyebrow and kissed her neck.

"Would you go commando for me, baby girl?" His voice had a deep tone to it now, and it reverberated along her spine. His lips attached to her collarbone before she could respond, and a gasp escaped her lips. "You're in far too many clothes, baby."

"Mm, am I in trouble for it… daddy?" Wanda whined, arching her back as he sucked on the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder.

"Yes, big trouble baby girl, you're going to need to be punished…" Viz pushed Wanda back against the couch and pulled her shirt over her head in one swift move, then pulled his own shirt off. "You came home late, and you're in far too many clothes, that means more punishment." He reached his hands behind her back and quickly undid her bra, pulling it off and throwing it into a corner. His lips found her neck again and he licked down to one of her nipples, swirling it in his mouth, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin.

"Oh, Daddy, you're teasing me…" She moaned, arching her back so her breast was pushed more into his mouth, and arched her hips up so she rubbed against the growing tent in his lounge pants. "Punish me, daddy." He undid his belt and tied her hands above her head with it.

"You better keep them there, baby girl, or that belt will do more than shackle you," He taunted, undoing his jeans and sliding out of them and his underwear in one move. Then he quickly made work of her skirt and underwear, until they were both naked. She eyed his large cock, which was throbbing and leaking with precum, and she moaned out just at the sight. He trailed his fingers down her body and rubbed them against her clit, then dipped three fingers into her wet self. Her moans filled the room as he thrust his fingers roughly inside her, and she arched her back into him. He took his other hand and wrapped it around her neck gently, and she cried out.

"Daddy, please fuck me," She whined, and he pulled his dripping fingers out of her and quickly shoved his whole cock into her roughly, and she nearly screamed with delight. He moved in and out of her at a demanding pace, but she moved back against him in time with his rough thrusts. He tightened his grip on her neck, and her moans were incoherent, probably a string of curses.

"You're talking too much, baby girl," He grumbled, eyes dark as he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. "Arch for me, baby girl." She raised up her ass and spread her legs, and he once again entered her at a rough pace, and brought his free hand down with a loud slap. He kept slapping her in time with his thrusts, holding her hair tightly and pulling it so that she was looking at him. She kept moaning, moving back against his thrusting cock. He leaned down and whispered to her roughly, "I can feel you tightening against me, dirty girl, but don't you dare come until I let you."

"Daddy, please, I'm so close… I can't-" She cried, and she couldn't help but let her body jerk with her orgasm, eyes flitting shut as she cried out his name. Viz shook his head and thrust harder inside her, knowing she would be ultra sensitive, and he slapped her ass hard. His thrusts became more erratic and soon he was coming hard inside of her, some of it leaking onto her back. He grabbed her blouse and wiped himself and her back off, before flipping her back over. Her body was flushed and she was still coming down off of her orgasm high, and he kissed her fervently. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl."

The next day at band practice, Wanda arrived late, hair a mess. Clint raised an eyebrow at her.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I slept in and… well I'm sorry." She didn't want to say that Viz had punished her for waking up late, but it had happened, and she was disheveled.

"Wanda, what's with the marks on your collarbone?" Steve asked, smirking in a knowing way. She pulled her shirt up to cover them.

"I uh, nothing. Bug bites, maybe."

"Riiiiight. Viz really has you wrapped around his finger doesn't he?" Sam chortled, his laugh echoing across the room. She shrugged and sat back down.

"Nah, I'm wrapped around his dick."