Prefect Duties | D.m

prefect duties | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : Snape asked Draco to watch over you in detention

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation (just a lil), praising, dom!draco, choking kink, mentions of alcohol and weed

word count : 4.1K

It was a Friday night, a party blasting through the Ravenclaw tower, yet you are stuck inside the cold palace of the potions classroom, serving detention for Snape. 

Earlier that day you had agreed to help the Weasley twins with their prank, but unfortunately, it had gone wrong. It is not often that the three of you would get caught since you always think the plan through, but since you were in a hurry the prank ended up sloppy. Don’t get me wrong, you successfully pulled the prank– you just didn’t successfully get away with it. The twins, however, got away– slipping into one of the secret passages inside the walls of Hogwarts, you weren’t so lucky. 

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you have gross perverted thoughts about me?? that's so sweet

◇ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — stepdad!bucky barnes × stepdaughter!fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — it's your weeding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — angst, I hope you're crying, SMUT, fingering, oral (f receiving) p in v, light daddy kink, a bit of degrading and mean bucky, light praise, cheating

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and/or follow | I got this idea from reading something on tumblr but I can't remember who posted it, tell me what you think!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“He asked me, he asked me, mom he asked me!” you squealed as you entered the kitchen showing off your engagement ring with a big smile.

Your mother's eyes widened in excitement, she hugged you tight and whispered in your ear how happy she was for you. With pleasure you returned the hug, still not able to believe Peter had asked you to marry him.

“When’s the date, sweetie?” she asked as she led you to the living room to sit down. “We didn’t exactly set a date, but we wanted a summer-ish wedding, like summer but still spring,” you explained your mother who smiled dreamily.

“Oh, yes! May is perfect for that,” she proposed to which your eyes lit up, “yes, yes May is great!” you hugged her again.

“This gives us four months to plan, do you two have any other plans?” your mother asked, she was happy you finally found your happiness in Peter. She adored the young man and always told everyone how he would be her son in law.

“Not exactly, we know that we want to keep it quiet. Just family and close friends,” you explained. You hated having to many people around you and if it was just your family and friends you would feel a lot more comfortable.

Your mother agreed with you, however she fought against the urge to change your mind. She needed to respect your wishes, even if she didn’t want to agree with them.

Just then the front door opened and Bucky Barnes, your stepfather walked in. Your mother immediately stood up and fell into his arms with excitement, confused he hugged her back with a smile.

“What has gotten into you honey?” he questioned lovingly, his wife squealed, “my baby is getting married! Peter asked her to marry him, and she said yes.”

Bucky’s eyes squinted at the news, “did he now?”

Bucky Barnes, CEO of Winter Techs, successful businessman and new husband of your mother for three years now. One day you came back home and walked into your father’s house to find a stranger sitting comfortably on the couch with your mother.

The moment she saw you she got nervous and babbled about how they met, how much they loved each other.

You inspected him more closely as he came to introduce himself, he was the complete opposite of your father. Dark hair, broad shoulders, a light stubble beard, tall as well as muscular and most of all younger than her.

Add to that from the looks he was more your type than hers, you never questioned her why she chose someone younger. It wasn’t your place and after gathering more information about Bucky your questions were quickly answered.

After your father died your mother fell in dept and needed the money, Bucky had money, a lot of money and to top it all off he made her feel young as if she wasn’t almost eighteen years older than him – five years more than you.

You couldn’t believe her. You wondered if she actually loved him or if she just wanted the money and the feeling of youth.

Over time you got to know Bucky better despite your efforts to stay away, it wasn’t just that you didn’t want a relationship with him but also the fact that he was insanely attractive.

Bucky however always sought contact with you until you couldn’t stay away anymore. The man could read you like no other and knew of your attraction towards him. One night, your mother in bed and you alone with Bucky, you acted and kissed him.

This was it, that was the start of your affair with Bucky. You wanted to stop, but he was addicting and to your surprise the relationship wasn’t just sexual, no he took care of you and whispered sweet words in your ear.

Long story short. You fell for him but knew he would never feel the same or act on it which was the reason you decided to move on. The only problem? Bucky didn’t accept it, you landed in bed together more often than you’d like to admit.

Peter could be your salvation, he could help you break the cycle. This marriage could be your way out, right?

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts with a smile on his face as if was really happy for you. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said tight lipped and pushed yourself up from the cushions.

You want to leave as soon as possible, not wanting to be in the same room as him any longer. “I’ve got work tomorrow so I will go to bed now…,” you stated, and your mother hugged you tightly again. “Proud of you my girl,” she whispered and kissed your cheek, “good night,” Bucky nodded along.

With that you walked up the stairs, a relieved sigh blowing from your lips. You needed a shower, thankfully you had your own bathroom which shielded you from any unwanted intruders.

The hot water relaxed your muscles, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Hopefully this would all end in a few months.

After the shower you turned on your hairdryer and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Your thoughts running wild, but the sound of the hairdryer smoothing you.

With a frightened squeak you jumped up a little bit. Bucky had entered with a glare on his face, “marriage huh?” he asked while sitting down. You scoffed at his audacity, “what? Did you expect me to never move on and always pine after you?”

Bucky shook his head, of course not but he wouldn’t let this boy take you away from him. You belonged to him, and he would make sure you knew that.

“No, but you shouldn’t settle for someone like him,” he admitted and closed his hand around yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Someone like him? He’s nothing but good to me, worships the ground I walk on, always knows when I need something, is the nicest person you’d ever meet and he loves me,” your voice broke in the end.

“And I don’t love you? I don’t worship the ground you walk on? I don’t know when you need something, I’m not good to you milyy?” Bucky’s voice is hard, he grips your jaw instead to make you look at him.

He loosened your towel and revealed your naked body, his fingertips grazed over your sensitive skin. You could feel him putting his jaw on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear.

“Tell me, do I not love you?” he questioned again, beginning to stroke your clit. You didn’t want to answer him, his questions were unfair, and he knew it. “Mhm, you’re already wet,” the deep voice sends shivers down your spine, only making you wetter.

“James we can’t,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. A slap on your drenched cunt had you gasping, “what’s my name?” Bucky growled. “Daddy,” you whimpered, a deep chuckle sounding through your ears at the word, “good girl.”

His unoccupied hand closed around your throat, the cool metal sending shivers along the back of your neck. He made you look into his ocean blue eyes, they were filled with lust, lust for you.

You closed your eyes, not being able to look into his eyes any longer. He would draw you under his spell again, you couldn’t let it happen…, “look at me milyy,” he commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist.

“Mhm, you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck,” Bucky praised, his hand fit around your neck like a necklace. The only one you wanted to wear forever.

While his lips ghosted over yours, his fingertips circled your mound. You whimpered, the brunette always teased you to no end. It was torture, sinful, pleasurable torture.

Two of his fingers entered your tight hole, you squeezed them tight as he curled them inside you. The tightness had him scoffing teasingly, “how can you still be this tight? How often have I fucked you yet huh? One would think I’ve stretched you out by now,” he purred against your mouth.

Oh, how true his words were. Almost every night he would sneak into your room and gift you immense pleasure. At the beginning he had to careful as to not hurt you, the first few times he prepped you until he was able to fully fit inside you.

“I have given you so much, and this is how you thank me?” with a sharp tone he hit your certain spot which had you moan pathetically.

If you could, you would have scoffed, the audacity. He gave you broken promises, countless nights of heartbreak that left you crying yourself to sleep. Those moments seemed to overshadow the good ones by now, the ones you should have had more off.

“Poor guy…how will he take it when you tell him you changed your mind?” his words were laced with honesty, Bucky knew what he was saying and meant every word off it.

The way he massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn’t come easy. They never did with Bucky and if it wasn’t for your current situation you’d preen in every second of it. Now, right in this moment, something was difficult.

“Aww, milyy, my beautiful girl...do you want to come? Tell me I’m the only one, tell me you only love me,” if you weren’t drowning in pleasure, you would have heard his voice waver at the end of the sentence. Bucky didn’t want to lose you.

“You’re the only one, I only love you,” the words melted from your tongue easily, no doubt in your tone.

You shakily moaned as his fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spread in your stomach. Bucky had his metal fingers still on your throat but you clawed onto his back with compact breaths as you chanted his name over and over again like a prayer.

Nails digging into the white dress shirt that covered his beautiful body, thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Come,” he demanded, letting go of your throat to steady your back, “come on my fingers, show me how good you can listen to me milyy.”

Listen you did, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Even with the blow dryer on your moan would have been heard if it weren’t for Bucky swallowing your mouth with his.

He almost muted your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven, you wished it could stay like this. Bucking your hips against Bucky’s thigh to create more friction was no use.

As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Bucky in a passionate kiss, it reminded you of easier times…if they ever were. He was the man of your dreams, but he could never truly be yours.

Still in your little headspace Bucky picked you up and carried you to your bed, he turned off the hair dryer before kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll get you a tea and then we will find a way how you can break the news to Peter,” was all he said and then left your bedroom.

You registered his words slowly, you finally needed to break the cycle. Carefully you walked to the door and locked it, sliding down the hard wood closing your eyes defeated.

Muffled footsteps echoed through the door. Bucky tried opening the door. It didn’t open, again, still closed. With more strength this time, still closed. A scowl overtook his features, “milyy, open the door. I won’t tell you again,” his voice hard and demanding.

“We need to stop, this was the last time,” it was hard saying these words, but they needed to be said, “I’m going to marry him, I’m going to marry Peter.”

Bucky slammed his fist against the door, “no, no. Milyy you won’t, no!” A tear rolled down your cheek at the volume of his voice, why did this have to be so hard? “James leave, please,” another tear grazed your skin.

On the other side of the door Bucky had his forehead leaned against the wood, ‘James’ only you used his first name. Everyone else used his nickname or ‘Mr. Barnes’ but not you, it became special to him and strengthened the bond between you two.

“Open the fucking door,” he sounded demanding – he was. Again, he banged his fist against the door before sliding down like you, his hand pressed to the door.

“Don’t, I love you,” Bucky’s tone was softer now and his voice broke while all your dams broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks, “you have to leave,” you sobbed wiping away the tears, “Bucky,” you said his nickname to underline the importance behind it and the need to act as if there was nothing more than a father-daughter relationship.

Bucky shook his head desperately, it hurt to hear you say his nickname in a situation like this. One single tear escaped his eye, he wasn’t ready to lose you.

Neither one of you were able to sleep that night, you cried yourself to sleep, and Bucky laid awake next to your mother not touching an inch of her.

The next day you avoided him as much as you could, instantly met up with Peter. You spoke with him and a few days later packed your things to move out of your mothers home. She was happy for you while Bucky glared at Peter’s back the whole time.

All he could do was watch you leave, his heart breaking with every piece of you that left. To your mother he acted as if he was just a little sad you moved out, she believed him and loved the whole act of him stepping into the father figure.

The months leading up to your wedding you barley came to visit your mother at her house. Bucky laid awake most nights with you on his mind, his heart completely shattered.

Meanwhile you didn’t feel any different, but the attraction you felt towards Peter helped you. Everyday you animated him to have sex with you, made him go shopping with you, tried being with him every second just so you wouldn’t think of Bucky.

Peter didn’t mind, he enjoyed the time and only fell deeper in love with you.

Your wedding day. It was, finally, your way out. Today you had to face Bucky again, he would walk you down the isle – a wish your mother had. Hopefully everything go well today.

Currently you were getting ready, your maid of honour and mother helping you. They talked to you, how happy they were for you, but all you could think about was Bucky. Why wouldn’t he leave your mind? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, you’re marrying the love of your life…or are you?

“I think I need a minute…alone,” you whispered, letting your head hang down as you fiddled  with your fingers. “Of course, honey,” your mom said and kissed your cheek, then moving out of the room with your friend.

As soon as they were gone you sighed heavily, why was it so hard? You wanted to cry but didn’t dare to smudge your make up which took the stylist an hour.

A soft knock caused your head to snap up, you prayed it wasn’t Bucky, “come in,” you announced and to your dismay it was Bucky. You hoped it was your dismay.

“Hey,” he greeted you and closed the door behind him, locking it. “Unlock the door,” you tried to keep your voice strong, to not let him know that he had an effect on you with just walking in the room.

“Please, let us talk,” he begged walking over to you. “We don’t need to talk, it’s too late,” turning your head you looked right into his ocean blue eyes which were filled with hurt.

“It’s not, I love you and you love me,” Bucky took your hands, the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through your body. “If you loved me you wouldn’t still be married to my mother Bucky,” your voice disgusted at the fact that he was still with your mother and slept with her.

He fell on his knees before you, “don’t call me Bucky, you always say James,” he whispered as his head came to rest on your lap. It hurt you to say Bucky as well, gladly you would go back to James, but it would be wrong right?

“That doesn’t change anything. I’m tired, tired of sharing you with my own mother who only married you for your money and to tell herself she’s still young,” you sniffled as the words left your mouth, you loved your mother, but it was the truth and Bucky went along with it.

“You told me you loved me and then went to sleep in her bed, do you know how much that hurts? I wanted to be with you day and night, but can you say the same?” the tears broke finally free. Until the very end you believed him, it was wrong you knew that.

“Milyy, don’t cry, please. I love you, I know I should have left her and I will, I have the papers ready,” lifting his head he loosened his right hand to wipe away your tears.

You were shocked by that reveal, did he lie? Was he being honest? How could you find out? Why did you even care? You cared because you loved, loved him more than you should.

“I can’t just leave. I risked so much for you, I’m done risking everything for you,” you shock your head. In about thirty minutes you were supposed to walk down the fucking isle and marry, and here you were crying, smudging your make up because of Bucky who declared his love for you and that he was close to divorcing your mother because of you.

“I love you so much, I know what you’re risking but I promise you I’m not lying. This time I won’t stay away, I won’t leave. You are my everything, you’ve been for a long time now and I’m sorry I didn’t show you properly,” both of his hands were now on your face catching the tears. Bucky moved his body up to be face to face with you.

You wanted to believe him, no, a part of you already believed him. After all your body yearned for him and as much as you loved Peter, he was no match to Bucky.

“James…,” hope lit up in Bucky’s eyes as you said his name, his first name, “I love you, but…,” was there really a ‘but’? There should be, Peter is a worthy, ‘but’ he should be the one.

“Milyy I’m done, I will show you how much you mean to me,” words hard he bunched up your dress and vanished under the fabric. You knew what was about to happen as you felt his rough pads dance along your skin.

The brunette pushed your white thong aside, “mhm white lingerie, picked it out just for Peter? For the big wedding night?” his voice was muffled but you were still able to hear his teasing word for word.

He latched onto your cunt without hesitating and groaned as soon as he tasted you, “how much I missed this pretty pussy.” At the deep groan you weren’t able to hold your whimper back, why did he have to be this hot?

With his metal thumb he stroked over your clit, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine. His tongue moved in and out of your leaking hole, the feeling of pleasure consuming your body and Bucky’s sinful words filling your thoughts.

“Oh, milyy have you let him eat your cunt? Let him have a taste of my cunt?” a slap on your sensitive mound pulled an unexpected squeal from you, “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

“I did, I let him eat my pussy, I’m sorry daddy,” you whine and oh how quick you were to fall for him again.

He shook his head, mumbling how disappointed he was in you. Still, he let his tongue back to roaming through your cunt, hitting your sweet spot which he found instantly.

As he devoured you like you were his last meal your orgasm approached. A tight knot build up in your stomach, you scrunched your eyes shut only waiting for the blissful feeling to overtake you. Bucky knew you were close, not just your stomach tightened no, your cunt almost imprisoned his tongue.

Bucky’s cool thumb drew circles on your clit before he gently bit his teeth down on your bundle of nerves. A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as a rush of ecstasy crashed into you, it was all it took for you to have one of the best orgasms in months.

With his tongue he guided you through your high, he was proud to have you shaking under him.

Replacing his tongue with two of his flesh fingers, Bucky pulled his head from beneath your dress. “I’m not done with you yet,” a sentence that promised pure pleasure and stilled a need in you.

“You look beautiful in white milyy,” Bucky cooed curling his fingers as he laid his hand back on your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You closed your mouth around his digit, sucking gently exactly like you sucked his cock.

His head fell back and his dress pants tightened, cock rock hard pressing against the fabric. It didn’t help his case that you, dressed in white was something he dreamed off.

Butterflies erupting in your tummy, you understood him. You missed his cock too much, no one was like, could be like him. Bucky was loosing his patience, retracting his fingers, and moving his hands to your waist. He lifted you onto the table, tugging the top of your breast down exposing your lace covered breasts.

“Would you look at that? Wearing a lace set I bought you, do you think he deserves to see you in it or were you waiting for me? Hoping I’d show up?” Of course, you hoped he’d show up, but you tried to repress the wish.

A scowl placed on his lips, “you dare to wear it for him,” he growled as he undid his pants revealing his beautiful cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, thick, and the girth is proportioned along his shaft while the head of his cock is even thicker. Mushroom formed head leaking with precum, his pretty curve you’d knew would hit every spot.

Oh, how bad you wanted to suck him off, “hold that for me milyy,” he ordered, holding up your dress. Doing as told you gripped the white fabric, wanting to do everything he asked of you. “Be quiet, we don’t want your mother hearing you…or your soon to be husband. What would they do if they knew you getting fucked by your stepdaddy huh?”

Your mother would disinherit you and Peter would curse you to the moon, but you didn’t care you wanted Bucky.

Slowly he pushed his tip in, already stretching you slightly, “daddy,” you whimpered. Had he been becoming bigger since you last fucked him? A tear rolling down your cheek, however this time from pleasure.

He continued pushing in, the way he stretched you made you feel a kind of pain you welcomed. “Fuck, see? This is what happens when I don’t fuck you enough. You’ve gotten tighter, I need to stretch you again. You will let daddy split you apart won’t you milyy?” Bucky began moving his hips at a slow pace, wanting an answer from you.

You tried focusing on forming words, but your head felt empty, he filled you up too good. A deep chuckle sounded through the room, “can’t believe I already fucked you dumb,” he could believe it.

“Yes, harder,” finally you managed to say something, and it didn’t surprise Bucky, but who was he to deny your wish? His pace became rougher.

With every thrust he hit your spot, god how much he loved the feeling of you clenching your walls together. When he added his thumb into the play you moaned louder than before. He loved the sounds he could drive from you but it was too dangerous right now.

“Keep making those loud sounds and I will have to punish you,” lacing his metal hand around your throat and squeezing it as a warning made your walls clench resulting in your lover groaning.

If your head wasn’t empty maybe you would have been able to bite something back. Even though Bucky was pummelling and destroying your pussy, you need him closer. Wrapping your legs around his middle you brought him closer to you.

His cock hitting deep inside you, without the dress there would have been a belly bulge visible.

“Missed me so much milyy? God, I’m gonna come and let you milk my cock till the last drop,” Bucky was close to the edge, it had been too long since last had his cock buried inside you.

“Come for daddy,” you tightened around him but needed more, something was missing, “fucking come for me, I said,” his tone became harsher, more controlling. Bucky pressed lightly on your throat. That was it the choking, the thumb circling your clit, the way he split you open with his cock.

A pathetic whine left you as you came all over Bucky’s cock, bliss shooting through your veins. “James,” you sighed over and over again, the name music in Bucky’s ears.

“Good girl,” he praised, his pace becoming uneven as his high neared, “milk every last drop of me or I will paint your pretty face with it and let you walk down the aisle covered in my cum.” He didn’t have to ask twice for you to drain him.

He reached his high and let his head fall on your breast to muffle his groan. You accepted every drop of him like you were told, your hands snaking into his hair to keep him where he was.

The last drop came from him, he stilled in your cunt. Endorphins jumping through the air, you’ve never been happier. Bucky, your James was with you again, “I love you, James,” you whispered with a smile. He wasn’t able to keep himself from smiling either, gently he freed his hair from your grasp, “I love you too, milyy,” with joy he locked your lips with his.

Your hands rested on his cheek, the fire and passion you two held still not gone.

Suddenly a knock on the door broke you from the moment you shared with Bucky. With wide eyes you sat up causing Bucky to whimper as he was still inside you.

“Honey? Are you ready? We’re about to start in five minutes, I’ll get Bucky and then we can start,” your mother’s voice could be heard. Everything that just happened downed on you, how could you fall into Bucky again? No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.

Bucky let go of you and pulled his cock out, dripping with you mixed juice. “You have to decide now, leave with me or marry him,” his tone was serious, “maybe this will help you,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plug and pushed it into your leaking hole, “wanna make you keep everything.”

Just then you instantly stood up, “this was wrong, you’re lying. You will never leave my mother,” you run around to room, trying to fix yourself.

“How can you be so fucking stubborn. I’m going to divorce her, you get that? I will leave her for you, we can be together. You won’t marry that boy, milyy.” Even Bucky was getting fed up by now, he just wanted you and no one else.

“Those are just words James. You say this and that but when are you going to do something!” You raised your voice, after all this time and he still didn’t understand it.

“You say that now, you will divorce her, but what if I marry Peter. What then? You keep being married to her? As long as you don’t act on nothing, I will marry him,” you couldn’t let him bring you under his spell again just to hurt you. Peter was good for you and acted when he said something.

Bucky scoffed, he was serious. Everything was ready, Steve made the divorce papers, Natasha searched him a new house and the missing piece was you.

“Honey?” your mom called again and this time you answered, “I'm coming!” You gave Bucky one last glance, “will you act on it, James?”

Bucky couldn’t get one word over his lips, he wanted to and he already did act on it, but why was is it so hard to say something?

His silence was defining for you, you shock your head with a glare and walked out to your mother who was excitingly awaiting you, “everything alright?” she asked. You smiled, it was forced but she didn’t seem to notice, “I will walk down alone,” was all you could say.

Your mother was confused, why wouldn’t you let Bucky walk with you? Before she could ask you were on your way and the ceremony began.

Peter smiled, even shed tears as he saw you, however your tears were of hurt instead of happiness. As it began you noticed Bucky coming back in the corner of your eye and whisper something to your mother which left her shocked. A hint of hope sparked in your chest.

Everything went like it should, you said your vows, even were able to say ‘I do’ which to you felt more painful than it should have. “Does anyone here have something against this union? Speak now or be silent forever,” the priest said.

“I do,” a deep, familiar voice said. Shocked everyone turned to the one who those word belonged to, all eyes on Bucky, James, “I have something against it.”

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Riding Lessons  -  Two

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader

Summary: It’s your dad’s summer barbecue and all his friends are there. Including the man who’s spent every moment he can with his head between your thighs. The only problem? He’s brought another woman.

Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, choking, degradation, kinda rough, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling), Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),

Word Count: 3.4K

A/n: here’s part two for you guys! I’m shocked at the response to part one, so thank you guys so much!! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this!

Part one

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“C’mon down, Kiddo! Everyone’s here! You gotta make an appearance!” Your dad shouts from the bottom of the stairs, waiting until you finally emerge to head back to the kitchen.

He’s been planning this summer barbecue for weeks, and now the backyard is packed full of people who are all his age, drinking and laughing and having a good time.

And then there’s you.

You’ve been cooped up in your room since the first guest arrived, but it wasn’t his presence that made you hideaway. No, it’s the plus one on his arm.

Bucky showed up an hour early with a blonde woman clinging to his arm and kissing his cheek.

The smirk on his face when his eyes met yours was enough to hurt your heart and bruise your ego, so you took your leave.

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DOUBLE TROUBLE | wandanat x fem!reader

summary・never in your life did you think you’d ever cross paths with your campus’ two most notorious players.

pairing・pervy!players!wandanat x fem!virgin!reader

warnings・(MDNI) — top!wandanat, bottom!reader, wandanat both of have dicks, alcohol consumption, dub-con, groping, oral (reader giving), anal, degradation, slight breast play.

word count・4k

note・deleted my last fic because i didn’t like it, hopefully this makes it up to everyone. <3 english is not my first language, please ignore the mistakes.

Your ears rang as you stepped out of the house, the bass of the music vibrated the ground as you walked over to the pool area. “Hey, are you leaving?” Your friend, Carol, came up to you. You shook your head at her words, “No, It's just too much for me, I'm here for a quick breath.” You smiled, grateful that she was checking in on you. “Alright, but tell me if you wanna go back to the dorms, okay? I'll drive you back.” You nodded and watched as she walked back to her girlfriend.

A soft sigh left your lips, you shouldn't be here. You should be at your dorm, nose between your books, soaking up as much knowledge as you could. This life… of parties and fun? This was foreign to you; a dangerous territory with even dangerous things lying past it. At least, that's what your mother told you. You wondered if you should silently slip out of the party as you didn't want to disturb Carol.

With a final glance at the blonde who was too busy swapping salivas with Monica, you walked back into the house. You cringed at the loud music, the sight of multiple people in front of you who were rubbing their bodies together to the rhythm made you a bit anxious. But, you mustered up enough courage to start moving between them, muttering small excuse-me’s that were drowned down by the music, you finally pushed past the crowd.

“Why are you leaving so early?” A voice boomed out to you and a hand clasped your wrist just as you were about to open the door. You turned around to come face-to-face with Wanda Maximoff, “aren’t you enjoying it, detka?” She yelled over the music with a concerned glint in her eye. You shook your head, “I wanna go home!” You shouted and the woman squinted her eyes, “Really!?” You nodded, and she tugged at your wrist, “Come on, let’s go out!” You let the woman drag you out, her larger body being used to shield you from your drunk peers.

Once you stepped outside, you breathed a sigh of relief, “Why do you wanna leave?” Wanda asked, and you shrugged, “I just don't think I'm having fun here,” you said truthfully. You looked up at the taller woman, why was she even talking to you? This was probably the first time you’ve ever had a conversation with her. Wanda opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a voice behind you, “Hey, I was wondering where you were,” It was Natasha, another person you never thought you’d see face-to-face.

“Oh hi, Y/n. Whatcha doing here?” She smiled down at you. Wanda huffed, “Do you wanna come back to our dorm? I don't want you traveling all the way back to your dorm, you can stay at ours.” She said with an amicable smile on her face. “That’s so nice of you, Wanda. But I don't want to tr—” “Nonsense!” Natasha laughed behind you, placing her arm on your shoulder. “We’d love to have a pretty thing like you around, and let me tell you, the streets aren't safe for cute girls like you.” She said with a wink that had you blushing. “Oh… Alright.” You agreed and the two women shared a grin with implications you didn't have any idea about.

You laughed as Natasha got you into her car, “No way you guys did that!” You giggled as Wanda recalled an incident that happened in their chemistry class. “No, seriously. We did!” You shook your head, chuckling. “So how long have you known each other?” You asked as Natasha began driving, “For like ever,” the blonde said with a smile on her face, “Really?” You asked and Wanda nodded. “Uh-huh, although my imprisonment of her isn't consensual, we’ve known each other since we were babies.” The redhead smirked, “That’s her way of saying she loves being around me,” Natasha said, flashing you a smile as she sped up the car. “No I don't,” Wanda whispered into your ear, making you giggle.

You didn't notice how Wanda’s hand landed on your thigh, stroking the supple skin, as she talked to you. Nor did you notice how Natasha’s brushed against your chest every now and then. “Y/n, who did you come to the party with?” Natasha asked, “I came with Carol,” you replied, leaning out the window, letting the wind brush against your face Wanda tutted, “Don’t do that, baby. It’s dangerous,” you flushed at her pet name, and let the woman pull you back into the car.

“You know we could watch a movie or two back at our place, the night’s still young, what do you say?” You nodded, “that’d be a good idea.”

+

“What drink do you want?” Wanda called out from the kitchen, “Uh… a coke would be fine!” You said, and Natasha chuckled, “No, you silly girl, she’s asking what drink you want, as in alcohol.”

Your mouth formed an ‘oh’ as you looked at her. “Well… I don't know, the normal type, I guess?” You said with a nervous giggle. “She wants a whiskey, Wanda!” Natasha barked to her friend who chuckled in response.

“A whiskey?” You asked a bit alarmed, “Isn’t that strong?” You asked her, “Nah, it's fine. Just drink slowly, detka.”

You hummed, “I don’t drink that much, only when I’m back home. My daddy lets me take a sip from his glass,” you giggled, “That’s adorable, baby.” Wanda came in with two glasses in her hand, “hey, where’s mine?” Natasha asked, “in the kitchen,” the redhead said nonchalantly before pulling you to the couch with her.

“Have you decided which movie we’re gonna watch?” Wanda asked, snaking her arm around your waist. “Oh, I don't know,” you sighed, “I have no idea,” you said with a shrug, taking a sip from your glass. Your face scrunched at the bitter taste in your mouth.

“Eugh, how do you drink this?” You sputtered out with a small cough as you felt the liquid run down your throat, burning it. Wanda laughed at your reaction, downing her cup in one go, she patted your shoulder. “It gets better with experience,” she said, and you giggled. “You want more?” Natasha came into the room with a bottle in her hand that looked like it was freshly opened and a glass in the other.

You shook your head while waving your hands in front of you, “I don't, I can't handle the taste,” you admitted sheepishly, and the blonde hummed, “This one’s different, Wanda’s alcohol taste sucks.” She said, grinning as she sat next to you, “Hey!” Wanda exclaimed, “Oops, didn’t you see there,” Natasha offered her a tight-lipped smile before turning back to you. “Here, you can take a sip from my cup, detka.”

She placed the cup in front of your lips and you cast her a dubious look, “don’t worry,” she said with a reassuring smile on her face. You took a small sip and hummed. This was much better! “It tastes a bit sweet,” you hummed, licking the leftover liquor on your lips. The two women shared a knowing smile before looking back at you. “See? So do you agree that I have much better taste in alcohol than her?” Natasha finished the remaining liquid and motioned Wanda to pour more. “Sorry, Wanda. But I have to agree with Nat on this one,” you said, and the redhead huffed. “Whatever.”

Natasha rested her head on your shoulder, “drink some more, Y/n!” She giggled, pouring you more and you chuckled, “Just a bit more, I don’t want to wake up with a hangover.” You hummed as you took another sip. It felt like a heavy weight had settled itself on your bones, “Have another one.” You couldn’t understand who had told you that, mind only focusing on how fuzzy your body felt. Not noticing a hand that was cupping your breast or the other hand that had slipped itself inside your shirt, “Hey, why does this feel weird?” you asked with a small giggle.

“Because you’re a lightweight, detka.” Wanda cooed, rubbing up and down your side, “It’s cute” Natasha whispered into your ear. And you sighed, “Can I have some more?” Your words came out slurred, but Natasha knew all too well. “Of course, here you go sweetheart.”

“Mmh,” you mumbled, head lolling over Natasha’s chest. “Big,” you said, squeezing her biceps and she laughed.

“Do you like them?” She asked and you nodded. “Wait until you see mine,” Wanda boasted, flexing her arm in front of your face. “Why are there two of you?” You groaned, looking up at Natasha who smiled down at you.

“Silly girl, you’re so cute.” Wanda’s hand cupped your bare breast, giving it a small squeeze and you whined. “Ugh,” you said, squirming onto her lap. “F-feels so weird,” you mumbled. “Shh, it’s nothing.” Wanda placed a small kiss on your cheek and you giggled. “What was that for?” You asked, touching the spot where she had just kissed.

Natasha shifted you in her lap, “You’re so cute, detka.” She giggled, her hands palming your breast, “Such a pretty body too.” Wanda nodded in agreement, “So fucking pretty.” Her mouth left another kiss directly between your chest and you gasped, “What are you doing?” You sat up straighter on Natasha’s lap and felt something rub against you. “Hey, relax” Wanda hushed, “Just let us do our thing, okay?” You hesitated for a moment, “Trust us, detka.” Natasha whispered, and you groaned, “Feels weird.”

“I know baby, I know. Let us make it better for you,” Natasha pressed herself against your ass, letting you feel how hard she was. The two women looked at you with huge smiles on their faces.

“Be a good girl.” Wanda whispered, her lips finding your clothed breast, “Uhhh” you whined, this wasn’t something you were used to. “Nat what’re—” you moaned, as her fingers found your clothed cunt. When did she reach there? “Oh shit, detka. You’re soaked.” Natasha chuckled as she languidly rubbed her hand against you.

Wanda’s mouth was latched onto your other breast. Your head felt so full and your body was so hot. “S-stop feels weird.” You pushed Wanda off your body, and Natasha kissed your ear, “C’mon baby, you want us.” She groaned, trying to slip her hands inside your panties. You whined, “Nooooo” You tried to get off her lap, and you stumbled onto the floor, blinking rapidly as you tried to get a hold of yourself.

“Don’t do that. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Wanda mumbled, pushing you down onto the floor. The two women looked down at you, arousal pooling in their stomachs as you looked up at them with dazed eyes. “You look so fuckable right now,” Natasha said, reaching down to grab your hair.

Your eyes fell upon their bulges, “Wanda…” You mumbled, turning towards the redhead. “I’m sleepy,” you rubbed your eyes. “You’re not making it easy for us, detka,” Wanda said, standing up as she unbuckled her belt. “C’mon, baby. Let’s have fun.” Natasha followed her suit and did the same. You shook underneath them, their bulges standing prominently in front of your face.

Wanda was the first to pull out her cock, the hard length bounced out of her boxers, and Natasha’s did too. “You can pick which one you wanna suck off,” she said, holding her cock. You bristled with nervousness, “I- I haven’t done anything like this before.” You whispered, hoping that they wouldn’t hear it.

“We know.” Wanda said, smiling. You looked at her with a confused look on your face. “God, nobody hasn’t touched you?” Natasha groaned, her first already pumping her cock, you watched as a little bit of pre-cum dripped out of it. “This one’s impatient, but choose fast. It’s starting to hurt now.” Wanda groaned, and you gulped before pointing towards Natasha who grinned proudly at you.

“Told you she liked me more.” She nudged Wanda’s shoulder with a cocky grin on her face before closing in on you, her cock pressed against your lips, gently easing it open. You coughed as the huge thing entered into your mouth. Wanda came closer to you, “jerk me off.” She commanded and shoved her cock to your side. “Ugh, who’s the impatien— Ah! Don’t bite!” Natasha yelled and you quickly babbled an apology.

“Karma’s a bitch.” Wanda chuckled, and Natasha rolled her eyes. “Suck it, Y/n.” She ordered, and you hollowed your cheeks out, “like t-this?” You mumbled with her still in your mouth, Natasha huffed.

“Forget it,” she said, before grabbing the back of your head, she thrust her hips and slammed herself deeply into you. A strangled scream left your throat at the rough act, and tears flowed from your eyes as she started slamming into you. “Y/n,” Wanda groaned, grabbing your hand, she encircled it around her cock. “Move it up and down,” she said and you tried your best to do what she asked.

Groans left Natasha’s mouth as she fucked into you. “Yeah, that’s it. Take me like a fucking champ.” She grunted each syllable with her thrust and you whined, throat burning as her length went in and out of you. “Shit,” Wanda huffed. “Natty, don’t hog her. Let me try,” she pushed the blonde away from you, and you couldn’t even breathe as Wanda’s cock entered your mouth.

“Ugh, I—” She moaned loudly, Natasha motioned you to jerk her off, “go— oh fuck, she feels so fucking good.” Wanda’s head was thrown back as she used you like a toy. “Breathe through your nose,” Natasha instructed when she noticed your face. “Move, it’s my turn.” Natasha forced Wanda out of your mouth before entering back, “If this— fuck. If this is what your mouth is like, can’t wait to feel your cunt.” Natasha rasped, bucking herself wildly into you.

You closed your eyes as she fucked your mouth, you could feel your throat bulge everytime she entered before slipping back out. Your knees hurt from the position you were in and you felt her cock shift in you, “if you’re gonna cum do it on her face.” Wanda huffed, and Natasha nodded. “Let’s treat her like the slut she is.”

With a few more thrusts, Natasha sharply groaned before pulling out and cumming all over your face, her juices ran down your cheek and a satisfied chuckle was heard from her. “My turn,” You let out a high-pitched scream as Wanda entered your mouth, “Oops, sorry.” She giggled, her hands gripped your head and moved you up and down her. Natasha meanwhile went behind you, a low whistle as she looked at the wetness pooling between your legs.

“She loves getting her face fucked,” Natasha said to Wanda who was too lost in pleasure to acknowledge what she had just said. “Shit, Y/n. You’re like a mini fountain.” Natasha kicked apart your legs and giggled as desperately mewled. Tears, drool and her cum ran down your chin and soon enough Wanda had reached her peak, with a loud howl, the redhead came inside your. Her liquid running down your aching throat. “Swallow all of it.”

With a groan you fell onto the floor, gasping for air as you tried to recover from the harsh fucking you had gone through. “Oh shit, she did this?” Wanda asked, looking at the growing wet patch on the floor. “Yup, told you, the quiet girls are always the nastiest.” Wanda chortled at her statement, before kneeling down onto the floor, “I get her pussy first.” Wanda declared, flipping you onto your back, you softly moaned as she settled herself between your legs.

“Fine, I’ll take her ass then.” Natasha said, she came behind you and settled you down on her lap. “Are you tired, sweet thing?” She asked with a small hum, and you nodded your head. “Too bad, there’s so much more we want to do with you.”

The redhead smiled at sight in front of her, your fucked our face should be hung in art museum. “So pretty, isn’t she, Tasha?” She asked and the woman in question nodded. She watched as her hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, a soft whine slipped out of your mouth when Natasha’s semi-hard dick rubbed against your cunt. “Ooh, poor thing. She’s too sensitive.” Wanda giggled, before pushing your legs apart. “Natty,” you whined, trying to bury yourself into her body.

Wanda raised her eyebrow, “when did you become her girl?” She asked, tugging at your panties. “You don’t need this anymore, you’ve ruined it,” she tugged it off of you, licking her lips as she took in the sight of your drooling cunt. “Shit,” Wanda mumbled, her cock throbbing at the sight of your spread legs. “Natasha, you sure she’s a virgin? She’s dripping like a whore,” she chuckled darkly and you squirmed under her gaze.

“God, can't wait to ruin this pretty pussy.” Natasha groaned, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. A small moan slipped out at this, “Dirty girl,” Wanda smacked your thigh, making you cry out. “You’re gonna take me well aren’t you?” She asked and you nodded, “Jeez, she looks so stupidly cute,” Natasha giggled at you.

Wanda hummed in agreement before positioning herself against you. “Here we go, Y/n.” She groaned as her tip pressed against your hole and Natasha had to hold you by the waist to prevent you from moving too much. “A-Ah!” you cried out at the invasion. “It hurts,” you whimpered, but Natasha hushed you, “Don’t worry. It’ll feel so fucking good, we promise.” She kissed your wet cheek, and Wanda let out a huff, “She’s too tight, I don’t think the both of us will fit.”

Natasha smiled, “She just needs to relax. Come on, detka, it’ll be fine,” she said, pressing a kiss onto your head. You sniffled as Wanda eased into you. Her cock throbbing inside you, a small groan left your lips, “I can’t,” you cried, but the redhead just smiled at you. “I'm halfway in, just a bit more.” Wanda pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before she fully filled you up. “Oh fuck,” you cried, tears slipping out of your eyes as her cock snuggled against your cervix.

“Look at that.”

Wanda cooed, placing a hand on your stomach. “I can see myself inside of you, baby.” Natasha chuckled, “y’know what detka? I'll take your ass this time,” she said, pressing a kiss to the curve of your neck. “I—” you gasped, but the words died inside your mouth when Natasha’s cock spread your cheeks apart. “I think this is enough lube,” she said, before pressing herself into you with a grunt.

“Aw, Natty, be gentle. She looks like she’s about to explode.” Wanda giggled at your face, you tried to talk back to her but found yourself unable to speak as her cock began entering your other hole. “W-wait, I can't!” You cried out, “Oh, fuck.” Natasha breathed against you as she entered you. “So tight, you feel so good.” Wanda tried to peck your tears away, gently smoothing your hair, she began whispering words of praise to you.

“That’s right. You're taking us so well.” Wanda cooed, her lips trailing down your wet cheek. “Just a bit more, pretty.” Her voice was a soft moan, her cock fit so snuggly inside of you. “Agh.” You groaned once you felt her hips against your ass.

You’ve never felt so full before, was this even real? At one point you wondered if this was just a dream. It felt so good, “Wanda,” you squirmed, feeling your cunt form a heartbeat of its own as it pounded against her. “Need you, please,” those were the only words you could muster out.

And that was all that it took to break every inch of resolve they had. Wanda and Natasha meant to take it slow with you when they formed their plan, Natasha had suggested that it would be better if they were softer to you, that way, you’d want more of them. You’d beg them to take you to that high over and over again, but hearing you utter such words and those cute noises that you made? That was enough to let their darkest fantasies out on you.

Wanda was rough as she slammed into you, with guttural groans and the sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room as she fucked you deeply. “Ah, ah!” You cried, the stinging pain was long gone, being mixed with pleasure, as she rutted into you. “Fucking cockwhore, you liken it when I fuck you like this?” She bit down on your neck, “Fuck, fuck. You're a dirty slut, you love getting your holes used like this, huh?” You attempted to speak to her, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and profanities that had both women laughing.

Natasha was even rougher, her fingernails dug into the flesh of your hips, leaving crescent marks in their wake. While her saliva drooled down your shoulder, her teeth left a mark on your skin that would be there for a long time — almost as if it was a reminder of how you had let them use you. Leave you a gasping mess, just for you to beg them to fill you, make you whole once again.

“Wanda, I- I can't,” you gasped, bucking your hips as the coil grew tighter. Fuck, this was too much. Your eyes rolled back to your skull and everything felt so much lighter. “You’re gonna cum all over our cocks, aren't you?” Natasha grunted, her palm kneading your breast, her balls slapping against your as the two women fucked you into oblivion. “Oh god, oh god.” You screamed, “Oh—” Your words dissolved into a mixture of cries and obscene things that Wanda and Natasha never thought they’d hear coming from your mouth.

“God.” Natasha groaned, “You’re so sexy.” She nipped at your ear, and Wanda gasped, “Yeah, fuck. I’m also gonna,” she buried her face into the crook of your neck, biting at the flesh on it. “Ah, I’m going to— fuck! Y/n!” Wanda came loudly, her cock twitching wildly as it shot out her liquids almost non-stop. Natasha groaned at the sight of her being undone, “Shi— you're gonna be so fucking full, just wait,” Natasha husked out before pumping faster into you.

Your entire body felt like it was lit on fire, it was buzzing as the two women continued rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. “N–Natasha, please I can’t. S’too much!” You cried, “No, it’s going to be fine. I need to cum, baby.”

Her voice was low and her movements had gotten sloppy, her cock began shifting in you, “Y/n! Y/n!” She growled into your ear and with one final push, she was fully inside of your ass. You tried to stifle your moan, but with Wanda still moving in you, you felt another loud scream erupt from your throat. “Yes! Yes!” She bit down on your skin as she came.

“Fuck, that's it. Wasn't so bad, was it?” Natasha panted as she came down from her high, “Yeah,” you weakly nodded, a small whimper came out of you as Wanda pulled out of you. “Let’s switch, Nat. I wanna try her ass now.” “Don’t worry, Y/n. Just lay down and let us play with you a little bit more.”

Your mother always told you to never trust anyone in college, especially the ones with a reputation. You’d argue that Natasha and Wanda were just being nice, you knew what they did around campus, but didn't know to what extent they’d go to get what they want. But, now you did. And it was too late for you to go back. With their cum dripping out of all three of your holes, you knew you were theirs now.

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