Mob Law pt 18
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Notes: Mob typical violence, smut, cunnilingus, thigh humping, gun violence, minor character death
Summary: Jarvis gets interrogated by the family. You're oblivious to what's happening, too wrapped up in your favorite lawyer.
An: Sorry for the wait lovelies 💜.
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Oftentimes in a field so demanding conflict of interest often arose. Just because everyone considered each other family, didn't erase that fact. There were instances where putting the family first meant putting them on the outside of an issue.
Yelena hated it.
She hated the fact that instead of comforting her girlfriend from a traumatic experience, she was sitting in a room babysitting the man responsible for it all. Yelena had a hold on most of her emotions, but her anger, it always managed to hold her instead.
She blames Natasha. Like the redhead, Yelena wasn't one for explosive anger. It was just this feeling that worked it's way into her stomach and sat there like a rock. It was calm, too calm. No one came out of her fury unscathed, in a very calculated and deliberate way.
“Is she just going to keep looking at me like that?”
The blonde man is tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
“If she wants to,” Bucky replies.
Yelena stands, hands pressing against her knees. She strides over to the man, dead look in her eye.
“This lifestyle has an interesting way of choosing who will participate in it. I was chosen and it found me. You were also chosen, though you sit here and pretend to be innocent. I see right through this act. You are pathetic, not because you are weak, but because you chose to be a rat.”
He begins to speak, but Yelena slaps him. It's not like the quick slap in the car, it's harder, enough to make his head snap to the side.
“I know the kind of man you are. You are like roach. You sneak, you crawl, you hide, and when someone does find you. They step on you, but you do not die.” She leans closer, her lips right up to the man's ear. “I do not step on roaches. I rip their wings off with my hands.”
He's not too distracted by the proximity to hear the distinctive click of a knife open. He doesn't move his head to look, only his eyes.
“Yelena,” Bucky says her name flatly.
“The Don said we could do whatever we want except cut out your tongue,” she places the knife against his cheek and he flinches.
Yelena chuckles darkly, before backing away from the man. “Not too long ago, the Don's brother stood in this room and we sliced his face open. From the top of his eyebrow diagonally to the opposite corner of his lip.” She makes the motion with her finger. “That was her showing him mercy. Her own blood brother. I personally cannot wait to see what she does to you.”
She crosses to the opposite side of the room, sitting where she had been originally. Her eyes are still watching the man, and now she enjoys how he trembles. She enjoys knowing that he is afraid, that she put the fear in him.
The man opens his mouth to speak again but this time Yelena flicks out of her hand, it lodges itself in his shoulder. The scream builds up in his throat and he forces it out. The veins on his neck pop out and his feet stomp. He wiggles his upper body trying to free himself from the binds.
“I would stop trying to get a word in. She has more knives,” Bucky advises the man.
The energy shifts when the door to the room opens. Bucky sits up straighter, but Yelena stays where she is. It's only Natasha.
She looks first at her sister, then Bucky, then the man in the middle of the room.
“Why is there a knife in his arm?”
Yelena shrugs, “I put it there for safe keeping.”
Natasha walks over to the man pulling the knife from his arm. He hisses, and attempts to thank her, but finds himself screaming again as she plunges the knife into his leg.
“That's for Y/n. Now I think you want to talk to me and not my wife.”
Yelena has to hold back a smile. Natasha does not like to get her hands dirty, so this is a pleasant surprise.
“Tony! I work for Tony. He sent me,” he squeals immediately.
“Tony who?”
“Stark. Tony Stark. He's- he's Y/n's father.”
Natasha’s tongue clicks against her teeth, “I know that already. Tell me something I don't know…”
“Jarvis,” Bucky feeds you the name.
Natasha says it with disgust on her tongue, “Jarvis.”
“I- whatever you want to know. I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything.”
Yelena asks him the first question, “Why is he coming after her now? She's been out for months. Obviously he's been watching, why send the paparazzi?”
“He isn't coming after her per se."
Natasha doesn't like that answer. She twists the knife in his leg, “Try again.”
“He just wants to see her,” Jarvis tries to plead.
“For ten years she's been in the same place. Where was he when she was being accused of killing her mother?”
Jarvis for once showed defiance in his eyes. “He loved Annie. He did not have her killed.”
Natasha watches his reaction with the eyes of a hunter.
“But it was his fault wasn’t it? She died because she was connected to him, to the family,” Natasha attempts to get another rise out of the man.
“She knew the risk-”
Yelena pulls out her gun, checking the chamber. It echoes in the room, silencing the man. “Careful, Jarhead wouldn't want me to have an accident.”
Bucky speaks up, “Y/n didn't know the risk. She's the one who took the fall for this, a little girl. Her whole life was taken from her and for what?”
Natasha crosses her arms over her chest, “Answer him.”
“What?”
Yelena points the gun at him from her spot in the corner, “Answer him. Why was Y/n left as collateral damage?”
“This life is not suited for raising kids. She was safer away from it.”
Bucky scoffs, “You can't be serious.”
“I didn’t see any children rushing out the door when her hands were around my neck. Maybe I missed it when I was losing consciousness,” Jarvis defends.
Bucky finally approaches the man. Jarvis flinches before Bucky even does anything. The brunette smiles watching his discomfort.
“You're telling me, her father let her rot in prison because he thought it was better than being in the mob?”
“Yes.”
Yelena laughs, “The irony of it amuses me.”
Natasha turns her back to the man, “She was sentenced to life in prison. She was sixteen and now she's twenty six. Seems like she's adult enough to me.”
“Natalia, her father is obviously a weak man. He did not want to raise her so he made up whatever excuse fit the narrative.” Yelena stands as well, crossing the room to be closer to her peers.
“Tony is one of the most powerful-”
Yelena strikes him across the face with her gun. She only intends to do it once but can't help herself from getting in a second hit.
“Do not defend his negligence.”
With his head hanging to the side he looks at the three people surrounding him. “He only wants to see her.”
Natasha grabs the man's jaw in her hand, “My wife and I would have to die in order for that to happen.”
She releases him and turns her attention to Bucky, “You think you can handle this alone, I need to speak to Lena.”
Bucky nods his head, “Yes mam.”
The lawyer begins to exit the room, her sister in tow. She pauses before fully walking out. “The next person coming through these doors might very well be the last person you ever meet. You will remember us as being kind compared to what she will do.”
Jarvis can't help but make a comment, “All this over just a client seems excessive. Maybe the reporters were right. You're fucking her, you and the Don.”
Natasha’s movements pause but Yelena’s only pivot. The blonde turns quickly, her gun raised to be even with the man's head. She pulls the trigger and he yelps in agony.
“You need to learn when to shut the fuck up,” Yelena put the gun away.
“Jesus Christ, Yelena. At least warn a guy,” Bucky says, noting how close he's standing to Jarvis.
Yelena looks at her fellow mob affiliate, “I do not miss my targets. He is not lucky that I grazed his shoulder, that was always my intent.”
The look in her eye kills any argument Bucky was going to make. Instead he just nods, “I will keep that in mind.”
Natasha and Yelena fully exit the room leaving Bucky to deal with the bullet wound on Jarvis's shoulder and his subsequent stab wounds.
“That was not your usual,” Yelena says to her sister.
“I could say the same to you,” Natasha rebuttals. “You seemed different in there.”
Yelena doesn't lie to Natasha. “I understand how this family works and I'm not complaining, but my girlfriend is suffering and I can't be there for her. I'm expected to stand guard, and watch over the guy who caused all this.”
“Yelena-”
She raises her hand up, “Let me finish. I sat in that room thinking about every way I could kill him. I wanted to kill him. I still want to and that's the worst part. I'm out of that room, I can check on my girlfriend, but I just want to go back in there. I want to put a bullet between his eyes for even causing her distress.”
Natasha sighs, “I know the feeling.” Yelena attempts to cut in but Natasha just pats the blonde on the head once. “Go comfort Kate. She doesn't need you to kill anybody, she just needs you to be there.”
“Are you going to check on yours?”
Natasha rubs her hand over her face, “I have a few more articles to push through. I need to shift the public view of this.”
“Is she going to have to-”
“No. I talked to the judge, explained the situation. Apparently while Y/n was in prison she had certain exemptions because of her panic attacks at one point. So it verified that this is a disability situation and her actions were due to mental health. However, I did get an earful about how if she had actually touched the reporter it would've been different. So technically you and Kate saved her.”
“That'll make her feel a little better,” Yelena says
Natasha smiles, “Good, because this isn't her fault.”
“I will do my best to make sure she knows that.”
Back in your room, Wanda watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. Her finger trails up your sternum. She's thinking about you, how beautiful you are. She's wondering how she can possibly protect from all of this.
The other side of her, the more violent side, is wondering about the blonde man. She's thinking about how she could break him down systematically. Wanda thinks about watching his last breath leave his body in a violent gasp.
You stir in your sleep. She regains her original train of thought. You curl up closer to her completely leveling her violent thoughts.
It's about twenty minutes later when Natasha comes back into the room. She looks exhausted. Wanda notes the small specks of blood on her shirt.
“You went to see our guest.”
Natasha looks down seeing the blood herself, “Stabbed him.”
“That's my girl.”
“He gave me some good information, but I think you could get a little more out of him,” she says honestly.
Wanda looks away from her wife and at your sleeping figure, “Would she be upset if I killed him?”
Natasha hums, “It's hard to say.”
“Switch with me,” Wanda says, referring to their positions.
“Let me change into something more comfortable,” she starts to unbutton her shirt. “She won't mind if I raid her closet right?”
Wanda smiles, “Perks of being her girlfriend.”
“Speaking of that, you're wearing different clothes from when I left you,” Natasha raises an eyebrow.
Wanda begins to blush, “It got pretty hot in here. Things had to be discarded.”
Natasha crosses her arms over her chest, “Oh really?”
The Don relents, “Okay, we fooled around a little, but it was just a handy Natasha.”
The red head laughs in disbelief, “Wanda Django Maximoff!”
“In my defense she was being really needy. Like really really needy. She said that she wanted me, Natty. What was I supposed to do, deny her?”
Natasha rolls her eyes, “And what if she wanted more?”
Wanda turns a deeper shade of red, “Oh she did but I told her you'd kill me if we went any further than that.”
“Smart woman,” Natasha teases.
Wanda carefully lifts you as she gets up allowing Natasha to slide into her previous place.
“She's big,” Wanda comments.
“How big?”
Wanda smiles cheekily, “At least 8 and it's not slim either.”
Natasha’s eyes widen, “Well fuck.”
“Exactly. Now rest up while I go deal with this schmuck. You deserve it, for all that you've been doing today.”
Natasha motions Wanda to approach her. The brunette does as her wife instructs. Natasha kisses her softly, lips lightly pressing against each other. Wanda leans further into the kiss, chasing her wife’s lips.
Natasha giggles at the motion. She playfully pushes the Don away from her. “You're ridiculous.”
“I could kiss you forever,” Wanda says.
Natasha's face heats, but she attempts to be nonchalant, “Yeah, I know. Now go take care of business.”
There's a dangerous glint in Wanda’s eyes. “You know I always do.”
Wanda exits the room leaving only you and Natasha. You shuffle closer to the red head in your sleep, this time you grab a fistful of her shirt.
“Natty,” you grumble, burying your head into the crook of her neck.
“I'm right here detka,” Natasha kisses your forehead.
You hum against her skin. It sends a shiver down her spine. You place a kiss on her shoulder, “Stay.”
“Not going anywhere beautiful,” Natasha responds.
“Good,” you mumble against her skin.
You continue to nibble at her neck.
“Y/n,” she says your name like a warning.
You ignore it. The first kisses were barely kisses at all. However they began to take a more sure shape. They become firmer, more certain. Then she feels the warmth of your tongue.
Natasha cups your face, removing it from her neck. Her eyes are playful as they look into yours.
“You are being naughty,” she says.
That does nothing to quell your desire. You swallow before answering her, “Just kissing.”
“And I bet you were just kissing Wanda too,” she says pointedly.
Your voice dips lower than Natasha has ever heard it. “Needed her. Need you too.”
The tone vibrates through Natasha. Her judgement, swaying in the moment.
“What if I needed you, then what?”
Your eyes darken, “Then you use me. Whenever you want, however you want.”
That makes Natasha’s breath hitch. You watch her, something predatory filling into your gaze. A hunger for something, not necessarily to taste her, just for her to use you.
Your hand becomes greedy, traveling down her abdomen. She grabs your wrist, you look up at her innocently.
“Y/n,” it has more of a bite to it this time
You blink at her, tongue darting across your lower lip. “Nat, it really seems like you need me right now.”
“You make it so hard to control myself,” she doesn't loosen her grip.
You laugh, it's earnest, “It'd be a whole lot easier if you would just control me.”
That's what makes her loosen her hold on you. Your hand unbuttons her pants swiftly. The zipper comes down next and before her brain can consent she lifts her hips.
You pull her pants off of her. She sees the want in your eyes, the way your hand is shaking, and she knows how much you want this.
“I need to see you.”
You stand, shimmying out of the boxers you just put on. Natasha gawks at your semi.
“How have you been hiding this?”
A blush spreads across your face. “Lots of cold showers.”
Natasha studies the way you bounce on the balls of your feet. The way your eyes can't seem to stop drifting to her panties.
“Get on your knees.”
You obey, knees touching the floor at the edge of the bed. She swings her legs over so that they shadow your shoulders. Your head is in between her thighs.
You feel yourself salivating.
“Is this what you want detka?”
“Yes.”
Natasha’s palms make dents in the bed as she leans back. “Wanda worked up your appetite?”
“Please.”
She can feel your breath against her core. Carefully you reach for her panties with your finger. You pull them to the side, enough to get a good look at her.
She's wet. Not soaked, but aroused enough for you to notice. You want to change that. You need to change that. Natasha needs to be pooling around your tongue.
“You really are a needy little thing. She wasn't lying.”
You look up at her through your lashes, “I am, just for you.”
Your finger grazes the liquid between her cunt. You slip the finger back into your mouth. Your eyes close and you moan from somewhere in the pit of your stomach.
“It would be mean to just have you here on your knees, your face between my legs, and not let you lick me.”
You take that as a sign to drop your head down, closer to her. She stops you with a hand on your forehead. “Did I ever say I was nice?”
Tears prick at the edge of your vision. It makes Natasha coo at you. She laughs at your tears. “I was only teasing detka. I need you.”
Her thumb pads away at the stray tears. Before she's guiding you to exactly where you want to be.
Its crude but you inhale her scent, nudging your nose against her clit. You savor the scent. Her scent is intoxicating, it calls out to you, to your mouth.
Your tongue flattens against her cunt in one long torturous lick. The flavor on your tongue detonates something inside of you. Something ravenous.
Natasha’s hand plants itself in your hair, “Fuck, you're good to me baby. Giving me everything I need.”
That only spurs you on to lap her faster. You get eager. Your lips are around her clit, your tongue between her fold, you don't even come up to breathe. Your nose only buries itself deeper in her cunt.
You're hard again, pumping yourself with a free hand while the other grips her thigh.
Natasha tugs your hair and you grunt into her. She laughs wickedly at the sensation. Her hips begin to rock against your face.
“I'm close,” she speaks breathily.
You double your efforts. The cry that leaves her mouth almost has you cumming again. Her hand loosens in your hair, instead she scratches your scalp.
You keep licking her, until she's clean. Not to overstimulate, just to remove any of the stickiness. When you're satisfied, you place a kiss on her clit.
She pulls you up, her lips connecting with yours. Her tongue swirls around your mouth, she likes the taste of herself. You can tell, because you're the same way.
You can't help bucking against her thigh as you basically sit in her lap. The kiss breaks and you're both breathing hard. Her sweat covered forehead is against yours.
You're looking at her, but her eyes are stuck on your hard cock. It's dripping onto her leg. Her hands find your hips. She drags you forward, then back. The friction has your breathing intensify.
“You want to fuck my thigh?”
You nod helplessly.
Natasha kisses you gingerly. “Then show me.”
Your hips rock back and forth. Your dick slides along her thigh and you begin to let breathy moans slip through your lips.
Her hands raise to cup your breasts. She teases the nipple, pinching before taking it into her mouth. You mewl louder, desperation coming through the stutter of your hips.
“Natasha,” you repeat her name over and over. At one point you're sure it's the only word you know.
“Cum.”
She commands you.
You cum all over her thigh, body slumping as soon as you release. Your body becomes something like jelly you lean against the other woman for support.
Your head falls against her chest. Her hand rubs the back of your head. She kisses the top of your head.
“That was perfect, baby. You're perfect,” she voices.
You kiss her chest, where your head lies. You're unable to speak, words just look like letters in your mind.
“We gotta get you clean.”
You hum in dissatisfaction.
Natasha laughs softly, “Well next time cum less. We're both covered in it, baby.”
You protest again, but it doesn't stop Natasha from standing with you in her arms. You startle, somewhat surprised by her strength. You are bigger than her and she's smaller than Wanda. The fact that she can lift you with such ease…
“I can feel you twitching against me,” Natasha says, you can hear the smile in her voice.
“Strong,” is what you manage to say.
Natasha winks at you, “You know it detka.”
She carries you to the restroom, leaving the main part of your bedroom empty.
On the other side of the house Wanda stands over a bloodied Jarvis. The chair had been broken not too long after she entered the room.
She broke off one of the legs and used it as a weapon at some point. She really didn't recall, it was almost a complete fade to black.
“Now, you ready to say something useful or should I just kill you?”
“Wanda,” Bucky tries.
She kicks the man on the floor, “As long as he's groaning in pain, he's capable of talking.”
“He wants your empire,” Jarvis says weakly. “He wants your empire and he thinks she can get it for him.”
“So he only cares about her now because she's affiliated with me?”
He tries to deny it, “He- he loves-”
Wanda’s knee connects with Jarvis's chin. “If he loved her, he would've gotten her out.”
Jarvis spits up a bit of blood, “Please.”
Wanda snorts, “Now you want to beg? Okay, give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you.”
“He'll come for me.”
“I want him to. So I can kill him too.”
Jarvis smiles, teeth covered in blood, “You can't kill Tony Stark.”
Wanda is satisfied, she's played enough. She takes out her gun, placing it against Jarvis's skull. “Anything else.”
“You're fucking his daughter, you're basically dead where you stand.”
Wanda loses her temper. The gun goes off. His skull bounces off the ground, lifeless.
The brunette stands still, blood splattered all over her. The room is no better. The hand that holds the gun begins to tremble.
Bucky has never seen her shake so violently. This isn't the first time she's killed someone. It probably won't be the last, it comes with being the Don.
“Don Maximoff?” Bucky approaches her slowly.
He reaches for the gun and it slips out of her hand. Wanda blinks a few times, trying to snap herself out of it.
She feels faint. Her body sways a bit.
“Wanda,” Bucky has to steady her.
She tries to shrug him off, “I'm fine.”
“You aren't. I'll get the clean up crew. I'm assuming Nat's with Y/n.” Bucky waits for Wanda to respond. “I'll bring Yelena then. Just sit here, I'll be back.”
Bucky sits her against the wall, before leaving the room.
Wanda stares at the body in the center of the room. There's a small stutter in her heart.
You're fucking his daughter. You're basically dead where you stand.
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