A/N: I'll be brief, to navigate for the necessary context for the main story, you can key-search on computers with "Ctrl + F" (Or the equivalent on Mac) and type: [However, Damian being Damian]. For those on the phone, you can scroll through until you see a wide gap of space and a line breaking the text, like this:
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Walking up in a half disoriented state, Damian was already starting to regret his decision of opening up to Natasha, not because he regretted telling her his secrets, but because that seemed to bring down the last wall between them.
Why is that the case, you ask? Because right now, Damian was putting on his best efforts to impede the blood on his body to circulate to his lower half.
Why is that the case, you ask again? Because right now, half of his face was being smothered in between two pretty big mounds of flesh, and the only thing separating his face from them was one of his own shirts.
'Hey Eva, dear. What the fuck is going on?' He asked to his supposed 24/7 vigilance guard.
[What? Is that how they say thank you in your mother tongue?] She asked with sarcasm.
Yet, the fun of the situation failed to reveal itself to him. '...Eva…'
Feeling the seriousness of his emotions, she finally confessed. [Fine, fine. I thought it would be fun to let her sleep with you, thought maybe you'd grow some balls and finally fuck her like she wants to.]
Exasperated at the antics of his partner, which reflected the type of shit he'd pull out on her place, even if he wouldn't acknowledge it, he spoke. 'You know it's not that goddamn simple, Eva. This is not some hentai isekai, I can't just fuck everything around me and hope for the best. Also, doesn't this bother you like, at all?'
Once again, feeling the sincerity in his worries about her opinion, she simply smiled at him and said. [Mm, to be honest, I doesn't seem like it. This was also a test of sorts for myself, I wanted to know how I'd feel if I had to watch you in another woman's arms. But I learned two things from this.]
'Which are?' He asked, patiently playing along with her.
[For one, I don't really feel any jealousy at seeing you with another woman.] She took a moment to put her thoughts into words, speaking in a shy tone this time. [And two, probably is due to your influence, but I kinda like women more than men. Of course you are the exception.] She quickly clarified at the end.
Finding himself speechless at her declaration, he took a moment before he said with the most mischievous smirk imaginable. 'Ohoo, is our dear Eva a little voyeur.'
Even while knowing the teasing would be inevitable once she said this out loud, she still got embarrassed to death at hearing him speak. [Ugh, fucking kill yourself!]
Laughing at her reaction, he chuckled with his real mouth, and to his own detriment, this seemed to awaken the devil on his ear, quite literally.
After he chuckled, a seemingly 'asleep' Natasha started to move around in her sleep, trapping his head with her arms and bringing him closer while her legs roamed dangerously around his waist and crotch.
Redoubling his efforts to reach enlightenment, he concentrated on keeping his little brother asleep, yet the temptation proved too much for a young man that has spent more than a month of celibacy while being at the peak of his libido.
Unable to hold himself back anymore, he decided to deviate the attention from the fake sleeping spy to his voice as he spoke. "You doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Still, she kept her sleeping act while moving her legs directly on top of Damian Jr. and seeing she wouldn't relent, he went on the offensive. "Nat, I'm counting down from 3, you either stop this or I'll get mad."
Before anything else happened, he started to count. "Three… two…" And still, no answer. So, left with no choice, he acted. "Just letting you know, this is completely one you. One!"
As soon as he said it, he lifted her shirt just enough for her ass to show with the hand that was below her and with his other, he slapped her ass strong enough to be heard and leave a red mark on her pale cheeks, but not strong enough to really hurt.
"Kyah!" And unexpectedly, he got quite the cute reaction from the murder machine turned Avenger.
"You didn't have to go that hard…" She said while rubbing her ass.
"Not my fault you didn't listen. Bad girls get punished after all." He said with a deadpan expression.
"Oh, really? And I've told you about my past, haven't I been a very very baad girl. Don't I deserve some more punishment~" She said in a seductive and raspy morning voice, trying to salvage the situation after letting that girly yelp out.
Exasperated for the second time in a row, he massaged his brows with his free hands. "Haa."
Then he turned from his side to lay on his back. While doing so, he brought Natasha along with the hand that was beneath her, so she now rested atop his naked torso. "Listen here, woman. You really are starting to cross a line you don't wanna cross."
Locking his eyes with hers, he could see a multitude of emotions beneath her green orbs. Panic. Confusion… Expectation. All of it only clouding his best judgment even further.
With a low and deep tone coated with the raspiness of having just woken up, he almost grunted at her. "You really believe me a saint? I told you once and I'll tell you one last time, even I have my limits."
Spanking her ass once more, this time she managed to muffle the half yelp half moan that threatened to come out of her mouth. Stunned by Damian's actions, Natasha found herself unable to respond with a joke or a tease like she'd normally do. This is the moment where she should laugh his words off, the moment where she should break the embrace they are sharing, she can feel Damian put just enough strength on his grip for her to be able to break out of it.
However, she found herself unable to. This is wrong, she knows it. Her mind is screaming at her that she should end it here, this is the son of Christopher for god's sake, her own mentor and best friend's only son. Yet, the words coming out of her mouth not only contradicted her reasoning, but also surprised even herself.
"Oh, really? And what happens when I cross the line, Malysh?" Realizing the gravity of words she herself didn't know where they come from, she was about to mutter 'just kidding' when she suddenly felt Damian's lips on her own.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, he took her provocation as a green light, and briefly breaking up the kiss, he almost growled. "What happens now are the consequences of your actions."
That was the last thing he said before going straight for her mouth as his hands buried themselves on her supple and big ass.
Feeling like a cat who got her tail stepped on, she felt conflicted and confused at what was happening. But after a couple seconds of her hands struggling while her head remained in place, Widow closed her eyes and started to reciprocate the kiss.
A kiss that started slow, passionate and inviting. A kiss that gradually became hungrier and sloppier as he felt her becoming an active participant. Then their tongues met, first shyly before quickly entering a wrestle match, playfully fighting for 'control'.
Losing herself in the sensation, Natasha suddenly felt a big, strong hand grabbing her supple ass. Causing her to release a small, uncharacteristically girly moan inside his mouth. Taking this as a signal, Damian used both his hands to start massaging her ass, fondling with it wantonly. And soon enough, all thoughts of taking his hands off there lost to the pleasure of the sensations invading her.
In a show of desire that almost nobody has experienced, Widow simply surrendered any resistance left in her. Letting him do as he pleased. She locked both her arms around his neck while her thighs squished Damian's cock. The biggest one she has ever felt between her legs, and by a large margin at that.
At the same time, Damian could feel an invasion of wetness in his crotch area, one which sure as hell didn't come from him. It seems he wasn't the only one incredibly into this situation. Letting her reactions hide his actions, he quickly grabbed her by the waist and in a show of athleticism, flipped their positions smoothly, now him being the one on top.
Breaking off the kiss they have been sharing for the last five minutes. Damian looked at the glossy eyes of Natasha, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, before he slowly pulled her shirt up, and even if she squirmed a little, she put no real resistance to the act. Finally taking the shirt out of the way, Damian was greeted with a breathtaking view. Recognizing this was the most beautiful body he had ever seen in his life.
Natasha's almost nude body in all its glory. Her beautiful pale skin, toned arms and midsection, her sizable breasts–at least e-cup was his guess– with two sexy pink and hard nipples. Going down he saw the surrealist hourglass shape leading to her meaty thighs and long legs. The only thing hidden was her most important place, covered by a black thong, making an irresistible contrast with her pale and rosy skin.
Looking up again, he was struck by the surprisingly shy expression on her face –that's when something snapped– unable to resist it any longer, he started to kiss her again. But this time he went for her ear, before going down to her neck; Slowly. Methodically. Passionately. He trailed his way downwards while still remembering to use one of his hands to gently play with her breasts as he went.
Meanwhile, Natasha was doing her best to contain her moans, unaccustomed to such a gentle and exhilarating foreplay. She has only been with one man before, and Barnes was nothing like Damian. Each time he traced his lips around her body, each move of his hands. He wasn't treating Natasha as a piece of meat like most men have done. He was caressing her, worshiping her flesh with the love you would a lover's–and that added another layer to her refusal to stop what was happening. He wasn't attacking her like a hungry beast, in spite of his initial words, he was passionately embracing her.
After leaving the sensation of his lips throughout Natasha's upper body, his kisses finally reached her crotch, where he was greeted with the last barrier between himself and heaven. But contrary to Widow's expectations, he didn't immediately claimed his long anticipated reward. Instead, he kept trailing down, kissing the adjacent erogenous zones seductively, he wasn't having her whole 'shy damsel' act. Even if he was caring, he wanted her to beg for it.
He played around with her legs, kissing the zone between her thighs and the thong, fondling her ass, teasing her to the limit, but never going past the last barrier. So he insisted for the next few minutes, until she finally broke her silence.
With a sultry voice that could make most men go feral, she almost whispered to him. "Damian… please," Slowly stopping with his teasing, he looked her straight in the eyes and said, acting completely oblivious. "Please what? I can't read minds,- 'yet'-if you don't speak clearly I won't understand."
Looking at him aggrieved with her glossy eyes, as if she wasn't the one that started it, she couldn't resist anymore and let go of her last chance to stop this madness. "Please use your mouth to… pleasure me… I'm so close-"
And that was all he needed to hear, those words functioned like the devil's whispers, without even letting her finish, he stripped her off completely, taking a second to admire how pretty all of her was. The neat and trimmed little pubic hair she had, the pink lower lips and all the juices that were soaking all around, like a ripe fruit inviting you to dig into it. And dig into it he did.
Like a master at work, he was pulling the experiences of a lifetime to put on his best performance yet. His long tongue intruded in her pussy, swirling, going back and forth, coming out to lick the inner lips while he gently teased the clit with his thumb in a circular motion. Then, after a while, he would change places, moving his mouth to tease her clit with his tongue while he started to finger her, making sure to hit her G-spot on both sides.
Soon enough, proof of his expertise came in the form of Natasha's hand grabbing onto his head as if to lock him in place, refusing to let him stop midway. All while she started to moan loudly, throwing all caution to the wind. He also noted how she was the talkative moaner type.
"Ah. Yes. Ahh. Damian-just a bit more-AH!" After some more minutes of a relentless assault, she was finally brought over the edge by Damian's fingers, ending things with a bang–or more like a splash–as she squirted all over the sheets, having the best oral orgasm of her life.
Crawling up from her legs, Damian admired his work. No matter how many times he'd done it, this was always the best time of sex for him. The feeling of conquest after making his woman cum was as euphoric as if he himself had finished. Still, he didn't forget to have his get back.
As he looked at Natasha's vacant gaze, he smirked before saying. "Well, you had your fun, Nat. But I haven't finished yet, mind giving me a hand?" And as she kept looking at him with the same gaze, her eyes widened after being hit with a massive hot rod on the cheek, after which said rod covered her whole face. She had felt it before, but he really was unlike Bucky in more ways than one.
Gulping, she couldn't help but compare it with the only other man she's been with. She knew Bucky was more on the average side, but she really couldn't fathom how two men could be so different in size. Damian had to be at least 8 inches long, almost double her ex's. And the girth was really intimidating, timidly putting a hand over his shaft, she couldn't manage to touch her thumb and middle finger while grabbing it.
Enjoying her reactions to one of the main sources of his confidence, he felt pride in noticing she had never seen someone his size before. And he silently let her explore him, letting her decide how she wanted to do this. And after a brief pause he got her answer.
Taking his cock in her hands, Natasha got on her knees and started to gently stroke him as she returned the favor by showering his chest with kisses, but contrary to Damian, she made her way up while she upped her hands tempo slowly but steadily. Kissing his neck, his lips, breathing slowly on his ears. It seems Damian wasn't the only one with some tricks to show.
Enjoying her playfulness, he let her have her way, merely using one hand to grab a hold of her perfect ass. Letting things flow this way for a couple minutes, he suddenly felt her push him to lay on the bed, and predicting what was to come, he obediently laid down.
Shortly after, Natasha positioned herself in between Damian's legs, at the base of his dick. And as she looked at his member full of lust, the visual in front of him was like an aphrodisiac, making him get even harder.
With a playful smile on her face, she said like a demoness. "Seems like someone is happy to see me." Then, looking at Damian's eyes she tried to hide the nervousness of having to put such a huge thing in her mouth for the first time with her provocative words.
"I wonder what should I do, you've been a bad boy today, Damian." She said while planting a light kiss on the tip of his cock, her hands gripping him firmly yet refusing to move. "You deserve a punishment for playing with your aunt as you please," finishing her words, she started to tease his cock just like he did to her before, until his precum started to come out.
Finally, when he was about to say something, she smirked like a devil. "But you did make me feel really good too. So I guess that deserves a reward too." And oh boy did he get rewarded.
Immediately afterwards, she traced his whole penis from the base to the tip with her tongue before she opened her mouth wide and swallowed his head, starting to suck voraciously.
Contrary to his more passionate and loving approach, Natasha was wild and voracious, vigorously trying to take him as far as she could, but unable to take him whole, seems that had to be worked on. Still, she had no problems swallowing half of his cock as she jerked the other half with her hand.
Picking up on her seemingly more 'aggressive' preferences, Damian put both his hands on top of her head, running them through her red mane. And it seems he was on the right track as Natasha turned to look at him. Her eyes pleading while she forced herself to go deeper.
Picking up on the signals, Damian grabbed her by the hair with one hand as he started to push her down with the other, making her choke lightly on his cock as she took three fourths of the whole thing to her throat. Not unfamiliar to this games, he noticed how she didn't even try to pull back, willingly choking on his meat, leaving the decision for when to stop to him. Yeah, it seems the feared femme fatale known as Black Widow was a freak.
Not that he was any better, as this played right in his striking zone. After letting her choke for a couple seconds, he let go after she tapped his thigh. With the devil's smile on his face this time, Damian said. "I wanted to take it easy seeing how this is our first time, but it seems that's not what you wanted."
Coughing a little, she gave him a smirk of her own and said in a seductive voice. "I loved the gentle you. But I usually like it this way bett-" Getting interrupted by his hand driving her right back to his dick, he gave her a predatory look that almost made her climax a little. "If you like it rough, then get to it. This is my reward, not yours, Nat."
Those were his last words before he proceeded to face fuck her pretty face, making a mess of it. Oh how he wished she had some rimmel on so he could ruin it too. As she gagged, spitted and let Damian use her throat as his personal toy, she started to finger herself, using the stimulation on her throat and Damian's grunts to reach her second climax.
Sadly for her, Damian noticed this too as he gave her a stern look and said in a low voice, raspier than usual due to having just woken up. "Hands off, Nat. You don't get to cum until I say so." And before she could protest, he sat up and made sure to grab both her arms with one hand and silence her protest by sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.
This may seem a bit cruel from the outside, but Damian knew this was exactly what masochists like dear Nat wanted. And it showed as she redoubled her efforts to relax her throat, finally letting his whole dick enter her mouth.
Changing positions a bit, he got on his knees as Natasha got on all fours and let Damian keep fucking her face while at the same time, he used one hand to tease her pussy. And he didn't forget to tease her with words in between grunts.
"Look at you-huff-what would people think if they saw the cold Black Widow on her knees, begging for her nephew's cock. What would your colleagues think, Nat?" And the only response he got was Natasha tightening her throat, imagining their reactions at the immorality of her actions.
As he felt himself getting closer, he grunted out orders. "I'm getting close, Nat. You can cum now. With me, I want you to cum with me." And immediately after those words he emptied his balls deep in Natasha's mouth as he finger blasted her, making her squirt at the same time.
He didn't know if it was because of his new physique, his powers or how hot Natasha was, but he came like he never did in his life. And much to his surprise, Widow didn't let a single drop escape her mouth, even as her legs spasmed hard and her pussy gripped him like a vice, she refused to spill anything.
Finally taking his dick out, he looked at her, noticing her full mouth, so locking eyes with her. And like a little devil on her shoulder he whispered. "Swallow it all." And that's exactly what she did, leaving no evidence of their acts behind, if you ignored the sheets soaked in her juices, that is.
Feeling satisfied and tired, she fell on the bed at his side. However, post nut clarity started to hit as she realized what she had done and with whom she had done it. Looking to the other side, she whispered almost inaudibly. "Oh god, what the fuck have I done- Kyah!"
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However, Damian being Damian, didn't let her thoughts spiral negatively and spanked her ass before he got out of bed. "Stop it, woman. You did nothing wrong. Well, you did technically seduce a minor-"
Cutting him out, she whispered with an actually worried tone. "Damian please! I didn't mean to-" But returning the favor, he cut her off in kind. "Tch, tch, tch. No-no-no~ No sulking allowed, Nat." Walking close to her side of the bed, he grabbed a hold of her pretty face before he took a little second to explain the last detail he chose to omit last night. "Haa… All jokes aside, Natasha. You did nothing wrong, I mean it. Look, remember how I said the accident awakened my powers, right? Well, to be honest, I kind of omitted saying that I also awakened my past life experiences. I mean, I was still Damian in my last life, just a bit different, you know?"
Widening her eyes, she was left befuddled at his revelation. "What? Are you serious right now? If this is a lie to try and make me feel better, let me tell you-" And before she could say anything else, Damian shut her up with a little kiss, which she was too stunned this time to react to.
"Hey, I decided to be honest with you, remember? I got no reason to lie. Truth is, if I account for my past life experiences, I'm older than you, Natasha. Did you think I was that good in bed due to intuition or some?" Using the last comment as a little joke to lighten the mood. Damian got a chuckle out of her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel guilty anyways.
"Still, what we did is not right. I'm supposed to be your guardian, you are Chris' son for god's sake! And what about your classmate, the redhead and the blond-"
Trying to dissuade her of her negativity, Damian responded. "Hey, hey. Calm down. For one, who cares about you being my legal guardian, that is supposed to end in a couple months anyways. You are a super spy working for a secret intelligence organization while I am a mutant who is learning to be a goddamn magician. Our relationship would be the least weird thing about us, haha."
Seeing her laugh at his comment, he continued. "And about my classmates, don't worry about it either. One just has a crush on me that will pass with time and the other… Well, I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't find MJ attractive but-Ouch!" Yelping, he faked being hurt by Natasha's pinch at his side as she mean mugged him.
'Fucking hell. You were feeling guilty about sucking me off a second ago but you act jealous now?' [Women. Am I right fellas?] Chirping in his mind, Damian was greeted by the one-third sarcastic two third annoyed voice of Eva.
'What now, partner? Didn't you say you were fine with watching.' He said, probing the situation.
[I know, I know. I just… feel weird just watching…] She said, mumbling the last part almost inaudibly.
Understanding what was going on, he laughed inside his mind before talking with confidence again. 'Haha, don't worry, when I get a body for you I'll make sure to include you in a little three way fun.'
Feeling absolutely embarrassed at his shameless declaration, she screamed. [Really, fucking end yourself, you pervert!] before going radio silent, making him laugh even harder.
Back in the real world, as this interaction barely took a second, he smoothly explained himself to Natasha. "What? I'm being honest, she's hot. And I seem to have a thing for redheads." He said, making her blush a little.
"But she doesn't really like me, we are just old time friends and she has a really playful and flirty personality when she is with people she can trust. That's it."
Looking at him with a gaze that carried too many emotions to decipher, she answered back. "How can you be so clueless," to which he simply looked confused at her. "Look, let's talk about this later, I'm gonna take a shower while you make breakfast. I'm running late."
Seeing that there was still plenty of time before she had to go, he decided to give her space and not bust her lie. While walking away he simply responded. "Ay, ay. Yes Ma'am."