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Marvel: President Stark 31 - Promise Kept, Rogue’s First & A Threat
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 21:34:10 +0000 UTC"As I said, I keep my word," Tony quipped, hovering beside two Iron Guardians, who were currently doubling as Uber drivers for two beautiful but lethal ladies, Natasha and Yelena. "This is it? An aerial platform? Kinda underwhelming."
"This is underwhelming? It’s a flying fortress," Yelena said, her accent thick with sarcasm. "And we’re supposed to get through it with just three people? Yeah, that’s great."
Natasha remained silent, her trust in Tony more than most. Having worked with the man for years now, she knew better than anyone that Tony Stark never goes anywhere without a plan.
"Who said it's just us three?" Tony scoffed and snapped his fingers.
Right then, a swarm of Iron Guardians came out of stealth and flew closer behind their backs. They came in all sizes and types, but a few of them stood out as they were coming too close to them.
"It's a pretty nice facility. Probably billions were spent making it. I'd like to seize it," Tony murmured, looking back at the Iron Guardians, who were mostly humanoid. "What do you say, Jean? Can you do it?"
The visors moved and revealed the identities of the occupants. Jean Grey's face became visible, and then there were others—Wolverine, Rogue, Magneto, and Psylocke. Other than Wolverine, most were crucial to the plot as they had psychic powers. Tony hadn't even asked for Logan, but the man tagged along.
"Holding this thing in the air won't be easy for me, Mr. Stark," Magneto warned.
"I'll have my boosters support you in case of aerial system failure," Tony said, commanding them. "And let’s skip the whole Wild West shootout—disable them with mental attacks. We're here to take over and make the arrests, not star in an action flick."
With Jean Grey on their side, bringing down the new Red Room was easier than stepping on an ant. Sure, the Red Room had a lot of super-soldier ladies, but nothing could stop a psychic of Jean's level.
Keeping his word to Natasha, Tony entered the flying Red Room. As he walked, all the guards fell to their knees, unconscious. Jean worked efficiently. Sure, there was that strange, jumping, mad man called Taskmaster. But what could he do against superhuman strength and superhuman attributes that couldn’t be copied? He also fell.
In no time, they were in front of the man behind the operation, Dreykov.
"Crazy how fast we get things done when we team up," Tony muttered, barely acknowledging the ex-Soviet officer. "What was that, half an hour? Give or take a coffee break."
"Less than half, I'd say," Magneto added, completely in sync with Tony's laid-back personality now. He was as much an admirer of the President as any since the man had kept his promise towards the mutants.
"So, what do we do with him?" Tony asked, glancing at Natasha. He had no issue if she were to deal with the guy. They were above the skies of a foreign nation, and he didn't want to deal with the mess.
Natasha looked back at her sister in return.
"He should face punishment for his crimes," Yelena responded, glaring at the man. "But his crimes should be known to the world."
"Now that you mention it, he’s probably still cozy with the Russian brass. If Charles takes a little stroll through his head, I might just get a shot at toppling their whole government." Tony plotted, his agenda still the same. "But hey, I can promise you this—he’s getting a trial, out in the open, nice and legal. Natasha already spilled SHIELD’s dirty laundry, so the world’s got the Red Room’s number."
"Wait, that’s it?" Rogue drawled, crossing her arms with a frown as she stared at the cuffed Russian. "Ah’ came all this way for a fight. Thought the Red Room was supposed to be somethin’ special."
"It is… just not for us," Jean added.
Even Tony had to admit—winning that easily felt a little... anticlimactic. Not just won, though. Now, he had a flying fortress. Neat.
"Bit of a letdown, I know. That’s why drinks are on me. Let’s head back. And Rogue? Stick around the X-Mansion. I might’ve cooked up something for your little ‘look but don’t touch’ situation."
The girl with brown hair and white streaks gaped at Tony's abrupt revelation. She'd been told a year ago that Tony was working on something that might help her, but she never really believed it. It sounded too good to be true.
"You're messin' with me, ain't ya?"
Tony smirked and gave a quick wink. "I don’t do that before dinner dates, girl. Let’s roll."
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Tony didn't let Henry Pym off easy. He made the man share his Pym Particles with him and also the recipe to make them. It took some convincing, some threatening, and some persuasion. In the end, the man had to give some concessions to the President and the head of the largest, ruling political party in America.
For Tony, the Pym Particles were game changers. He put his experimental idea to work right away, and the results were instant. Far more positive than what he'd expected. Being able to shrink things enough that you could carry a building in your pocket or backpack—it was revolutionary.
The cargo industry was about to face Tony's revolution. It was time to say goodbye to the massive container ships that took weeks or months to reach their destination. Now, a simple, small, long-distance flight was able to haul cargo the size of multiple cargo ships.
But instead of disrupting an industry that employed millions, he focused on using the Pym Particles for governmental charity work. USAID, the organisation that was used as America's silent war front to pay off allies in foreign nations, was actually turned into a charity organization.
Hundreds of transfers, dozens of lawsuits, and many terminations later, he had USAID working as intended.
Planes filled with food and health supplies, shrunk with Pym Particles, were sent to poverty-stricken nations. Not because Tony wanted to do charity. But because this was the right choice to level the playing field. Every year, Earth produces enough food to feed 10 billion people. But a major chunk of that got wasted or lost, some thrown away.
Why? It was simple.
Distributing it was a hassle and costlier than storing it. That was where the newly refurbished USAID was supposed to come in and handle the transportation and distribution using Pym Particles. The cost of distribution and transportation was to be offset by sheer quantity.
Of course, he wasn't delusional. Just feeding the poorest nations wasn't going to fix them. But he'd already given them electricity using the Arc Reactors. He'd already helped build crucial public infrastructure. Now was the time to feed the population, so the daily struggle to find food was settled.
Naturally, as the planes with enough food to feed nations started landing in Africa, a certain few stakeholders felt annoyed. But Tony's focus wasn't just on Africa. The USAID food planes landed in Caribbean nations such as Haiti. In the Middle East, Asia, and also the South Pacific.
America was the most powerful and the richest nation in the world. For once, it truly began to act like one.
And it did nothing but instill more pride among Americans. No longer boasting about the most powerful military but rather the world-changing tech and core actions of the nation.
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A few days after dealing with Red Room, Tony landed in front of the Xavier school. It had grown high and wide by now, with many more buildings added. The place actually looked like a school now, with over 500 Mutant children and young adults boarding there. The school acted as the place to not only study but also carve a future.
The Mutant kids, once done with basic schooling, were helped to find a path ahead. If they wanted to go to college, they were helped depending on their type of mutant status. Physical deformities had to be treated carefully. If one wanted to find a job, Tony's Stark Foundation was enough to help.
Of course, the faculty had also been expanded. Charles was the headmaster, and Erik was the vice headmaster.
"Mr. Stark!"
"Tony Stark!"
"Mr. President!"
As always, Tony was very popular with the students. He waved and greeted them before making his way into the administrative building, which the students mostly avoided.
"Mr. Stark."
"Don't tell me you guys installed a Stark tracker or something." Tony gave Hank—a.k.a. the big blue Beast—a casual wave. "Or were you just lurking on the security cams?"
"Your rocket boosters are louder than any other alarm bell, Mr. Stark," Hank said and invited him in. "What brings you here today?"
"Rogue, I mean Anna, where's she? I’ve been knee-deep in nanotech, genes, biotech—you name it. Might have cooked up a fix for her." Tony asked, eyeing the staff walking around, too many new faces to his liking.
"You did? That's great." Hank cheered up and grabbed his phone to send some texts. "She’s in the X-Men training room."
"That's even better." Tony waved and walked away, his metallic armor still intact, clanking on the flooring. He knew every corner of the school since he'd approved the new designs and upgrades.
Going a few levels underground, he arrived at the state-of-the-art training facilities with modified Iron Guardians that helped train the X-Men in fights. Even his palm was registered at the secured entrance, so he quickly gained access.
Boom!
As soon as the metal doors split open, explosions rang from inside. Rogue, using whatever powers she absorbed, was jumping around and kicking some robot ass.
"That's enough." Tony let Jarvis end the training simulation. "We’ve got business, Anna."
“Really? And here I was thinkin’ I’d have to charm it outta you first.”
"..."
Tony smirked, aware of her fun, rebellious, flirtatious personality. "Relax, I'm still not that easy. Takes at least dinner… maybe a show. But I do appreciate the enthusiasm.”
"Oh, my—so bougie," Rogue drawled, a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her arms behind her back and sauntered toward him. "Well now, sugar… what can this poor lil' lady do for you?"
"This poor lady can undress."
Taken aback by his words, Rogue froze, her brows shooting up, her face all shocked. "W-What? Ain't that a lil' too fast?"
Tony let out a dry chuckle and popped a small vial from a compartment in his metal suit. “As much as I love a good flirt, let’s get serious for a second. I might have something that can give you your life back. No more second-guessing every time you reach out to touch someone. Hug your friends, kiss your lovers… hell, even knock boots if that’s your thing. Sky’s the limit.”
This was even more shocking than being asked to undress.
“You’re kiddin’ me, ain’t ya, Mr. Stark?”
"There’s a long list of things I’d love to do to you—joking around just didn’t make the cut… not right now." Tony waved the vial in front of her face. It was filled with a faintly viscous white liquid. "This is a bit of an experiment, so keep those expectations nice and low. If it works, you can thank me later."
"I-I…" Rogue suddenly recollected most of her life's memories. The painful, annoying moments when she wanted to be held by someone but couldn't. When she wanted to kiss someone but couldn't. "H-How? What do I gotta do?"
"Pretty simple. I teamed up with Reed and Bruce to cook up these new bio-nanites. I call it a completely different state of matter—Reed had notes. Anyway, drink one vial, slather another all over your butt naked body and boom—instant, invisible, undetectable protection. And yes… inside too. You know what I mean."
Rogue received the vial from Tony, her eyes staring at it nonstop. "That's it?"
“Well, the shelf life’s two months—so you’ll want to refill it timely. But don't worry, it's free for you." Tony produced her a bunch of extra vials, a total set of six, enough to last her half a year.
"Hit me up if you need more—assuming it actually works. Fingers crossed."
"I…" Rogue got real quiet, her usual sass slipping away. For the first time since their little heart-to-heart, she looked serious. Her voice hitched, soft and a little shaky. "Ah guess… thanks. Didn’t think there was much hope left, but… Ah’ll go on an’ give it a try."
"Yeah, you should. And shoot me a text with the results. Maybe start with the lab rats." Tony's visor settled back on his face. "By the way, superhero party in three days. Stark Tower. Try not to forget. Now, I gotta go and check up on a kid. See you later."
Rogue waved at him. "Thanks, Mr. Stark."
"Too early for that."
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At Stark Tower,
Shhhh…!
The hot shower rained down on his naked shoulders like a blissful massage. Standing bare under the artificial rainfall, he rubbed his face and chest with nice, fresh soap. But when he tried to rub his arm, he noticed something on the back of his hands—wrinkles.
Not as lucky as the Cap-sicle, I guess.
Time was one thing he didn't have in infinite.
He sighed and shrugged, continuing with his bath.
"Sir."
"What's up, Jarvis?"
"I’ve received a report from Homeland Security. With the assistance of the Iron Guardians, two suspicious individuals exhibiting enhanced physical abilities were apprehended. They claim to hail from Wakanda. Vibranium was recovered from them."
Frowning, Tony turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly wiping himself with it. "That's new. Where were they caught?"
"They were caught fighting each other on top of a New York subway train."
"Hm, exciting. Well, I've got a superhero party to host in an hour, so let them cool down in the lockup." He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the door. "Remind me about this tomorrow. Or don’t. We’ll see how the party goes."
Oh?
He walked out of the shower and entered the study right beside his bedroom. To his surprise, the beautiful, blonde CEO of Stark Industries stood there, setting up some papers on the table, her back towards him. She eyed Tony sideways with a smile.
"Tony, sign these."
“Really? No hello, no hugs and kisses?” Tony said and grabbed a pair of underwear, stepping into it quickly. But instead of wearing more clothes, he strolled right up behind her, arms wrapping snugly around an insanely slender waist that could make a Victoria's Secret model fall into depression.
Pressing his hardness on her pert bottom, he squeezed his face beside her ear, breathing into it.
“Tony—no,” Pepper breathed, her voice taut, strained, hands firm on his wrists where they bracketed her waist. “You have a party to host in an hour. We can’t do this.”
"You said it," Tony murmured against her ear, his lips brushing warm. He gave her earlobe a slow lick, half a grin in his voice. "We’ve got an hour to make some questionable decisions."
An audible gulp came from her long, freckled neck. A shiver betrayed her, her back arching just enough to press against him. She was tense in his grip, but she didn’t move away. Her fingers curled tighter over his forearms—holding him there. Not stopping him.
"Come on… I-oh!"
Tony gave a real, good lick at her ear this time, followed by a deep, searing kiss on her warm neck. He couldn't remember the last time he got physical with Pepper, and honestly, he missed her. One of the few women without superpowers, yet still so close to his heart. Like May.
"How about this…" He slurred in heat against her neck. He traced the line of her thighs, bunching the dark wool of her pencil skirt inch by inch. His palms were broad and warm, and he worked with practiced patience, peeling back layers until cool air met her bare skin. A soft sound left her throat, part frustration, part surrender.
Quickly, his fingers dipped between her long legs, her thigh gap giving him snug space to rub two fingers. She was warm, and the bridge of her white panties was drenched in need.
"Thirty minutes," he whispered, a tease. “If you’re weak in the knees by then, we’re going the whole nine yards."
"Ummm…" Pepper stifled her moan, shrinking her neck where he kissed. "Tony… I don't have time for this."
"Come on, Pepper. You know the doors are always open to the Oval Office for you."
"But I have too much work."
"Shhh…" He suddenly gripped her waist and spun her around before pushing her hips on the edge of the glass table. He leaned into her body, his lips close to her freckled face. "Get used to finding time, Pepper. You're gonna need it a lot soon."
"What do y—"
He kissed her. Mouth to mouth. Hard. Deep. There was no question who controlled this, who led. She opened up to him instinctively, letting him steal her breath, her balance, her focus.
It'd been almost two decades since Pepper started working as his secretary and ten years since they became physical. It was their secret, a small unspoken agreement that helped each other relax their minds and spill out their frustrations. They respected each other's professional boundaries while maintaining some spice.
"Oh!"
She gasped again as he shoved her panties down to her ankles. Then, his rough hands gripped her bare ass before lifting her like she weighed nothing. Sat her right on top of the table, legs spread, skirt bunched around her waist like a present he was dying to unwrap.
"You know…" Tony took off her panties entirely and stepped back, watching her sultry face, her needy, cat-like eyes demanding he continue. So, he parted her legs further and looked down, at her small breasts tightly squeezed under a formal white shirt, then at her flushed pussy, soaking hot for his attention. "Not many get the honor of being eaten by the Tony Stark, but since you're my boss."
She knew this was a joke. If there was a boss, it was him. She was just a helpless, hopeless, willing, needy employee.
He got down on his knees, practically standing straight on them to reach the height where she sat. Her pussy was glistening, pink and pretty, and he couldn’t resist.
"Tony—ahh!" The first lick was slow and mean. Tongue flat, dragging up her slit and making her buck against his mouth. He locked her thighs down with hands, thumbs spreading her open like a fucking feast.
He buried his face in her, groaning deeply. Licking her like he was dying of thirst and she was holy water. No shame. She always smelled good, even here. That Pepper Potts skincare routine never misses.
Amidst long, heavy trails of his flat tongue, Tony added a hand from the upper side, fingers spread upward, his thumb down, dangling over the little bundle of nerves, her clit so exposed. He played at it, nudged at it, and made her coo his name.
"Oh my God… yes… fuck! I missed this so much To-oh-ny!"
I missed those moans, too. Tony thought and savored her most sacred flesh. Heck, knowing that she was the hottest ranked CEO in the world made it even better. He knew half of the business world thirsted over her. But nobody else had her attention like he did.
"Mmmm… A-Almost there!" She gasped, clutching at the edge of the table like she was about to blast into orbit.
He chuckled against her, beard scraping just right, lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard. It'd been less than fifteen minutes and she was writhing like her first ever cockfucking. Yes, he was the one who gave her that, too, years ago.
"T-Tooony!" Pepper couldn't take it and crossed her legs around his head.
Tony didn't mind and added his second hand to the attack, this one going from below, a very tight squeeze but accessible. He shoved a finger inside to tickle her walls as much as the outsides.
As expected, that was enough.
"Mmmmph! Fuck!"
All that pent up sexual need and frustration exploded in her tight pussy. Pepper writhed on the table, almost falling back if not for her hands. She felt her belly throb, the spasms hit her hard before she gushed out an intense flood of orgasm.
"Yes, yesss… God!"
Tony kept his lips and tongue on her until she finished riding through the wave and landed safely on the other side. Of course, he'd tasted her well, and now was the time to keep that promise.
"Eighteen minutes." Tony hummed as he stood back up between her parted legs. He wasted no time and pushed his underwear down, freeing his veiny erection. "Time for the main course."
"I don't care… Give it to me!" Pepper recklessly grabbed his shoulders to avoid falling back.
Tony grabbed her thighs and aligned his cock at her entrance and slowly probed, piercing through those known depts. It'd been a while, and she was a tight squeeze, but he loved that about her. He looked down as he vanished inch by inch, lodging himself deep, eventually bottoming out.
"Ugh… You feel as good as ever, Pepper." Tony murmured, intentionally keeping himself wrapped around in her fertile muscles for long, pulsating moments. The smile on his lips was knowing, and he went in for another deep kiss.
Once he grew breathless, he stopped kissing and looked down, his shaft aching and pleading to start pumping in her.
But he didn’t.
"Get used to this, Pep. You’re gonna need it soon, a lot."
"W-Why?" She managed to ask, barely audible with that thick log invading her.
Tony smirked. "Because it's not easy being the next President of the United States."
"Sure… I'll visit you often at the White Hou—"
Tony shook his head, his hands tight on her ass. "I'm not running for the office again."
"What?!"
Pepper’s eyes blew wide. Realization hit like a truck. The realization of what he was talking about. It felt like deja vu. When he made her the CEO of Stark Industries, he fucked her senseless. Now, he just offered to…
But abruptly, their authentic moment was spoiled by Jarvis's loud voice.
"Sir, the guests from SHIELD have arrived."
"Fuck!" Pepper was quick to react and pull herself off of his hardened shaft. She jumped off the table, wobbly, and put on her underwear quickly. "I heard nothing, Tony. I'm leaving! I'm happy being the CEO. Have fun at your party."
Awkwardly, still hard, Tony pulled up his underwear. Too tired to put on a suit, he just summoned his nanotech suit from his watch. Since it was a superhero-themed party, everyone was going to be in their fancy suits anyway. Iron Man would be right at home.
It was supposed to be a get-together for all the named superheroes from SHIELD, the Avengers, and the X-Men.
In a few hours, Stark Tower's top floor mansion was filled with various superheroes in their vibrant costumes. Even Captain America in his costume was there, as were Natasha and her sister in tight leather suits, much to the delight of masculine gazes.
Tony had to control himself when Natasha and Yelena dropped some mixed signals at him. Sure, Pepper left him dry, but he had to keep things under control.
"Mr. Stark! Drink with me!"
Tony found Rogue partying at the bar like she'd just graduated college. Noticeable by how she touched and hugged her friends, the bio-nanties had worked clearly.
He shared a few beers with the sassy girl and then got busy with others. He missed Storm, but since the baby was too young, he respected her wishes to not come. But May was there, the odd one out without a superhero costume, so he made her wear an Iron Guardian instead.
Director Fury sat down with Professor X and Magneto to discuss the world. Captain America sat down with Wolverine and drank while discussing World War 2. The intermixing of the superheroes was exactly what Tony had in mind, and he ensured that by introducing them to each other.
He played the perfect host, drinking and being wild.
But as the hours went past and midnight inched closer, the guests started leaving. Tony had arranged nice cars for most of them so they wouldn't mess around in their drunken state.
By midnight, the superhero party at the Stark Tower was over.
Seeing the last of the guests leave, Tony lazily sank down on his comfy couch in the living room. The Iron Man armor on his body made him heavier. He was thankful to Darcy for refusing to hold the party at the White House instead. Cleaning all that mess would have taken ages there.
"So… What is it?" He removed his suit's visor and looked at the only remaining guest who'd refused to leave. "Did the bio-nanites malfunction?"
Rogue, slightly tipsy from the beers she had, scooted closer beside Tony on the couch. Since the party's theme was superheroes, she was also dressed in her yellow and green X-Men suit with that cute leather jacket on.
"Not at all, Mr. Stark. wan’ed to give ya a quick lil’ report on it." Rogue drawled, her Southern accent smooth as honey but with a bite of danger. She gave him a slow, deliberate smile, licking her lips just a little. "It worked fine. Felt scared, so Ah’ tried touching animals first… then… Hugged Jean. Even kissed her cheeks, and she… was all fine."
Lazily, Tony clapped his hands. "That's great for you, I guess. Originally, I was cooking up those bio-nanites for Stark Hospitals. The plan was to tackle most types of cancer—get this thing out there, and even tumors won’t stand a chance."
"Wow. That’s insane, Mr. Stark. They should, probably…" Rogue eased in, her shoulder brushing against the cool metal of his suit. "...give you an award or somethin’. Nobel whatever, ya’ know."
Tony eyed her, trying to find clues in her green eyes. There was mischief in those. "They tried. I passed. These days, it's basically a participation trophy with a fancier invite."
"Tsk, now ain't that just awful," Rogue purred, her words slow and honeyed. She leaned in closer, her gloved hand trailing over his metal chest. "But Ah reckon ya earned a lil’ somethin’, don’t ya think, Mr. Stark? Somethin’ sweet… somethin’ real nice."
“Mm-hm.” Tony hummed, giving her a quick once-over. No doubt, the twenty-something had that whole sassy charm thing down to a science. Beautiful? Sure. But it was the green eyes, the smirk, and that one-of-a-kind white streaked hair that tied the whole look together. “Alright, I’ll bite—what’s on your mind?”
"Somethin' somethin'…" Rogue drawled, moving smooth as sin till she was straddling Tony’s metal lap in a blink. She peered down at his reclined face, her proud little giggles giving her away—drunk, sure, but still sharp. "Well, sugar… what d’ya say? Wanna be the first to really test out them fancy bio-nanites o' yours?"
A single brow shot up in amusement. Tony gripped her waist with his metal gauntlet, feeling the softness of her supple flesh. Rogue was the definition of a modern country girl. She wasn't built like those models. Slender and bony. Rogue was curvy in all the right places, tall too, and accent, her way of carrying, it all made her who she was.
"So, let me get this straight. I hand you a chance at the whole normal life package—boyfriend, love, maybe a little mischief on weekends. And you? You show up at my door, an almost retired President?" He gave a half-smirk, eyes flicking to the pale of her face, the red of her lips. "Either I’m still dangerously charming… or your standards are too high for average Joes."
"Heh…" Rogue chuckled, her lips quirking as she leaned in close, the soft curve of her chest pressing up against his armor. "Ah’ reckon that just might be true. They don’t make Presidents like you every day, sugar. Hmm… can’t quite tell if I’m the lucky one, or you are."
Tony’s gauntlet-clad hands slid down from Rogue’s waist, gripping onto the plush swell of her ass. His fingers flexed, squeezing the supple, round fluff, testing its softness beneath the thin fabric of her bodysuit.
She tensed for a moment, then, as if catching his silent message, rolled her hips ever so slightly, pressing herself against his metal-clad lap. The heat of her body almost radiated through his armor, teasing him with what lay beneath.
“A bit of both, I’d guess,” Tony murmured, his smirk lazy but eyes sharp, taking in the way Rogue licked her bottom lip, the hunger creeping into her gaze.
“Mmm… now hush, sugar…Let me take ya for a lil’ test drive,” she purred, her fingers threading through his dark hair before gliding down to cup his face.
Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing herself fully against him. Her body molded against the cool, unyielding surface of his chest plate as her lips met his in a soft, unhurried kiss. A sigh escaped her, warm and sweet against his mouth.
At first, it was gentle, tentative even. As if savoring the moment, relishing in the fact that, for once, she didn’t have to hold back. No barriers. No fear.
Tony let her lead, let her take her time. The softness of her lips teased him, drawing him deeper, and then, there it was: A shift.
Rogue grew bolder, tilting her head and slipping her tongue past his lips. The taste of alcohol and something uniquely her flooded his senses. She was hungry, needy, taking control with slow, rolling movements of her tongue that ignited something in him.
Tony exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands tightening on her ass, pressing her down harder against him. That was when she moved; grinding against his solid armor.
A shudder passed through him as she rocked her hips against his lower body in greed. The thick layers of his armor did nothing to help him, but just her movements alone were too hot to ignore. A groan rumbled deep in his chest.
“Hold that thought,” he muttered against her lips.
Without warning, he disengaged his chest plate, then his shoulder guards, then his waist and thighs, each piece receding back into his nano watch. Rogue pulled back, blinking in surprise as she took in the sight of his bare, sculpted chest. The Arc Reactor glowed faintly between them, casting an eerie blue light over her fascinated expression.
But that wasn’t the real shocker.
Her eyes drifted lower, only to widen when she realized Tony was wearing nothing but his underwear beneath the armor.
Rogue let out a low whistle, her lips curling in delight. “Well now… Ain’t that just perfect.”
She sat back, running her fingers across his chest, tracing the faint scars and firm ridges of muscle. Her other hand ventured up, idly toying with his messy hair, twirling a dark strand between her fingertips.
For a moment, she just absorbed it, drank in the sight of him like he was something rare, something exhilarating. But the hunger returned fast.
Her hands moved lower, skimming over his stomach, grazing the waistband of his underwear before sliding back up to his shoulders. Her thighs squeezed around his waist, and she gave an impatient little roll of her hips, pressing her soaked core harder against his evident erection.
Tony growled low in his throat, his still equipped gauntlets flexing before trailing up her sides. His touch was firm and possessive as he cupped the fullness of her breasts through the bodysuit, the cool metal sending a delicious contrast against her heated skin. He kneaded, teasing his thumbs over her already stiffened peaks through the fabric of her suit.
“Ummm…” Rogue let out a breathy moan, her head tilting back slightly.
“Rip ‘em,” she suddenly drawled, dripping with impatience.
Tony blinked, his hands momentarily pausing. “What?”
She smirked, rolling her hips once more, making sure he felt every inch of her grinding down on him.
“Rip. ‘Em,” she repeated, a sultry challenge in her tone. “It’s too much hassle an’ Ah don’t wanna get up from this fine seat.”
Tony’s lips quirked, his gauntlets tightening their grip. “Well… Since you asked so nicely…”
Tony’s smirk didn’t waver as his gauntlet-clad fingers pinched the slick, skin-tight fabric of her suit right at the center of her abdomen. The material stretched taut under the firm grip of his metal fingers, and then…
Riiip.
The sound was sharp, almost obscene.
Rogue gasped, her body jerking as the reinforced fabric split with effortless ease under his metallic pull.
But Tony wasn’t done. His metal-clad fingers tore a jagged path straight down her front, peeling her suit away like it was nothing. In seconds, the once-intact uniform hung in useless shreds from her arms and torso, and her breasts to thighs and loins were now completely exposed, her panties torn away in the controlled destruction.
What he saw made his eyes widen. A smooth, hairless entrance of her femininity glistening in the dim light, completely bare, completely untouched.
Tony exhaled, his hands tightening instinctively on her hips. “Well, well… came prepared, huh?”
Rogue smirked, but a blush of pink warmed her cheeks. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ to look nice for mah first time.”
Her words hit him like a truck.
Tony’s gaze snapped to her face, studying her expression. He already knew she hadn’t been with anyone before. How could she? Her mutation had made even a brush of skin-to-skin contact dangerous. Lethal. But now… now, thanks to his tech, the nanites keeping her powers in check, she was free.
She could touch. She could feel it. And she had chosen him for this moment.
Something dark and possessive curled in his loins at the realization. But before he could say anything, Rogue leaned in, pressing the warm swell of her breasts against his face.
“Mmm… Taste ‘em now,” she purred, her voice thick with anticipation.
Tony hummed as her softness enveloped him, his lips latching onto the warm curve of her breast. He didn’t hesitate, dragging his tongue over the sensitive peak, feeling the way she gasped, the way her fingers threaded into his hair, desperate for more.
“Ohhh…” Rogue gasped, shuddering at the new sensation.
Her body felt electric. For the first time in her life, she could feel another person’s touch; the heat, the texture, the firm wet pull of lips around her nipple. Every second sent a new shockwave of pleasure through her, her body reacting instinctively, hungrily.
“Yess…” She moaned, trembling, as she slid a hand between her legs, her fingers spreading her slick folds. Just the act of touching herself; of feeling this while another person touched her too, had her thighs quivering. Just how she had imagined it in her restless nights, over and over again.
Tony relished the sight, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking harder. “Jesus, Rogue…”
But soon, just playing with herself wasn’t enough. With a breathless moan, she reached down, pushing at the waistband of his underwear.
Tony chuckled, amused by her eagerness, but helped her along, lifting his hips so she could tug the last piece of clothing down. His cock sprang free; his girthy shaft twitching heavily, flushed at the tip.
Rogue let out a shuddering breath as she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the hot, smooth skin of his large rod. She gave him a slow, uncertain stroke, marveling at how hard he was, how the veins pulsed beneath her fingertips. She had seen a man’s cock before, certainly by accident, but she didn’t think one could be this big. The sight of it moistened her hunger even more.
Tony’s cock flexed at her touch, his fingers flexing on her waist. “You sure about this, Southern Belle?”
She met his gaze, eyes dark with something deeper than lust. “Tony… Ah’ve never been more sure of anything.”
And with that, she shifted, positioning him at her entrance, raw. A beat of hesitation. A flicker of nerves. Then…
She sank down, inch by inch. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her walls stretched around him, the slow, tight slide unlike anything she’d ever felt. A real, breathing cock entering her for the first time.
Tony groaned, his hands gripping her soft hips, fighting the urge to slam her down onto him. He could feel it, that tight, wet cockvirgin hole struggling to stretch as his large spear made way, shoved in with no mercy.
“Fuuuck, Rogue…” His voice was strained, raw with restraint.
Rogue gasped, her back arching as he stretched her open for the first time. A sharp sting shot through her, making her body tense briefly. There was a faint ache, a tiny, fleeting burn of something breaking. And then, just as quickly, warmth flooded in, pleasure eclipsing pain. This was her first taste of it, pain and pleasure mixing into one, finally blooming into a tinge of red that trickled down.
He didn’t know she was a virgin. He’d thought she’d fucked herself before on something, some tool. There were plenty in the market. This was… far too impulsive for her but also… utterly stimulating.
“Ohhh… ohhh, sweet… baby… Jesus,” she whimpered, clinging to him. Her thighs trembled as she bottomed out, completely impaled on his cock.
Tony gritted his teeth. “You’re so ti—”
“Ooooh…” Rogue cut him off, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It’s—it’s throbbin’ inside me!”
The words sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock. Her soaked walls pulsed around him, still tight, still adjusting, her body gripping him like a vice. He reached up, sliding his hands along her waist, then higher, cupping her nude, cloud-like breasts with his gauntlets, rolling her nipples between his cold fingers.
Rogue moaned, her body reacting before she could think, her hips rolling experimentally. Fuck… It felt so good. Better than she’d ever imagined, better than her own hands or slick little toys. A deep, molten pleasure coiled in her belly, every slow movement felt heavenly.
Tony groaned as she started to move, rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her tight heat milking him. He wanted nothing more than to drill as fast as he could, but he knew this time it was for her. He wanted her to enjoy every moment of it, slow and steady. Taste every brush of his cock in her gripping pussy. His fingers dug into her waist, guiding her towards more and more pleasure.
“Atta girl…” he murmured, eyes locked on the sight of her puffy, rosy pussy swallowing him whole.
From gently rocking to her body jolting, she finally found a rhythm. Her hips slammed down harder, chasing something deeper, something more. That tortuous pleasure dangled in front of her as she kept fucking herself on his iron hard cock.
“Aaaah… Ooooh… that’s it… baby-eh!” She cried relentlessly, her hair tossing like a mess.
Then, with a shuddering cry, she finally touched that blissful climax. Her body tensed, her walls clamping down around his cock as the orgasm tore through her, shaking her to her core. Her grip dug deeper into him, her mind struggling not to break.
Tony groaned, gripping her tight as she rode it out, her body trembling in his arms until finally he could feel her tight, kneading pussy relax around him. Her body was serene, almost slumping down onto him.
He chuckled a little, seeing how utterly satisfied she was, but he wasn’t done yet. With a swift movement, he stood. He lifted her up effortlessly, keeping himself buried inside her as he carried her upstairs.
Rogue gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs locking around his waist. “T-Tony—”
He cut her off with a heated kiss, devouring her lips as he pressed her against the nearest wall. His cock flexed inside her spent cunt while standing there, licking and kissing her lips until they eventually had to part for breath.
“Let’s do a stress test now,” he said, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as he walked into an empty bedroom.
Rogue’s eyes gleamed, her nails raking down his back as she rocked against him, desperate for more. “Yesss… that’s what Ah’ve been waitin’ for.”
Tony didn’t waste a second. With a hungry growl, he tossed her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft oomph. Before she could even process it, he had already pushed her legs up. He was on top of her, his thighs spread wide, crouching above the curve of her ass.
Her knees folded up to her shoulders beneath him, thighs spread apart, leaving her completely open beneath him, her slick, swollen pussy glistening with need.
When she saw her own pussy twitching, hungry for him, she panted. Her chest heaving, emerald eyes wild with desire. She was soaked, her slick heat glistening with craving. The sight of her bare, trembling, waiting, nearly undid him.
"Goddamn," Tony exhaled, running a hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Then he pushed in.
“Ahhh!” Rogue gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness, the almost unbearable stretch. It didn’t hurt, not anymore, but it was intense. The pressure, the way her walls fluttered around him, her body adjusting to something so thick shoved inside her. She even felt it nudge on the deepest gates of her love cave, almost certain that it had shifted her insides. But it felt too fucking good, she didn’t want it to stop.
Tony stilled, feeling the tight resistance around his cock. Maybe he went too deep, too fast, or too soon? He didn’t know. “Shit—Rogue—”
But she shook her head quickly, her nails digging into his arms. “No—don’t stop,” she panted, her voice breathy but firm. “Ah want this. Ah need this.”
That was all he needed to hear. He gritted his teeth and rolled his hips forward, burying himself in her pussy, letting her feel every inch of him. Rogue whimpered at the fullness, her thighs trembling.
A slow, disbelieving moan escaped her.
"Oh, hell…" She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut. "Ah—I never thought it could feel like this…"
Tony smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of her jaw, that little maneuver folded her so hard she almost broke. “You expected less from me?”
Rogue let out a breathless laugh, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in. “No, but—shit—Tony…”
Her voice wavered as he pulled back and sank in again, deeper, harder.
“Feels good, huh?” Tony murmured against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck as he plowed into her. His hips thrusting nonstop.
Rogue nodded hurriedly while watching his cock slide in and out of her dribbling pussy, her thighs squeezing under his. “So good. Ah—Ah never thought Ah’d get to feel this… like this. Ain’t never wanted nothin’ more.”
Tony cursed under his breath, the heat in her voice like a flame licking on his loins. She was starving for it, for him, and it was driving him wild. He sat back slightly, one hand sliding down her body to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her peaked nipple.
Rogue gasped, her back arching into his touch. "Tony…"
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, even as he rolled his hips deeper, his cockhead poking at the entrance of her cervix.
Rogue whimpered, shaking her head, her breath coming in soft little pants. Her fingers reached for his wrist, guiding his other hand down, her thighs shifting. “No—don’t you! Don’t stop. Touch me more… everywhere.”
Tony’s cock twitched at her words, the desperation in her tone making him throb. She wants everything?
A wicked idea flashed through his mind.
He grabbed the underside of her thigh, right below his own pivoting thighs, squeezing her plump ass before letting his thumb slide down her swollen pink petal as if to stroke himself. His fingers spread on her ass and placed his thumb right under his sliding cock, rubbing it against the tight, puckered ring of the anal hole. Then he pressed gently as his cock kept spearing into her.
Rogue roared in pleasure; the new sensation threw her into a frenzy. Her entire body jolted, her hands clawing at the sheets as she lost control. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—Tony—Ah'm—Ah'm—!"
The dam broke.
Pleasure ripped through her, her body seizing up before she exploded, a flood of hot, wet release squirting between them and trickling down her heaving belly. The droplets rolled down her smooth body and streamed down the valley between her jolting breasts perfectly.
Tony barely held onto his sanity as he watched her leak all over his cock.
"Shit—" His jaw tightened, his body trembling. He was right on the edge. "Rogue, I’m gonna—where do you want it?"
"Ah don’t care," She cut in, her hands grasping his face, pulling him down so their foreheads pressed together. "Just—Do it! First time’s gotta be real."
Tony’s breathing turned ragged, his grip on Rogue’s legs tightening as he drove up into her with deep, desperate thrusts. The slick heat of her clenched around him, pulling him in, milking him for everything he had.
His cock pulsed, thick and throbbing as his climax crashed over him. His thick batter flooded into her in hot, potent spurts. Every twitch felt like a tug on his balls, emptying him out completely into this sex starved beauty.
The sheer force of it made Rogue gasp, her body jerking as she felt his warmth spilling deep, coating her insides in thick, heavy ropes. This was so new, everything! And she loved it.
His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, his cock twitching with every jolt, squeezing out the last of his pleasure. He barely managed to hold himself up, his body trembling from the overwhelming rush.
Finally, the last shudder ran through him, and with a breathless groan, he collapsed to the side, his chest heaving, his skin damp with sweat.
Rogue lay sprawled beside him, her legs still splayed, her thighs sticky with his cum and that scarlet trace of her past. A lazy, satisfied smirk curled on her lips before she slid up against him, dragging her bare body over his, teasing him with the friction of her breasts and still-sensitive pussy against his heated skin.
“Hehe… Ah guess it passed the test?” Her fingers traced his jaw, playful and utterly pleased.
Tony let out a breathy chuckle, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.
His voice was hoarse, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his tone. “With flying colors…”
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Rogue stayed the night at his place as their rounds of testing went on for hours. She demanded more, more spunk to be unleashed. She wanted to feel it, touch it, even taste it.
Finally, they end up as a tired mess, quickly falling asleep.
As the morning came, Tony let the pretty, southern lady sleep cozily in his bed and went on with his day. Skipping breakfast, he jumped into the bath, dressed up in a fine suit, and left a note for Rogue, telling her to find him at the White House if she needed him.
He then jetted off to DC.
It was a short flight away, and by the time he entered the Oval Office through his modular, moving window, a nice, steaming hot tray of breakfast was ready on his work table. Full with the tastiest cheeseburgers and sides. No soft drinks, though. They were bad for his health.
Not even bothering to dismiss his nanotech armor, he felt comfortable sitting in steel. He just made his hands bare and then his face before shoving down the juiciest burgers known to mankind straight into his mouth.
“Mmm… this is life!”
With the burger in hand, he reclined back, eating and regaining his energy after the long night.
Bzzzz!
Right then, his personal phone rang. A quick look and it turned out to be an unknown number, which was a shock because barely any unknown person had his number.
“Sir, the caller is identified as Christine Palmer, a Metro-General Hospital surgeon. You handed her your card to take her on a date… a few years ago.”
Tony frowned. “Isn’t this a little too late to ask for a date?”
Nonetheless, Tony picked up the call. “President of the United States of America speaking.”
Sure enough, there was speechlessness on the other side. Highly predictable.
“M-Mr. President? Do you remember me? I’m—”
He interrupted her. “I remember you, Ms. Palmer. And, hey, forgive me—never got around to asking you out. How about we fix that? Tonig—”
“No, sir.” She interrupted him. “I called you to ask for your help. My… My friend, Doctor Strange, had an accident and…”
By then, Tony had all the information regarding Doctor Strange in front of him, thanks to Jarvis. The man had had an accident a few months back, and since then, he’d exhausted all his money to heal his nerve damage.
Can’t say no to a damsel in distress.
“Sure. I remember that guy—snarky, a little annoying, but one of the best surgeons on the planet. I’ll have my people cover the bills. Get him to—Hello? Palmer? You still with me?”
All of a sudden, the voice got cut.
Annoyed, Tony put down his burger and checked out his state-of-the-art, hand-made phone. “Jarvis, do a quick scan.”
“Sir, I can’t access the mothership mainframe.”
Clack!
Tony equipped himself fully in armor again, visor and gauntlet back on. He grabbed the President’s phone and—
Beeeeeeep…
It was dead, too.
“Jarvis, scan the surroundings through local hardware.”
Wooosh!
“Or maybe not.”
Right in front of his table, out of thin air, a shining, golden, sparkling circle formed.
“A portal?!” Tony jumped to his feet, blasters aimed.
But then a woman walked in through that round, shining portal, her head bald, but her lips smiling.
“Stop right there, Voldemort! State your business. What planet did you pop in from?"
Lazily, the woman strolled into the Oval Office, her arms behind her back. With a smile, she replied. “From Earth.”
Tony aimed his blasters louder as she neared his table.
“Anthony Edward Stark… You are a most peculiar existence, one that has defied the greatest artifact ever forged. But I must not allow you to further steer time astray—Do not help Strange."
Tony scowled.
“Who?”
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A/N: Do you want Rogue to be a recurring character? Slowly getting wilder and wilder?
Choice 1 - Yes
Choice 2 - No
Comments
John Bose
1
MrPlotThickens
Most likely yes.
Nav
Will Wanda be next?
DarkthShadow
1
Verge
1
woody wolff
1
Caimbeul
1
Nav
1
Jonny Sanchez
1
Aidan Jones
1
Lord Mehmeh
2 nooooo that sounds like mad grooming in tony starks mind and slightly taking advantage of, the guy needs milf goddess’s not slightly goth virgins
Rex2000m
1
Tiago Mieres
1 i hope to see Tony more young and stronger
Sbhat Asfaha
1
Matheus Garritano
1
JF4524
Hopefully Yelena and Wanda become recurring characters
JF4524
1
