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Marvel: President Stark 20 - Terrorists, North Korea & Nanotech
🕑 Added 2024-11-17 18:16:51 +0000 UTC"Hydra?" Tony repeated, instantly stopping his eyes from ogling Emma.
"Believe it or not, they didn’t vanish after the war. Quite the opposite—they’ve grown stronger, weaving themselves into every government: American, Chinese, Russian, and beyond," Emma explained briefly. "Some small Eastern European nations? They’re practically puppets. Stern was one of them. So was the Secretary of Defense. And you, Tony Stark, are their greatest threat."
"And what’s with the sudden burst of charity? You’re not here out of the kindness of your heart, are you? I’ve heard about the Hellfire Club—quite the reputation. You might not be on their guest list anymore, but I’m guessing your playbook hasn’t changed much," Tony rebuked, it not being that hard to see through her. Those sharp blue eyes belonged to a businesswoman.
Emma's lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, her posture leaving little to the imagination. "They sent me to seduce you, lead you to ruin. Predictable, isn't it? But where's the thrill in that? You’re the most powerful man alive right now, and aligning with you offers… far greater rewards. Hydra? Too chaotic, too fractured—one hand clueless about the other. But I can help you deal with some obstacles you'll face soon."
"Such as?"
"The Supreme Court," Emma purred, slipping photos from her purse and laying them before Tony. Each image revealed compromising shots of elderly judges, their aides, or other staff members. "There are nine Supreme Court Judges, and all of them follow either of the two parties. You might have the House and Senate wrapped around your finger, darling, but the Court? They’ll turn your four years into a battlefield."
Tony nodded and leaned back in his chair, not bothering to look away from her generously displayed cleavage. "You think I don't have a plan to deal with them?"
"I never said that. I'm simply showing you my abilities, my offer, perhaps. I have contacts and a gifted power, and truly, I'd like to help you make the lives of mutants better. I didn't bother before, but after I lost… In any case, I shall take my leave. Think about my offer—Hydra, Politics, or… something else maybe… I can help in many ways."
"In return for what?"
"Access." Emma put her stylish glasses back on and smiled, a very seductive one at that. "Access to you, Mr. President."
"What type of access?" Tony asked back, smirking.
"Only time will tell."
With that, Emma walked away, tapping her high heels, her rear swaying in ways that stirred the thing between Tony's legs. He didn't take his eyes off her until she opened the door and left.
At this point, I should name myself Horny Stark. Tony sighed as he fixed his pants and looked back at his table. There were so many nice-looking folders, each holding some document for him to read.
He didn't like that one bit. There were so many things that were too mundane for him to even bother with. Things that were a waste of time for him as the President.
I didn't win this election to just be a fancy office clerk. He thought and pushed the files away. I'll only do what I'm good at—build stuff.
"Jarvis, give me the cliff notes. Split them into 'need-to-sign' and 'who-cares,' but leave the global stuff untouched. And let's cap this little paperwork party at an hour. Tops," he ordered his trusted AI and let it do the job.
In the meantime, he took out his personal laptop and started typing, working on his most important project in recent times—Nanotech.
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For the past few years, the criticism around democracies has gotten worse. People often point out its inefficiencies. Often underlining the delays in decision-making, indecisiveness, delay in policy implementation, and a general lack of political will or desire to fulfill the promises the winning politicians won on.
Tony Stark was on a mission to prove them all wrong. Democracy was slow, not because it was meant to be, but because of the lack of transparency and accountability. If a politician elected on the promise of making healthcare cheaper, building high-speed trains, or increasing the number of jobs cannot accomplish even one of their promises to a degree in their first year, they have no right to stay in office.
The sole reason why nothing gets done on time is that the politicians have no incentive to do so. Why work on something so boring when they could be working on enriching themselves? Growing their contacts and portfolios, and making bank.
So, as the 1st month of Tony Stark's presidency came to an end, a massive, 400-page dossier PDF was shared on the internet through the President's social media handles and even the White House's official website.
The title was 'Government Transparency Report.'
In the index of the PDF, there was a massive list of politicians, high-ranking bureaucrats, and military officers. Each name led to their page, and each such page started with a summary such as—Corruption, criminal destruction of evidence, assault, or illegal activities.
There were too many skeletons being scooped out of closets. All those names had started at lower levels in the past with not much to their names, but now sat on millions to their names, something that wasn’t achievable just by their salaries.
Tony chose to do nothing for now and watch the fire burn. If the accused had any shame, they'd leave their offices on their own. If they were shameless enough to stay, he had plans prepared.
But the Transparency Report wasn't even the main course. With the support of Congress, the changes to the IRS were cleared easily. As the second month started, the IRS Transparency System went live.
Near the end of February 2013, Tony stood on a small stage on the South Lawn of the White House. It was a sunny day, and more than a hundred members of the press were gathered. The entire event was being broadcast live, while behind Tony was a massive flat screen where he was projecting his mobile phone screen.
"This feature is totally optional, but hey, if you're dying to know where Uncle Sam stashed your hard-earned cash, just make an account using your SSN. It’s already tied to your tax profile, so voilà—your details pop up instantly." Tony tapped the screen, pulling up his own tax page, with Jarvis artfully blurring out sensitive bits. "See? Tens of billions. And this nifty little option, 'Tax Distribution,' lets you peek at how it’s spent."
The screen changed in an instant. A long list appeared on the screen with the topmost part occupied by the largest takers of his tax money. As expected, it was Defense Expenses. Clicking on it, the numbers revealed how much went to paying salaries, pensions, research purposes, and ammunition purchases, leaving out the sensitive details.
"Look, for most Americans, the big spenders are the Treasury, Social Security Administration, and Department of Defense. They’ve got the budgetary appetite of a teenager at an all-you-can-eat buffet." Tony showcased the full features of the app. "But what this does is reveal these details to you."
Finally, he tapped on a subcategory under the Department of Health and Human Services and revealed something, a list of general expenses made using taxpayers’ money. 10 million dollars spent on buying pencils, and 1 million spent on paper clips.
Then under the Department of Education, a subcategory revealed 15 million spent on the 'Teacher's Mental Health Guidance Seminar', where a select team of forty teachers went to Venice. It was a vacation, even an idiot could see.
"So, fun fact: these weren’t your run-of-the-mill chalk-and-blackboard types," he said, tapping the screen to open the Transparency file. "We’re talking Principals, Education Board bigwigs, the school system Avengers, if you will. And their names? Right here in this handy little dossier."
Finally, Tony switched off his phone and placed it in his pocket. The screen behind him changed to show the seal of the President. He looked at the media and addressed the cameras bluntly.
"I'm gonna be taking back every single penny that was stolen from the American Taxpayers. And I'm reviewing every construction and purchase tender from the past five years—so if you’ve been up to something, time to break out the receipts. We’ve had the War on Drugs, and the War on Terror, but this? This is the War on Corruption. Our forefathers didn’t fight to turn this country into some slow, bloated mess of red tape—In my administration, things get done, and if you're going to stand in my way, well... I’m coming for the skeletons in your closets—God bless you all."
The cameras began to flash like glittering stars as Tony showed his trademark victory sign before stepping down from the stage to return to his office. Christine Everhart took his place on stage and began answering the questions to the best of her ability while deflecting some others.
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Tony returned to his office and sat down, resuming his work.
He saw his first hundred days as the most important part of his administration. All the things he wanted to do needed to be planned out and put into action.
It required a lot of planning, Congress approval, and budget allocation. Things were hard, but he didn't feel too tired as he had plenty of help around to relax him. Now was one of those moments as he sat behind his table, legs spread wide, his pants piled around his ankles.
"When's Rhodes coming?"
"Ummh… In an hour, Boss." Darcy answered, her whispering voice coming from under the table. Her breath was already restless, yet her tone was excited. "Then Charles will… hand a report on the EU."
Darcy had her lips wrapped around Tony’s twitching cock under the table. She muttered every word as she pulled back, and sucked him deep once again, after a breath, of course. She was certainly one damn fine secretary. She could multitask and still kept serious things professional, and of course he loved her other abilities. Keeping him stress-free with that amazing mouth of hers.
Hard and deep, Darcy fucked her own throat on her boss's swollen flesh, pleasuring him with her flexible tongue in unbelievable ways. She loved it and enjoyed feeling his invasions, his hot cock pulsating on her tongue. It all felt like fantasy to her as her most desired man, THE Iron Man, was so easily accessible to her, and of course his iron-hard cock.
Tony relaxed in a chair and savored the moment, his fingers interlocked behind his head. He could feel all his fatigue being sucked out of his cock, slowly and sensually milked out of the rigid part of him. He spread his legs a little wider, letting Darcy move even closer and plow her throat on her own.
He loved the way she was eager to do so, covering every bit of his extended flesh with her spit. Her minty fresh, hot breath tickled his wet skin before her plump puckered lips slid over his shaft. He could feel her tongue caressing his cockhead, sliding down his girthy shaft with twists and turns, sending waves of bliss up his spine.
He bent down just a little, and caressed her dark hair, admiring her jiggling breasts out of her unbuttoned blouse. So full and lush he couldn’t take his eyes off them. They perfectly jutted out as she had pulled her bra down, cradling them to perk up even more.
She didn’t even look up at him, focused on her task. Her head bobbed up and down along his length, sucking him from base to tip, and even swirling her pink tongue around his crown.
He breathed roughly and chuckled, "Wait, does this count as workplace intimidation? Is it a power play?"
Darcy giggled, mouth filled with sticky spit and mess. "Hehe, not when I love this thick cock of yours, boss… god, what I'd do to get to sleep holding it every night."
Tony's brows shot up, intrigued by how that'd play out. "We can try that tonight."
Darcy looked up at his face with her excited eyes and spluttered while trying to speak with her mouth full. "Lesss fukin-ggh gooo!"
She gulped down her spit and went in with even more gusto. Her face went down between his legs and up quickly. Her splutters choked a little, but she kept on going without a care. She wildly gobbled up every inch of him, forming a seal with her stretched lips. Her sleek wet tongue pressed his cock against the ceiling of her mouth, massaging his length entirely.
Tony throbbed without pause, his balls twitching as he felt the expected end coming. His hands sank into her dark wavy hair, pulling her face down and plunging his masculine pole deep into the back of her throat. It spasmed inside, and he finally poured himself into her scorching hot throat.
Darcy swallowed it all down, guzzling it all to her belly, coating her throat in slimy cream. She moaned through her nose as if his nectar was the best juice she ever had.
“Ghk…” Tony grimaced and his knees buckled a bit, feeling the vibrations in her throat, and the blissful suckling her gulps made unintentionally. It felt as if every last bit stuck in his shaft was pulled out through his tiny hole like an empty Capri-Sun sucked to infinity and beyond. Finally, after coming down from such a high, he let her head go and pulled out of her sticky, hot mouth.
Darcy licked him clean, every nook and cranny thoroughly scooped. She wanted a perfect ending for her hard-working boss, especially since he was the man of her dreams. Well, unless some historical geniuses suddenly came back to life.
She rose from her knees slowly, intentionally letting her hefty set of twins smush and drag along his thighs, crotch, and abs. She let him grope her breasts while doing so, using her own hands to hold his palms and guide them to be a little more rough, gripping, and squeezing.
She moaned as he did that, aroused by how greedy he was for them. "Umh… I-uh… should go and prepare for the next meeting, boss."
"You should." Tony stopped the little exchange of bodily pleasure and stood up to pull up his pants. "Send in Rhodes and Charles together. I gotta get back to Stark Tower after this."
Quickly, Darcy fixed her clothes up too, and then combed her hair with her fingers before straightening her tight, long skirt. "I'll send them in."
Alone in the office, Tony grabbed a room freshener spray from his desk drawer and profusely sprayed it all around. Although he understood that most people close to him knew that the room was likely used for his other hobbies, he still didn't want them to smell his jizz the first thing after entering.
Smells better.
Clack!
He took back his seat and waited for the two to enter. His Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of State, Rodney and Charles Xavier.
"I'll start with the good news," Tony blurted, arms folded on the desk.
Rhodes moved a visitor's chair aside so Charles could roll in his wheelchair closer to the table. The bald man then placed a file on the table and pushed it forward.
"What's this?" Tony took the files and shuffled through them. "MoUs? For what?"
"I didn’t seek this, Mr. President. I visited ten of the twenty-eight EU nations, and each seemed eager to align with America in your plans. Given these MoUs are non-binding, they see them as symbols of unity and support. Frankly, I believe their interest lies more in you than in the United States—they want to be part of the technological revolution you’re leading," Charles bluntly answered.
Tony rubbed his chin and closed the file. The MoUs were legally worthless, but he could use them for media clout and pressurize the nations in the future if they chose to not walk the talk. "I'm headed to the Kennedy Space Center later this evening. I'll be announcing changes to NASA. Darcy’s got the files for you, Charles. Take a look, then shoot the proposal over to our friendly neighbors for the space defense initiative. Oh, and there’s another file for the non-allies."
"Russia and China as well?"
"Why not? Unless they've got a spare secret planet stashed away, they're stuck in this mess with us. When the space pew-pews show up, they won’t exactly stop to check our skin tone or eye size."
Charles awkwardly nodded and took back the file he had brought. "Did you receive the briefing on North Korea?"
"I did, and I tossed it in the trash. No one’s undercover in that mess? No one? Just rumors and wild guesses? And now some overweight toad is supposed to take the reins after Kim Jong-il?" Tony quipped, his frustration evident but not fully directed at them. "South Korea’s got to have eyes up there, right? What’s their play? Watching reruns?"
"The South Koreans want… to not escalate the situation. Since the Northern regime has only shown their nukes, there isn't much left to do."
Tony sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. "That’s precisely why I’m stepping in. North Korea’s pulling the ultimate 'hold my beer' move: 'Do what I want, put up with my nonsense, or I’ll blow up myself, my neighbors, and maybe the moon for good measure.' Look, I’m not here to throw shade at dictators or communism—whatever floats their boat—but nukes? Yeah, those I care about—especially after being targeted by one."
"Then what do you wanna do, Tony?" Rhodes asked, being the Secretary of Defense now.
"Nothing. I'll deal with them myself. How did your Afghanistan trip go? What's the verdict?" Tony asked, changing the topic. He had plans for North Korea, but he wasn't ready to implement them yet.
Rhodes sighed and leaned forward on the chair. "Long version or the short version?"
"Short kings are the best."
Rhodes held back a chuckle, "Run! Run out of Afghanistan as quickly as you can, Tony. It's an endless pit of military expenses. The Taliban is still alive and kicking, just waiting to outlast us, hoping we'd lose steam eventually. Osama isn't there, Tony."
"Agreed on everything but running. That's not my style," Tony replied, well aware of the situation in Afghanistan.
He built his first Iron Man suit there, after all. Furthermore, he didn't want to let things return to square one and let the country turn into a cesspit of extremists. "If we pull out now, it'll be like Iraq all over again."
"We've already spent almost a trillion on the war in Afghanistan, Tony. Whatever you do, I hope you remember it," Rhodes replied and relaxed back in the chair. "In any case, I know you're cooking something."
"I am, something hot and spicy, but satisfying in the end." Tony smiled proudly and abruptly stood up from his seat. He removed his tie and suit jacket and then stepped inside his opened-up Iron Man suit behind his chair. "By the way, Charles, what happened to that exoskeleton I lent you?"
"I prefer the chair, Mr. President. But I do use it at the school often to teach kids and take strolls. It… calms my mind," Charles gratefully replied.
"Good to hear. Alright, I’m out. Got some stuff to finish up at Stark Tower. Catch you guys tomorrow."
Waving at the two, Tony walked over to the massive window behind his table. At his voice command, the entire window frame slid sideways, making open space for him.
Shhhh~
His boosters blasted onto the floor and like a rocket, he jetted off into the sky straight from the White House. He needed no motorcade, no police escort to protect him. Flying was his primary mode of travel, and it saved a hell lot of time.
The sight of Iron Man leaving the White House had become common for the residents of the Washington, D.C. area. Often, school kids on tour, or even journalists, would camp outside the White House to catch a glimpse of the flying President.
Heck, sometimes Tony even descended to the ground to save people in traffic accidents as he'd be on his way, flying with eyes all over the ground beneath. He reckoned it'd keep his popularity high and his senses sharp.
Just because he had the Iron Guardians didn't mean he had to stop being a hero.
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Manhattan wasn't far away for Tony. In less than half an hour he arrived at the top floor mansion of his now fully finished Stark Tower. He initially thought of naming it Avengers Tower but then decided to keep it Stark since it helped him in the election. However, the building was still used to house the Avengers, giving them an apartment each.
He entered through the wide-open entrance he had designed and quickly grabbed a whiskey bottle to make himself a glass. His suit helmet was already retracted, so he noticed a woman from the periphery of his vision.
"Maya Hansen." Tony blurted her name and turned around with a second glass in his hand. He walked closer to her, admiring her still-pretty looks. It wasn't easy finding good-looking scientists, he felt. "We attended the New Year's Eve conference in Bern."
Of course, he left the part where they spent a night together and then he left in the morning.
"Been trying to reach me for a week, huh? And you thought the best way to get my attention was by sending the President a threat?"
Maya Hansen took the glass from Tony and chuckled. "It worked, didn't it?"
Tony shrugged and sat down on the couch, still in his Iron Man suit. "How can I help you?"
"No, Mr. Stark, it's me who's here to help. I know who is causing the 'Mandarin' bombings. I… I need your help afterward." Maya looked down, confused about how to even talk to him now. Before he was just Tony Stark, but now he was the President. "Remember my research?"
"That human body upgrade and regrowth cells thing?" Tony vaguely muttered. Ever since he'd become the President, he'd learned to at least listen to the other party before ridiculing them. So, he listened to Maya first. "What of it?"
"I… I joined Aldrich Killian, and he helped me develop the Extremis with nanotechnology. It granted the human body the ability to heal and regenerate from physical damage, deformities, and even psychological damage. Regrowth of severed limbs, physical enhancements like exothermic abilities—but it's unstable in some cases and can cause… an explosion."
Tony stopped drinking and looked at the woman sternly. "Did you take it?"
"No! No, I didn't. I knew about the unstable nature, but Aldrich refused to stop. I don't know how he's related to the Mandarin, but I know that it's Extremis that's causing the explosions." Hansen explained anxiously, sitting with back straight, hands rubbing. "I regret giving him my research… I hope you can help me this time, Mr. Stark."
Her research is being used for terrorism and this is what she's worried about. Tony looked at the woman strangely. Scientists—At the end of the day, just a crazy bunch.
"Alright, here’s the plan—let me handle Aldrich and the Mandarin first. Once they’re dealt with, we’ll reconvene and have a serious chat about your Extremis. If it’s got healing properties, I’ll bring in Banner." Tony offered her a genuine offer.
Maya jumped to her feet in excitement. "I'd love that! Thank you, Mr. Stark."
"I'll contact you later then."
Thanking too many times, Maya finally left his building.
After that, Tony walked to his main workshop to see his resident slave. The man he had kept locked up willingly, to help him work on nanotechnology.
"Reed, any updates?"
"One more week!" Reed blurted, not even looking at Tony. "I'm almost there."
He's more excited than me.
Firsthand, Tony saw why Sue left Reed. The man was overly enthusiastic about everything. It could be the most mundane thing, but Reed would give his complete attention to understanding it, often forgetting about everything else. His other research, his friends, his loved ones.
Feels depressing.
####
Tony spent a few hours at Stark Tower and then landed at Kennedy Space Center for the press conference. He revealed the budget increase for NASA, and the target to return to the moon within one year. With a rocket big enough to transport 6-10 people alongside a massive payload. Of course, he was going to help from the sidelines.
Finally, as the night approached, he flew back to the White House and entered through his usual window in the office room. It was late, almost midnight, so he went to the Executive Residence between the East and West Wing.
"Someone seems excited." Tony entered his bedroom and found Darcy already under the sheets, most likely completely bare. She grinned from ear to ear, sitting up.
"I bet if you had a tail it'd be spinning like a helicopter."
"Can I hold it?!" Darcy blurted in question.
What's with her weird fetishes?
Tony stepped out of his suit and started undressing. "Haven’t you held on to it enough?”
“It’s different while sleeping!” She added in excitement.
“Different? How?”
“It’s a girl thing, you won’t understand.” Darcy pouted exaggeratedly, but her gaze still carried a giggle.
“Sure, but that's the endgame. You gotta earn that privilege first."
"Hehe…" Darcy instantly threw the quilt away. Her completely bare, voluptuous figure came into view, so ripe, pale, and plump. Her soft thick thighs, her curving waist, a sight of craving. "How would you like to savor me, Mr. President?"
Tony exhaled deeply, his loins heating up. Darcy had spread her knees wide and massaged her breasts. Her pink, drooling, slit of wonders was all in his view, hairless and so beautifully tight.
"You dry?" Tony asked, wondering if there was a need for foreplay.
Darcy squeezed her thighs together and raised her legs higher until her knees pressed on her breasts. Then she reached down from the sides with both hands, palms spread. She stretched her asscheeks near her pussy, stretching herself apart to show her slimy rosy heat. "Do I look dry, boss?"
"As juicy as a rare steak… but I don't recommend biting into one without the proper... preparation. Though, I can always turn up the heat."
Tony crawled onto the bed, skillfully placing his legs to the left and right of her plump ass. He slid his arms right under her legs, nimbly raising them up until her knees rested right on his shoulders. Then, his hands slid down her back, preventing her from leaning back onto the bed.
He let her place her arms around his neck while his swollen member poked its head right at the entrance of her wide-open pussy. His hands went lower and lower, sliding down her back, and cupped each asscheek. He finally pulled her into himself, pushing his cock right in as she sat there between his open legs.
“Oohh…” Darcy mewled, feeling the purple mushroom-like cockhead parted her pussy lips. Her knees opened wide as Tony’s shoulders held them up in place. Her whole being felt like floating, only her pale ass brushing against the expensive presidential sheets.
He raised her upper thighs with his hands, lifting up her whole body a little and cradling her as she held onto his neck. Back and forth like a sinful swing, his cock went deep every time he pulled her closer.
“Oohh… Mr. President. Yo–you’re so … S-strong!” Darcy moaned, letting him use her body like a sex toy. She withered in torment every time he pulled her onto his cock, rocking her back and forth. Her pussy squelching in acceptance, clearly visible when she looked down.
It was a new position for her. Both her legs were stuck atop each side of his shoulders, his hands behind her ass, keeping her elevated onto his cock, while she held onto his neck to not fall back. It felt so sinfully new and exciting.
She could see her wet flushed petals stretching around his girth, sucking on his cock as they pouted around him. Her aiding lube glistened on his vulnerable skin, sploshing every time he stuck in deep. The nasty sight gave her a thrill, a hot, unholy sensation coursed through her mind.
“Eyes on me,” Tony whispered, his face inches away from her sweaty, flushed erotic expression.
“Ahhhh… Ye–yes… Mr. President.” Darcy cooed, her voice even more melodious.
God, how Tony wished it was his birthday at the moment, the way she called him “Mr President” was too damn hot. He leaned forward a little, taking in her sweet tongue with his lips, kissing her wild and fiery mouth with a frenzy. His arms kept moving, pushing and pulling her along the hard pulse of his arousal, letting the bottom of her upper thighs collide with the base of his loins with hard smacks. Even the slaps reverberated through, giving him even more reason to fuck her harder and harder.
“Oh, oh, oh God! Yes!” Darcy cried out in bliss as her lips pulled back from Tony’s plundering mouth. Her thigh muscles contracted, her ass tightening, almost capturing Tony’s balls between her soft cushions over and over, testing him as her body rocked to and fro. Her dainty feet straightened up at the sides of Tony’s head.
That strong, lovely sensation began to claim her. The hard pokes against her cervix sent her to heaven like a tidal wave of enormous power claiming her body. Her nectar came, wildly, explosively, bursting out between their bodies. It rolled down her smooth walls, tainting the luxurious bedding under her.
“Fuck..” Tony couldn’t help but groan a curse. The tight compression of her climaxing pussy utterly engulfed him. He could feel every twitch of her inner walls, sweeping along his straining cock like bolts of surging electricity. His cockhead squeezed at the very end, wrung with force.
He trusted her enough to abandon himself to the pleasure and pulled her in for one last ramming thrust, right into her flooded pussy. His cock smothered into her, deep, staying there for a moment before he spilled himself into her. He felt as if he rocketed through the universe, surfing on the waves.
He finally let her body go, placing her marvelous ass gently down on the bed between his legs, her legs down to the sides of his waist while she continued to hug his neck.
He took deep panting breaths while stuck to her, forehead to forehead. “So… sleep?”
“Yeah… I’m... spent,” Darcy replied, still panting with a satisfied smile on her lips.
Tony pulled his legs out from under her knees and easily rolled to one side of the bed. He dropped his head on a soft pillow and straightened his tired legs, opening his right arm wide for her.
Darcy happily laid down on his arm, scooting over to press her heavy assets on Tony’s side. She giggled and kissed his cheek, her hand crawling down his toned belly and onto his sleeping cock. Her fingers worshiped his cock to the fullest. “I’ve dreamt of this day for so long!”
"Don't be surprised if you wake up with another pool of cream down there," Tony warned as he felt her tight grip pulsating on his flaccid length.
"Hehe, oh, please fill me up all you want, Mr. President!"
Hearing her, Tony felt that meeting her had been one heck of a lucky streak. Despite all her quirkiness, Darcy was good at her work, and he loved every bit of it.
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Pyongyang, 1st March, 2013.
Kim Jong-un had everything. His father was dead, and he was the undeclared ruler of North Korea. All he had to do was slowly consolidate all his powers before proclaiming himself the dragon to the whole world.
What the world saw as a problem for North Koreans—poverty, malnutrition, no healthcare, and no jobs, didn't exist for Kim Jong-un. He loved luxury goods such as expensive cars, watches, designer clothes, and fine wine. He loved basketball and Western culture itself, Michael Jordan his favorite.
He adored films, and sure enough, Hollywood ones. Even video games were included in his vices. But nothing beats his love for Western fast food. Excessive food ran in his family, and he was personally a large man from the beginning.
As always, after a whole day of 'working', he returned to his home. Although he wasn't the official Supreme Leader yet, he had started to live in the Ryongsong Residence. It was mainly for privacy as the place was extremely secure for him to enjoy all his vices.
That night, it wasn’t food or movies, but a woman. A North Korean news anchor, a young woman whose career was about to peak inside the bedroom of Kim Jong-un, under his fat body. As repulsive as it was, she didn't mind. It meant she'd receive more perks in the future.
His feet wobbly, Kim Jong-un walked with his one arm around his female partner's waist. He laughed at his own jokes throughout the way. "Why did the missile break up with the satellite? Because it needed space… Just like I need space to lead the greatest nation in the world!"
"Oh! Hehe…" The woman laughed her lungs out, forced, of course.
Clack!
Soon enough, he led the pretty news anchor into his dimly lit room and began the ritual right away. He wasn't an athletic man, so his stamina was far too limited to even attempt any type of foreplay. Wasting no time, he got rid of all his clothes and then rested down flat on the bed.
"Come, take your glorious leader inside."
The woman turned a few more light switches off and quickly removed all her clothes. Then she crawled onto the bed. It was hard to tell if the Supreme Leader was erect or not since the man was blessed in everything but 'that'. But still, she needed to arouse herself, and to do so she licked around Kim Jong-un's thighs while her own hand fingered her entrance.
"Quick, I'm tired!"
She sneered inside and straddled the large man. His waist was so wide that her knees couldn't even reach the bedsheets on his sides. She just sat dangling on his heavy frame, his barely noticeable shaft penetrating her folds. It tickled her, honestly. Still, she thanked the dimness of the light, scared she might have vomited on the 'glorious' Supreme Leader otherwise.
"Aaaaaah! Oh, yessss! So biiiiig! Oh, oh… my… I love you, Leader!..." Since the man couldn't see her face, she moaned with a deadpan look. This was a mere strategic move for her. Heck, it felt cold in that room despite being involved in sexual pleasure.
"Uh… Faster!" Kim ordered, his thick arms reaching for her breasts. But he couldn't raise his torso to reach her. "C-Come… down for me."
Snap!
Just then, all the lights in the room turned on. It became so bright that Kim closed his eyes, roaring in anger. He shoved the woman away from his lap, thinking she did it. "You insane woman! I will have you ex—"
He gulped.
His eyes grew wide like never before.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Kim heard metallic claps from the right corner of the room. A figure sat on the large couch in the corner, overlooking the bed.
A figure covered in red and gold metal armor from head to toe.
"Y-You! You're…!"
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As soon as Reed and Tony finished working on the nanotech, the first thing Tony made with it was the latest Iron Man suit. And to take it for a walk, he flew to North Korea with an elaborate plan.
Tony waited for the perfect time. He wanted to wait until the fat toad was completely spent and tired.
Sadly, he just couldn't. There was no joy in watching what was happening in front of him. It even annoyed him. Kim Jong-Un had everything, power, money, and pull. But instead of turning into a handsome, sexy billionaire desired by women like himself, the guy became a toad. Not only hated by the world but even by women.
Snap!
So, he snapped his fingers and turned all the lights on in the room.
"Y-You! You're…!"
At least he knows me. Tony thought and nodded his metallic head.
"What's with all these fancy hotels and their obsession with putting a chair right in front of the bed? Folks back home call it a 'cuck chair.' So, uh, Big Kim, you a cuck or just a fan of weird furniture?"
"YOU!" Kim voiced louder, his chubby hand finally rising, a finger pointed at Iron Man. "Y…"
"Iron Man, yeah, guilty as charged," Tony replied and stood up to his great height. He raised his palms towards Kim and the woman, the sound of his blasters charging hummed. "Now, don't even think about making a move or I'll blow your underused brains apart. Oh, and Jarvis—real-time Korean translation. Make it happen."
"Of course, Sir. Ije umjig-il saeng-gag-eun haji maseyo. geuleohji anh-eumyeon yeoleobun-ui jal sayongdoeji anhneun dunoeleul nallyeobeolil geos-ibnida."
"Iron Man! You are Iron Man! Tony Stark!" Kim Jong-un shouted in perfect English and jumped to stand on the bed, his little, little brother dangled in all its humiliating glory.
Tony stepped back a little, appalled by the proximity of that body. "Sit down, or I’ll blast that mini pecker ap—"
"Big fan! I'm your biggest fan, Tony Stark! You are my idol! I love you! I love you so much!"
"..."
W-What? What did he say?
"Jarvis, what did he say?"
"He professed his love for you in English, Sir."
"But why?"
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A/N: Question - Should Kim Jong-Un live or die?
Choice 1 - Big Kim lives. He's Tony's fanboy and lets his idol turn his country into a tech utopia. Tony's pet project on how great a country can become with tech.
Choice 2 - Big Kim dies. Tony uses diplomacy to bring democracy to North Korea. No tech utopia.
Comments
Nav
I'd you ever do a second tiny stark book maybe you can do where tojy uses the infinity stone to create his own paradise he goes back in time
Ofeq 2003
Make Kim and NK his pet project
Yaz
1
Pontus
If kim jong un is a Tony fanboy, he can become a great ally. But he most reform the whole country. He will need help with trade, Energy, food, industry, the prison system and rouge Military generals. A lot of work.
Verge
1
DarkthShadow
1
woody wolff
1
Lord Mehmeh
1
Grey Jack
Choice 1. Just to fuck with everyone else.
Hadrian Scipio
Choice 1: Killing him is unnecessary, and kind of psycho. It also sets up a dangerous precedent on assassinating world leaders.
LETSGOO
1 , cause will be funny to see china, russia and hydra shit buckets
LETSGOO
Yeaaaaaa
Tiago Mieres
1
Huntzman
Option 1 for pure shits and giggles
Luck George
1
Rex2000m
2
John Bose
2
GyaNNN
Option 1 for the shits and giggles. By the way for first lady or his future wife I agree with you in that Emma Frost is a good match, her or Aunt May is Tony wants something more down to earth, but I doubt May would be the type to share him with others, Emma wins in there.
Idsuikyo
1 - I think it would be a fun option.
Nav
Choice 1 it's funny
JF1215
If choice 1 means he controls Kim completely then yea sure but if Kim refuses to be controlled then option 2 also atp I wouldn’t mind if Darcy or May became his First Lady Darcy brings out the craziness and curiosity outta both of em and May is one of the few women that can genuinely reel him in and bring his ego back down to earth and love him at the same time
Aidan Jones
I’d say 2; although as amusing as 1 would be for Kimmy interactions, he’s currently doing 1 with the US. Edit: On further reflection I’m changing my vote to 1. Would be hilarious if his idolisation of Tony and Tony’s involvement as a superhero-president will make Kim imitate him and not quite redeem himself but become a superhero for North Korea.
