Tony's head pounded as the nanites in his blood kicked into high gear. His mind cleared up quickly, the fog of last night's drinking binge lifting. He sat up, still trying to piece together the events that led him here.
His gaze shifted to Mystique again. 'God! She's so beautiful. But first things first... what happened last night?'
He replayed the events in his mind. There had been the usual competitive banter, followed by more drinks, and before he knew it, the conversation had veered into deeper territory. He had admitted things to her—things he didn't even usually admit to himself when sober.
He smiled to himself, remembering.
There was a drinking game. Mystique had laughed harder than he'd ever heard her laugh, her usual icy demeanor melting after a few too many shots. And then there was him, Tony Stark, the self-proclaimed genius with zero filter once the alcohol hit. He remembered confessing something he probably shouldn't have.
"I'm just saying," he'd slurred, a little too loose-lipped for his usual comfort, "the first time I met you? I—uh—I definitely fell for you. You're... you're just... perfect. Like, you're a blue goddess or something, and I... I have a thing for blue girls. I think I have a thing for you." He chuckled, but it sounded like a nervous hiccup.
Mystique had narrowed her eyes in that sharp way of hers, not entirely amused. "You're drunk."
"I'm very drunk," he'd admitted, grinning like a fool. "But that doesn't make it any less true."
She'd taken a swig of her drink, watching him carefully, her lips quirking into a smile that seemed too soft for her usual expression.
"I thought you were an arrogant bastard when we first met after all that messy incident," she'd confessed. "A cocky, egotistical, billionaire genius who thought the world owed him everything."
"Damn, Mystique. You really know how to make a guy feel special," Tony had replied, chuckling and reaching for another drink.
"No, really," she took a sip of her drink and continued, her tone more sincere than he expected. "But you're not like that. You're not just some arrogant guy. You actually care about people. About helping them. You treat everyone with respect, even people who don't deserve it. It... it's rare."
Tony had blinked at her, the honesty in her words catching him off guard. "I—well, I mean... yeah, I guess that's true. I do try, don't I? I just like helping where I can."
Mystique had looked at him then, her expression softer, almost vulnerable. "Over time, I... I started seeing you differently. I didn't want to admit it at first, but I started to fall for you. You were different from what I thought. You were, you know, kind of... nice. And you actually listened. For once, someone didn't just see me as an enemy or a weirdo blue freak. But I didn't think you'd feel the same."
Tony had frowned, still a little buzzed, but focused on her words. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you already have Natasha, Yelena, and Sue," Mystique said the names with a quiet kind of hesitation. "I figured there was no room for me. And besides, you're... well, you're Tony Stark. Why would you want someone like me? Then... when you asked me out, I was so happy. I didn't think it was real. But you... you actually wanted me. Me. It was like a dream."
Tony had leaned forward, his words coming out slurred but serious. "Raven, you gotta have some self-confidence, you know? Just go for what you want. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But if you keep waiting and lose that chance, then one day you'll sit and think, 'Why did I miss that chance?'"
He took another sip of his drink.
"Really? Just go for it?" She asked, gulping down her drink.
"Yep!" Tony gave a nod.
Mystique then went on her fours. Her eyes were stuck on Tony's face as she slowly crawled over to him and pushed him down on the floor before saddling on his waist. Then she leaned down and started kissing. Tony hugged her and kissed her back. Even in that state, he could taste her unique taste apart from whiskey.
The kissing was turning more intense. Then she suddenly pulled away with a smirk.
Mystique ripped apart his shirt and began to kiss his chest, slowly moving down towards his abs. "I... I'm ready to go for what I want," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
A low groan rumbled from Tony's chest as her hands traced the lines of his muscles, her touch setting every nerve ending alight. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her back up to his lips for another searing kiss, before rolling her over. He went on top and smirked. Then he kissed her neck, followed by a little lick. She took her hands and placed them on her breasts.
"You have no idea how horny I am right now," she murmured into his ear, her voice husky with desire.
Tony just chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Well, I guess, I'm about to find out." He squeezed them while kissing her and savouring the moment.
Then, when he parted, Mystique removed her black scales covering her boobs and private parts, revealing the smooth, blue expanse beneath. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in every detail. "Perfect," he breathed, the word a reverent whisper. "Absolutely perfect."
He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone, then another between her breasts. Mystique arched against him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly, a desperate, aching need that only he could satisfy.
"Mhmmm~" She moaned when Tony began to suck on her left nipple while squeezing her left boob.
Tony's tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing it into a tight peak. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body writhed beneath his, the sounds she made that were so raw and uninhibited. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his other hand roaming down her side, tracing the curve of her hip.
"Oh, Tony~" She moaned. "Don't tease me." Her voice was a breathy plea, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.
He smirked against her skin, but obliged, kissing a path down her stomach. He could feel the muscles in her abdomen quiver with anticipation. He nipped at her hip bone, then moved lower, parting her thighs with his hands. He looked up at her.
Mystique simply nodded, her breath catching in her throat.
He lowered his head again, his breath warm against her most sensitive flesh. He paused, letting the anticipation build, before finally giving her what she craved. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her.
She moaned in pleasure, her back arching off the floor. He was relentless, his tongue exploring, tasting, driving her wild with need.
'So juicy...' He thought as he kept sucking her clit and pussy lips while holding on to her legs.
Her moans became more frantic, her hips bucking against his face with every passing second. "Yes, yes, right there, don't stop," she cried out, her fingers clutching at the carpet.
He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He increased the pressure, his tongue moving faster, and then she shattered, a wave of pleasure so intense it left her breathless. She cried out his name, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
He stayed with her, lapping up her juices, until the last tremor subsided. Then he moved back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, a heady, intimate flavor that only fueled her desire.
Then he pulled back a little to take off his pants.
She didn't waste any time. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him firmly. He groaned as she pumped her hand up and down, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip.
"Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice husky with need.
Mystique didn't answer with words. Instead, she pulled him closer, guiding him towards her entrance. He needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at her wet pussy, and with a slow thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. She was so tight that he nearly came.
They both moaned at the feeling, the intense pleasure of being joined so completely. He started to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last. He kissed her again while she moved her hips in sync with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She loved the way he was going deep and slow and the way he was dominating her lips... the feeling of being completely filled by him. The world narrowed down to just the two of them, the sounds of their bodies moving together, the feel of skin on skin.
He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, the slap of skin on skin, and the wet sounds of their bodies joining. Her fingers dug into his back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. He didn't mind. He welcomed the sting, the proof of her passion.
"Fuck, Raven," he gritted out, his hips slamming into hers. "You feel so good."
"You too, Tony," she panted, her voice breathless. "So good."
They continued that rhythm for a few more minutes before he stood up and took her in his arms. Then he walked to the bedroom and lowered her softly. Mystique opened her legs once more and with her fingers, she spread her pussy lips.
Tony climbed on the bed and pushed his cock back into her wet and tight pussy.
This time, he started going faster and harder, while looking into her eyes.
"That's it. God! Feels so fucking good Go harder" Mystique cried out in pleasure.
Her words sent a jolt through him, making him even harder. He obliged, driving into her with a renewed fervor. He watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, the blue mounds a mesmerizing sight. He reached down, pinching one of her nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
She cried out, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around him. He slowed down, wanting to draw this out, to savor every moment.
"No," she whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his. "Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping," he assured her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Just changing things up."
He pulled out of her, ignoring her disappointed cry. He flipped her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, this new angle allowing him to go even deeper. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room.
"Fuck! So deep Shit!" Her thighs trembled, and she came within a couple of thrusts, but Tony didn't stop. He kept pounding her pussy. The overstimulation was so good that it drove her crazy. She gripped the sheets, her knuckles light blue, her face buried in the pillow.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles as he continued to slam into her, pushing her towards another orgasm. She was so close, so very close. He could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the desperate sounds she was making.
"Cum with me, Raven," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Let's do it together."
His words were her undoing. She shattered, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice as she screamed into the pillow. The intensity of her orgasm sent him over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, his cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside her.
He collapsed on her back, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. For a long moment, they just lay there, a tangled mess of limbs, basking in the afterglow.
He finally rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing patterns on her blue skin.
And before they knew, both of them fell asleep. The alcohol played a big role in it. But how much of it was alcohol and how much of it was real? Only they could tell.
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[Present time]
"Wow!" Tony couldn't help but say it a little too loudly. Thanks to his Mind Gem, he could remember every detail clearly.
He slumped back and balanced his head on his left arm as his eyes were on the blue beauty, who stirred a little. He stayed there for a few minutes before slipping out of the bed slowly without disturbing her.
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