𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

The Bet "!"

It had been over two weeks since you and Tony accepted the bet. Natasha mentioned that the two of you couldn't go an hour without touching each other, and given how competitive you and Tony were, it definitely surpassed that hour.

Your days were spent teasing each other, hoping one of you would eventually break. But that never happened. You tried everything, wearing a dress that was entirely too tight, showcasing your curves and cleavage, walking around in just his shirt and some thigh high socks, using that robe he got you that was way too short.

He also tried to make you break. Letting his hair grow out, wearing his black wife beaters that always drove you insane, walking around the house with just a towel that hung dangerously low, showcasing his adonis belt. The tension between the two of you was thick, but neither one of you was ready to back down just yet.

Tonight was a special night. The team sat around the small bonfire, most of you were drunk off of Thor's Asgardian liquor, deciding to let loose after today's successful mission. It wasn't often that something like this happened, so you were all thoroughly enjoying it.

You were drunk and very, very horny. Tony cologne invaded your senses as he sat next to you, giving you a subtle wink as he took another sip out of his drink. The bastard knew, it was obvious with the way you kept rubbing your thighs together, a miserable attempt and trying to ease the ache.

He sat back, manspreading as he put his arm on the back of the couch. You could see the bulge in his pants, fingers itching to touch him. You didn't want to lose, but you were sick of this back and forth with him.

Leaning into your side, centimeters away from touching you, he whispers in your ear. "Touch me, and you lose, princess." His hot breath fanned against your next before he pulled back, a smirk decorating his lips.

You dug your nails into your thighs, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before following Nat into the kitchen to get refills for everyone. She smirked at you as you scrambled to get the drinks situated, a desperate attempt at trying to ignore the ache between your legs.

"I see the bet has lasted a lot longer than an hour." You hear her say from behind you.

"Thanks to you," you playfully shove her shoulder, "I have gotten no action in over two weeks. And I've tried everything!"

Her laugh echoed throughout the kitchen, making you smile and roll your eyes. "Just give in then. It's a silly bet."

"A silly bet that I refuse to lose." You shoot back.

She looks you up and down, tilting her head when she takes a look at your dress. "Let's fix that then." You don't have time to question your intentions before she rips your dress, making it shorter than before. She also pushes your breast up, making sure you're showing as much cleavage as possible. "There. Now there's no way he won't break."

"I've walked around the house practically naked Nat, I don't really see this working."

"I've never failed you, have I?" she asks. You shake your head as she hands you a few drinks. "It's gonna work." She sends you a wink before leaving the kitchen.

You instantly feel Tony's eyes on you as you make your way towards the team, handing the drink before sitting next to him. You send him an innocent smile; watching as he takes you in, eyes stalling on your breast, not bothering to discrete.

"My eyes are up here, baby." You say with a smirk.

Tony cleared his throat and darted his tongue out to wet his lips, attempting to focus on whatever Steve was saying. But that seemed rather impossible with the way you were sitting, legs crossed, making the dress slide up dangerously high, and your breasts. God, he just wanted to put his face in between them, inhaling your sweet scent.