toxicity (t. s.) 18+

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It's been two days since you were at Tony's place. Now you were organizing some of your clothes and listening to music while doing that. You exchanged some texts with Tony a while ago but just basic small talk. You continued thinking about him when your phone buzzed. You picked it up, seeing it was him and put him on speaker. "Hey, I missed you." You greeted him happily, which he ignored completely. "Y/N, there's a party tonight at the Avengers Tower. I will pick you up at seven." He said, expression cold. "Oh, okay, what is it about?" You asked, excitedly. "See you then, bye." Is the last thing you heard. "Tony-" Your voice is cut off when you heard the repeatedly beeping sound. You sighed and looked into the mirror with a sad gaze. And they say love is nice.

You put on a red dress that was hugging your body tightly and went for a simple make up look. You checked your appearance one last time before sitting down on the couch waiting for Tony. Your eyes moved around the room and focused on the clock. Ten past seven. Another sigh left your mouth as you realized he was late again. It used to happen in this relationship and then he'd blow it off like nothing happened and doesn't understand why you're mad about it. God, Y/N, what have you gotten yourself into? You thought to yourself. Your gaze landed on your watch again and it showed 7:34 pm. Worries started to chase your mind and that's how you found yourself dialing Tony's number. Just when you were about to press the button the doorbell rang and you cursed. You opened the door and glared at Tony. "You're late." You said, looking him up and down. He licked his lips before replying. "So are you, I rang the doorbell thirty seconds ago." He stated, smirking. "You look beautiful by the way."
"Asshole." You hissed.
Immediately the proud look on his face changed into a stone cold one.
"Repeat that." He growled. "You know, I don't appreciate you insulting me, sweetheart." He fake smiles down at you. "Whatever, Tony, we'll be late." You mumbled before walking towards his car. He looked down for a second, poking his inner cheek before getting into the car and starting to drive.

"Oh, Stark, I love your girlfriend, she's so cute, don't mess with her, buddy" Steve exclaimed loudly, patting Tony's shoulder. They were both standing at the bar watching you, talking to Natasha. Tony shook his glass of whiskey, stare fixed on you, but listening to Steve. Actually he was waiting for the slightest glimpse of interest in his voice, ready to kill him. Tony didn't say a word. He took in all the opinions the others had on you, knowing what they thought of you now. He walked over to you and held you by your waist. "Wanna get some air?" He mumbled into your ear. "I'm talking to Nat, wait a minute." You smiled at him sweetly. "Great, let's go." He said, ignoring you like this morning and dragging you with him.

"What was that about, Tony?" You ask annoyed. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked back, playfully grinning. "I just wanted you all for myself, for once. Since you're flirting with all of them and don't have time for me." He stated, raising an eyebrow. "What?" You asked surprised. "I'm flirting with them?" He looked at you, nodding his head. "What the fuck, Tony." You shook your head looking at him. You were about to leave when he spoke up. "What, you wanna go back now? Why don't you fuck one of them straightaway, uh?" He said, blame in his eyes. With that sentence, being spoke you turned around and slapped him across the face. He looked to the side and bit his lip at the feeling. "Just telling the truth." He mumbled and saw your hand raising again so he grabbed it and pulled it above your head before smashing his lips against yours. His tongue devoured your mouth hungrily and you kissed him back with just as much force. "Stop fucking hitting me." He growled, staring into your eyes. Your moment was interrupted when a drop of rain hit your shoulder. Tony noticed it too. "Come on, let's get back inside." He said, placing his hand on your lower back and leading you away.

A few drinks later for all of you, you were laying on the couch, next to Natasha, gossiping about the world. "Alright, everyone." You heard a male voice and turned around seeing a muscular, blonde guy. It was Steve. You had seen him before, during your project with the Avengers . You had the guy in good memory since he has been pretty friendly and made you feel comfortable. You hadn't seen Tony in a while, so you assumed he was at the bar, which was correct. He stood there 7th glass of scotch in his hand. He did something on his phone and didnt pay attention to anything else. Your thoughts were interrupted when Steve yelled happily.

"Spin the bottle, right now!"

Haha, no. You exchanged a look with Natasha. That was when you suddenly felt Tony's strong hands on your shoulders. "No, Y/N's not doing that." He spoke, shaking his head. "Oh, come on, please!" Clint spoke, obviously drunk. You hadn't even seen him before. Suddenly an idea came to your mind. Tony had been acting shitty lately, why not provoke him a little? "I'm in." You spoke, grinning. Natasha gave you a weird look and you winked towards her. She seemed to understand and agreed as well. You looked at Tony, who's blood was boiling. He wouldn't let anyone kiss you. "No." He mouthed and you smirked. Then you shrugged, smiling sweetly, before turning around. "Fine." He growled towards Steve. "But first..." He mumbled, walking over to you. He grabbed you under your elbow and pulled you out with him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N." He spoke, clearly unamused by your behavior. "It'll be fun, don't be a jerk." You smiled up at him, your hands gliding up and down on his chest. "You're drunk." He stated. "So are you, daddy." You almost moaned out. A small hum left his mouth at the name and his jaw clenched. "How come, that you only call me that when you're drunk?" He asked, mad tone. You shrugged and smiled again. "Come on, one round of the game doesn't hurt, right?" You pleaded. "No." He growled once again. "What if... I ride you back home?" You spoke, innocently tilting your head and looking at him through your lashes. His hand reached upwards to scratch his beard, his eyes never leaving yours. "You deserve a break." You said quietly, seductively licking your lips. A moment of silence followed. "Fine, but behave." He replied, focus on the last word. You squealed happily and rushed back inside.

First spin.

At the couches were sitting seven people. Clint and his girlfriend Julia, Steve, Natasha, Tony, a guy named Bucky, who you never met before and You. All eyes were focused on the empty wine bottle spinning slower and slower. Tony's hand's were tensed up on his glass of Scotch as he feared to see it land on you. Clack. It stopped spinning. "Oh, Julia! Your turn." Clint spoke excited. Tony's glare was fixed on you as he couldn't wait for the evening to be over. You looked so beautiful smiling and being excited over something that small. Your eyes began to sparkle and your small hands took a strand of your hair and placed it behind your ear. You looked down and fixed your dress in an adorable way. How bad he wanted to do it for you. Coming back to reality Tony looked at Julia and Bucky sharing a small kiss.

Second spin.

Bucky's turn. He spinned the bottle witch a quick movement. It landed on... Tony. Laughter filled the room as he rolled his eyes and placed a small peck on Bucky's cheek. You and Tony exchanged a second of eye contact before you looked at Steve and whispered something in his ear to which he started smiling. Tony's jaw clenched hard as he saw you putting your hand on Steve's thigh and leaning over to whisper into his ear. The small look Steve gave your cleavage didn't stay unnoticed.

Third spin.

This shitty game definitely became too long for Tony. He did his turn and saw the bottle landing on you. At least one good thing this night. Without another thought he walked towards you and started kissing you passionately. He opened his eyes during the kiss and saw everyone looking. That's how he found his tongue devouring your mouth hungrily and hands gliding down to your hips. You moaned into the kiss when a blush crept up your face. Tony pulled away smirking, thumb stroking your lower lip. Suddenly his smirk fell  when he realized it was your turn now. His grip on you tightned as he sat down next to you.

Fourth spin.

The bottle seemed to slow down, after spinning a couple of times. Tony's whole body tensed up as it became even slower and now landed on no one other than...

"Steve." Natasha bursted out, trying not to laugh but Tony shot her a glare. You seemed to be surprised as well but then decided to tease Tony a little, as you loved seeing him jealous. It somehow turned you on to see his rough side, though sometimes he was scaring you with his behavior.

"Well, go ahead." Steve said, giving you a confident smile, while Tony felt the urge to punch him until his fists were covered in blood. He downed a glass of whiskey, seeing you getting closer. Only inches away from Steve's lips, Tony finally snapped. He grabbed your hand and harshly pulled you towards him. "Y/N. We're leaving." He growled and you looked confused. "But-" You went to protest but Tony already pulled you up to your feet. "Right now." He said loud enough for everyone to hear. He shot an obvious fake smile and before they could react you were in the elevator with him. "Fucking spin the bottle." He mumbled shaking his head, while you smirked.