Drinking Contests

Drinking Contests

Tony x Reader (one-shot)

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"It's useless Tony, you can't beat me. Your already dead drunk!" You say smirking, and then downing your sixteenth shot.

Tony belches and then raises an eyebrow at you, "I dunno 'bout that babe, your pretty wasted too." Tony knocks back the shot quickly and smirks at you.

This all started a few hours ago when Tony over heard you complaining to Nat about his drinking habits, so he proposed that you have a drinking contest with him. If you could beat Tony in a drinking contest then he would drink less, if you lost, you would have to kiss him and stop complaining. You had agreed to the terms after changing them up a bit from what he first had proposed, which was if you lost then you would have to sleep with him; to that you would kiss him if you lost.

It was your turn, your head spins feverishly and you feel nauseous, but you persevere. Taking a deep breathe you close your eyes, trying to focus and sharpen you senses. This helps a lot, and your nausea starts to subside.

"It's your turn Love, if you don't take the shot it's my win," he smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Was that concern you saw in his eyes? 'Yea right! I'm just shit wasted!' You think to yourself, throwing back your head and down the shot.

"You were saying something about winning?" You smirk.

Tony sighs slightly, "we'll see..."

~le time skip to a few shots later~

Your head was throbbing and you felt about ready to keel over. You were sweating like mad, and knew that your weren't in great shape right now, you probably looked like a mess.

Tony wasn't faring much better then you, but for some reason he was extremely attractive to you. His face was tomato red and he had that goofy grin plastered to his face, but every once in a while it would disappear and be replaced by his serene and very sexy smirk.

You had always had a bit of a crush on Tony, but never really wanted to admit it. I mean, he's a total player! Who wants to tell her best friend that she is in love with a playboy?

You had just downed another shot and it was now Tonys turn. He sat there holding his shot glass smirking at you, when all of a sudden you felt very sick, your face paling. His eyes widened and then knit together as he placed down the glass and stood up, grabbing your shoulder, "alright (y/n), you win, let's get you home!" And he helped you up and pulled you towards the restroom. When he got you to the nearest toilet you let yourself release the tension that had knotted up your stomach and threw up. Tony holds back your (length) (colour) hair and rubs your back, cooing at you reassuringly.

"No fair Stark! Y-you cheated! That was a forfeit..." You cough, and hurl into the toilet again.

Tony rubs your back, his hands are so damn warm and feel so good on your tense muscles. "We can argue about this later, Hon. Let's first get you cleaned up and go home. C'mon gey' up~" Tony gently helps you to your feet, holding you close to his chest. You can feel the heat coming off of his chest as he supports you, guiding you to his car. Your heart thumps getting faster and faster. Feeling dizzy, you lean against Tony heavily and moan, your head was killing you. You didn't notice Tony blush as he held you tightly.

You made it to one of Tonys many sports cars without incident, it was a small and sleek black Mazda mx5, nothing to expensive or overly fancy, but it's simplicity was beautiful, and it's handling smooth. Hard top was up as Tony helped you into the shotgun seat and made his way to the drivers.

Closing the door he said "hey JARVIS, get us home, and gently too! (Nickname)'s feeling sick!"

"Yes sir, right away sir." Says the AI.

The engine starts and you feel the car gently and smoothly make it's way home.


"Easy now," Tony says hugging you against his chest as he helps you into he elevator. He bent over you, his nose brushing your hair. Tony loved the smell of your hair.

He had been harbouring a crush on you since he first met you, and he did the best he could to bug the hell out of you since. If the Avengers found out that he was in love with just some nobody, especially Fury, they would turn him into a laughing stock. He had and image to uphold, no way he could let that happen... Could he?

"Tony... I feel sick." You complain, clutching his arm.

Tony pets your hair, "I know love, I know... Were almost there."

You sigh, "ok."

The elevator dings and you arrive at your floor. Tony guides you inside and leads you to the bathroom. "Here take some Tylenol," he hands you some pills and then gestures behind himself with his thumb while looking down a bit, "I uh, I'm gonna go... If you need anything, you, um, you know where to find me... So... Uh... Yea..." And with that Tony walked out, leaving you alone in your bathroom.

You sigh and take the meds. You go through your regular routine of putting on you pj's and brushing your teeth, but first you shower to get rid of that awful drunk feeling and to clear your head. When you finish you plop down on your bed and decide that you would like some fresh air, so you go to your door and head out, only to trip over something lying on the ground.

It was Tonys leg.

"TONY!!?" You gasp while trying to catch your balance.

"Oh shit! Are you alright?" Tony shouts grabbing your arms.

"Yea... Yea I'm fine."

Tony sighs relaxing a bit "ok, good."

"What...?" You start to ask.

Tonys face becomes beet red as he looks at you his ears turning pink, "no I wasn't sitting outside your door to make sure you were ok, or if you needed anything... No way in hell I would do that. No, not Tony Stark."

You burst into giggles, he was so damn cute! Which only made him blush harder and scowl. You couldn't help but tease him, "of course not Mr. Stark." You grin.

Tony looked you up and down, you looked so adorable in your old sweat pants and Led Zeppelin tee... Even a bit sexy, he admitted to himself.

You sigh when you look at him, remembering the evenings events, "I lost..."

Tony looks up at you, "no, I'm pretty sure you won, you drank more."

You shake your head, and then decide that that was a bad idea "no... You could have drunk more, and you forfeited... You win!"

"I'm pretty sure forfeit means that YOU win?" Tony smirks.

"BY DEFAULT!" You cry.

"God your stubborn. Y'know that right?"

You pout just a bit, "yes I do know that!"

Tony sighs and steps towards you, he's only inches away. "Then how about this, sweet cheeks: we both win..."

You lean forward a bit, heart thumping, "you drink less..."

"... And you shut up and kiss me!" Tony ends, and kisses you lightly on the lips, then pulls you into his embrace wrapping his arms around you and kissing you passionately.

"I love you (y/n)~" he murmurs into your hair.

"I love you too, you big dork!" You say, sighing in his arms.

"ALRIGHT!" Tony grins, "then let's go have sex!"

You roll your eyes at him, "I am not THAT drunk!"