Tony StarkXReader Screw You

You stomped around Stark Towers, attempting to rid yourself of the man following you.

"So, you wanna go on a date?"

"No," You retorted. "Never. Screw you."

You felt yourself jerk back, something pressed against your back.

"Oh, you want to? I was suggesting a date first, but if you just want to screw, that's fine, too."

You forced yourself away from him.

"Go fuck yourself, Tony." His smirk unnerved you, but not as much as what he said next.

"Already did."

"Ugh, gross!" You squealed, walking faster, in more of a hurry to get away from him.

"Come on, (y/n)! I just want one date, then one night of fun, and then. . .A few more nights and. . .Come on! I'm not asking much!" He cried and whined behind you.

"Freak show."

"Wrong," He said, angered now. "Sexy show. Unless you want it to get freaky, that is?"

He grinned as you groaned, practically running now.

"Okay, one DATE!" You promised. "No night of fun, though." You glared at him as he began to whine.

He threw his hands up in defeat,

"Fine, I'm fine with a date."