#and not so deep down Bruce (super rationally) blames them for some of the distance between he and Dick over the years

[friday-ocean]

Fortuna Calling

Summary: An evening poker game in the Stark Tower seems like a great idea. Unfortunately, the invited guests are anything but exciting. This gives you the opportunity to play with a small, exclusive group. But this time your concentration seems to let you down. Will there be a way to make up for your loss?  Pairing: Bucky & Reader Warning: alcohol, SMUT (+ 18) Author‘s Note: For @buckysthot writing challenge. All the best for your birthday and milestone!  Prompt: „Don’t worry, you’ll pay. I’ll make sure of it.” Masterlist

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With sluggish eyes you watch the little boys sitting in front of the gaming tables. All right. "Little" and "boys" may not be quite right. Many of the players are much older than you are. Grey strands of hair are running through her back combed hair, first bald spots are covered, and her eyes are undermined by deep shadows. And yet, they are children. Little children who have discovered a new game for themselves. Each newly revealed card elicits a reaction from them, their gaze racing restlessly across the entire table, the precious whiskey and old scotch in their glasses long forgotten. Every loss or gain of a few dollars is loudly commented on and every card analysed as in a crude science.

You lift the whiskey glass to your red lips, but to your disappointment you notice that the glass is empty. With your lips peeled, you put it back on the marble counter. That was already your third drink. Your absolute maximum at events like this. Should it have been? Little kids and empty whiskey glasses? How disappointing.

The empty bar stool next to you is moved and curiously you look over, away from the children playing. Falcon, Captain America and his best friend himself lean against the bar next to you. Not surprisingly, Tony Stark meets his team members and close friends at a party. But, meeting these famous men doesn't leave you cold.

You cross your legs. Your white High-Waist-Rock with the filigree embroideries slips a tiny bit higher, accentuates your thighs and long legs. Like true gentlemen, the three men seem to pay no attention to your figure. But you didn't miss how all three had almost unanimously shifted their weight from one leg to the other.

Suddenly you feel like playing. That would be the right antidote to your boredom. Elegantly you lean back in your bar stool, your sulking lips escape a clearly audible sigh as your gaze "accidentally" glides across the room. As if on cue, Falcon, better known as Sam, turns to you. His broad grin is an enchanting contrast to the stony expression of Winter Soldier.

"Well? Already all your chips gambled away?" With a small, innocent smile you turn to the men: "No, not really. At all these tables I'm not really..." You make a throw away hand movement towards the tables and look at Sam disappointed. "And I was really looking forward to this evening." Like a little child you push out your lower lip. "Understandable", Captain America himself seems to want to get into the game. He puts his empty glass on the counter and examines the tables.

"What do you think of it when we retire?" Sam attracts his two best friends and grins at you broadly. "Together with you, Wanda, Natasha, Bruce and Rhodey, we could have more fun. “ The small group decides to meet in a private room. Tony has always reserved one or two rooms for particularly ambitious or shy players. Rumour has it that these rooms were used for very special "games" before Pepper stepped into Tony's life. But they are only vague rumours. Their truth lies only a short distance above the rumour that Tony is the evil twin who imprisoned the good guy in a deep dungeon. They may be very entertaining, but that's all they are.

In the middle of the room there is a large round table, warm light illuminates the room and a small bar fulfils all wishes. A man you identify as Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, hands you a whiskey and you take the place between Steve and the lovely Wanda. Sam, Clint and Bucky also sit at the table. Rhodey, Natasha, Maria and Bruce decide to watch for the time being.

During the first rounds you hold back with your game. It's far too interesting to watch the others play. Steve next to you is a rather calm and cautious player. He avoids big risks and you can decipher his poker face in just a few minutes. It's reassuring to know that the great Captain America is indeed the exemplary person he always pretends to be. Boring to know he won't make the game any more interesting.

Sam and Clint deal with everything except the cards on the table. Lots of stupid sayings, even more whiskey and loud laughter. It costs you a lot of restraint not to let them empty their pants directly. Wanda on your right doesn't seem to be playing very long. She thinks longer, weighs and keeps her eyes on the cards. Yet she is a dangerous player. Her poker face is cool and the first small risks she takes are clever and courageous. But who you really can't figure out is Bucky towards you. He laughs at Clint's stupid sayings, ignores Sam, and talks calmly to Steve and Wanda. You wouldn't describe him as cool or dismissive, rather distant.

It takes a few rounds until the game finally begins to become more interesting. The mood loosens and there is still plenty of whiskey being poured out. Sam and Clint make a strange joke that you don't quite understand. Some pun called Clint and Bucky - you give the two men a little smile in recognition of their efforts, but Bucky almost pulls it from the chair.

His laughter is melodic and deep, but above all it's true. Politicians, entrepreneurs, professors - these men laugh, but they don't laugh with you, they laugh at you. Little girl. Uneducated. Not to be taken seriously. Little child. But Bucky laughs together with everyone at the table. A warm feeling spreads between your legs, your stomach balances backwards. The evening has taken an interesting turn. Maybe even more is possible? A new plan comes into being in your head.

Your cards show a promising picture. Time to put the plan into action... From the inside you bite your cheek, with your free hand you stroke along your throat. Your gaze wanders over the group, but briefly hangs over Bucky's bright eyes. Who can blame you? Eyes as clear as a star in the sky are attractive. Again, your eyes land on your own cards, which you place hidden in front of you on the table. With your lips pinched together, you push all your chips into the middle. "All in", your voice is thin, but attracts everyone's attention.

Steve moans and throws the cards on the table: "I'm out. It's too hot for me." Wanda, Sam and Clint flew Steve's example, with Sam and Clint probably doing everything Steve would have given them at that moment. All that alcohol had made any rational thinking impossible. Only Bucky doesn't part with his cards. He counts once, then his chips a second time. He wrinkles his nose and looks you straight in the eye. Again, your stomach does a somersault, but this time a forward one. How do you know that? You just must accept it after the jerk that runs through your body. "I'm missing some chips...", he pushes the few you he owns to yours in the middle. His pile is clearly punier than yours. "But I am certainly... In advantage." Bucky waggles his cards and a striking, crooked smile brightens his face. To prove it, he throws his cards in the middle of the table. Full House: Three ladies and two nines. Bucky's grin has widened a little, his white teeth flash brightly. His big hands already reach for the chips in the middle of the table, but you click your tongue. Irritated, Bucky raises his gaze, his eyebrows pulled together.

You can't avoid a small, winning smile. But quickly you level your features again and sort the cards on your hand. "I think my hand looks a little better..." You look at Bucky with big deer eyes, but then you lower your eyes to your cards. Slowly you spread one card next to the other. King of Spades, King of Clubs, King of Diamonds, King of Hearts and finally Seven of Hearts. Four of a Kind.

"Fuck...", the curse rolled Bucky unconsciously over the dark lips. Steve lifts an eyebrow but says nothing to his best friend. The lost game is already punishment enough. You collect the chips on the table. Carefully you sort the colourful thalers before you, a pretty small stack has developed before you. Bucky clears his throat. The whole situation is unpleasant for him. "I'll pay you the money, of course. I have enough in my room." A little smile plays over your lips: "Don't worry, you'll pay. I will see to it."

Bucky moves away from the table and the other players start a new round. But really, the mood slowly calms down, the time is moving incessantly towards midnight. Slowly the group dissolves. Natasha and Bruce have retired earlier, without anyone noticing (or wanting). Sam and Clint drink directly from a newly opened bottle of wine, which is certainly one of Tony's special treasures. Steve, Wanda, Maria and Rhodey have made their way to their private rooms together. You leave your chips on the table and turn to Bucky. He had rather stayed in the background when saying goodbye but didn't let you out of his sight. His glowing blue eyes almost burned into your body. It took you some effort not to tremble under his gaze.

Now, as you approach him, his gaze rests on your face. His eyes sparkling knowing, a super soldier like him will certainly not forget a promise of money. "I have the money in my room, I will fetch it directly", you like its direct nature. Why talk about it for so long when everyone knows what it's all about anyway? Betting debts are honorary debts. "Please don't bother because of me. I'll just come right along", your smile is warm and friendly. Bucky just shrugs his shoulders.

Without another word he leads you to the elevator, further up to the private level. In the long hallway he takes a few steps forward, you take your time to follow him. You just like the sight of his back too much. He had already taken off his jacket while playing cards and now he's just throwing it over his shoulder. The white shirt stretches delicately over the wide shoulders and the chic suit pants have a butt carved out of marble. You really wouldn't mind if the hallway was at least 100 km longer, but unfortunately Bucky stops in front of a door after only a few meters. He opens the door and enters the room and you follow him in uninvited. ���I've got the money right here.“ Bucky crosses the room, past a large sofa and a huge, comfortable bed.

"I have no interest in money." Your strange comment makes Bucky pause and he turns to you. Asking, he has raised his eyebrows, unsure what to say to you. With swaying hips you walk towards Bucky, a sensual smile on your red lips. You stay close in front of him, stroke your lips with your tongue. Feeling his incredible body warmth, you can't stop yourself from stretching out your hands towards him. Gently you smooth the collar of his shirt. "Can't you imagine what a woman would like more?"

Bucky's face lights up, finally he understands you. His big hands lie on your hips, pulling you a little closer. "What did you imagine? Your smile gets wider, you didn't expect him to bite so fast - all the better for you. You stand on your toes, try to overcome your difference in size. With a smoky voice you whisper into his ear, your breath a warm breath: "I will ride you until I whimper your name".

Stunned, Bucky opens his pretty eyes. No woman had ever spoken to him like that before. But Jesus, he likes it. You wander down from his ear, over his cheek to his full lips. Your lips find each other, nibble, bite, dance together. You only interrupt the kiss to pull the tight black top over your head. Your full breasts are only tamed by an elegant black bra, but Bucky doesn't pay attention to it. Almost brutally, he tears the exclusive piece off your shoulders, but that's already forgotten as his mouth closes around your nipple. His tongue strokes your bud, sucking it into your mouth. His metal hand is dedicated to your other breast, the cool metal on your heating skin a sensation.

You could give yourself all to Bucky's mouth and hand, but it demands more from you. Your hand strokes his head, pulling his hair to release your nipple from his mouth and turn back towards you. "On the bed", you command him only. Bucky doesn't need another request. His hand around your hip comes loose. He quickly takes off his already open shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and underpants follow directly. You watch Bucky like an eagle chasing a little mouse. The sight of his abdominal muscles alone makes you tremble, but then his half erect penis jumps free.

Swallowing heavily, you look at his best piece. It was to be assumed that Bucky is well stocked, but that exceeds any of your wet dreams. Without taking your eyes off Bucky's penis, you say, "Lie down on the bed." Of course Bucky didn't miss your look and he smiles inside himself. Of course, he knows he's quite well equipped, but your recognition makes his friend pulsate even more. While Bucky lies down on the bed following your instructions, you quickly take off your high heels, skirt and panties. It doesn't surprise you that your juices have collected in the panties.

Bucky supports himself on his arm and watches you squirm out of the skirt. Finally, you follow him onto the bed, crawling over his body on all fours. With your mouth open, you spread feathery kisses on Bucky's pelvic bones while your hands stroke his thighs. With a moan, Bucky drops into the pillows. His hand finds your head and strokes your hair from your face.

Your lips find his shaft and you put your hand around his base. With your tongue you stroke over the tip, taste his salty pre-ejaculate. You continue stroking, moistening his entire length. As wet as you are already between your legs, your effort is completely unnecessary. Perhaps unnecessary, but the way Bucky trembles and moans under your tongue and lips is a real pleasure.

Bucky's hand finds a strand of your hair and he grabs it, a grunt escapes his throat. You lift your gaze from his penis and look straight into his eyes. His pupils are black, dilated with relish. You rise, swing a leg over his hip, kneel over him. His gaze strokes from your illuminated face, over your full breasts, down between your legs. Your vulva glitters and Bucky stretch out his hand, but you quickly grasp his wrist and put his hand on your hip instead. Slowly you lower your hip, your hand back to Bucky's penis. Your labia brush over his tip and you push him between them. He penetrates you, expands your innermost. A moan escapes your lips as you sink down on Bucky. You need to take a moment to trace the feeling of fullness and get used to it.

Your eyes are closed, your lips slightly open. Bucky absorbs each of your facial features, enjoying the sight he gives you. His metal hand also finds your hip and he begin to massage your soft flesh. Slowly you begin to move your hips. Up and down. Up and down. His velvety penis, you feel every vein. You keep moving up and down on his tail until only his round tip remains in you. With another jerk you sink down on him again. You moan together, your narrow tail and his mighty tail form a unity.

You lean on your chest, press your fingernails into his soft skin. The muscles in your legs begin to tremble with excitement and effort. Bucky strengthens his grip around your hip, begins to support your movements. Trembling your muscles clench together, your orgasm builds up stronger and stronger. Bucky's rhythm becomes faster, more powerful. "Bucky... Bucky!", your voice is just a soft whimper, your flat breaths are interrupted by deep groans.

The next blow hits you deeply and a wave of pure ectasia spills over you. Your innermost muscles cramp around Bucky and Bucky unloads his warm juice inside you. As if bedded in cotton wool, you drop onto Bucky's chest, pressing your face against his neck. Still deep inside you can feel your juices mixing. Slowly Bucky withdraws from you and pulls out the blanket under you. Sluggishly he wraps you in the blanket and wraps his arms around you before you come to rest breathing heavily.

"It's nice that I can still meet you!” Tony's sudden cry lets Bucky and you drive around. So late in the dark night you hadn't counted on anyone. Bucky insisted on escorting you from the tower and calling you a taxi. Of course, you didn't object. Too much you enjoy crossing the empty tower arm in arm.

Tony doesn't seem to confuse the whole situation at all. His eyes sparkle, his grin is wide and radiant. Either he had joined Sam and Clint, or he had already looked deep into the bottle during the official part of the evening. "You were my personal Fortuna today! The evening was a complete success. We've collected more than we've collected in a long time", he claps his hands, enthusiastic, his joy from the alcohol only increased. "I will arrange the transfer of your commission in the morning."

"You notice how Bucky stiffens in your arm involuntarily. "Yes," Tony already begins. "The little one is a professional player. I like to invite her to my poker evenings. Then I can always be sure that the rouble will roll! You put your head in the back of your neck and grin at Bucky mischievously.

"Sorry, sweetie. But you never had a chance against me."

 ~ Fin ~