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zi-i-think · 2 years

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Thank you!!

Missed You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Supersolider!fem!reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: Smut!; Switch!Sam; Switch!reader; oral (f receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Request: no

Prompts: Smut; Fluff

AN: This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. I kinda mixed the comics (Earth 616) and the MCU cause I felt like it.

Finally, a moment to breathe. Between missions and meetings and espionage and the occasional supervillain and many other things, you barely had any time with your boyfriend. Each of you has been busy saving the world in one way or another.

But today, after weeks of only getting glimpses of one another, you and Sam were finally able to spend a few days together. Just you, him, maybe a cheesy movie, and some incredible sex.

You’ve been home from your own mission for a couple of hours now. And according to his text, he should be arriving at the compound at any minute. Sometimes you’d wait for him at the apartment, but other times you liked to wait for him there. It gave you a chance to train and the company was nice. There was always at least one other Avenger there. Usually Bruce or Rhodey.

“How the hell have you never seen Men in Black?” You were baffled. You knew Bruce wasn’t much of a movies guy, but this was still a surprise. “It’s iconic.”

“I’m more of a romantic-comedy kind of guy.” He shrugged at you, taking a sip of his freshly made coffee. “Besides I think if I were to watch it now the aliens would hit a little too close to home considering how many space wars we’ve been in.”

“We’ve only been to space like, once.” You reminded him.

“And I personally consider that one too many times.”

You laughed with him and shook your head. You sometimes forget that this superhero life isn’t supposed to be normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve been to so many places, met incredible people, and got an awesome boyfriend.

Speaking of, you heard the sound of the faint sound of the Quinjet landing in the hanger. Another plus of the superhero life was the superpowers, like enhanced hearing so let you know when your boyfriend was arriving.

“That’ll be the team.” You grinned and slipped off of the kitchen stool.

“I’m going back to the lab then,” Bruce stated, grabbing his coffee and walking off.

“Alrighty.” You gave him a thumbs up and started heading in the direction of the hanger. “I’ll talk to you later, Bruce.”

“Yep.” He called back to you and disappeared into the hall.

You got there just as the small team was getting off the jet. All of them were a bit beat up, but no one looked like they had any serious injuries. You locked eyes with Sam as he was having a conversation with Bucky and Natasha. Steve must still be in the jet or was already off doing something else. Sam grinned and waved at you with both arms high above his head.

“How’d it go? Punch any bad guys?” You asked them while walking Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“You know it. A.I.M. didn’t even see us coming.” Sam gloated.

“They would have if your boyfriend here was a bit more careful with his gadgets,” Natasha smirked as she teased.

“Hey, his name is Redwing and he saved your ass five times over.” Sam teased back, raising a brow.

“It’s a robot,” Bucky grumbled, giving Sam a death glare.

“He’s advanced, okay.” Sam continued to defend his ‘bird.’ You stayed out of it. Because as much as you loved Sam, you knew that any negative word said about Redwing would start a debate that would take time away from actually enjoying your time with him.

“Alright, babe. Don’t you think it’s about time we head home?” You asked, removing his arm from around your shoulders and intertwining your hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m starving anyway.” He agreed, letting you pull him in the direction of your car.

“You kids stay safe.” Natasha waved goodbye with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, don’t want any miniature Wilson’s running around,” Bucky added, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Y/L/N-Wilson's.” You corrected him.

“What’s wrong with taking my last name?” Sam asked a dramatic hand on his chest with his jaw dropped, an attempt to look insulted.

“I like my last name.” You giggled and then kissed his hand. “You could always change your last name to mine.”

“Oof,” He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. No.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged.

The rest of your day was spent catching up. He told you about A.I.M.’s attempt to build some machine to create earthquakes using some ancient artifact. And you told him about your mission with Stark and Dr. Strange.

He made dinner and you cleaned up. Well, that usually was the arrangement. Sam insisted on cleaning up with you; wiping down the counter, putting a dishwasher detergent pod in the machine.

The minute you closed the dishwater and turned it on, Sam turned you around by the waist to face him and put his lips on yours. You responded quickly and eagerly. His kisses were like a fire, lighting you up instantly and you never wanted to put it out.

His lips were warm and tasted like the red wine you both had during dinner. They moved against yours softly. Passionately. You craved move of him. Your hands moved up his strong chest. One hand went behind his neck, pulling him in closer and the other rested on his cheek.

His hands went from your waist to your ass. It was his favorite second body part of yours, right after your thighs. He squeezed it, not enough you hurt you but enough to get you to moan into the kiss. Not that he could hurt you anyways.

He pulled away for just a moment to mutter “jump.” You understood what he was saying and proceeded to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. One of Sam’s hands stayed on your ass while the other was on your back, holding you up. He carried you to the bedroom.

The apartment was basically engraved in his head. Sam knew every corner and every creek of the place. You, on the other hand, still bumped into the tables and spouted colorful words when you did.

He didn’t throw you on the bed, but he didn’t lay you down like a flower either. Once you were on the bed, Sam’s lips trailed down your chin and your neck. Finding that sweet spot he knew all too well, he sucked and nibbled, making you let out a throaty moan. You could feel his smug smile while he moved to another spot on your neck.

Your hand slid down his body right to his bulging dick. You didn’t unbutton his pants, not yet, but you just palmed over him. Earning a deep moan from him. The vibrations sent a pleasurable shiver throughout your entire body. Sam moved up until his lips were right by your ear.

“God, I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.” He said with a raw and deep voice that was already sending your head reeling.

“Then get on with it.” You hummed as he gently bit your earlobe.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and beautiful biceps. You wished he never had to wear a shirt. His hands then pulled at the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. His eyes lingered over your breasts, still covered in a black bra.

“Starstruck?” You teased with a giggle, leaning up and unclipping the bra yourself.

“For you, baby? Always.” He leaned down to kiss you shortly while you removed the bra completely.

He started kissing down your front, paying close attention to your right boob first. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, gently nibbling and sucking at it. Your chest started to rise up faster. Then his right hand traveled down you softly to unbutton your jeans. His hand slipped under it but he kept it over your underwear, just barely touching you where you needed him to.

“Sam, I swear if you keep teasing me like that I’ll do the job myself.” You grumbled.

“Patience, princess.” He chuckled, looking up at you. You bit your lip at the nickname. He always said to make you feel special, and god(s) did it work. “We’ve barely just started.”

He moved to your other breast, giving it just as much attention as the first one. This time, though, his fingers were rubbing soft circles over your clit. A spark was lit in your core and you tried to press yourself on him more to chase that euphoric feeling.

Sam, being the little teaser he is, kept moving his hand away. He liked the little chase you had going on. And while he wasn’t planning to keep it going that way, he wanted you to wait. To just give you a taste of tonight.

“Sam.” You mewled. “Please.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to keep you that much of a hard time.

“So desperate.” He murmured and started to shuffle closer to the end of the bed. You lifted yourself off the bed while Sam pulled down your jeans along with our underwear.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” You bit your lip and grinned as you spread your legs and arrested your head on the pillows comfortably.

Sam shook his head in amusement before he threw your leg over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over your thighs. Then he dove right in. He licked a stripe up your slit, getting a pleasured sigh from you.

He focused on your clit. Wrapping his lips over the bundle and his tongue worked on it. He went around clockwise, counterclockwise, slicked it, nibbled. Every second of it was bringing you closing to the edge. You whimpered his name, only making Sam more confident and working harder on you. He alternated from flattening his tongue to licking your clit again.

Your legs were threatening to close. Sam could only do so much to keep you open for him. One thing about your relationship was that it was made up of trust. Your super strength was a worry when your relationship first started, scared you might hurt him. But Sam would be lying if he said that the bit of danger wasn’t exciting. The thought of making you feel so good that you might lose control was such a turn-on. He trusted you so much to have enough restraint and you trusted him.

He let out a throaty moan, the vibrations made you mewl out. You were getting close. The little spark started a fire, twisting and making you forget the rest of the world beyond the bedroom door.

Sam pulled away from the bundle to lick up your slit, tasting the slick juices that were leaking out before going right back to your clit. His hands were tightly wrapped around your thighs. His right hand slid around and down your core. You almost flinched back when you felt his warm hand slid between your folds. He went up, his fingers teasing you lightly for only a couple of moments before he slipped in two of his fingers.

“Oh my god(s).” You moaned. Your hips wanted to squirm under the pleasure. His fingers stretched you out and hit all the right places. He knew just how to work your body. His fingers curled, stroking that special spot. Your hips buckled and your back was arched. So close.

“Fuck, Sam. I-” You cried out before your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets and twisted them, needing something to clench.

“Come one, princess. Cum for me.” He mutters, mouth still working on your clit. His words sent your head spinning and your senses were overflowing. The orgasm finally hits you and you cry out in pleasure. Sam takes a couple more seconds, licking up your folds. You were already so sensitive, you squirmed at the touch.

“So good for me,” Sam mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs and his thumbs rubbed small circles over your skin. His praise made you giggle and you slowly started to feel your body relax after the high.

The weight at the bottom of the bed was gone as Sam crawled back over you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands dragged down his side to the waist of his jeans.

“I think it’s time we took these off.” You hummed in between the kiss and finally unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. Sam hummed in agreement. He got off the bed and opened the drawer by the bed. He pulled out a condom and set it to the side so that he could slip off his pants and leave them on the floor. His dick was already erect.

He didn’t notice you swipe the condom off the table. Sam went to grab it, but when the condom wasn’t there he looked around, thinking it fell off.

“Hey, Y/n. Did you see where the-” He was cut off when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

“You mean this?” You quipped, sitting on your knees and looming over your boyfriend. The gold condom wrapper was hanging in between your teeth. Sam chuckled and sat up on his knees to try to get situated over you. But you pushed him right back down, his head hitting the pillows.

“Nuh-uh.” You tisked, already getting on top to sit lightly on his abs. One hand rested on his chest and the other by his head. “My turn.” You kissed his lips softly, gently biting his lip while you pulled away.

Sam stared at you with hearts in his eyes. You moved to sit up more, letting his cock slide from behind your ass to hit his abdomen.

You’re hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed the tip before pumping it a couple times.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned.

You smiled and finally ripped the wrapper off the condom. Slipping it over his cock, you then positioned it over your entrance. Sam let out a growl when you sank down onto him. He wasn’t a small guy. His dick stretched you out well, filling you up perfectly. Your face twisted in bliss while you tried to control your breathing.

An idea struck realizing you were in the position to give Sam payback for his teasing earlier. Once he filled you up completely, you stopped, letting his dick sit in your pussy.

“Y/n,” Sam muttered, realizing what you were doing.

“Yes?” You asked innocently with a smile

“Are you going to move?” He asked, his hips were trying to move and get some friction going.

“You mean like this?” You moved your body down, hands rubbing against his chest when you started licking and sucking at his neck. His cock is still buried inside you.

“Please.” He groaned. His hands were resting on your waist, rubbing them as if it would get you to start to move. You moved your upper body for just a moment to grab his hands and hold them above his head.

Then you were right back at rucking on his neck, leaving as many hickies as you could. The feeling wasn’t just leaving him unsatisfied and begging for some movement, you were getting restless yourself. The muscles inside you fluttered, only making Sam get out a throaty moan.

“Y/n.” He begged.

“Sam.” You groaned back teasingly and rolled your hips.

His eyes were looking up at you with a pleading expression. At last, you sat back up, releasing his arms, and began moving up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, rolling your hips against him. Sam was enjoying seeing you fuck him. He loved when you were on top. It gave him a full view of you. Tit bouncing, sweat dripping down you. A goddess in disguise.

You leaned back down, your arms supported you while they rested on Sam’s chest. His hand went out, holding your breasts to knead them while you were both getting closer to your edge.

“Just like that, princess.” He growled. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You mewled. The sound of heavy panting and skin slapping against skin filled the room. Sweat covered your bodies. But neither of you cared too much. The only thing that mattered was the person in front of you and the way that you felt.

You came first with a desperate cry. But you kept your pace as you rode it out till Sam came seconds later, filling up the condom. You pulled out of him and collapsed on top, head buried in his shoulder.

Sam kissed the side of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna clean up.” He told you. You hummed in response and moved to flop onto the bed on top of him.

He got off the bed, throwing away the condom.

“Sam.” You mumbled, your body still laying on the bed in a starfish position to cool down. The man looked at you, indicating that he was listening. “I love you.”

He smiled and headed back over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

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