#sam wilson x reader smut

A/N: Hey just wanted to write another Sam x Reader. Honestly look at him, don’t look at me look at him, aint he pretty?

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Summary: Night full of cherry wine and love by city lights.

“Sam,” You giggle as you try to shush him not wanting to wake your roommate up. It was late at night and Sam had insisted on taking you out when you told him about how your project was approved by the board. You had just earned your PHD when you met Sam for the first time. Since then everything seemed to just be going up for you. It was almost too good to be true.

Almost.

Sam was gone a lot, but you understood, he was an Avenger and his work took him places…dangerous places. So every time he came back, the first thing he would do was go to you. And you would patch him up, one cut and bruise at a time and then he would refuse to let you go for the next twenty four hours.

Not that you minded.

Because you did the same thing.

Sam held your hips as his lips descended on yours, the taste of the cherry wine you both had drunk lingered in his kiss. His large hands began to move on their own as he gently squeezed whatever part of you he could get. Your sides, your arms, your ass, every bit of you he could find he held on for dear life. He had seen too many good people be taken away, and you were as good as it got so he hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t lose you.

He allowed you to lead him to your room, a place he could walk through blindfolded however never stayed for long.

“Honey,” Sam called you in between the sweet kisses you gave him.

“Yes baby,” You answered back with your own pet name for him. You feel his hands finally find their place on either side of your face, gently holding you in place. You could see his eyes memorizing you, taking you in. The faint glow of the street lights that bled into your room illuminated your features in such a way that he wondered if you were real. You looked like you belonged on some old soul album that his grandpa owed, the beautiful women that shone in timeless beauty.

“What’s going on in that head of yours baby?” You asked quietly.

“Move in with me.” Sam said at the same volume as you. You both had talked about it before, moving in together however with Sam’s missions and your work you both never really found the time to really talk about it.

“Really?” You asked as your hands gently traveled over his chest, playing with the top button of his button-up.

“Really.”

“Where would we move to?”

“Anywhere you want,” Sam said placing a kiss on the middle of your forehead, “Manhattan,” he kisses your left eye, “Brooklyn,” he kisses your right, “Louisiana,” he kisses one cheek, “California,” he kisses the other, “Hell even Alaska,” he says as he kisses the tip of your nose, “So long as you’re with me I don’t care where we are.”

“Well I don’t want to move to Alaska.”

“Thank god.” You both laughed as his dark eyes stared into yours. “But I mean it honey, so long as I get to come home to you.” You bit your lip as you looked at him, you saw the way his lips curled into his charming smile and the way his eyes shone with love.

You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

“I love you Sam Wilson,” You said as you kissed his chin, “I would love to move in with you.”

Sam kissed your lips, the lingering taste of cherry wine still on both of your lips, and as you got more and more drunk on each other. Lips on lips. Skin on skin.

And in the morning, you woke up to the rain gently pattering against your window and the smell of coffee brewing. You drug yourself out of bed to witness Sam working expertly in the kitchen, you didn’t join him immediately instead you appreciated the sight.

A sight you would become very familiar with in the near future.