Pal, been scrollin' through your works for hours straight eatin' em like nachos cause God sees me it's all pure beauty. Like the way u describe stuff and emotions between chars, especially if they've some tention between em.
Can I politely request for some Sam Wilson (Marvel) X male reader? Would prefer smut cause I desperately need to read abt that man beneath me, all other fics either with f!reader or m!reader who bottoms. Will be nice if they both are also kind of enimies who love each other, but that's up to you.
Sendin' motivation waves to you, pal
Summary: A pleasant trip home, leads to a wild night Sam surely won't forget.
A/N: I love this request, because Sam needs some slow sensual love. I absolutely love the way you described eating my work like nachos, brings me so much joy.
TW: Gay sex - 18+ - Females DNI
The rhythmic crash of waves against the hull of the small boat provided a steady, almost hypnotic backdrop to the vibrant sunset. Hues of rose, lavender, and a soft, fading gold painted the sky, reflecting off the water's surface in shimmering streaks. The old, worn speakers on the boat's deck crackled with static, the music occasionally skipping and distorting as a particularly large wave slammed against the side.
Sam sat on the edge of the boat, a half-empty beer bottle dangling precariously from his fingers, his bare feet dipping into the cool, dark water. His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, a swirl of colors blurring into a hazy line. The gentle rocking of the boat and the salty air lulled him into a quiet reverie.
The soft, almost hesitant patter of footsteps broke his concentration. He turned to see you, wrapped in a faded, oversized beach towel, your damp hair clinging to your neck. You sat beside him, the familiar scent of your sunscreen and the sea mingling with the salt-tinged air. You took a long swig of your beer, the silence stretching between you until you finally turned to face him.
Being back home, after years of soaring as the Falcon and fighting alongside the Avengers, had brought a flood of memories, some welcome, some not. Seeing you again, someone he'd left behind, someone whose memory had lingered like a ghost, was a complicated mix of emotions.
Sam quickly averted his gaze, the warmth creeping up his neck as he realized he'd been staring too intently.
"That Barnes guy," you mumbled, your voice low and slightly husky. "You two... together?"
Sam nearly choked on his beer, his eyes widening in surprise. "No! Absolutely not." He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed. "What? No."
You laughed, a soft, teasing sound. "Right, not your type." You nudged his shoulder playfully.
Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his hands, now fully turned towards you. "Yeah? And you know my type, huh?"
You shrugged, your gaze drifting back to the waves, the water reflecting the fading light. "Maybe." After a moment of silence, you began to describe yourself, the you heβd left behind, the you heβd kissed before disappearing, the you he never called. "Ring any bells, cap?" you hummed, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Sam's heart pounded against his ribs, a wave of guilt washing over him. "Don't think anything I say can fix that."
You shrugged again, the hurt long since turned into a quiet acceptance. "Don't expect you to say anything, Sam. Just wanted it to be like old times, before you left... again." You turned to him, a soft smile playing on your lips, a smile that mirrored the one he remembered from years ago.
The alcohol, the memories, the undeniable pull between you β it was a potent cocktail. The moment his lips met yours, all thoughts of the past and future dissolved into the present. The kiss was deep, urgent, a silent acknowledgment of the years lost and the unspoken desires that had lingered.
You set your beer bottle aside, your hands cupping his face, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a frantic exploration of familiar territory. With a shared, unspoken urgency, you led him towards the small, cramped cabin beneath the main deck.
The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of salt and damp wood. You pushed Sam back against the narrow, disheveled bed, straddling his lap, your lips finding his again in a heated, desperate kiss. Your hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of fiery kisses across his chest.
Sam's hands tangled in your hair, his head falling back against the worn pillow. His body arched against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.
Sam's breath hitched. "Then do it."
With a shared, frantic energy, you began to undress each other, tossing aside damp swim trunks and tangled towels. The cool air nipped at your bare skin, but the heat between you burned hotter. You settled on top of him, your hands exploring the smooth, warm skin of his chest. His legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, your bodies moving together in a slow, sensual dance.
Sam arched his back, a low groan escaping his lips as you dipped beneath the covers, your warm tongue tracing the sensitive tip of his cock. He cursed under his breath, his hips bucking involuntarily as you began to move, your mouth a warm, skilled caress.
You emerged, your lips slick with his pre-cum and saliva, and leaned down, capturing his lips in another deep kiss. His legs tightened around your waist as you positioned yourself, slowly sliding into him. The initial stretch was met with a sharp intake of breath, but the feeling quickly transformed into a searing pleasure.
You began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and intensity. Sam's moans filled the small cabin, his nails digging into your back as you thrust into him, the rhythm of your movements echoing the crashing waves outside.
You moved from the bed to the worn love seat in the corner, Sam riding you as you thrust upward, his moans mingling with the sounds of the sea. Eventually, you pressed him against the small, salt-streaked window, your bodies flush against each other. Each thrust became more desperate, more primal. You whispered words of love and longing into his ear, and he echoed them back, his body tensing around you as you reached your peak, the two of you shuddering together.
You lingered, your bodies still intertwined, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You slowly pulled away, peppering his back with soft kisses.
Sam, his body slick with sweat and his own release, chuckled. "We should do that more often."
You smiled against his back, a playful glint in your eyes. "I can go all night, Sammy."
