Greatest Good
Sam Wilson x Black Reader
Description: all you wanted was one day night, but as usual, avenging seems to get in the way. Sam tries to make it up to you before he goes.
Takes place in tfatws. Canon but not lol
Warning: SMUT. Slight breeding kink
not edited or beta’d. If you know what a piece of this was inspired by, drop a comment and let me know 😂
You had been practically begging for a date night. Between all the adulting you two have been doing, there hadn’t been much room left for Romance, let alone a date. So, you two picked a date. And tonight was the night. You checked into your hotel room just a few hours ago, neither one of you have been happier. Doing an extremely amount of grinning and giggling and sharing kisses as you prepare to get ready for your evening together. The two of you felt like love struck teenagers all over again.
You were currently in the shower, Sam had previously taken one and was getting ready himself.
The television was just supposed to be background noise as the two of you got ready for your evening together. Sam couldn’t help but smile to himself as he began buttoning up his shirt, fantasizing about how good you’d look look in the dress he saw hanging in the closet and how he couldn’t wait to peel it off of your beautiful brown skin later.
However fate had something different in mind as he did a double take towards the TV and saw nothing but chaos. He quickly grabbed a remote turning it up so he could hear exactly what was being reported.
He had heard of them before, they were actually on their radar as a potential threat, and this was apparently them confirming that they were. The flag smashers. A group of individuals who are not happy about the way things have been since everyone returned from the blip. Sam sighed becoming annoyed. He was thinking about the many different battles he was getting ready to have the face. The first one being with you. Without a word to you, you were happily singing in the shower, he slipped out your hotel room quietly and went downstairs to the car. He popped the trunk looking for his duffel bag that had his falcon suit only to find it missing. With a frown he headed right back upstairs wondering if he brought it inside by mistake. Soon as he made it back to the room he searched but found nothing. He looked at the TV once more with a new headline, there was a third explosion,.
What the hell? He thought it only been downstairs for five minutes.
“Honey?!” He called to you through the bathroom door.
“ What?”
“Where’s my supersuit!?”
“What!? You were having trouble hearing him through the running shower water.
“WHERE! IS! MY! SUPER! SUIT??!!!???” He yelled making sure you heard him.
“Whyyyyyyy do you need to know?!”
“I NEED IT!!!”
“Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no derrin’-do! We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”
“The public is in danger!!”
“My evening’s in danger!!” You countered exasperately.
“YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN!! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!!!!”
You came out the bathroom, soak and wet with a towel wrapped around you pulling the shower cap off your head before pointing at Sam with a glare.
“Greater good?! I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!!”
As soon as the words left your lips the news anchor began to report yet another explosion caused by the Flag Smashers.
“Baby,” Sam gave you a pleading look. You stared at him long and hard not saying a word. Finally-
“Your stupid suit is on the boat.” You spoke bitterly. “One, night Sam. I just wanted one night.”
“Y/n.” He sighed.
“Just go Sam.” He could hear the crack in your voice and you brushed past him.
He watched you quickly walked to back into the suite bathroom and slammed the door, the ringing of his iPhone followed suit. He sighed before placing the device to his ear.
“How long?”
“We debrief in 6 hours,” Torres informed him on the other end.
“10-4,” he replied before hanging up.
Running his hand down his face he slid his phone across the table.
The two of you really had been planning the dinner for two months. You booked a room, while he made reservations at Maggiano’s. A 5 star Italian restaurant you had been dying to go to. And Sam wanted this. He wanted so much to just spend some quality time with you. No interruptions from work, neighbors, the boys who absolutely adored you, or anyone else for that. Just the two of you.
But what was he to do?
These Flag smashers had been out for blood, determined to prove a point. What point? They weren’t sure. Not to mention, he had given up Caps shield and now, seeing as it had fallen into the wrong hands, he needed to get it back. He walked to the suites bathroom door and knocked.
“Y/n,”
“Fuck off, Samuel.”
“C’mon, baby, open up.” He pleaded softly on the other side.
“Go away.” He heard you sniff.
“I can’t, shit, you know I can’t leave like this.”
You swung open the door pushing past him.
“Bae-“ hr followed behind you like a puppy.
“Talk to me, honey-“ you whipped around clutching the towel with one hand, throwing up the other in exasperation.
“Well what do you want me to say? That I want you to go out and save the world?! Because I’m not going to lie to you.”
“Y/n-“
“5 years Sam.” Your voice cracked. “5 fucking years.”
“Baby…” he moved in on you, the guilt, though misplaced began to seep in.
“You have no idea, Sam. You couldn’t possibly know how it feels,” you hiccuped trying to steady your voice. “to watch the person you’re in love with walk out that door and wonder if there gonna come back.”
You were Sam’s person. The one he left behind when the blip happened. A day that, would no doubt haunt you forever.
You remembered somehow knowing the exact moment he left this earth. How hallow you felt inside. Every atom in your body seemingly knowing something was missing. You remember Steve returning without the man you’ve loved since you were 16. You remembered feeling as if you had nothing to live for anymore. Feeling defeated. Feeling cold.
Thankfully, your sister in law allowed you to move into Sam’s old room. It was a blessing in disguise really. Something you both needed but didn’t know you needed. Being able to be with family, witnessing AJ and Cass grow up. It was good for you. But nothing could fill the hole in your heart that was missing because he was. Nothing could fill that void. But he was back. And now that you had him back, The thought of you ever being apart like that again killed you. That feeling was one Sam could never understand.
You weren’t trying to make him feel guilty for something he had no control over.
“It’s just that every time you walk out of the door I’m terrified.” Your lip trembled and finally your resolve broke. You covered your mouth and tried to silence your cries. Sam pulled you into his arms immediately.
“Shhh, hey, no, hey, come here.” He held the back of your head as it rested on his shoulder.
You gripped his dress shirt tightly, holding onto him, reminding yourself that he was with you.
“What did I tell you about that crying huh..”
If there was one thing in the world Sam hated it, it was being the one to make you cry. Him being protective of someone else hurting you was one thing, but you being hurt in any kind of capacity because of him? He couldn’t take it.
“I’m sorry pretty girl. I’m so fucking sorry.” He mumbled.
Gently he moved his hands down to your thighs, picking you up sights and placing you on the arm of the couch. Your legs partly slightly and he moved in between them. He kissed your shoulder having moved l his hands back around rubbing you back. Physically touch was apart of your love language and you loved the feeling of Sam’s big hands on you. The way he touched you always made you feel loved. Wanted. Intentional.
When he stopped you pulled back and frowned. Gently taking you chin in his hand, he kissed your pouty lips softy.
“I’ll always come back you sweetheart. Because this, having you in my arms like this.”
Kiss.
“Feeling your lips against mine.”
Kiss.
“It’s one of the many things I live for you understand.” He caressed you cheek with his thumb, your tear stained face being held one more. Even in your state, Sam still thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Don’t I come back to you?” He asked leveling his eyes with you.
“Sam,” you tried to resist.
“Don’t I?”
“Yes but, Ah, shit Sam.”
You hadn’t even noticed the way his hand slipped between your legs. He smirked to himself, you dripping slick already covering his fingertips as he pushed two digits into you.
“This. Seeing you coming undone before me. This view is absolutely unmatched.”
He peppered kisses on the side of your neck. Nipping and sucking as he played with your pussy. Feeling your walls contract around his finger.
“Getting to love you the way that I do. It’s a privilege love. You’re my soulmate. My other half. My purpose.You feel me?”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded peering at him through hooded lust filled eyes.
“Nah you don’t.” He pulled his finger from you only to quickly replace it with his dick before you could protest.”I said. Do you feel me?.”
“Yes!” You almost came right there.
HIs pulsating member filled you up to the hilt , both exhaling satisfied by the simple action. Sam thrust into you were so painstakingly slow your toes curled everytime he pulled out only to push back into you with ease.
“Feeling you wrapped around me like this is one of my favorite feeling in world, baby.”
“Sam,” you mewled wanting more of him. Needing him closer.
Holding onto his shoulders you begin rolling your Hips meeting his thrust, bringing the both of you closer to the state of euphoria they were so desperately trying to reach.
“My name coming of that pretty little mouth of yours. Shits never sounded so fucking good.”
“Sam, please.” The coils in your lower stomach only wound tighter, your body begging for a release.
“Tell me what you need baby.”
“Faster.”
Smirking he loved the seriousness in her face be for obliging picking up the pace. He watched her eyes roll back him straining to keep his own from doing the same.
"Oh my gawd," you could feel your walls tightening around him as he gave you what you wanted.
“Oh fuck. Right there?!" Sam groaned in your ear, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
"Yes!" You panted fervently.
Sam slowed down shushing you.
"Shhh, you gotta be quiet baby," He spoke in your ear.
He was sure most people knew who he was and what floor he was on. Some probably knew the room. Hell he was an Avenger after all. Not to mention the one who was supposed to be Captain America. And the last thing he wanted was for there to be reports on the noise complaints of him fucking his wife into oblivion. However, soon as his pace picked up again, so did the love of your moans. His stroke never stopped even as he covered your mouth with his left hand trying his best to suppress the sound of you moaning.
"Fuck it," he groaned into your neck.
As he drilled into mercilessly, all you could do was hold your mouth open while your body released one of the biggest orgasm you had to date. Shaking you bit into his shoulder trying to stop the waves from hitting. It was too much and he fucked you all the way through it.
"You good?" Sam asked after a moment, he movement stopped but still buried deep inside you. You nodded calming down a bit.
“But you didn’t finish-“ he cut you off as you continued to shiver, coming down from that wave of euphoria.
“I will, when I come back. And when I come back,” he looked down, marveling at your pretty pussy, still filled with his cock. Sam ran his finger rubbing you clit soothingly, eliciting a moan from your lips. “I’m gonna put a baby in you. I’m gonna fill you up sweetheart and I’m not gonna stop til that pussy is overflowing with my seed.”
He watched as you eyes pooled with lust, your legs wrapping around him locking him in place.
“Or,” you drawled out, leaning up to capture his lips with yours. You let your tongue lick his top lip before capturing the bottom between you teeth. It drove Sam crazy when you’d nibble on his lip.
“Fuck,” he groaned as you rolled your hips into him.
“We can practice for when you get back now” you moaned. “You have 10 minutes to spare right?”
“Yeah,” he pushed into this time meeting the following of your hips.
“I love you,”
“And I love you too, daddy.”
