Prompt: Steve relaxes in a nice shower. Warnings: Steve beats his dick in a shower, masturbation Words: 691 (It's a masturbation scene sue me) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Steve tosses his sweaty, dirty clothes in his laundry basket. He shivers at the chilled air and turns on the hot water. He doesn't have to wait long for the water to heat up and he's stepping in.
The warmth is an instant gift as it washes over him, the grime from the day sliding off of his body and down the drain. His mind wanders, initially going over the mission, the people they saved. Then they wander further, all of the people he's helped save. Including a beautiful brunette who happily offered him a personal thank you.
Steve, of course, declined the offer. He didnt know the woman, she didn't know him. But god, if they did know each other.
Her name was Carter. She had beautiful wavy hair that fell so naturally around her face. She had just ran for cover from a massive explosion and not a single hair was out of place. Her eyes were a charming hazel with dark, long lashes framing them. Her freckles dotted across her nose, and her lips were painted a deep red, one that Steve was all too familiar with.
She wore a black pencil skirt, a black button up tucked into it. Work, she said hastily as she dusted it off. The outfit hugged her lower half well, Steve would never admit to staring at her rear as she walked away but it's exactly what he did. He enjoyed watching as her ass bounced lightly with her steps. Her legs were strong, looked even stronger with the heels she wore.
All in all she looked genuinely perfect. To Steve's standards, that is.
His mind really began to wander now, as he finished washing his hair and began washing the day off his body. The heat from the water adding to the heat he felt stirring low.
Celene offered an absolutely sinful reward for his heroic actions.
Offered to take Steve back to her place for the night, make the captain feel better than he ever has. Her voice was so sweet, as if she didn't know exactly what she was offering.
Steve could already imagine watching those ruby lips, kissing down his body, hands following her mouth before she settled to her knees. She'd look up at Steve with these doe eyes as she sank those lips down on him, dragging each and every sound she could from Steve's open mouth.
Steve could imagine as she'd sit on his lap, her skirt pushed up to her waist as she faced away and wiggled side to side, she probably wouldn't even be wearing anything under the skirt.
He could feel as she slowly brought herself down onto him until she was fully seated on his lap. He'd grab and squeeze that round ass, maybe give it a few sharp slaps before rolling up into her.
As Steve imagined this his hand squeezed and pumped himself, the pleasure multiplied simply by the daydream alone.
"Oh, fuck."
He'd grunt as she pleased the both of them, moaning aloud and calling out his title.
They'd switch positions, she'd be on her knees, face buried in the pillow as Steve jerks her wrists behind her back with one hand, thrusting into her and watching in delight as her ass bounced with each rough thrust he delivered.
She'd moan into the pillows, crying out and begging for him to tell her to cum, the sheer power rush Steve got from that alone made him needier.
Steve grunted softly as he thrusted into his hand, his eyes squeezed shut and his head tipped back.
Images of this woman in varying staged of pleasure kicked him into his orgasm.
It was the most intense orgasm he's had in months, it knocked the wind out of him and left him dizzy. He had to sit down on the bench in the shower, catching his breath and watching as the remains of the heavy orgasm washed down the drain.
That woman was going to be in his memory, for a long, long time.