Fixing Us (By Making It Worse)
Alright, so I’ve been seeing how much you depraved bastards absolutely devour the smutty shit, and honestly? I respect the filth. Since you guys seem to lose your collective minds over the horny stuff, I’m gonna feed the beasts and post as much of it as I can.
And guess fucking what? This is finally a smutty Steve one. Our boy needed some damn love too, so it’s about time he got some action! 🖤🖤🖤
🛑 WARNING: 18+ ONLY. We are talking smut, explicitly mature language, and all that. If you aren't of age, get the hell out of here.
Just a heads-up: this specific chapter takes place later in the story, but I literally couldn’t wait to share it. Consider it a little time-traveling treat. Are we cool with a premature injection of filth, or what? Let me know what you think, and eat your hearts out!🖤💋
Mina (Jess) POV
Steve stood behind me, his hairy chest pressing into my shoulder blades. The spray of the shower was hot, and the steam was so fucking thick I could barely see the tiles in front of me. He reached around, digging his fingers into my scalp as he lathered the shampoo. It was a firm massage that made my eyes close and my head tilt back against his collarbone. Every time his knuckles brushed behind my ears, I felt the calluses of his palms against my skin.
I opened my eyes and pulled away just enough to turn in his arms, blinking through the water hitting my face. I looked up at him, the soap still sudsy in my hair. "Steve, what the fuck are we doing?"
He didn't look down at me. His hands just went right back to it, his fingers working the lather into my drenched blonde layers like it was the most important job in the world. "Uh, we’re in the shower, Mina. I'm washing your hair. Pretty sure that’s what we're doing."
He wiped a hand over his face, clearing the soap from his eyes just so he could finally look down at me. "Look, we're not pretending anymore, okay? This is it."
I let out a shaky breath, leaning back against him. "I know. But it doesn't feel like just that, Steve. It feels like we’re crossing a line we can’t un-cross."
Too late. The line is already gone. We burned it down the second we stepped into this bathroom.
He leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against the top of my head, right into the suds.
"I know. God, I know. It’s messed up, alright? I’m sorry. I'm the one who totally fucked it up last time."
He let out a long, ragged exhale.
"I’m just... look, I can’t handle the silence when you aren't around, Mina. I go crazy. I'm just totally terrified of losing you again. That’s the truth."
I closed my eyes. The water kept running over both of us, loud and constant. His hand moved from my hair, sliding down to my neck. He traced the edge of my jaw with his thumb, his rough skin scraping lightly against mine.
"I know," I whispered, leaning my face into his palm. "I hated the silence too. I’m just glad I can finally touch you again."
Don't do this. Don't let him see how easy it is to cave. Except it is easy. It’s the easiest fucking thing in the world.
I felt this sudden, sharp pang drop straight into my pelvis, my pulse thumping in my throat. It was infuriating. These were the exact, pathetic feelings I swore I’d buried. I had told myself a thousand times that I was done with this shit, that I’d never let myself get wrapped around his finger like this again.
But I was looking at him, and he was looking at me with that same desperate, starved expression. Fuck it. Let it consume me. I slowly reached up and brought my arms around his neck, my wet skin sliding against his as I pulled him down toward me. He leaned in until his lips were barely a fraction of an inch from mine, his hot breath on my mouth. I didn't move. I didn't want to get away—I wanted to rip him open and make myself a part of him.
He slid his palm down the curve of my spine to the small of my back, his fingers digging in and pulling me a little closer until my tits flattened right against his chest. We were supposed to be best friends. That was the stupid deal we'd made. But right then, under the pouring water, we were just a couple of people with a messy fucking history who couldn’t stay apart if our lives depended on it.
He closed the space and slammed his mouth onto mine. It was a heavy impact that nearly knocked the breath out of me. I tasted the chemical, flat tap water and the salt on his skin. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my lower lip like he was trying to devour me. I dug my fingers into his wet hair, gripping the strands at the root and pulling him as close as he could possibly get. I could feel the frantic thud of his heart right against mine. This was it. No more pretending. Just this.
We broke apart to breathe, our foreheads pressed together as we gasped for air in the thick steam.
"I love you," he panted, his voice completely wrecked and rough. "God, Mina... I never fucking stopped."
Say it back. No, don't. If I say it out loud, I'm completely defenseless. I swallowed hard, my whole body shaking because I needed his hands all over me right now. "I know, Stevie," I breathed, my voice cracking. "I know."
He tilted his head to catch my mouth again, coming down strong while his palms cupped my face like he was trying to hold me still.
"Bed," he panted against my lips, it wasn't even a question, just a desperate fucking demand. "Now, Mina."
I nodded, sliding my hands down to his waist and dragging my nails over his skin until he groaned. "Yes. Please."
We threw open the curtain and stepped out of the shower, soaking the floor as we dripped water everywhere. We didn't even look at the towels; we just kicked them aside and moved straight to the bed. He crawled onto the mattress first, and I climbed up right after him. The massive hotel bed sank deeply under our combined weight, the expensive sheets immediately turning damp and clinging to us. Then he rolled on top of me, and the full, muscular weight of his body pinned me flat. God, I fucking missed this. I missed the way he felt when he wasn't trying to be careful with me, when he just let himself take what he wanted.
I ran my fingers through his hair, the wet strands wrapping around my knuckles. He stared down at me, his pupils blown so wide his eyes were almost entirely black.
"I love you, Mina," he choked out. "God, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Steve," I whispered, pulling his head down. "Always."
He licked the seam of my lips and crashed his mouth back over mine, a hard, bruising friction that made me arch my back until his erection reared up into my thigh—the blunt, spongy head of his dick nudging right against my skin.
I managed to plant my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back just enough so I could sit up, my hair dripping water all over the expensive sheets. "Wait. Steve, hold on. Should we even be doing this?"
Steve stayed exactly where he was, looming over me with his face flushed and his chest heaving as he fought for air. "I don't give a fuck what we should or shouldn’t be doing, Mina," he panted, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "I'm not stopping. Not right now."
Good. Don't stop. Make me forget everything else.
Our lips locked together again as he leaned right back down, his hand sliding over my tit. He squeezed, his thumb rubbing over my nipple until I moaned softly and lifted myself into his palm.
I opened my eyes, looking up at him with his eyes shut tight. I broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to speak. "Steve, I mean it. Are you sure? We’re supposed to be fixing our shit."
"We are," he muttered, his voice trailing off as he began placing open-mouth kisses along my jaw. "We're just... being friends. That's all this is."
"Friends who don't have pants on."
Then he lifted his head, his face dead serious as he stared down at me.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Friends who don't have fucking pants on."
He bit down gently on my bottom lip before pushing his tongue past my teeth, my mouth moving urgently in sync with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed them tight, forcing his full weight down against me. He slid his hand down between us, his palm flat on my skin before his middle finger began working its way inside me. His thumb found my clit, rubbing it in a fast, steady circle. Oh, Jesus, fuck. He fucking remembered. Of course he did. The guy knew exactly how to make me completely lose my mind.
"God, Mina," he choked into our shared breath, his fingers stalling for a split second as he felt how soaked I was for him. He pulled back just enough to look at me. "Are you... you sure?"
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "But I want you. Right now."
"I want you too. Fucking so bad."
He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed straight in. No condom. Just pure skin on skin. He was broad and solid, and I stretched wide to take all of him. He filled me completely, and I bucked my hips as he jammed himself all the way in, hitting the very back of me. I could feel the achey pressure right in my cervix. Finally. Thank god. The lab, the distance, all the endless, spinning bullshit—it can all just burn. None of it exists as long as he's right here.
He began to move, his pace slow and deliberate. I held onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as the friction built. Every time he thrust, his balls smacked against me. I hooked my ankles behind his back, anchoring him there.
"I'm not letting you go, Mina. I'm not fucking going anywhere," he grunted, his eyes burned straight into mine.
"Please don’t," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Because I don’t think I can live without you."
"You're stuck with me, alright?"
"But—" I started, but he leaned down, capturing my mouth to drown out the rest of my words. We moved together, our skin slapping with every hard jolt of his hips. I could feel my own juices slicking the insides of my thighs, mixing with the beads of shower water as he pulled back to look down, watching himself move in and out, disappearing completely inside me before reappearing.
"Best friends don’t have sex, right? That's the rule?" I panted out. I threw my head back, exposing my neck to him. He dragged his teeth over my skin before sucking and biting hard enough to bruise. My fingers curled into the damp sheets, bunching the expensive fabric. "Because I think we might be breaking it."
"I think we're doing a hell of a lot more than breaking a fucking rule, Mina." His voice was completely shot. He picked up the pace, his hips pounding into mine with everything he had.
"Then don't stop," I panted, guiding him down by his shoulders. "I don't give a shit about the rules anyway."
He groaned and pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his stubble scratching rough against my skin. I felt his back turn to rock-solid muscle under my palms, bunching and tightening as he kept up the rhythm.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he muttered against my skin, dropping a hard kiss right on my collarbone.
"I'm a disaster," I laughed breathlessly, my voice cracking. "I'm covered in hotel soap and sweat."
"You're perfect," he growled.
I shook my head, my hair fanning out wild over the pillow. "I'm really not, Harrington. But... thanks, I guess."
Steve let out a short, gravelly chuckle, his hips never losing their pace. "Did you really just say 'thanks' while I'm inside you?" A dazed, crooked smile spread across his face for a split second before his expression went completely serious again, pulling me closer. "I love you, Mina. Fucking love you. You're the only one I want. The only one ever." I wanted to tell him he’s the only one for me, too, but my lungs were burning and I couldn't even catch a full breath.
He paused for a moment, leaning his forehead onto mine, our breathing the only sound in the quiet room.
"Shut up," I panted, clutching his shoulders. "I know. I fucking know, Steve."
He grunted with the effort and unhooked my ankles from his back, grabbing my legs and bringing them up until he could rest my knees over his shoulders. He drove right back into me with a rooting thrust that made me gasp. "I need you to feel it," he panted, his chest heaving. "I need you to fucking feel how much I mean it."
He was further inside me than he had been before. The change in angle hit a spot that made my toes curl and my head slam back into the pillow. He was running the show now, his pace so fast that I couldn’t keep up anymore; my back was pinned flat on the mattress while he rammed me harder with every stroke.
"Fuck… Steve… slow… down," I gasped as the pressure in my lower belly built into a tight knot. I felt myself clenching tight around him, the friction getting too intense to handle. That familiar pang deep between my legs only grew stronger with every beat of his hips, turning into an ache I couldn't escape. I can't breathe. I can't think. I am completely going to lose my fucking mind if he keeps this up.
"I'm not," he growled. "I can't, Mina."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. "Slow…" I tried again, but my voice was strained and dry.
"I know," he breathed against my ear. "I know, hold on."
He shifted his weight, his movements becoming deliberate and punishingly thorough. He stayed deep inside for a second before easing nearly all the way out, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he watched every gasp from my parted lips. He reached down between us again, his thumb grinding hard against my clit. I reacted on instinct, grabbing his wrist to try and hold his hand in place, but he ignored me, driving all the way back in until there was absolutely no space left between us.
"Ah, Steve!" a strangled cry broke from my throat as he continued his relentless assault.
"I love you," he muttered. "Fuck, I love you so much."
"Oh, my god… Steve… right there… fuck, I'm gonna cum," I choked out, my hips stuttering against his. The pleasure was insane, building until I was completely gasping for breath. Jesus, fuck, this feels so fucking good. I could feel his thighs stiffening, the muscles flexing as he got closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice dropping to a breathless whisper. "Mina… I'm gonna cum inside you."
I didn't even flinch. I was on the pill, and right now, the rest of the world didn't exist. "Do it," I panted, tangling my fingers into his hair. "I don't give a shit. Just don't pull out."
I opened my legs wider, taking the full brunt of him. I wanted every single bit of him. I wanted to remember what it was like to belong to him completely, to just disappear into it.
"Mina… fuck, I love you."
"I love you too… I do," I gasped, the words coming out before I could stop them.
He didn't say anything else at first—he just gave one last, final shove, forcing as far as he could possibly go. Then his entire body went rigid, his head snapping back as he groaned hoarsely, "Oh, my god—FUCK!"
The second he hit that spot, everything in me just combusted. A violent, white-hot wave of heat flooded straight out from that pang between my legs, squeezing tight around him as my vision blurred. Yes. Fuck. Right there. Take everything. I felt his cock spasming inside me, shooting thick, hot bursts of cum deep inside just as my walls clamped down, rippling with a blinding sensation that made my chest heave. My legs shook violently where they were still resting over his shoulders, and I let out a stifled moan as the orgasm took over.
Everything went dead quiet for a second. Just him and me in the dark. I could feel the spill of him pooling at the very back of me, a sensitive tingle spreading deep in my pussy while everything inside me finally started to settle around him. Slowly, I felt his cock start to shrink, losing its hardness as it went soft inside me. With his size dropping, the warm fluid finally slipped past his shape and began to leak out of me.
He collapsed heavily against me, his torso rising and falling rapidly as he buried his face in the side of my neck. He stayed right there for a long time, his skin burning hot against mine, just breathing until his heart stopped hammering against my ribs.
"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice completely raw. He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his hair a total mess and his expression dazed. "I forgot... fuck, Mina, I forgot how it felt to be with you like that. That was fucking incredible."
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