Intro:
You know the kind of tension you can feel through a screen?
Yeah. Natalia and Stefan have been toeing that line for weeks late-night texts, teasing games, and a chemistry that's turned wicked, fast. What starts as flirtation turns into a challenge neither of them can walk away from.
No touching. No cheating. Just words.
But when that's not enough anymore?
Let's just say things get messy.
And you're about to see everything.
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What to expect
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Characters:
Natalia: Bold, confident, athletic; playful submissive who enjoys pushing limits and being worshipped.
Stefan: Dominant, charming, attentive; expert dirty talker with a worshipful streak and a relentless edge.
Kinks & Fetishes:
Oral fixation (giving/receiving, worship-level focus)
Dirty talk (praise, filth, teasing, and control)
Size kink (he is big)
Rimming (female receiving--teasing, exploratory, then indulgent)
Face-fucking / Gagging (consensual, messy, intense)
Exhibitionist thrill (Natalia walks to him wearing nothing under a hoodie)
Power play (Stefan doms, Natalia submits but teases back)
Afterglow & morning sex (softness, head, then mutual wreckage)
Mess play / cum fetish (visible, plentiful, used for emphasis)
Light impact play (spanking, grabbing, controlled force)
Themes:
Pleasure-centered dominance
Sexual confidence and mutual worship
Playful filth with emotional undertones
Consent-driven kink with escalating intensity
The shift from lust to intimacy
Athletic chemistry and physical stamina
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Natalia's breath hitched.
She stared at the screen, at Stefan bare, messy, flushed and grinning like he hadn't just come like a freight train. Like he wasn't already coaxing her toward the edge of another round.
"Again?" she asked, voice small. Barely a question. More like a breath of disbelief.
"Again," he confirmed, his tone honey-thick and loaded. "Unless you're too wrecked."
She scoffed, though it sounded more like a moan. "You're the one who just painted himself like a Jackson Pollock."
He gave a slow, shameless swipe across his abs with two fingers, gathering a streak of cum and dragging it down lower, toward his cock that was fucking hell already twitching back to life.
"I recover fast," he murmured. "Especially when you're looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you want me to wreck you next."
She flushed so hard it felt like her blood had turned molten. Her body ached, still sensitive from release, but a different kind of heat was already rising under her skin. She was still wet. Worse now. The kind of wet that had her thighs slick and her pussy pulsing just from the sound of his voice again.
"Get your ass over here," Stefan said suddenly, low and sure. "We both know you want to."
Her heart hammered, a beat out of rhythm. "It's almost 1AM."
"Exactly," he said. "Everyone's asleep. No one will see. It'll be our secret." A pause. "Unless you want me to stay on screen and talk you through touching yourself again while I jerk off in round two."
She whimpered.
"You're cruel," she whispered.
"I'm honest."
"I'm..." she faltered. "I'm not wearing pants."
"Perfect," he growled. "Grab your keys."
Natalia hesitated, but only for a moment. She glanced down at herself tank top discarded, panties kicked somewhere off-screen, legs still spread lazily over her sheets. Her whole body still hummed from the aftershocks, and yet... she wanted more.
Not texts. Not camera angles.
Stefan.
In the flesh.
She slid off the bed with shaking legs, fumbling for her phone charger with one hand while grabbing her hoodie with the other. She yanked it over her head, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. It didn't matter. She wasn't dressing up for this.
"Ten minutes," she said, grabbing her phone. "If I'm not knocking on your door by then, assume I died in a freak masturbation accident."
Stefan groaned. "Don't joke. That'd be the worst tragedy of my life."
She smirked, biting her lip. "Unlock your front door."
"I already did. And Natalia?"
She paused in the doorway.
"Don't wear anything under that hoodie."
She didn't respond just hung up the call with a shiver crawling down her spine and a grin that said she was already halfway there.
The night air kissed her thighs as she stepped out, hoodie swaying with every hurried stride. Her nipples tightened instantly in the chill, the fabric brushing them with every step. The whole walk to Stefan's place was a torment. Not just the air, or the fact that she was completely bare underneath but the rush. The knowledge that every person she passed had no idea how soaked she was, how wrecked she'd already been, or that she was walking to the apartment of the guy who'd broken her open with just his voice.
By the time she reached his building, her fingers were shaking.
She buzzed once.
The door clicked open immediately.
He was waiting in the doorway.
Still shirtless. A pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips. His eyes darkened the moment they landed on her on her bare legs, her flushed cheeks, the outline of her nipples under the thin fabric. His mouth parted slightly, like he'd just been punched in the gut.
"You really came," he murmured.
"You said dare," she whispered, stepping inside.
He shut the door behind her. Locked it. Then turned to face her like a predator who'd just cornered his prey.
"You wore the hoodie."
"Nothing underneath."
He stepped forward, fingers reaching out to tug the hem up slightly. Just enough to see bare thighs, the swell of her hip, and nothing else.
"Jesus, Natalia..."
She swallowed hard, eyes locked on his.
"I haven't recovered," she admitted, voice soft. "I'm still sensitive."
"I don't care," he said, stepping closer, crowding her against the wall. "I want you just like that. Raw. Shaky. Wet."
Her breath hitched. "You sound like you're gonna devour me."
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
"That's the plan."
And then he kissed her.
It wasn't sweet. It wasn't careful. His mouth crashed against hers like a dam finally breaking, hands sliding down her waist to grab her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her back hit the wall, her breath catching in his mouth, and then she was moaning into him as he ground against her thick and hard through the thin layer of his sweats.
Every inch of her pressed against him, the heat of his skin, the rough drag of his stubble, the way his fingers dug into her ass as if he couldn't decide whether to pull her closer or push her apart.
She gasped when his mouth left hers only to trail down her neck, biting gently, sucking at the skin like he was marking her. His breath was hot, fast, desperate against her throat.
"You smell like sex," he muttered.
"I had sex," she shot back breathlessly. "With your voice."
He growled low in his throat and carried her to the couch, tossing her down like she weighed nothing.
She scrambled to sit up, her hoodie riding high, exposing her bare thighs again.
He knelt between them.
And for a long, shivering second, he just looked.
At her flushed skin. Her trembling legs. The shine still glistening between her thighs.
"You didn't even bring panties," he said, more awed than teasing.
"You told me not to."
He leaned in, breath ghosting over her soaked cunt.
"Good girl."
She gasped, whole body arching like he'd touched her, even though he hadn't. Not yet.
He grinned.
"Still sensitive?"
She nodded.
He lowered his mouth and blew, just the softest exhale right across her folds.
She whimpered, hands gripping the couch cushions like they were the only things anchoring her to reality.
"Better hold on, baby," he whispered. "Because this time, I'm not stopping until you're begging me to."
And then he touched.
Mouth, tongue, teeth he devoured her like a man starved, and Natalia couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from her throat as he pulled her hips to the edge and made her his.
His mouth was everywhere.
He didn't dive in like a man rushing to finish he explored. Licked slow, then faster, teasing her folds, flicking her clit until she was writhing, then pulling back with a maddening grin.
"Fuck," Natalia moaned, back arching as he spread her open wider. "You're too good at that."
"I told you," Stefan murmured, voice dark and indulgent, "I was gonna take my time."
And he did.
His fingers gripped her thighs, spreading them wide as he licked every inch of her pussy wet, messy, obscenely slow. Then he went lower. His tongue flicked along the seam behind her folds, between her ass cheeks, light at first testing.
She gasped. "Wait are you?"
He smirked against her skin. "Curious."
And then he flicked his tongue against her tightest spot once, twice teasing, wicked, and so unexpectedly good her legs clamped around his head.
"Holy shit," she moaned. "You're insane."