Late Texts and Wet Words Pt. 02

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."

His response was a laugh. Then a kiss. There. Right on her asshole.

"I like every part of you," he whispered, licking again, slowly now. Purposefully. "Even here. Especially here."

The sensation was wild foreign and filthy in the most intimate way. Natalia's breath broke into short, desperate moans, her body twisting as he alternated between fucking her with his tongue and licking every inch of her dripping cunt from behind.

By the time he pulled away, her thighs were trembling.

"Turn over," he said gently. "I want to see you."

She did, slowly, her chest still heaving as she shifted to lie back again. Her hoodie was bunched around her waist, her skin flushed and damp, her lips parted in disbelief.

And Stefan God he looked at her like she was the most stunning thing he'd ever seen.

He climbed up over her, trailing his hands along her hips, her stomach, her ribs. His fingers ghosted over her breasts with reverence, thumbs circling her peaked nipples. His hands paused there, cupping her breasts like they were something sacred. He didn't grope or rush he admired. Thumbs brushed over her nipples again, slow and tender, and then he leaned down, mouthing one with a groan like he'd been starving for it.

"These are perfect," he murmured against her skin. "Small? Baby, they're fucking divine." He sucked gently, letting his tongue swirl before kissing the soft curve with aching reverence. "I could spend hours just here. Kissing. Sucking. Making you squirm."

Natalia bit her lip, moaning softly as his mouth moved to the other, giving it just as much attention. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks through her spine. She could feel herself melting under the way he worshipped her, not as a novelty but like they were exactly what he wanted.

Like she was.

"Every inch of you is fucking perfect," he murmured, voice full of something more than hunger. Something real. "I swear to God."

She flushed, eyes flitting away.

"Stop. You're gonna make me cry. Or come again."

"Both," he said, kissing her neck. "Ideally."

But then he paused.

Letting her feel it.

Him.

The thick press of his cock against her thigh. Heavy. Hot. Still hard as a goddamn steel beam.

Her eyes widened as she looked down.

"Jesus Christ."

Stefan just smirked. "Too much?"

She reached out, wrapping a hand around the shaft. Or tried to. Her fingers barely circled halfway.

"This is a weapon," she said, half-laughing, half-breathless. "What are you even feeding this thing?"

He grinned as she held it up, comparing it to her forearm and realizing it won.

"Oh my God. It's as long as my whole face."

He let out a low groan as she ran the blunt head against her cheek. "Keep saying stuff like that and I'll lose it before we even start."

She looked up at him, her face flushed with amusement and something darker. Arousal.

"I wanna taste it," she said, licking her lips. "But I might die."

"Take your time," he said, voice raw. "Just seeing you try is gonna ruin me."

She dropped to her knees on the carpet, positioning herself between his legs, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. She licked it slowly, teasing, then took the tip into her mouth with a deep breath.

Her lips stretched wide. Her jaw ached almost immediately.

But fuck, did she love the weight of him.

She sucked slow at first, tongue swirling under the head, moaning softly at the taste. Her hands pumped the rest of the shaft, slick with her own spit. When she tried to go deeper, she gagged immediately but didn't stop. Tears pricked her eyes. She backed off, caught her breath, then went again.

Stefan's head dropped back, his hips twitching.

"Fucking hell, Natalia your mouth "

"I can't take it all," she gasped, wiping her mouth, eyes wet. "But I want to."

"You're perfect," he choked out, watching her take him again. "No one's ever looked so hot choking on me."

She sucked harder, taking half, then a little more, her eyes locked on his as she hollowed her cheeks and moaned around the thick shaft. Her throat fought it. She drooled all over his cock. And she loved every second.

When she pulled off, panting, she was soaked all over again.

He bent down, helping her up gently, kissing her messy lips like they weren't just wrapped around his dick a second ago.

"You want it?" he asked, voice dark with tension.

"God, yes," she breathed.

He rolled on a condom quick, practiced and then grabbed her hips, guiding her back onto the couch cushions, her legs open, shaking with need.

He lined up.

She saw him pause giving her that one final second.

"Last chance," he whispered. "You ready for this?"

She bit her lip, then whispered, "Ruin me."

He pushed in slowly.

Her body stretched, inch by inch, and her mouth dropped open on a breathless gasp.

"Fucking oh my God " she cried, hands digging into his arms.

"You okay?" he whispered, freezing halfway in.

She nodded desperately. "Don't stop. I can feel it everywhere "

He went deeper. She whimpered. Her nails clawed at him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, whispering praise in her ear as her pussy adjusted around the impossible thickness of his cock.

"I've dreamed about this," he said, pushing deeper still. "You. Wrapped around me. Taking it like a good girl."

She sobbed, half-laughing, overwhelmed. "It's so much, Stefan fuck it's perfect."

And then he started to move.

His hips began to move slow, deep, devastating strokes that had Natalia gripping the cushions like a lifeline.

Every inch of him felt impossible inside her. He filled her so completely it was like her body didn't know whether to panic or melt. Her breath caught with every push, every deliberate retreat, and she couldn't stop the moans that spilled from her lips broken, needy, disbelieving.

"Stefan," she gasped, her voice hitching as he bottomed out again, the blunt head of his cock grinding deep enough to make her see stars. "Holy fuck, you weren't kidding. I can feel you in my ribs."

He laughed low, wrecked, breathless. "You're so fucking tight. And wet. Baby, you're swallowing me."

"I can't help it," she choked out, head falling back as he thrust harder. "You're fucking me open God "

Her words turned to moans as he grabbed her thighs and pushed them up, folding her just slightly, his pace intensifying. Her hoodie bunched under her back, the fabric damp with sweat and sex. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples flushed and stiff, and Stefan's gaze dropped, locked on them like he couldn't tear himself away.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said through clenched teeth. "This body mine now. You hear me?"

She nodded desperately. "Yours. Just don't stop, please "

He drove in harder.

She cried out, back arching off the couch.

"That's it," he growled. "Take it. Let me stretch you. Let me ruin that sweet little pussy like you begged me to."

She didn't even recognize the sounds coming out of her anymore. Whimpers, sobs, garbled pleas nothing coherent except his name.

He leaned in, kissed her mouth hard, then her jaw, her throat. His teeth scraped over her collarbone as his hips snapped harder, the couch creaking under the force of it.

Then

He slowed. Not stopping. Just changing.

He pulled out nearly to the tip, then slammed back in with a roll of his hips so precise it made her vision blur.

Again.

Again.

He was toying with her.

Natalia sobbed. "You're trying to kill me."

He smirked, sweat sliding down his temple. "No. I'm making you remember this. Every. Inch."

She clenched around him involuntarily, her nails raking his back.

"You're gonna feel me tomorrow," he whispered. "When you sit. When you walk. When you think about what I did to you."

Her body shuddered at the promise.

And then he pulled out.

She gasped. "Wha?"

"Turn over," he said, voice rough as gravel. "Hands on the back of the couch."

She obeyed on instinct, bracing herself against the cushions, ass high, back arched. Her hoodie rode up fully now, her bare skin glistening in the low light.

He groaned behind her.

"You're dripping down your thighs," he said, stroking the head of his cock between her folds. "Fuck, look at this mess. All for me."

She moaned, pushing her hips back. "Please, Stefan..."

He slapped her ass lightly, watching it bounce. Then grabbed her cheeks and spread them.

She froze.

"Ever had someone taste you from behind like this?" he asked, breath hot over her skin.

She barely managed a breathless "No."

"Good. First time's mine."

Then he dove in.

His tongue traced her soaked pussy, lapping up the slick arousal before dragging lower teasing her tighter hole with a wicked grin she couldn't see, only feel.

Natalia yelped, her whole body jerking. "Oh my God."

"Relax," he murmured, tongue flicking again. "You'll like it."

And she did.

It was filthy. Intimate. His hands gripped her ass like he owned it, tongue alternating between fucking her and licking slow, tight circles over both her holes. She was trembling, sweat dripping down her spine, legs nearly buckling beneath her.

"Please," she whimpered, almost incoherent. "Fuck me again. I can't I need it I need you."

He stood, chest heaving, cock glistening with arousal and her slick. He grabbed a condom from the table another one and rolled it on with practiced urgency.

Then, without a word, he lined up behind her and slammed in.

She screamed. Loud. Raw. Her hands clawed at the cushions as he filled her from behind, the angle even deeper than before. He gripped her hips, pounding into her with hard, relentless strokes that shook the whole couch.

Her moans turned to cries. Her thighs trembled. Her brain went blank.

"Natalia," he groaned, voice breaking, "you feel so fucking good. I'm not gonna last."

"Me neither," she sobbed, legs shaking. "I'm gonna I'm so close please don't stop "

"I want you to come all over my cock," he growled, hand slipping around to rub her clit with tight, fast circles. "Come for me. Be my good girl."

That did it.

Her orgasm hit like a freight train sudden, explosive, consuming.

She screamed his name, legs buckling, body wracked with spasms as she clenched hard around him. Her vision went white. Her body locked up.

Stefan cursed, loud and hoarse, and then he was thrusting harder, chasing his own end.

With one final cry, he shoved in deep and came, cock twitching inside the condom as he poured himself out, his body shaking over hers, hips bucking through the aftershocks.

They collapsed together.

Sweaty. Wrecked. Breathless.

The room smelled like sex and heat and satisfaction. The only sound was their gasping breaths.

Stefan slid out gently, kissing the back of her neck as he helped her down to the cushions, careful with her shaking legs.

She curled into him, hoodie halfway off, hair a wild mess, lips kiss-bitten and swollen.

"You okay?" he whispered.

She blinked at him, dazed and glowing.

"I'm pretty sure I saw God," she whispered.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her.

"I told you," he murmured against her temple. "You weren't ready."

She curled into his chest, sighing as her body slowly came back to earth.

"I am so doing that again," she said.

His grin was slow, lazy, wicked.

"Truth or dare?"

She groaned, burying her face in his neck.

"Dare," she whispered.

He kissed her hair.

"Stay the night."

The morning sun broke through the blinds in soft stripes, casting pale gold across Stefan's bedroom. The air was warm, heavy with the smell of sex and skin and the faint hint of detergent from the wrinkled sheets tangled around them.

Natalia blinked awake slowly, her lashes fluttering against his bare shoulder. Her body ached in all the best ways sore, used, satisfied. Her thighs were sticky, her hair a mess, and she'd never felt so fucking good.

She stayed still for a moment, tucked against Stefan's chest, listening to his slow, even breaths. His arm was draped loosely around her waist, and even in sleep, his fingers flexed against her skin like he wasn't ready to let go.

She smiled into the curve of his neck.

So this is what wrecked feels like, she thought, cheek pressed to his chest. Wrecked and happy. Wrecked and

Her eyes drifted down.

Oh.

Oh.

There, nestled beneath the sheets, thick and hard against his abs his cock was very much awake, even if he wasn't.

Natalia bit her lip, body already stirring with interest. Her thighs pressed together at the memory of how he'd split her open last night. She couldn't stop staring at it. Even soft it had been huge, but hard? It was obscene. The kind of thing her old self would've called a danger. But now?

Now she wanted to feel it again.

Right now.

Before he woke up.

She propped herself on one elbow, heart fluttering, the ache between her legs returning full-force. It's not like he didn't literally beg to worship me last night. Her fingers trailed down her own stomach, skin still tender from his grip, from his mouth, from his cock.

"I mean, if you didn't want it used," she whispered to herself with a grin, "you shouldn't have left it loaded like a fucking morning missile."

She slid under the sheets slowly, like a cat stalking prey, moving down until she was straddling his thighs. One hand curled gently around his morning wood, already throbbing, hot against her palm. He twitched at her touch, but didn't wake.

Not yet.

She licked the tip, tasting the faint salt of pre-cum, and then swallowed half of him in one motion. Her jaw stretched, her throat protested, but she moaned around him anyway, letting the vibrations hum through his cock.

He groaned.

Still half-asleep.

"Mm," she murmured, pulling off to catch her breath. "Still too big. Still trying to murder me in my sleep."

But she didn't stop. She sucked harder, using her spit as lube, stroking the base with both hands. She worked him like he was her own personal challenge, desperate and messy, breath coming hot and fast until

"Holy shit," came a sleep-rough voice above her.

Stefan blinked, eyes wide, his abs flexing as he sat up slightly. "You're trying to kill me."

She grinned wickedly up at him, mouth full.

"You were hard. I had a need. I improvised."

"Fuck me," he groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. "You're a menace."

"Mmhm." She popped off with a wet sound, climbing up his body to straddle his chest. "And you're about to suffer for it."

He didn't have time to ask before she shifted higher, hips lifting until her soaked, needy pussy hovered just over his face.

"Holy fuck," he whispered, eyes darkening immediately. "Is this a dream?"

"Nope." She lowered her hips until her heat pressed against his mouth. "Eat up."

He growled, tongue lashing out instantly, burying his face between her thighs like a man possessed.

She yelped, gripping the headboard.

Then he grabbed her ass, pulled her lower, grinding her onto his mouth and she melted.

She felt his tongue everywhere flicking her clit, dragging through her folds, dipping into her and circling her tightest places without shame. Her thighs trembled. Her hands scrabbled against his chest.

And when she remembered what was still standing proudly between his legs?

She flipped around.

She planted her hands on his hips and swallowed him again, giving as good as she got.

They moved in sync licking, sucking, groaning. A blur of mouth and tongue and fingers until it turned competitive.

She moaned around him. He moaned into her.

Her body started to twitch. He slapped her ass.

She gagged. He sucked harder.

"Fuck fuck " she gasped, pulling off his cock to catch her breath, slick dripping from her thighs. "I'm gonna fucking lose "

His tongue stabbed into her again, fast and merciless.

She shattered.

A cry tore from her throat as her whole body convulsed over him. Her thighs clamped, her hips rocked, her hands shook. She came on his mouth, soaking his face, crying out his name in ragged moans that echoed off the walls.

He didn't stop until she was twitching and sobbing and slumped over him like a ragdoll.

"Asshole," she mumbled breathlessly. "You cheated."

He didn't answer.

She turned just in time to see his cock pulsing, seconds from release.

"Oh no you don't," she said, wrapping her hand around the shaft, pumping fast, her other hand cupping his balls. "You don't get to win both rounds."

He grunted, hips twitching. "Baby *fuck *I'm gonna "

And then he came.

Hard.

Hot.

Everywhere.

Thick, creamy ropes hit her face, her lips, her chest. She kept stroking him through it, not stopping until he was jerking and twitching and begging her to ease up.

Cum dripped down her chin. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him.

She looked down at herself and started laughing.

"I look like I lost a paintball fight."

Stefan groaned, arm thrown over his eyes. "You look so hot like that, it's unfair."

She grabbed the edge of the blanket and wiped her face quickly, still breathless and beaming. "Okay but seriously I have to go. I have practice in like "

She glanced at the clock on his nightstand and yelped.

"Fifteen minutes?!"

She jumped off the bed, scrambling for her hoodie, tripping into her underwear, scooping her phone off the floor.

"You're just gonna run out after that?" Stefan asked, propped up on his elbows, watching her stumble into her socks.

She turned, grinning.

"Yeah. What, you want me to stick around and cuddle while I'm covered in cum and miss training?"

"Sounds nice."

She kissed him quickly tasting herself and him and sex all at once and pulled her hair into a quick bun.

"You'll live," she said, heading for the door. "Text me later. If I'm not dead."

The door clicked shut behind her.

And she ran.

Down the street, hoodie flapping, cheeks still pink from orgasm, hair a mess, heart thudding with the kind of high no drug could match.

It wasn't until she was halfway through stretching, still flushed and glowing under the judgmental eye of her coach, that her phone buzzed in her hoodie pocket.

Stefan:

So... when you're done being the hottest athlete I've ever seen wanna go on a real date? Like, outside the bedroom?

Natalia snorted, nearly choking on her water.

She texted back fast.

Natalia:

You mean after you ruined me with your massive dick?? Sureee such a gentleman. Should've asked before you blew my back out but YES. Official date? I'm in.