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Yoona realized she had a habit she probably shouldn’t have.
She liked using dirty talk during sex.
It had all started when her girlfriend, Jinsol, had to go abroad for work for a year. One of the inevitable activities for long-distance couples was video calls where they touched themselves together. And maybe because they had been apart for so long, things had gotten a little more uninhibited that day.
Yoona could never forget the image of her girlfriend completely naked through the phone screen, head thrown back as she panted and called Yoona’s name at the height of her climax.
“Baby… you look so damn filthy right now…”
Yoona could hardly believe what she had just heard. Even though she was already close to coming herself, she still managed to gasp out between moans.
“Really?”
“Really.” Jinsol’s voice came out rough between heavy breaths, her hand frantically pumping her cock. “Ugh… fuck… I want to cum inside you so badly…”
And Yoona shuddered as she realized she had just climaxed, just from those two impulsive, heated sentences from her girlfriend.
But things started getting worse after that video call.
Whenever Yoona had free time and thought about Jinsol, she practically went crazy because the only thing left in her mind was that sinful image and Jinsol’s low, husky voice. Yoona had even rushed into the bathroom at work, her underwear already soaked just from imagining Jinsol pinning her down and whispering those dirty words from that video call into her ear.
However, Yoona wasn’t sure if it counted as dirty talk. Jinsol had simply complimented (?) her for looking slutty and said she wanted to come inside her. But even so, it was very different from the times they usually had sex together. Contrary to her cheerful appearance, Jinsol wasn’t someone who talked much in bed. She usually relied on her techniques to send Yoona straight to heaven, and only after everything was over would she murmur softly to check if Yoona was okay.
So Jinsol’s accidental provocative words had unlocked a new preference in Yoona.
She hadn’t expected talking during sex to be that thrilling. It didn’t even have to be anything extremely vulgar, just a few compliments or breathless remarks were enough. But simply imagining hearing them again was already enough to make Yoona restless with anticipation for the day Jinsol returned.
And yet, contrary to Yoona’s eager expectations, when Jinsol finally came home after her long business trip and immediately pulled her into an embrace, she seemed completely unaware of Yoona’s new interest. The kisses and touches between them were still absolutely passionate, but Jinsol was still Jinsol. Her attitude toward Yoona remained gentle above all else. Maybe because she was worried Yoona might get hurt after so long apart, Jinsol’s movements during those first days back were especially slow and careful, just enough for them to reach their peak.
And of course, that wasn’t what Yoona had been waiting for.
Jinsol’s tender and considerate attitude left Yoona feeling unbearably frustrated. Yoona wanted Jinsol, but a Jinsol who went crazy for her, who lost control of her words because of her, a Jinsol who turned into a wolf from sheer hunger for her. Yoona knew Jinsol loved her deeply, but precisely because of that love, she was always afraid of hurting her. Sometimes that side of Jinsol filled Yoona with pride, but other times it made Yoona resort to shameless little schemes.
And that scheme would unfold today.
Today was Friday. Jinsol had work until late afternoon, so Yoona would be home earlier. A Friday evening, with Saturday waiting just around the corner, there couldn’t be a better opportunity for Yoona to turn her girlfriend into a sinful, depraved wolf.
Yoona got home early and immediately rushed into the shower to prepare herself properly to welcome her girlfriend back. Once she was clean and smelling sweet, she slipped into a black silk nightdress decorated with lace, the neckline dipping just low enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of cleavage. A little scented oil to stimulate the senses was essential too.
Throughout the entire process, Yoona examined herself carefully in the mirror.
All that daily exercise really hadn’t been for nothing. Looking at her perfectly juicy hourglass figure, she nodded to herself in satisfaction. If today Yoona couldn’t make Jinsol say something in bed, she swore she’d eat her own words.
Once everything was ready, Yoona went out to the living room and sat obediently on the sofa, waiting for Jinsol. Jinsol seemed to be in a great mood today too. She even sent Yoona a few selfies from her office, completely innocent of how badly the person receiving them wanted to rip that shirt off her.
Luckily for Yoona, she didn’t have to wait long. Nearly an hour later, she heard the door lock keypad beep. Besides her, the only person who knew the code to this house was Jinsol.
When the door finally opened, Yoona sat up straight on the sofa, deliberately putting on a wide-eyed, innocent expression as she looked toward the entrance.
“You’re home?” she asked, her voice just as sweet and naive as always.
Normally, Jinsol would respond with an equally cheerful greeting. But today, she froze at the sight of her girlfriend sitting on the couch, swallowing audibly.
“Yoona… why are you…”
“Hm? Why am I what?” Yoona stood up from the sofa and walked toward Jinsol, who had just dropped her laptop bag onto the floor.
“You… why are you… dressed like that…” Jinsol struggled to speak as Yoona’s hands began to wander around her waist.
Ignoring the many questions still lingering in the air, Yoona smirked before rising onto her toes and pulling Jinsol into a deep kiss. Her slender arms wrapped around Jinsol’s neck as she controlled the pace. By instinct, Jinsol immediately placed one hand around Yoona’s waist, while the other stroked through her long flowing hair.
Just as Jinsol was getting lost in Yoona’s skilled tongue, Yoona tilted her head aside to break the lingering kiss. Jinsol looked at her in surprise, but soon shivered slightly. Whatever lottery she had won, today’s Yoona felt different. Yoona slowly moved her tongue toward Jinsol’s reddening ear while her fingers began undoing the buttons of Jinsol’s shirt one by one.
“Yoona…”
Hearing Jinsol’s low growl, Yoona smiled triumphantly. Without waiting for permission, her mischievous hands slid down to Jinsol’s belt. In a single swift motion, the belt, zipper, and button of Jinsol’s slacks were undone.
Before Jinsol could react, Yoona had already pushed her down onto the sofa and skillfully pulled both her pants and boxers down. Her sparkling eyes locked onto Jinsol’s, burning with unmistakable desire.
“Want me to use my mouth or my hand?” Yoona whispered, kneeling before Jinsol’s already hard, heated cock.
Seeing those soft red lips ask that question nearly made Jinsol explode. Fuck, just use that slutty mouth of yours, she desperately wanted to shout that out loud.
But afraid Yoona might feel offended, Jinsol only gently threaded her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair and answered with a trembling voice.
“Your mouth… please…”
That was all the invitation Yoona needed. Her soft tongue immediately attacked the hardness between Jinsol’s legs. She opened her mouth and swallowed the length with a rhythm she had already memorized. Little by little, then deeper and deeper, the cock slid into the warm, wet space of her mouth, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Jinsol’s body.
“Ah…” Jinsol couldn’t hold back the soft moan.
This wasn’t the first time Yoona had used her mouth to please her, but it was the first time she had been this eager. Jinsol unconsciously tightened her grip on Yoona’s hair, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure her girlfriend was giving her.
Yoona sucked a few more times, her tongue teasing the sensitive head. As the pace continued, Jinsol’s grip on her head tightened further, and her body started twitching in Yoona’s mouth. Yoona knew exactly what was about to happen. And she had been waiting for it.
“N-no… wait…” Jinsol tensed, trying to hold herself back. She had never come in Yoona’s mouth before.
But Yoona was faster.
She wrapped those soft red lips firmly around the hardness, leaving Jinsol no chance to pull away. And of course, what had to happen happened. Unable to withstand the pleasure Yoona’s sinful mouth gave her, Jinsol trembled as she spilled everything into Yoona’s mouth.
“Oh god... Baby, I’m sorry,” Jinsol blurted out immediately after finishing, regaining her senses.
But Yoona ignored the apology. She quietly climbed onto Jinsol’s lap and settled there. The corner of her mouth was still damp, clear evidence of what Jinsol had just left behind. Under Jinsol’s astonished gaze, Yoona calmly swallowed everything before wrapping her arms around Jinsol’s neck.
“Did I do well?”
Jinsol pressed her lips together and nodded rapidly.
“Then praise me,” Yoona whispered, scattering kisses along Jinsol’s ear.
“Y-you… did really well…” Jinsol replied shakily.
“That’s all?”
“I’m… I’m not lying…”
…Goddamn it, Bae Jinsol!
Yoona ground her teeth silently in frustration. Waiting for this dense idiot to understand her was clearly useless. She switched to leaving small kisses along Jinsol’s neck, her voice turning soft and coaxing.
“Wasn’t my mouth slutty enough for you?”
Jinsol blinked in surprise for a second. Then another. The number of words Yoona had spoken today was probably more than all their previous times combined.
But suddenly, as if a switch flipped in her mind, combined with Yoona’s unusual boldness, Jinsol finally understood what she meant.
So her girlfriend… liked dirty talk…?
Within seconds, Jinsol began blaming herself for being so oblivious to Yoona. Clearly, she herself had wanted their relationship to grow more intense through talking during sex. But she had been too cowardly, afraid of hurting her girlfriend.
Now that Yoona had taken the initiative and unlocked that door, nothing could stop Jinsol from turning into a beast.
Without answering right away, she flashed a thoroughly wicked grin, lifted Yoona’s chin, and pulled her into a deep kiss.
Between their wet, lingering kisses, Jinsol boldly used both hands to strip off the bothersome nightdress and the soaked panties Yoona was wearing. Watching Yoona sway around in that dress had been quite tempting, but right now the body half-hidden beneath it was what Jinsol truly craved. The moment Yoona was completely naked, Jinsol slid her hand down to her round, firm ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Yoona…” she murmured softly. “Since when did you become this naughty?”
Seeing that Jinsol seemed to understand her intention, fireworks exploded inside Yoona’s chest. She squirmed on Jinsol’s lap, her arms tightening around Jinsol’s neck.
“Do you like me being naughty like this?”
“I love it.” Jinsol immediately buried her face into Yoona’s bare chest and began her attack. “Now it’s my turn to take care of my naughty girl, okay?”
That alone made Yoona jolt and let out a soft cry. She tilted her head back, welcoming Jinsol’s teasing kisses and skilled licks. Her girlfriend’s tongue was practically magical, wherever it touched, Yoona’s body twisted helplessly under the pleasure it created.
After swirling her tongue across both of Yoona’s breasts a few more times, Jinsol placed one last kiss there before suddenly pulling away and pausing to look at her.
“Sol… don’t stop…” Yoona growled in dissatisfaction.
At Yoona’s sulky reaction, like an annoyed little kitten, Jinsol simply chuckled slyly. She firmly grabbed Yoona’s legs and spread them apart, deliberately rubbing her cock against the entrance of her slick heat as she teased in a mischievous tone.
“How does my baby want me to play with her?”
Yoona answered immediately, her hips already starting to move on their own.
“I want you deep inside me…”
“Beg for it.”
“Sol, please…” Yoona’s voice had already turned breathless. “Fuck me harder…”
Hearing Yoona’s needy moans of pleading, Jinsol smirked in satisfaction. Not letting her naughty girl wait any longer, she quickly pushed her cock into Yoona’s soaked entrance. The moment their bodies fully connected, satisfied moans filled the living room.
Yoona trembled all over as Jinsol slid completely inside her, followed by steady, skillful thrusts. She arched her body backward, soft whimpers spilling endlessly from her small mouth.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Jinsol panted, her voice rough as she whispered.
“Ah… I fucking… love it…” Yoona writhed helplessly. “More… give me more…”
The bold words Jinsol had never heard from Yoona before felt like fuel igniting inside her. She kept driving her hips forward harder and harder, repeatedly striking the sensitive spot deep inside Yoona’s slender body in her arms.
“That’s it… right there…” Yoona encouraged breathlessly, nearly losing her mind from the stimulation.
“Look who’s the filthy one now.” Jinsol tangled her fingers into Yoona’s hair and tugged gently, forcing her to arch back even further. “Ugh… you’re so tight baby… I might end up fucking you until morning…”
Under Jinsol’s relentless assault, Yoona could only sob and moan from the overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, her weakened body leaning completely against Jinsol’s strong frame as her hips moved desperately. Jinsol thrust in and out again and again without mercy. Their breathing grew heavier, their naked bodies trembling continuously and colliding eagerly until their flushed skin burned.
“Sol… I… I’m going to come…”
“Just a little more baby… I’m almost there too…”
Yoona’s mind had gone completely blank under the flood of pleasure. At that moment, she couldn’t think about anything except reaching that peak with Jinsol. She clung to the woman beneath her, desperately grinding her hips up and down, her red lips bitten until they were swollen.
“Sol… come inside me… I can’t take it anymore…” Yoona sobbed as she begged, right at the edge.
Fortunately for her, after their wild rhythm continued for several more thrusts, Jinsol reached her climax as well. She gave Yoona a few final deep thrusts before biting her lip and releasing a rush of warm fluid deep inside her.
At the same moment, Yoona arched her body with a blissful cry.
“Ah… I love you, Sol…”
“I love you too…”
After the overwhelming climax faded, Yoona collapsed onto Jinsol’s chest and stayed there. Her body had gone completely limp, not a trace of strength left. It was unbelievable that Jinsol had just come home from work and still had enough energy to exhaust her like this.
Between heavy breaths, Jinsol placed gentle kisses on Yoona’s cheek, slowly trailing down to her trembling shoulder and finally her neck. As she kissed her, she ran a hand up and down Yoona’s slender back, whispering softly.
“Tired?”
“You did that to me and you’re asking if I’m tired?!” Yoona huffed in mock annoyance.
“I’m sorry.” Jinsol smiled warmly and gave her a few more kisses. “I didn’t realize you liked dirty talk.”
“Is that not allowed??”
“It is.” Jinsol chuckled again. “It’s just that… if you suddenly seduce me like you did today…”
“Then what?”
While Yoona still looked innocently unaware of what was about to happen, Jinsol suddenly pushed her back onto the sofa and pulled her into a fierce, deep kiss.
“…Then I’ll really end up fucking you until morning, my naughty baby girl.”
The reason Yoona called it a habit she probably shouldn’t have, was because dirty talk with Jinsol would leave her stuck in bed the entire next day.