Title: Why Kim Gwiboon Used to Hate Dirty Talk
Genre(s): slight angst, fluff, romance, implied smut
Word Count: 508
Summary: Gwiboon never knew the joys of dirty talking until she met Junghee.
a/n: I...don't really know where I was going with this OTL
Up until a mere two months ago, Kim Gwiboon hated dirty talk- she hated hearing it come from her lover’s mouth and she hated having to be the one to do it even more. It had all seemed so unnatural.
First of all, hearing her ex-boyfriend’s harsh breathing in her ear as he fingered her and rambled on about wanting to fuck her did nothing but splash cold water on her arousal. Honestly, she couldn’t even recall what he would say because she did her very best to block it out- she’d have some elaborate scenario in her head that she was using to urge herself closer to climax and then her ex would start talking, ruining the whole thing and making her job just that much harder.
Then there were the times that she’d be jerking him off, just watching her hand move rhythmically and praying to every god that she knew of that it would be over soon. And then the request to dirty talk would come. It made her skin crawl and her stomach clench uncomfortably. But she’d do it anyway because, based on way
too much personal experience, she knew that her boyfriend would finish off much quicker if she talked to him.
So she’d take a deep breath and do her best to come up with something that she thought might sound sexy to him. She hated how it sounded coming out of her mouth, none of it true, so she’d pretend that she was playing a role. Which she was, though she didn’t realize how true that was until much later.
Needless to say, their relationship ended and Gwiboon had accepted that she just didn’t like talking dirty.
But then she met Junghee, a passionate girl with a gorgeous smile, an explosive sense of humor, a tiny waist, and big, wonder-filled eyes. And she changed Gwiboon forever.
Junghee’s positive influence in her life did more than make her want to shout her love for the other girl from the tops of buildings- it also showed her that perhaps she was cut out for dirty talking after all.
Just a mere text message from the shorter girl could send pleasurable shivers down Gwiboon’s spine, not to mention the things it did to her to have the other’s plush lips against her ear murmuring all kinds of filthy things that made her blood boil and her body thrum with ecstasy.
And even more amazing was how easily erotic musings tumbled form her lips as she teased Junghee, making her writhe and squirm beneath her. She couldn’t even describe how much she loved to push the other girl to the edge with her agile fingers and her voice.
When she didn’t have to fabricate wanting to do the sexual acts that she spoke of, the act of talking dirty was infinitely easier and quite enjoyable, she found. And when she wasn’t trying to block out whom she was with, the occasional dirty suggestion whispered in her ear or against her throat was more than welcome.