nealuchi | talk dirty to me

Title: talk dirty to me
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Character(s): Ritsuka, Taigong Wang
Pairing(s): Taigong Wang/Ritsuka
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 498
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Jiang Ziya asks Ritsuka to try something in bed with him. She's not sure she knows how, but how hard could it be?
Notes:

"Um," says Ritsuka, halfway through taking off her skirt. "I don't know if I can… do that?"

"You don't have to," Jiang Ziya says quickly. "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with, Master. It was just an idea."

"I mean, it's not like that! I'm willing to try, but…" She scratches the back of her neck. "Just… promise you won't laugh if I'm really bad at it? I might say something dumb."

He smiles at her, something gentler than his usual. "I promise I would never laugh at you."

She finishes kicking her underwear down her legs and inhales deeply. Exhales.

Right. Dirty talk.

It's not like it's a weird kink. She's not an expert or anything, but from what exposure to porn she's had, she's pretty sure that it's nearly vanilla. More so than 'evil women covered in blood' as a fetish is, anyway.

It can't be that hard. She doesn't have to compose a masterpiece, she just has to talk about how much she wants her boyfriend to fuck her. That's something she already thinks about anyway, how difficult can it be to say it out loud?

"It's easier in the heat of the moment, usually," he says.

She covers her slight smile with a hand. "Help me get in the mood, then?"

"I'd be thrilled to."

It is, she rapidly discovers, not much easier to be coherent with her boyfriend's mouth between her thighs. Which seems like a thing she could have figured out logically beforehand, but still. Her thoughts on what Ziya's tongue is doing are less full sentences and more wordless moans and clutching his hair.

Which, both of those are reactions she knows he likes getting, so she shouldn't feel bad about being incoherent, but she wants to do this Properly.

"Y-you feel really good," she starts, breathless. "I'm… I'm so wet for you."

He hums in response, and it sounds encouraging, or at least it feels very nice against her sensitive skin.

What else, what else… "I want you inside of me."

Another hum. So far so good. Ritsuka opens her mouth to speak again…

And draws a complete blank. There is absolutely nothing she can think of to say. All words have left her mind entirely. Seconds pass where the only sound is his lips and tongue.

Say something, she tells herself. It doesn't matter what it is, the first thing you think of, just say something before he asks what's wrong-

"Show me your Berserker form!"

To his credit, Ziya doesn't laugh. His eyebrows shoot up and he lifts his head to look at her, clearly baffled. "…I don't have one of those."

"I'm sorry!" She hides her face behind her hands. "I don't know why I said that, I don't want you to be a Berserker, I don't even like it that rough- I'm so bad at this-"

He pats her shoulder sympathetically. "Practice makes perfect?"

"I think I'll die of embarrassment before I make it to perfect…"