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Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6403.html?thread=2327555#cmt2327555

Booker’s exile meant that Nile had seen all of the other team members naked before him. After hundreds of years together, they were naturally casual about nudity, and it wasn’t at all uncommon to see a sleepy Nicky making his way into the kitchen to get coffee without having first put on clothes, or Andy going straight from the shower to her room without bothering with a towel. Nile didn’t mind; even if she wasn’t quite as casual about her own body as they were, she’d seen her fair share in the Marines.

It was a few months after Booker was back with the team that she saw him nude for the first time. They were staying in a house up in the mountains, right by a small lake, and Booker had gone for a swim. Andy had made a big pitcher of sangria, and Nile thought she would take Booker a glass, so she walked down to the lake, only to see him pulling himself out of the water and perching on a rock, fully nude, to get some sun.

She knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but she couldn’t help herself—her attention was immediately drawn to the...tree trunk between his legs. Nile was hardly an expert on dicks—she’d only been in two serious relationships before, both with women—but she was quite confident that Booker was far beyond the norm. Even soft, his cock was both thick and long, and Nile was equal parts curious and terrified. “Hi Nile,” he greeted her with a smile once he noticed she was there, and she quickly dragged her gaze away from his dick, handing him the cold drink and chattering about anything and everything she could think of to distract from the fact that she had just been ogling his crotch.

Unfortunately, the fascination didn’t go away. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was difficult to shake it from her mind. She even started noticing how you could see his bulge in his favourite pair of sweatpants, the long line of his length stretching the fabric, and more than once she found herself wondering what it would be like hard. Surely it couldn’t get much bigger than it already was, right? She wondered if it ever got in the way, or if there were some clothes that he simply couldn’t wear. She wondered whether he had problems finding partners that were able to take him without it being too uncomfortable—one day she pulled out the biggest toy she had and realised that it was still far smaller than what she had seen of him.

In short, she spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about Booker’s huge dick, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that suddenly it seemed to be in her face all the time. There was the time she walked into the bathroom not realising he was about to take a shower; the time she came upon him sunbathing in the back garden; the time they both got hungry for a midnight snack at the same time except Book simply padded out to the kitchen in the nude.

She thought she was doing a fairly good job of hiding her fascination, but in retrospect there was only so many times you could stare at someone’s junk before they noticed. Nile’s luck ran out one afternoon, when it was just the two of them in the house while the others had gone on an all-day excursion to an antique fair. Fresh out of his shower and dripping wet, Booker came into the kitchen just as Nile had put their dessert for later in the oven. “Smells great,” he remarked, and her eyes snapped immediately to him—and to his cock swinging proudly between his legs.

When she forced herself to meet his eyes again, he was smiling knowingly. “It’s flattering, you know,” he remarked. “Are you interested or terrified?” He asked in a way that made her think he had had plenty of experience with both. “A little bit of both,” she admitted, and took a step towards him hesitantly. “It’s just...it’s huge,” she said in awe, and he chuckled. “It gets bigger,” he warned her, and she swallowed deeply. “How much bigger?” She asked, torn between desperately wanting to know and not wanting another piece of information to feed her obsession. “I can show you,” he remarked gently, and fuck, that sent a thrill of heat down Nile’s spine.

“Show me,” she decided, and he took himself in hand, quickly jerking himself off with hundreds of years of practice. Nile was always an observant learner, and without thinking, she catalogued all the things he liked, how he would groan as his fingers rubbed at a spot just under the head, how he liked to reach down and roll his balls in his hand.

Finally, with a groan, he pulled his hand away to let her have a clear view of his erection. Nile looked at it in shock—hard, he was at least three inches longer than what she had already thought was a terrifying size, the flared head an angry red that looked painful. “Holy shit,” she remarked, and his cock twitched. “You’re going to give me an inflated ego,” he teased, and she swallowed deeply. “Booker, I just—how—“ she babbled, taking another step further. “Can I touch you?” She asked with a sudden spark of boldness, and he groaned. “Of course, Nile, anything you want,” he assured her, and she wrapped her hand around him, marvelling at how small her hand looked in comparison.

Nile hadn’t given a handjob since a college date that never led anywhere, but it didn’t take too much finesse; he was already plenty worked up from the experience of showing off for her. He kept up a steady stream of praise, telling her when she hit on a particularly sensitive spot or the right rhythm, and it didn’t take long before he was trembling in a way that clued Nile in that he was close. She rubbed her thumb over the head, her other hand reaching down to caress his balls like she had seen him do, and he whimpered. “Fuck, Nile, going to come, so good, fuck—“ he cursed, and his length jolted in her hand, spilling all over her fingers and some on his own thighs. “Fuck, that was so good,” he murmured, still shaking with the aftershocks. “Please tell me I can eat you out?” He asked, and, well, Nile wasn’t going to turn that down.

After that day in the kitchen, it became pretty routine for her to stroke him off followed by him enthusiastically going down on her, and that was great, but Nile started to wonder about what it would feel like to have the sizeable length she had become intimately acquainted with inside of her. She wasn’t sure she would like it, honestly, wasn’t sure how it could feel more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but she brought it up with him anyway, one day when they were lazing around in bed together. His brow wrinkled a bit, and he kissed her softly. “Nile, please don’t feel like you have to try that for my sake,” he asked. “I know it’s, well, a lot, and I’m very happy with what we do now,” he assured her. She smiled fondly at him, leaning up for a kiss. “I know you are,” she insisted, carding her fingers through his hair. “And I can’t promise that I’ll love it or want to do it often, but I am curious to try, if you’re up for it.”

On the day they had picked out to try penetrative sex, Booker devoted himself to making Nile absolutely lose her mind before his cock got anywhere near her. He ate her out until she came with a scream and then just kept going, licking into her while she was still oversensitive. He made her come again on his fingers, adding them one at a time, and then he scooted up her body, kissing her as she lay there trying to catch her breath. “You’re sure you want to try?” He asked again. “I won’t put all of it in, I promise,” he pledged, and she nodded, pliant and relaxed after her orgasms.

They both groaned as Booker guided himself inside her, just the head at first. “Okay?” He asked shakily; it had been a long time since he had done this with anyone and he was nearly overwhelmed just at the warmth gripping the tip of his dick. “It’s good,” she assured him. “Try a little more?” He sank another few inches into her, hand carefully stopping himself from going too fast and burying his whole length in her wetness. She moaned, squirming a bit. “Okay, now I can really feel it,” she explained. “Stop there for now, maybe? Just that much is good.”

He nodded, hands running up her sides, in awe that this amazing woman would be interested in him. “You can move, I think,” she encouraged him, and he carefully started thrusting, cautious not to go too deep. “Oh, Nile,” he gasped out, already able to tell that this wasn’t going to last very long. “Nile, you feel so good,” he muttered, cupping her breasts in his hands and thumbing over her nipples to hear her mewl. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he cursed, burying his head in her shoulder, and she laughed, tugging at his hair. “After you made me come three times, of course I am,” she teased, arching into his thrusts. “Come on, give me a little bit more,” she encouraged, and he let himself sink a little deeper. “Oh god that’s so good,” he murmured. “Nile, baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her, and her arms just tightened around his shoulders. “Come, sweetheart,” she encouraged, and he gave a hitching gasp and spilled in her, kissing her deeply as he worked through his release.

“So,” he murmured as he rolled off of her and entangled their fingers. “Was it like you expected?” She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think I could grow to like that, big boy,” she teased.

omggggg yesssss this fill!!!

>>“I can show you,” he remarked gently
Gently!! ahhhhhh

and he's a champ at pussy eating too 😭 I really do love this characterization of Booker, where he's eager and makes sure Nile has all the foreplay she needs to try taking his dick and yet read to come after she takes him 👌 bless you author, thank u for doing the good work with this fic

So glad that you liked it!!

I don’t know who first came up with the headcanon that Book is a champ at pussy eating, but I endorse it wholeheartedly. I also thoroughly support an eager Booker :)

I am overwhelmed 😳 Cuz on one hand the playful energy of this was fantastic and delightful and was a perfect giggly read!!! truly some Great stuff here Author!!
On the other hand my ace brain is screaming in terror because DICK 👏LIT👏ER👏AL👏LY TOO👏 BIG👏 TO👏 FIT!!! It's simply a thought that I am #toogaytofunction in the face of. I feel Nile on this 95%🤜🏾🤛🏾 (the other 5% being the part where she gets her some 🎊)

Thank you for the fill anon
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So glad that you liked it 😍 and I feel you, I feel like personally the terror would outweigh the interest, but glad that Nile is game enough to try 😂

I was hoping someone would fill this!! It’s such a top-tier prompt, and your fill is so great! I love how unashamed Booker is throughout all this, and how Nile simply CANNOT contain her curiosity. Like, she’s not even trying and I respect that lol.

Surely it couldn’t get much bigger than it already was, right? She wondered if it ever got in the way, or if there were some clothes that he simply couldn’t wear. Those lines made me laugh out loud. I love Nile’s thinking process throughout this. Like, she just can’t believe someone walks around with that thing.

“It’s flattering, you know,” he remarked. “Are you interested or terrified?”
GOD, I love this characterization of Booker so damn much.

I love how so totally open the both of them are to exploring things together. They don’t even have to talk about it; they just get right down to it. And the way it morphs into this little side thing where they get each other off? So great. Nile being unable to resist trying to take him is so great, and I loved how it ended up going well for both of them. I was so surprised by how sweet they were with each other—but it was definitely a nice surprise. :)

I know I said "I love" about 57 times in this comment, but really, this fill was just wonderful. Thank you for it!!

Thank you so much for your comment and for letting me know some of the parts you liked the most! I always imagine them being playful with each other, so that slipped in here even while they were trying to figure out what to do with Booker’s monster dick 😂

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Nile/Booker, he’s hung, she’s interested/intimidated

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