It takes a few years after the return of Quynh to convince the team that Booker needs to start going on missions with them again. They weren’t so willing to cut the exile short; it took a lot of Nile’s “It’s better if we can keep an eye on him” and “I can’t keep being the only one who knows how the internet work” before they agreed. But even then it was on a trial basis with a very firm, “Fine, but you’re in charge of him” from Andy and a general consensus of “Yea, he’s your problem now” from the other immortals.
It’s possible that they took the “you’re in charge of him” a little too literal but Nile only had so much self-control.
Booker with his sad puppy dog eyes was so damn gratefulplianteager to please desperate to make up for his sins that he jumped at her beck and call even when it completely inconvenienced him. She almost couldn’t help the way she started pushing and looking for boundaries. Asking for more, seeing what he was willing to give or where he drew the line. There seemed to be no limit with him.
When things turned sexual she started to doubt herself, wonder if she was taking more advantage than was allowed. Wondered how much of his willingness was consent versus obligation, and so she had asked him.
“Are you really okay with this?” Nile spoke sincerely, fingers pressing against the hard planes of his abdomen as she’s poised above him, thighs wide and bracketing his hips and wishing she had done this before getting so close to taking him inside of her. “Do you want this?” She continued, eyes boring into his own seeking the truth.
“I want whatever you want to give me” Booker answered. Voice thick and lingering in the space between them and well, that sounded a lot like yes, so she continued forward, positioning him between her folds and sinking down the length of him until she felt full and stretched and so good that she regretted not doing this sooner.
Nile took him at a slow pace to allow her body to get used to the girth of him. The way he pressed against all the sensitive parts of her felt better and better every deep sink from tip to root and back again. She had her palms pressed against his abdomen for leverage and the muscles beneath her hands were so tightly flexed with tension as he held himself still that she worried he was in pain.
Nile reached forward and grabbed Booker’s hands and brought it to her hips, sliding along her outer thighs as she did so and the stuttered exhale of breath that he gave truly did wonders for her ego.
“You can touch” Nile said with a squeeze of her inner muscles and a gyration of her hips that forces another exhale and a grunt out of him.
“Thank you” He huffed out so sincerely that she does it again and doesn’t miss the jump of his hips that thrust his cock deeper into her, “Sorry” Booker whispered reverent and stroked up and down her thighs and around her waist to her back and buttocks. His eyes were locked on her the whole while, as if afraid to look anywhere else, as if unsure if he was allowed and the thought burned a fire deep within her.
Nile never thought of herself as someone who liked control in the bedroom but staring down at Booker as he let her use his body as she sees fit, eyes begging for permission, she decided this is definitely something that she could get used to.
She sped up her movements and grabbed his hands again, pulling them from roaming at her lower back and brought them up to her breast where she was sensitive to the cold and wanting some stimulation. His hips gave another miniscule jerk and Nile grinned wide and ground down against him. It started a feedback loop of tiny motions of his hips against her and her grinding against his cock and pelvis until he startled her with rough thumbs brushing against her erect nipples.
Her inner walls squeezed tight around him and the slam of his hips against her this time was harder and deeper than the rest. Her eyes shut from the sudden sensation and a whimper escaped her, a sharp “Booker” tagged on the end of it.
“Sorry” Booker breathes the sound barely making it out of the growling noise of his throat. He tried to settle his hips flat on the bed again, legs tense beneath her but Nile adjusted her stance, leaning forward with more pressure on her knees as she pulled halfway off of him and smacked him hard against the outer thigh so that he would slam into her again.
“Merde… pardonne-moi.” Booker speaks through a groan as he’s pulling back, eyes finally shutting closed against the pleasure in his veins until Nile pinches at his chest. She’s shaking her head side to side and brings his hands back down to her thighs now covered in sweat.
“Fuck me” she says, and squeezes her walls around him for emphasis, whimpering loudly again as he slams in deep involuntarily.
“Yes, Book, hard”. Nile says arms at his side. He adjusts his position as he seeks to comply, hands gripping at her thighs and knees bending to plant his feet for leverage.
Booker pulls out to the tip and thrusts in hard, pulling her down to meet him and pulling a loud cry from her mouth. “Yes… Like that” Nile says as he does it again and again, setting the fast and hard pace that is asked of him.
Her moans are loud enough to penetrate the walls of his shitty apartment before she can help it, with a constant string of “yes, yes, yes” in the brief moments that she’s able to form words.
He’s quiet under her for the most part, his sounds consist mostly of heavy stilted breathing and the groan and grunts he’s unable to keep hidden when he hits that deep part of her that causes her to grip tight around him.
Her gasps of “God… yes… there” leads to a continued assault at her spot and soon she feels the tightness of pleasure coiling in her belly.
She doesn’t have a good history of climaxing from penetration alone so she grips his arm and pulls him forward so that she’s more in his lap than leaning over him and she can slip those rough fingers of his in between her legs where she wants them.
“Merde…” Booker breathes low, fingers sliding between her folds where she is slick and wet and warm, “mon dieu.” He exhales as her body tightened and jerked as his middle fingers circled at the nub of her clit.
“Yes… Booker” Her eyes snapped opened and locked unto his to demand her release and he pulled forward to sit upright and bring her completely into his lap. His thrust weren’t as long in this position but they were still hitting her hard and deep and now she could grind against the fingers at her clit.
“Merde.” He says again in disbelief, interspaced with her cries of ‘Yes’, ‘God’, ‘and Booker’.
There’s a moment when his head leans forward and Nile thinks he’s going to kiss her but he turns away, bending instead to kiss at her neck and collarbone as he uses the free hand to grope at her breast and bring her nipple into his warm wet mouth for a gentle suck.
The coiled knot of pleasure at her belly broke all at once and her body seized tight against him with the force of her orgasm. Her scream was loud enough that it would be embarrassing if she cared and Nile only became aware of Booker’s continuing short thrusts against her, and his fingers working at her clit, and his mouth at her tit because it became too much after her bones turned to jelly.
She tugged at the arm between her legs to pull it away, and carded the other hand through the messy blonde hair falling across his forehead to pull his mouth from her breast so that she can relax against him as he stilled his hips.
He was still hard inside of her and it took a minute to realize as her nerves slowly regained feeling. She became aware of the way he was trembling, hands stroking her thighs in a way that was too frantic to be intentional.
Nile raised her head to see Booker’s face and noticed his eyes were shut tight and his jaw was clenched hard as he breathed heavily through his nose. She leaned forward to press her lips against his chastely and his eyes opened to peer at her.
“Ça va?” His voice is low and pleading when he speaks and it shakes like the rest of him. His eyes, blown until they are nearly black, reflects the frequent desperation that he viewed her with. He’s still waiting for permission she realizes and kisses him quick and chaste again before starting a gentle rocking with her hips.
“You can come Book” She whispers against his lips and slides her arms around his neck to rub from his crown to his back. “It’s okay. You can come inside me” Nile says continuing the gentle circular motion of her hips and Booker always so eager did just that. His fingers gripped her thighs tight and he released inside her, quiet except for the deep groan in his throat and his body pulled so taut, eyes shut so tight, that she thought it looked a little painful.
His palms stroke along her hips to flank and around her back as he finished and slumps against her with a slow exhale. His head sagged along her neck and she slowed the motion of her hips to a stop as his arms encircled her completely.
“Merci” she felt him mumble against her along with a string of French she couldn’t make out as his breathing evened out. She’s completely sure she’s never seen him this tender.
“It was good. You were so good” Nile says because she’s seen movies and she’s read books and she has a general idea of what’s happening here and what’s needed. “You did so well holding out for me” She continues and trails fingers against the length of his spine and into his hair as he shudders against her. “Let’s lay back” Nile pushes down against his shoulders until he’s falling back against the bed, arms still wrapped her as she wiggles up so he slips out of her. “Like this” She says turning to her side and pulling him along so that he’s facing her and she can wrap her limbs around him after pulling the covers up.
Some time later, as the glow faded and she noticed he’s coming to, she decides to broach the topic of consent again. Arms wrapped around his torso with one leg strewn across his hip, sore in her thighs and back and lower abdomen in a way she really wish wouldn’t go away so she could be reminded of a good thorough fuck every time she moved, Nile says “You can always say no you know, if you don’t want to do something... it’s fine Booker, I won’t send you away”. She has her head cradled against his neck and her gaze to the wall across from them hoping the current state of them doesn’t impact his decision to be honest with her.
She felt the deep breath that he took before answering and her chest tightened waiting for the worst,
“This is the most that I’ve felt in a long time”. Booker said after a beat, so quietly that she thought he didn’t want her to hear. Alas she did and it made her smile and it pulled at her heart strings so she curled her leg around his a little a lot possessively. “Okay. Glad I could help”. Nile replied and that was the end of that of that conversation.
Things between them began a steady incline after that.
Fill: Nile/Booker FemDom 1/2
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Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/3653.html?thread=1000773#cmt1000773
It takes a few years after the return of Quynh to convince the team that Booker needs to start going on missions with them again. They weren’t so willing to cut the exile short; it took a lot of Nile’s “It’s better if we can keep an eye on him” and “I can’t keep being the only one who knows how the internet work” before they agreed. But even then it was on a trial basis with a very firm, “Fine, but you’re in charge of him” from Andy and a general consensus of “Yea, he’s your problem now” from the other immortals.
It’s possible that they took the “you’re in charge of him” a little too literal but Nile only had so much self-control.
Booker with his sad puppy dog eyes was so damn grateful pliant eager to please desperate to make up for his sins that he jumped at her beck and call even when it completely inconvenienced him. She almost couldn’t help the way she started pushing and looking for boundaries. Asking for more, seeing what he was willing to give or where he drew the line. There seemed to be no limit with him.
When things turned sexual she started to doubt herself, wonder if she was taking more advantage than was allowed. Wondered how much of his willingness was consent versus obligation, and so she had asked him.
“Are you really okay with this?” Nile spoke sincerely, fingers pressing against the hard planes of his abdomen as she’s poised above him, thighs wide and bracketing his hips and wishing she had done this before getting so close to taking him inside of her. “Do you want this?” She continued, eyes boring into his own seeking the truth.
“I want whatever you want to give me” Booker answered. Voice thick and lingering in the space between them and well, that sounded a lot like yes, so she continued forward, positioning him between her folds and sinking down the length of him until she felt full and stretched and so good that she regretted not doing this sooner.
Nile took him at a slow pace to allow her body to get used to the girth of him. The way he pressed against all the sensitive parts of her felt better and better every deep sink from tip to root and back again. She had her palms pressed against his abdomen for leverage and the muscles beneath her hands were so tightly flexed with tension as he held himself still that she worried he was in pain.
Nile reached forward and grabbed Booker’s hands and brought it to her hips, sliding along her outer thighs as she did so and the stuttered exhale of breath that he gave truly did wonders for her ego.
“You can touch” Nile said with a squeeze of her inner muscles and a gyration of her hips that forces another exhale and a grunt out of him.
“Thank you” He huffed out so sincerely that she does it again and doesn’t miss the jump of his hips that thrust his cock deeper into her, “Sorry” Booker whispered reverent and stroked up and down her thighs and around her waist to her back and buttocks. His eyes were locked on her the whole while, as if afraid to look anywhere else, as if unsure if he was allowed and the thought burned a fire deep within her.
Nile never thought of herself as someone who liked control in the bedroom but staring down at Booker as he let her use his body as she sees fit, eyes begging for permission, she decided this is definitely something that she could get used to.
She sped up her movements and grabbed his hands again, pulling them from roaming at her lower back and brought them up to her breast where she was sensitive to the cold and wanting some stimulation. His hips gave another miniscule jerk and Nile grinned wide and ground down against him. It started a feedback loop of tiny motions of his hips against her and her grinding against his cock and pelvis until he startled her with rough thumbs brushing against her erect nipples.
Her inner walls squeezed tight around him and the slam of his hips against her this time was harder and deeper than the rest. Her eyes shut from the sudden sensation and a whimper escaped her, a sharp “Booker” tagged on the end of it.
“Sorry” Booker breathes the sound barely making it out of the growling noise of his throat. He tried to settle his hips flat on the bed again, legs tense beneath her but Nile adjusted her stance, leaning forward with more pressure on her knees as she pulled halfway off of him and smacked him hard against the outer thigh so that he would slam into her again.
“Merde… pardonne-moi.” Booker speaks through a groan as he’s pulling back, eyes finally shutting closed against the pleasure in his veins until Nile pinches at his chest. She’s shaking her head side to side and brings his hands back down to her thighs now covered in sweat.
“Fuck me” she says, and squeezes her walls around him for emphasis, whimpering loudly again as he slams in deep involuntarily.
“Yes, Book, hard”. Nile says arms at his side. He adjusts his position as he seeks to comply, hands gripping at her thighs and knees bending to plant his feet for leverage.
Booker pulls out to the tip and thrusts in hard, pulling her down to meet him and pulling a loud cry from her mouth. “Yes… Like that” Nile says as he does it again and again, setting the fast and hard pace that is asked of him.
Her moans are loud enough to penetrate the walls of his shitty apartment before she can help it, with a constant string of “yes, yes, yes” in the brief moments that she’s able to form words.
He’s quiet under her for the most part, his sounds consist mostly of heavy stilted breathing and the groan and grunts he’s unable to keep hidden when he hits that deep part of her that causes her to grip tight around him.
Her gasps of “God… yes… there” leads to a continued assault at her spot and soon she feels the tightness of pleasure coiling in her belly.
She doesn’t have a good history of climaxing from penetration alone so she grips his arm and pulls him forward so that she’s more in his lap than leaning over him and she can slip those rough fingers of his in between her legs where she wants them.
“Merde…” Booker breathes low, fingers sliding between her folds where she is slick and wet and warm, “mon dieu.” He exhales as her body tightened and jerked as his middle fingers circled at the nub of her clit.
“Yes… Booker” Her eyes snapped opened and locked unto his to demand her release and he pulled forward to sit upright and bring her completely into his lap. His thrust weren’t as long in this position but they were still hitting her hard and deep and now she could grind against the fingers at her clit.
“Merde.” He says again in disbelief, interspaced with her cries of ‘Yes’, ‘God’, ‘and Booker’.
There’s a moment when his head leans forward and Nile thinks he’s going to kiss her but he turns away, bending instead to kiss at her neck and collarbone as he uses the free hand to grope at her breast and bring her nipple into his warm wet mouth for a gentle suck.
The coiled knot of pleasure at her belly broke all at once and her body seized tight against him with the force of her orgasm. Her scream was loud enough that it would be embarrassing if she cared and Nile only became aware of Booker’s continuing short thrusts against her, and his fingers working at her clit, and his mouth at her tit because it became too much after her bones turned to jelly.
She tugged at the arm between her legs to pull it away, and carded the other hand through the messy blonde hair falling across his forehead to pull his mouth from her breast so that she can relax against him as he stilled his hips.
He was still hard inside of her and it took a minute to realize as her nerves slowly regained feeling. She became aware of the way he was trembling, hands stroking her thighs in a way that was too frantic to be intentional.
Nile raised her head to see Booker’s face and noticed his eyes were shut tight and his jaw was clenched hard as he breathed heavily through his nose. She leaned forward to press her lips against his chastely and his eyes opened to peer at her.
“Ça va?” His voice is low and pleading when he speaks and it shakes like the rest of him. His eyes, blown until they are nearly black, reflects the frequent desperation that he viewed her with. He’s still waiting for permission she realizes and kisses him quick and chaste again before starting a gentle rocking with her hips.
“You can come Book” She whispers against his lips and slides her arms around his neck to rub from his crown to his back. “It’s okay. You can come inside me” Nile says continuing the gentle circular motion of her hips and Booker always so eager did just that. His fingers gripped her thighs tight and he released inside her, quiet except for the deep groan in his throat and his body pulled so taut, eyes shut so tight, that she thought it looked a little painful.
His palms stroke along her hips to flank and around her back as he finished and slumps against her with a slow exhale. His head sagged along her neck and she slowed the motion of her hips to a stop as his arms encircled her completely.
“Merci” she felt him mumble against her along with a string of French she couldn’t make out as his breathing evened out. She’s completely sure she’s never seen him this tender.
“It was good. You were so good” Nile says because she’s seen movies and she’s read books and she has a general idea of what’s happening here and what’s needed. “You did so well holding out for me” She continues and trails fingers against the length of his spine and into his hair as he shudders against her. “Let’s lay back” Nile pushes down against his shoulders until he’s falling back against the bed, arms still wrapped her as she wiggles up so he slips out of her. “Like this” She says turning to her side and pulling him along so that he’s facing her and she can wrap her limbs around him after pulling the covers up.
Some time later, as the glow faded and she noticed he’s coming to, she decides to broach the topic of consent again. Arms wrapped around his torso with one leg strewn across his hip, sore in her thighs and back and lower abdomen in a way she really wish wouldn’t go away so she could be reminded of a good thorough fuck every time she moved, Nile says “You can always say no you know, if you don’t want to do something... it’s fine Booker, I won’t send you away”. She has her head cradled against his neck and her gaze to the wall across from them hoping the current state of them doesn’t impact his decision to be honest with her.
She felt the deep breath that he took before answering and her chest tightened waiting for the worst,
“This is the most that I’ve felt in a long time”. Booker said after a beat, so quietly that she thought he didn’t want her to hear. Alas she did and it made her smile and it pulled at her heart strings so she curled her leg around his a little a lot possessively. “Okay. Glad I could help”. Nile replied and that was the end of that of that conversation.
Things between them began a steady incline after that.