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Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/3653.html?thread=980549#cmt980549 Nile had managed to stay relatively quiet the first time, but by the third time she felt her orgasm building, she couldn’t help herself. It had been a long time, okay—a long time since she had done this with anyone and a long time since she had had her eye on Booker. “Yes, yes, yes,” she wailed, fingers tightly curled in Booker’s hair as he lapped enthusiastically at her and teased her with one finger. “Booker, please, more,” and he slid in a second finger, earning a shriek from her. “Oh yes Booker, fuck, how are you so good at this, yes yes yes just like that, going to come—“ He licked her through her orgasm as he had the previous two, his fingers slowly working her through the aftershocks, and she winced when his nose bumped against her clit. “Too sensitive, baby,” she warned, pushing his head away. He looked wrecked and blissful, licking his lips as if he already missed the taste of her, and the sight sent a little spasm through her even though she had just climaxed. She squirmed a bit on his fingers, groaning as they pressed against a sensitive place inside her. “Oh, feels so good,” she gasped out, slowly grinding down against his fingers, and he let her take what she needed, resting his head against her inner thigh, pressing soft kisses against the skin there. It took longer for her to get to the edge this time, but when she did there was something different, an extra desperation in her eyes and the way she worked herself against his fingers. “Booker, baby,” she warned, a little frantic, “I’m going to come again, fuck,” and he leaned in to lick a long stripe up her folds, carefully avoiding her oversensitive clit, swirling his tongue around where his fingers entered her, and her eyes went wide. “Book, Book, oh God I never felt like this before, I’m going to—Sébastien, please, oh, right there right there—“ and then three things happened at once. Nile clenched violently around his fingers, screamed loudly enough to wake people in the building next door, and gushed wetness all over his fingers and his face. He blinked, looking up at her with her release still dripping on his cheeks and his chin, and she groaned at the sight. “Oh my God, Booker, that definitely never happened before,” she explained, and pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “You were so good to me, made me feel so good,” she praised in between desperate kisses, shivering when he gently slid his fingers out. “Never felt like that before, your tongue, Booker, fuck.” She could feel him hard against her thigh, let her legs fall open so that he could thrust against her if he wanted. “Nobody ever made me feel as good as you,” she confessed, and he groaned, hips jerking, and she realised when she felt a splash of wetness against her thigh that he had come untouched. “Fuck,” she said enthusiastically, and kissed him again, wet and sloppy, her arms twining around his back to keep him close. “All those months I spent thinking about this, not sure if you were interested, and then it was even better than I could have expected. So good, Sébastien,” she praised, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and rubbing her hands down his sides. “I wanted to please you like you deserve to be pleased, mon coeur,” he confessed, burying his head in her shoulder, and she kissed the top of his head as her hands meandered down to his ass, squeezing lightly. “You did, baby, didn’t you see how much I enjoyed it? I—fuck, I never in my life came like that before. My vision actually went white for a moment and I couldn’t help making such a mess of you.” She brought one finger to where her release was still drying on his chin, swiped lightly at it and then prodded at his lips. He opened for her immediately, sucking her finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, and it occurred to her that she would like to see him sometime apply his talents to sucking a cock, plastic or otherwise. She told him so, and he groaned around her finger in a way that made her think he agreed. “Bet you’d be good at that, too,” she remarked. “You’re just made for giving pleasure, aren’t you?” He whimpered, a soft broken sound, and she wasn’t terribly surprised to feel his length fattening up again against her leg. “Yes that’s right, you were perfect for me, made me come harder than I thought was possible.” She reached down to take his cock in hand, jacking it a few times to bring him to full hardness. “Want to make you feel good too, you know,” she commented, and then she guided him to her entrance, rubbed the head of his erection through her folds. “Do you want to, baby?” There was no way on earth he was going to say no to that, and his eyes rolled back in bliss as he started to push into her. “Nile, my heart,” he begged, “it’s too perfect,” and his breath was ragged as he bottomed out, holding himself there to let her adjust. She shifted a bit, taking stock of the way he filled her, and gave him a pleased grin. “It’s good, Book, you can move,” she encouraged, and he started up a slow, careful rhythm. Later, she thought, she would tell him that he didn’t have to be so cautious with her, that she wasn’t going to break. But this was nice, after the frantic desperation of her earlier orgasms, to feel the pleasure slowly building as he rocked into her. It was intimate, too, and she wanted to blush as he locked eyes with her, wanted to look away but she held his gaze, pulling him down for a kiss. “Love this,” she whispered, and the unspoken coda was “love you”. Not yet, she thought, but soon she would tell him. He was grateful that he had already come once against her thigh, because it was the only thing that let him drag this out, let him luxuriate in the feeling of being so completely connected to her. Even so, his desire built faster than he might have liked, and he kissed her deeply. “What can I do for you?” He asked against her lips, and she kissed him back, pushing a little harder into his thrusts. “Don’t need anything more than this, Book,” she said honestly. “Just like this is perfect for me.” She came before he did, barely, and it wasn’t the ferocious intensity of the last time but it seemed to go on forever, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his legs and her kisses interspersed with little whines that drove him crazy. “Should I—should I pull out?” He asked when she finally seemed finished, and she shook her head adamantly. “Want to feel you come inside, Book, please,” and just hearing her say that she wanted that was enough for him, he snapped his hips twice, quicker than his careful rhythm, and spilled inside her with a hitching sob. His eyes were dark with tears when he met her gaze again, still buried inside her, and she stroked his cheek lightly. “Everything okay?” She asked, and he nodded. “It’s just a lot, that’s all,” and she understood completely. “I’ve got you,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” and she held him close until he fell asleep. She was still sleeping when he woke up in the morning, and he pressed the softest of kisses to her shoulder before disentangling himself carefully from her grasp, determined to at least rustle up some coffee and toast to bring back to her for when she woke up. He walked into the kitchen, a little bleary-eyed, and groaned when he saw the entire team gathered there at the table, eyes locked on him and sharing devious grins. Andy cracked the silence first, sending him a conspiratorial wink. “Goddamn, Booker, who knew you were such a sex fiend?” He buried his face in his hands, equal parts flustered and amused. Quynh burst out laughing, bright and cheerful, and it was so nice to hear her happy again, he thought. He wasn’t sure that that was possible, back when she first found him in Paris—but then again, he wouldn’t have thought back then that he would be able to get better himself, to earn the love of someone as amazing as Nile. “Seriously, Booker,” Joe remarked, helpfully pulling out the coffee and bread and handing them to Booker. “What on earth did you do to make her scream like that?” Booker was sure his face was bright red, and then Nicky piped in with a grin. “I mean, we all had to listen to it all night, so we at least deserve the dirty details.” Andy looked up from where she was cleaning her labrys, shooting Quynh a heated look. “I mean, I wouldn’t say we objected to hearing it, honestly it was pretty hot. We tried keeping count of how many times she came, but sometimes you two were so loud in between that it was hard to tell,” and that was it, Booker was going to sink into the floor from embarrassment. “Book?” Nile called from the other room, voice still sleepy, and Booker hurried to collect the coffee and toast and go back to her. Just before he reached the bedroom door, Andy called his name once more. “Booker? Just so you know, we’re happy for you two. I think you’ll be good for one another,” and his face shone with genuine pleasure. “Thanks, boss. Me too.”

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

hnnnngh, author this is amazeballs. The prompt was amazing and your fill is equally amazing. If you ever post this on ao3, I'd love to bookmark it there!

I fucking love Booker as desperate to please, and Nile reaping the benefits of that. And the team's reaction at the end! Poor Booker. XD

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks!! I haven’t posted anything on AO3 before (hadn’t written anything at all in a long time before this fandom took hold of me!) but I will drop a link here if I do!

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

oh wow! well welcome back to writing!! i would totally read anything else you write. (i mean, i'm also down to bribe for more fic lol it was that good)

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

OP HERE OMG THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Oh I’m so glad you liked it!

(It also made Nile’s dreams come true ;))

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

This is the use of Booker I'm here for. <3

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

THIS WAS HOT AS HELL AND A PLEASURE TO READ thank you so much for this good food oh my GOD aaaaaaaaaa GOOD SHIT

Re: Nile/Booker, first time, squirting, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Hooooo boy 12/10 good god