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2021-03-02
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2021-03-31
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With the One I Love

Summary:

March is the new October. I will (try to) post a different kinky shortfic for Booker & Nile every day.

Now COMPLETE, as of March 31, 2021 🥲

Notes:

If you’ve read any of my stories before, you’ll know that I am not good at being concise. I would very much like to change that, if only in this collection. Also, it’s the second March in quarantine, I’m going insane, and writing dirty one-shots is a way I can feel productive. So, this cursed month is now my kinktober.

I hope I write something you enjoy. If not, come back the next day and maybe I’ll have written something better. ;)

Chapter 1: Cockwarming

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There were times when he was never close enough. Times when they made love all night or all morning and still, she wanted more. Needed more. Sometimes he would give her what she wanted until she couldn’t take it anymore—fuck her until she was so over-used she had to tell him to stop—and other times he would give her something else, just to see how long she could last being filled by him but not fulfilled by him.

They were lounging on the couch one lazy Sunday, after a long night tangled in the sheets and a slow morning with his head between her legs before breakfast, when the idea came to him. The Marseille–Nice match had ended a half-hour ago, a lackluster nil–nil draw where the players of both sides seemed to have been running in slow motion for ninety minutes. The two of them were laying on the couch back to front, with him behind, and she was scrolling through something on her phone while the TV cycled through replays on mute. She stopped scrolling when she felt him pull down her leggings.

“What are you doing back there?” she asked.

Her voice was trying for casual, but he knew the breathy hitch of arousal when he heard it. It was no surprise when he slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and found her pussy lips wet.

“I’m trying something,” he replied, popping the button on his jeans and dragging down the zipper. He took his cock out with one hand, using the other to pull down her panties and spread her legs so he could get a good angle to enter her from behind.

She moaned as he pushed inside, back arching as his half-hard cock slid easily inside her slick walls. She clenched down around him and they both felt him harden further, but not near enough for her purposes.

“You’re not even ready,” she whined impatiently, rubbing her ass back against him.

“Not about being ready,” he murmured, nipping at her neck. “It’s about you warming my cock like a good girl, and not complaining.”

“Ohh,” she moaned, blindsided by the order. She loved this type of play. Loved the exceedingly rare moments where he demanded his own satisfaction at her expense.

He slid an arm around her front, ostensibly to hold her in place, but his hand soon slipped beneath the t-shirt she wore, his fingers drawn to her hard nipples. He tugged on one and then pinched the other, just to make her whimper. He knew from experience if he teased those sensitive little nubs too much, she’d come all over him. Already she was panting, her body writhing against his in a silent demand for more.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he murmured soothingly in her ear, hugging her close. “We have a whole day ahead of us. Let’s see how long you can last for me.”