Xavier getting on his knees for Your Highness ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
pairing: Knight!Xavier + Princess!Reader
content: sneaking around, oral sex (f!receiving), almost no plot, semi-established relationship, xavier wants you so bad, public sex(?), outdoor sex
a/n: it's so funny how i'm inspired for everything and anything but my wips! <3 didn't proof read! oops! posting before i lose the courage. oh, and sorry if i missed anyone
You both knew it was wrong.
You both knew the consequences.
But neither if you stopped.
How could you when you knew what real pleasure felt like? What it felt like to have another person touch you? For that person to be your knight of all people?
It was too good to give up.
So for months, you two snuck around—let your eyes linger, found any excuse to touch, made free time to be with each other.
You glance at Xavier, a shy little smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. He quirks a brow, his lips a straight line despite his inward bemusement. "What is it?"
You shrug, your grip on your horse's reins loosening. "Nothing."
But it was everything. You'd ridden ahead of the attendants and wandered into a small clearing in the woods. They were no doubt looking for you now, freaking out over their poor princess when the only thing you were thinking about was Xavier and the way he tasted the last time you kissed him.
"Should we take a break?"
Xavier's breath catches in his throat for a split second, his fingers tightening around the reins. "Do you really need a break, Princess, or is that just an excuse?"
You're already sliding off your horse and tying her to a branch before he can protest. "An excuse to what?" you ask, glancing at him over your shoulder as you tighten the knot. "Is it such a crime to want to rest?"
Xavier stares at you for a moment before giving in with a small breath, sliding off his horse and trying it next to yours.
You shift toward him, resting your hands on his chest plate.
He stiffens for a second before his hands gently come up to yours. "You're being bold," he murmurs.
"That's never bothered you before."
A shaky little exhale slips past his lips when he dips his head, his forehead hovering over yours. "In the middle of the forest? Are you sure?"
When you nod, he doesn't waste time. He leans in, closing the rest of the distance and capturing your lips with his. He's sweet at first, then he's rougher.
His hands slide down your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. You curl your arm around the back of his neck and pull him close, your lips parting on a silent breath when his lips start trailing down your jaw.
Your back presses against the tree, your horses bristling quietly. You wince at the interruption. Right. Your horses.
You grip his arms, the steel of his armor cold against your fingers as you nudge him back. "Over there," you whisper, nodding toward a nearby stump.
Xavier doesn't say anything, just connects his lips with yours again as he guides you to a more comfortable spot.
He sits you down, his mouth dragging down your jaw again, then your neck. "We have to be quick," he murmurs against your neck, but you barely register his words.
You just nod, one hand holding yourself up behind on the stump while the other tangles in his hair. "We will be," you say, hips half-heartedly chasing nothing.
Xavier notices. You see it—the way his eyes flick down your body then back up. He presses one last kiss to your jaw before sinking to his knees in front of you, uselessly mouthing at the fabric of your dress.
"I wish I could take this off," he mutters, hands moving restlessly over your waist.
"Me too," you whisper, shifting your hips again, desperate for him. Then slowly, you take your dress and lift it slightly.
It's not enough to expose skin. Not enough to do anything, but it tells Xavier everything.
"It's okay." He slides his hand under your dress, under your chemise, and drags his hand up your thigh. "We don't need to."
Your breath hitches at his words, heat curling low in your gut when you watch him lift all the frustrating layers of fabric and disappear under it.
You bite your lip, your body tingling with nerves. "Are you sure you want to do... that? I'm not—Xavier!" You break off on a gasp when you feel his hands come around your ass and pull you closer to the edge.
Then so soft you barely feel it, he kisses you. Presses his lips to your slick flesh like it's something to be cherished.
Your nails uselessly scratch against the wood, muscles tight with the effort of keeping your hips still.
You hear him say something, but it's muffled by all the layers of clothing. Before you can ask what he said, he's licking a long stripe up your slit.
Your hips jump against his tongue, your free hand coming up to rest on the bulge of his head under your dress. "Xavier!"
He groans in response, his tongue flattening against your weeping cunt to let you grind yourself against him.
And you do. Almost on instinct, you start rolling your hips into his mouth, your head tipping and your lips parting on breathy little sighs.
"That's... so good!" you praise, your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly chase the friction of his mouth. He's so warm. So devoted. It's dizzying—the feeling of him lapping at your cunt like a man starved.
Your hips twitch again, your fingers slipping against the fabric of your dress when you try to grab him. "Oh God, Xavier. Yes, just like that!"
He kneads your ass in response, pulling you harder against his face. It's pure bliss. You can feel every ragged breath he takes, can feel every groan, every whispered praise into your cunt.
The edges of your world start to blur when he eases two fingers in your fluttering heat and curls them just right. "Oh—! Please don't stop!" Your hips writhe against him, mind going fuzzy.
It's too much, too good—his fingers, his mouth, his hand on your ass, guiding you against him. A piece of bark slips off the stump from you gripping too hard.
You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling messily on your chemise. It's filthy, and yet you've never been more turned out.
You don't think anything can pull you out of the moment, until you hear something: the faint sound of hooves. Not your horses.
Panic flares in your chest.
You force your eyes open, dragging your head back up so you can look at Xavier who's still buried beneath your dress.
"Xavier," you gasp out, "someone's coming."
You tap his shoulder, but he doesn't make any moves to stop. No, it's almost like he's emboldened by that thought instead. His grip on your ass tightens and pulls you impossibly closer.
And your body gives way immediately, cunt dragging over his tongue like it's the best thing you've ever had.
You should tell him to stop again. It's the only sane thing to do. But you don't. Xavier's too good at this and you're too close.
You close your eyes and bring your hand over your mouth in hopes no one will hear you.
Xavier continues to lap at your pussy, curling his fingers just right, moving his tongue like he's done it a thousand times.
Your legs tremble around his head, the knot in your stomach curling tight. "I'm—! I'm so close..!"
Moments later, your orgasm rips through you. You feel Xavier tense underneath you for a split second. Then he eagerly works you through it mouthing at your fluttering heat.
You go limp, watching with glossy eyes as Xavier carefully emerges from underneath your dress and rises to his feet.
Hair damp, pupils blown wide, and your arousal glistening on his chin.
A light blush dusts your cheeks at the sight. "Xavier..." You grab his wrist and carefully pull him closer. He bends down to be eye level with you and you smile as you wipe off the mess you made.
"Thank you," you murmur, pulling him down for a soft kiss.
He smells like you, tastes like you.
"Of course," he answers, his lips twitching with a quiet smile.
You stare at him for a while, your mind still buzzing from your orgasm. Then it hits you.
He hesitates. "What about me?" he repeats, his brows furrowing.
Your eyes flicker down, then slowly drift back up. "I should return the favor."
Xavier's silent for a moment, almost like he's contemplating it before he finally shakes his head. "This was all about you, Princess."
He grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips to press a light kiss to your skin. "Your pleasure is my pleasure."
And yet, you see the uncomfortable little strain in his brow, the uneven rising and falling of his chest that tells you he's painfully hard.
You let out a soft breath through your nose as you stand up on shaky legs and smooth out your dress. You lean toward him, giving his cheek a small peck. "I'll give you a reward when we're alone later."
Xavier sighs, leaning into your touch like he just can't help it. "You don't have to."
But you know he's screaming for it on the inside. "It's the least I can do," you insist, finally drawing back.
His eyes flick over you briefly, a shaky breath slipping past his lips. "Okay then."
You smile. "Shall we go then?"
His Adam's apple bobs slightly before he nods. "Mm"
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