to aide the princess
"The knight who is posted outside your door, sworn to protect the princess. Yet he cannot protect himself from the sounds that grace his ears as your restless fingers slip between your thighs."
PAIRING.⟡ - Knight! Gojo x Princess! reader
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You lie on your side, face turned into the pillows in an attempt to keep yourself silent... one that isn't working. You know it's awful, and he can probably hear you, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Maybe you even want him to hear. You want him to know how desperate you are. For him to walk through the door right now. You want him to see you with your hands between your thighs, to call you a dirty little slut, and finish the job that your own pathetic fingers can't.
With growing unease throughout the kingdom and an assassin on the loose, it's only natural that security should be heightened. The king had declared that every member of the royal family should have a guard stationed outside their door. However, it's been over a month, and you have... needs. It doesn't help that the knight posted at your door was so fucking fine. You've been repressing yourself for far too long, and out of pure desperation, you don't care anymore.
Oh, but he cares.
He hears every moan and whimper, every shift of your body across the sheets, and he curses under his breath at the thought that it's your hands between your thighs and not his. He envisions you dragging your fingers across your puffy folds, the slick that spreads between them as you furiously rub your clit in a desperate search for release. His breath is heavy in his chest, and his armor is far, far too tight. You have created hell on earth for him, and you don't even know it. The poor, sweet princess with her fingers shoved in her pussy.. whining in frustration. He could do it so much better for you.
This routine goes on three nights in a row. Each night, Satoru bears the aching heat of hearing you. Come morning, he is released from his position, and the very second he is back in his quarters, he peels his armor off. He paws at the fabric of his tunic, hand gripped around his cock, thinking of all the delicious sounds you'd made all night. If only, IF ONLY it were him. He cums every time with the breath of your name on his lips.
Tonight, something is different. He's barely had any sleep, and the other members of the guard can be so incompetent. He can tell you feel it too as you stride towards your room with a furrow in your brow and your eyes towards the ground. You storm into the room, and he hears you through the door, tossing clothes around and brushing your hair with agitated vigor. The night progresses, and once again he begins to hear your sounds, but he can tell you're still frustrated. Your whines and whimpers turn into pitifully angry groans. They stir and abate as if you can't seem to get yourself all the way there. So close, yet he can tell you're trying again and again to no avail. After the long day and the lack of sleep- maybe he's delusional, but he holds his breath as he knocks on your door.
You nearly jump as you pull your night dress down and gather the sheets around you, sitting up in bed.
"May I help you?" You croak.
He chuckles to himself at the question. He should be the one asking that. He begins to have second thoughts but your voice is treacherously soft and he knows he's already to far gone.
"May I come in, princess?"
You swallow in anticipation and embarrassment as heat floods your cheeks. It was mortifying.. yes. However, you've been so very, very pent up. You've given up trying to keep yourself quiet. Perhaps you do want Satoru to hear. You couldn't help but notice him as he sparred with the younger knights on the castle grounds. Broad shoulders, large hands, and that hint of feminine charm that makes men unreasonably attractive. You bite your lip.
"Yes. You may."
The door opens with a soft *click* and Satoru steps in. You hold eye contact for almost a minute before he sighs and removes his sword from his belt, placing it against the door.
"Sir Gojo."
"Look, princess. I know what you do these nights." He taps on the wall. "These are paper-thin."
You look towards the ground, unable to hold his gaze as he moves toward the bed, stepping out of his armor until he's in a tunic and the loose pants that he wears underneath. Your eyes drift towards the noticeable problem he faces between his legs, now visible through the thin fabric, and you feel your mouth water.
"I can make you feel so good. Take care of you, give you what you need. I know you think about it. I think you want me to hear you. Want me thinking about that pussy. 'Bought how good you taste... How well you could take me."
Your eyes lift to meet his again, and he is inches away from you, standing at the foot of your bed with one knee on the mattress, the other still planted on the floor, as if he's waiting.
"Would you like that, princess? Would you like me to help you? Reach all those spots that you can't get?"
You nod shyly, drawing the sheets further around you.
"Fraid' I can't give you what you want until I hear you say it M'lady."
"Yes, Sir Go-"
"Saturo," He whispers.
Yes, Saturo.. please help me"
It comes out as a breath, barely a whisper. But that's all he needs. He's on the bed in an instant, hands coming to cup your face as his lips crash against yours. You allow the weight of the kiss to push you back into the pillows as he cages you with his body. He's so fucking big... I mean, he's a knight for a reason. His body completely covers yours, making you feel so fucking small. He takes hold of your wrists as he moves to place open-mouth kisses down your neck. He pauses to smile against your skin as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand and slides the other along your neck. He chuckles, and you feel puffs of breath against the wet skin, making you shiver.
"Feeling protected yet? You know what the king would do to me if he found me here?"
He moves to look directly at you and puts a finger to his lips.
"You're going to need to stay quiet for me princess. Quieter then you've been these past few nights."
You nod, rubbing your thighs together and wiggling in his grasp.
"I will, I promise.. just please.."
Tears prick your eyes with the desperation that weighs in your voice. Nights of unsuccessful attempts at taking care of yourself have you willing to do anything.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
He sits up, pulling his tunic over his head to reveal rippling muscles and a toned torso. His hands pull away the sheets you've gathered around yourself to see the disheveled state you're in, and he leans back to take it in. Lacy pink panties hang loose around your ankles. Your night gown is bunched up around your thighs, and he catches a glimpse of your pussy from beneath it. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is tousled, and tears prick your eyes. To think he'd ever see the princess in such a state.
"Aw, poor baby. You've been trying to get off all night, haven't ya? I'm sorry I left you waiting so long, sweet thing."
Fingers creep up your thighs, moving to take your nightgown off.
"I'm here now. Let me make it better.."
He savors each inch of skin that is revealed. Once you are bare in front of him, his hands trace your curves, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. He rubs your thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he moves your legs to sit around his waist. Leaning in, he whispers
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."
Calloused fingers cup your breasts as open-mouth kisses trail across your collarbone. You arch into his touch instinctively. His mouth draws its attention to your nipples, taking one into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it as he looks up at you through hooded eyes. He sucks and laves at the bud, coaxing soft noises out past your lips. Your hand goes to his hair, carding through the white strands and pulling his head back ever so slightly to get a better look at his face.
"Toru..." You whine.
Satoru mumbles something, squeezing your breasts together and taking both nipples between his teeth. Heat pools in your tummy as he works. You're growing impatient. You push his forehead away, and he groans in protest.
"Satoru. I've been trying for hours... I need it."
His lips tug into a smirk as he pulls away, trailing his fingers down your waist.
"Patience, your highness. I ought to go back out to that hallway and resume my post. But I'm here.. let me take my time on you."
His hands come back to cup your tits. "So soft."
You squirm against him, bucking your hips against the fabric of his pants, trying to find some sort of friction. He abandons your chest and moves his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your inner thighs. He trails his finger closer and closer, finding the inner crease of your thigh and stopping there. His eyes dart back to yours, unwavering.
"Can I taste you?"
You hesitantly nod. He moves back to lie on his chest, pulling your legs over his shoulders and finding a snug position between your thighs. His fingers press into your waist as his breath fans across your pussy lips. His eyes look up to yours again, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, before gluing themselves back to your dripping cunt. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you clench at nothing. Your body burns under his gaze. You screw your eyes shut in anticipation.
His tongue flattens itself against your pussy, licking a fat stripe up from your aching hole to your buzzing clit. You shudder at the unfamiliar sensation. One of his hands leaves your waist to intertwine his fingers with yours and clutch at your hand. He returns to your puffy, sad clit- sore from attempt after attempt to get yourself off, yet so deliciously sensitive. You can't seem to stop the moan that slips past your lips. Satoru mumbles something about being quiet into your cunt, but the vibrations only serve to draw more cries. His lips latch onto your clit as his free hand comes down to test your entrance. They circle once, twice... before one finds its way in.
He begins pumping his fingers inside you, curving them in a way that hits justttt righttt. Butterflies explode in your stomach, the long-awaited pleasure taking your breath away. His lips release your clit with a wet pop, and he grins.
"Feel good, baby? I fucking bet it does..."
His fingers hit a particular spot, and you have to cover your mouth to muffle the sound that leaves your body.
"Need you to cum for me. Can you do that?"
You hardly register the words, but you manage to repeat:
"Yesyesyesyes."
You chant the word over and over again like a mantra.
Your eyes squeeze shut once more as you anticipate the sensation pooling in your core.
"So close Toru' I need it!"
Satoru smiles against your cunt as he lowers his face to suckle at your clit again, the added stimulation pushing you towards the edge.
"I can't... fuckkkk! toru' I'm-"
Hands bury themselves in his hair as you reach your climax, thighs trapping him exactly where he wants to be. He removes his fingers, tongue lapping up your release and easing you down from your high. Your body trembles and you fall limp into the pillows, blissfully dazed.
He chuckles as he crawls up your body to plant a kiss on your lips, and you taste yourself on his tongue.
"You did so good for me, pretty girl."
Toru drags his face away from yours to slide down the fabric still left on his body. When his dick comes into view, you choke a bit.
"Ready for it?"
Your jaw hangs open ever so slightly, eyes wide.
"Toru, that's not going to fit in me."
He chuckles. The comment goes straight to his ego, despite how often he hears something similar. Every fair maiden wants to fuck a rugged knight. He knows it will fit. It always does.
"Yes it will pretty. Shhh, don't worry 'bout it. I promise I'll go slow for you. Gon' make you feel good."
His hands come up to caress your face before traveling down between your bodies. One hand rubs distracting circles against your clit as the other lines his leaky tip up with your twitching entrance. He kisses you on the cheek before directing you to keep your eyes on his. Those piercing blue eyes bore into you, clouding your mind. You muster all of your courage not to look down, but you can tell just from the tip tapping on your pussy that it's going to be a fucking stretch.
He nudges the tip inside, and you sound something ungodly as a cry is wretched from your throat. You burrow your face into his neck, holding him close as he continues to push inside of you bit by bit. He stops about midway.
"Fuck- *hah* You.. you ok baby? How you doin'? You wan me to stop here for a m-inute?"
His voice is breathy, and his chest is heaving. The stretch burns the slightest bit but it's overwhelmed by the pleasure spreading up inside of you. The thumb on your clit doesn't stop, and the idea of having him fully inside of you is becoming a necessity.
"No.. no please Satoru. Keep- keep going please."
"Need you to relax for me." *shit* He pants as he continues to push on. "It's ok baby, it's just me. It's just me."
You force yourself to relax as he pushes further towards your core. He finally bottoms out and just rests there with you for a moment, peppering kisses against your face as he adjusts your leg to allow a better angle.
"Is it ok for me to move?"
Your words die in your throat, and all you can offer is a desperate little nod. Lucky he's as desperate as you are, or he might've forced the words out of you, but he just sighs with a smirk and offers you an:
"All right then."
His hips pull out slowly, and you whine at the loss. He takes you in for a minute before thrusting back in - still slow. He continues like that, allowing you to adjust to his length before he picks up the pace. Gradually at first, until he's pushing your legs towards your shoulders, leaning in to grasp your hand as he hits a spot that makes you sob. Tears of relief streak down your face. Tears of finally getting fucked exactly the way you need. He coos at you as his hips slam against yours and laps the tears off of your cheeks, kissing you so you can taste the salt on his lips. The noise of skin against skin is wet and lewd, and Satoru's pace has become unrelenting. Through dizzying pleasure, worries of being caught prick the back of your mind. The thoughts are gone before they even surfaces as you submit yourself to the absolute force of nature that is Saturo Gojo.
"You're doing so good for me, baby. So fucking good. Yes, you are *fuck!* yes you are.”
His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he babbles praise into your ear. His hand returns again to your clit as he coerces you towards the edge once more.
“Ta-aking me so- so fucking good. Such a good fucking girl."
Your breathing quickens and your body tenses as you feel it brewing in your stomach. Your hands grip Satoru's back. Clawing their way across his skin. They hardly make a dent in the broad knight's skin. You mewl and whine as the tip hits a spongey spot inside of you that you didn't know existed. His thumb rubs furious figure eights into your cunt, and your eyes fly open, drawn to his.
"Toru' I'm close. I'm so c-close." you sob "wanna- wanna cum with you."
He grunts as he angles his hips.
"Oh, really?" He intends it to come out smug, but you can tell he's as far gone as you are.
"You wanna cum with me?"
He hits that spot again, and you choke out a whiney "Yes, Saturo, I need it- need it p-please ", his thumb on your clit, making your head fuzzy.
"F- fucking do it then. Don't run from i-it. Cum for me, pretty."
Your head tips back, and your lips part in a silent scream as you reach the brink. He leans down to roughly kiss you as the wave of release crashes over you. He moans into your mouth as he feels liquid pooling beneath you and running down the base of his dick, dripping down his balls.
"Holy shit, princess."
The sight of you squirting on him sends him over the edge, and his hips stutter as he pulls you into his body. He hums into the crook of your neck and his grip tightens. Thick ropes of cum fill your cunt, leaving a frothy ring around the base of his dick as he shallowly thrusts a few more times to ride out his high. He stays inside of you like that for a minute, panting. His eyes search your own as the aftershocks of both your realeases wash over you. Your face is molded into a hazy, fucked-out smile. Satoru grins, gently poking at your forehead.
"Should've been doing this since night one..."
He huffs as he pulls out, and you shiver at the loss. Your pussy drips with your mixed releases. He lies next to you on his side, propping his head up on one arm. You sigh and turn to face him. He sits studying your face for what seems forever as you regain your senses. Finally, after some time he teases:
"Were my... *services* as a knight well suited to your needs, your highness?"
You turn your face into the pillows to hide, the realization that you'd just allowed a knight to fuck you in your quarters rushing through your head.
"Satoru, this absolutely cannot get out." Your voice comes muffled through the pillows.
The knight chuckles.
"Don't worry, princess, I'm not the one who has a problem keeping their mouth shut."
You huff and throw a pillow in his general direction without looking. You hear a thud, and Satoru's laughing falters, so you assume success. He smiles softly at your buried face. He's already contemplating the next few nights at his station. If there really was an assassin loose, wouldn't the best way to protect you be staying as close as possible anyway?
"Return to your post, Sir Gojo. Before someone notices you're gone."
You hear Satoru shift, and a hand against the side of your cheek lifts your face from the pillows. Your flushed face burns against the cool air, and his expression grows smug as he recognizes the effect he has on you.
"As you wish, princess."
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Sir Saturo Gojo's list of duties spans on. He trains the younger knights, holds a post at the palace gates, escorts royal officials on their comings and goings, and guards the princess's door by night. His favorite duty on this list, however, comes to be keeping her royal highness' pussy stuffed full in the following nights. Slipping into her room as soon as he knows he won't be bothered. Letting their bodies collide as he urges her to keep quiet. This is the best way to protect the princess after all. How much closer can he be to her?
If anyone asks, he's defending her from a presumed ruthless assassin and definitely not from a rumor he made up in hopes of getting closer to her majesty.
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