#silay

One day, you decided to figure things out by yourself. After the estate went dark and the maids were asleep, you crept to his room.

He was sitting there on the tatami mat, elbow propped up on a kyōsoku. His gaze was fixated on a painting before him; he looked dazed and lost in thought. You had never seen it before. Was he the one who painted it? But he was such a joyful and charismatic person, how could he paint such a melancholic piece? In the painting, a man sat alone, his hands clasped together around his legs, looking tragically alone and lost. With a heavy heart, you stepped back from the cracked door, easing it quietly back into its frame.

There was definitely something wrong with him. He had everything you could possibly think of. Family? his two adorable girls. Wealth? He had it. Followers? numbers growing so fast every week that even you couldn't keep track anymore. You walked back to your room, deeply troubled. Your head was full of him. Well, it had been all about him since the day he cured the headache that plagued you every night. He was the savior to you and so many others. You could feel the familiar tension of a headache forming at the back of your neck. Sighing in defeat, you decided to sleep for the night. You could always overthink things in the morning.

Deep into the night, you felt the throbbing headache suddenly vanish. Your head felt lighter as sleep pulled you deeper into its arms. His distinct scent washed over you just as you felt something against your face, soft and tingling. Your face scrunched up, your hand flying up to swat it away. With his long hair smack to the side an amused chuckle echoed in your room, blessing the quiet night.

“My favorite monkey," he whispered, the sound so soft the wind could have carried it away. He gently pushed your already kicked-off blanket out of the way. His fingertips brushing up on your thighs savoring the softness of the flesh. “you owe me one.”

Slowly settling between your legs he took a moment to breathe in the sight of you. Your gown slipped up to your thighs exposing your legs for his view, one of the strap slipped down your shoulder, hair sprawled on the pillows. He had to suppress a groan forcing his way out. He took the initiative with spreading your legs further away to make himself more room between them. When he settled in as his heart desired his hand caressed up to your hips, dragging the fabric within his hands. Eyes following the way it pooled around your waist, he could help but lean down and press a kiss onto your stomach. Your skin was luring him in and he felt so helpless to fight.

So he gave in. His hands continued to move up but over your gown. His fingers caressed up your stomach, chest -taking his time- your arms and finally he pulled back planting them on your waist again. He couldn’t take the temptation of your skin anymore. His hips jerked into you in instinct, he couldn’t help it. Especially when there was just a pair of lace panties separating him from his sweet cunt. “Give it to me.” he breathed, skin flushed breath growing heavy. His cock twitched in his trousers, his tip already leaking just from feeling your heat against it. Geto used his hands on your waist to move your hips against him. Every drag, every friction feeding his hunger further. He ached to be inside you. The mere thought of your velvety walls clamping around him send shivers down his spine. He threw his head back when you stirred and moaned in your sleep.

You could feel it too, right? You were feeling good with him. You enjoyed his cock. You loved all of him, right? If not why would you be his follower. Suguru couldn’t stop his hips from moving against your core. The front of his pants soaked with your juices and his pre-cum already, there was no way to stop now.

“My dear…” he leaned down and whispered into your ear. “You have me ruined, and yet you don’t even show the slightest courtesy to simply open your eyes.” he continued humping helplessly against you. He wanted you awake. He needed you eyes on him. The thought of your teary eyes watching him as he fucked you snapped something in him. His thrust became more frantic, he wanted to feel you bare but he was too lost to free his cock from his trousers.

“Suguruuu~” a broken whimper made him pull his head back and lock eyes with you. Your thighs pressed together with need and Suguru stopped moving, but his broad frame between them kept them apart. You soon come to the realization of the situation. Geto Suguru himself was between your legs looking down at you with his hair slicked against his forehead and draped over his shoulders. His purple eyes scanning your expression as you gained more awareness of your surroundings. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your cunt.

A panicked moan left your lips. You have never felt such thing. It was hot, hard and undeniably big. Your hands grabbed his forearms in a panic. What should you do? Scream, kick, give up or just take it? Before you even opened your mouth to speak Suguru rolled his hips against yours, his tip catching your clit. It hit you like a lightning, your eyes rolling back hands squeezing his arms. Suguru dropped his head against your forehead, he held back despite his torturous need for relief. “My dear.” he purred against your open lips, his hips continued in slow drags. “Do you feel good? I can feel you soaking my cock even through this fabrics.”

Your whole body trembled underneath him, it was all too much. “Feels so good.” your whisper reached his ears and his hips pressed down firmly against your soaked cunt. “Oh yeah? i couldn’t tell.” he let out a low chuckle at how wet you were, mocking you. The melody went straight to your cunt, your poor hole clenching around nothing. It drove him insane that you called his name even before opening your eyes just moments ago. With you whimpering and trembling underneath him he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Are you close, dearest?” his voice grew nerdier just like his hips. You could only nod before the knot under your stomach snapped and you come with a sob. “That’s it, gorgeous~ Give it all to me…” Whole cells in your body chanting his name, worshipping him in their own ways as your nails dug into his arms, both to ground yourself and try to seep under his skin. The feeling of your nails cutting his arms, making him bleed under your fingertips tilted him towards the edge. He groaned your name like a slur and a prayer as he came. His hair caging around your heads, leaving only him in your view, his purple eyes heavy on yours. “Such a good girl.” Suguru purred into your lips, panting. Then he placed a kiss on your lips, stealing the breath you were supposed to take at the moment. “Now tell me,” he pulled away then pulled you up with him. His back hit the headboard with you on his lap, you could feel the wetness between your bodies and it made it harder to focus. Especially with the thing starting to harden under your weight. “why were you spying on my room?”

UGHHHH I LOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN SO MUCH U DONT GET IT

lmk if u liked it and here is the painting i mentioned: