Geto, your childhood best friend is in town. he finds out you’re sick and doesn’t waste a second to come visit you. he takes care of you, not knowing that you feel the same way he does. you both have been yearning for each other since you were kids. all he wants is to touch you. when there is one bed, but you’re still in need of his comfort, he takes the floor out of respect. but will he actually be able to contain his desires when you are in dire need of comfort?
content - this post contains explicit smut, angst, and also fluff. MDNI!
it’s pouring outside, the sound of droplets scattering across your window. the layered, linen sheets are thrown off of you due to the excessive heat you feel throughout your body. you have been rotting in bed for the past 13 hours of the day, not feeling an ounce of hope for getting better anytime soon. you feel drowsy from all the medication you have taken because you are just so impatient when it comes to being ill. your clothing slowly rides up your body, exposing your stomach.
your phone flashes on your nightstand, making you puff out in annoyance. your reach for it, glancing at who is bothering you while you are on the verge of dying. your nightstand is full of used tissues, making the scenery look just as futile as you felt.
“Hey y/n, your mom told me you were sick. i’m on my way with soup and to check up on you.” the message read.
Geto? your childhood best friend? he was in town?
you haven’t seen Geto in over 7 months, due to both of you guys being so busy. a part of you diddnt want him to see you like this — a mess who is sniffling up all the oxygen in your apartment.
you have had a secret crush on him since you were 7. you would always dismiss these feelings, as you felt as if he could never have a crush on someone like you.
before you could get up and put yourself somewhat together before he came, you could hear the front door knob twisting. the door is pushed gently, making a creaking sound. you quickly throw away the swarm of tissues on your nightstand into the garbage can near your bed that was there incase you throw up. you dive back into bed, pulling the sheets over your body, hiding the sweat and your half naked body under them.
Geto knocks before entering, seeing you spread across your bed, having no intentions of leaving the comfort of your bed anytime soon.
a takeout bag is held in Geto’s hand, containing soup and Motrin to get rid of your fever. your eyes are watery and burning, making them red. a stream of tears fall down your cheek before he makes his way to your side of the bed. the back of his hand rests on your forehead, testing your temperature.
“you have a fever. have you been outside in the rain?” he questioned.
“yeah…. i had to take out the trash and run some errands yesterday. i started to feel like shit just this morning.” you sniffled.
his hand reaches for the corner end of your eye, wiping away the steaming hot tear, gently dragging his hand down until it wiped the stream off your face, ending near your neck. his hand retracts back to his side, looking at you with sympathetic eyes.
“i would always tell you when we were younger for you to wear a jacket when going out in the rain or you would get sick. you were always such a stubborn kid” he shakes his head, “and you still are now.”
“now’s not the time for a lecture geto, i’m going to die and your last words to me are going to be this?” you retort.
a chuckle leaves geto, making his run his hand through your hair.
“no, of course not. i brought you soup and some motrin to get rid of your fever. i’ll put them in the kitchen for you.” he soothes before giving you a warm smile and walking out.
you rip the scorching sheets off of you, sighing. a part of you feels fluttered at how much he cares. you get up to find a fitted top in your closet — because i mean your best friend is home, you can’t walk around half naked.
you make your way to the kitchen, seeing geto heating up your soup on the stove. he took off his jacket, hanging it on the chair near the door. his hair was flared across his shoulders, partially wet from the rain.
your cheeks start to heat up in vulnerability, after not seeing him after such a long time. he looked different. he has a charismatic tone to himself, making him appeal more seducing, yet more comfortable to be around. he’s your best friend though, you can’t really express your love for him. can you?
“you don’t have to heat it up for me, i can do that myself. i know your supposed to be somewhere.” you cough up.
“i know, but i want to. i took today off of work so i can look after you.” he consoled.
your face creeped up with redness, completely painting your face with revelation. he glanced back at you, seeing you holding in a cheeky smile.
“sit down, the soup is ready. when you’re done, there’s motrin in the bag….. it’ll help you with your fever.” he cooed in a soft spoken manner.
you pulled out your dinning table chair and sat down. Geto pulled out a ceramic bowl out of one of your cabinets. the soup was still steaming as he poured it into the bowl, steam still coming out of the pot. he grabbed one of the plastic spoons that came with the soup from the bag and placed it gently into the bowl containing the soup. he walked towards you, placing the bowl in front of you, pushing the Motrin bottle closer to your reach.
you were so withered and half dead that you could barely feed yourself. you planned on just giving up and downing a water bottle with 2 pills of motrin and heading back to rot in bed while Geto leaves.
but Geto was not gunna let that happen.
he notices how fatigued you were. he picks up the plastic spoon, guiding it near your mouth with his hand cupped under the spoon.
“eat. i know you didn’t have anything today. either way, you have to eat something so the pills can kick in.” he insisted.
you sigh and open your mouth, accepting the spoonful of chicken-noodle soup. it takes you a while to finish the whole bowl, finally having a satisfied stomach. Geto slides an open bottle of water, pointing to the fever pills. you swallow 2 pills, following it with gulps of water.
by the time the kitchen is cleaned up and you are back in your bedroom, it’s past 11 PM.
it’s too late for you to shower, so you just change. Geto is still cleaning up the kitchen, giving you enough time to change before he barges in.
or that’s what you thought.
you switch your pajama pants into something more breathable. you slide on a pair of cashmere shorts. you lace your fingers through the hem of your shirt, gliding it off over your head as you sigh from tiredness. you decide to also change you bra since you have been sweating in it all day. you reach into your drawer, picking out a breathable lace, short-cut bra. as you start taking off the one your wearing, pulling the straps off and unclasping the G-hooks, Geto walks in unannounced.
“i finished cleaning up the kitche-“
he stops in his tracks, unable to speak, nor breathe.
you let out a blaring gasp, turning around. but it was already too late. your under breast’s were visible and your bra was covering almost nothing, only the necessities.
“shit — i’m sorry…. i diddnt mean to…. imma leave.” he mumbles incoherently while shutting the door.
you quickly rip your shirt off the bed, putting it on. you open the bedroom door, following him towards the apartment door. he put on his jacket and started to open the door before you lunged at him, pulling him by his sleeve.
“no.. please stay Geto. i know it was an accident. it diddnt bother me as much as it bothered you.” you quickly stammer.
he turns around, making eye contact with you, eyes visibly holding embarrassment and guilt. his expressions shift as you finish talking. his eyes widen, surprised that he diddnt surpass a boundary.
“… are you sure?” he questioned, still red from when he walked in on your bare back, making his stomach turn in yearness.
“.. i’m positive. i still need you.” you mumble before turning you head away in embarrassment.
you hear a slight sigh escape his lips from ease. it left like something was lifted off his shoulders when he knew that he diddnt make you feel uncomfortable.
you finally let go of his sleeve. you guys stay silent, staring at each other for a couple of seconds before he breaks the silence.
“i’ll take your bedroom floor… i would sleep in the living room, but im worried if you might need me. ill give you some time to change…again, sorry for barging in without knocking.”
“it’s fine. that plan sounds good to me.” you utter before turning around and pacing to your bedroom.
as he takes off his shoes and his jacket off, you close the bedroom door, taking off your shirt to slip on your bra. he sits on the couch, manspreading as he waits for you.
you soon open the door, welcoming him in. he walking in analyzing your bedroom. you lay out a couple of blankets, stacking them on top of each other to form a semi-comfortable mattress for geto to lay in.
“y’know, you can just lay in bed with me.” you mentioned.
Geto’s face creeped up with blush as he itched the back of his neck. “no, it’s ok…. i’ll just take the ground. i’ll be gone early in the morning anyways.”
‘fuck, how could i miss an opportunity like this. i’m so stupid’ is all that’s repeating in his head.
you nod and crawl into bed. he soon follows by laying on the floor, pulling the pillow you placed towards his head. you both say your ‘good nights’ and turn the other way. it’s obvious that there is tension in the air. it’s like you both wanted to say something, but were worried you would mess up the friendship. you always thought this since you were 13.
you flick off the night lamp and sigh. this was an opportunity wasted. because you were both shy.
it’s been hours of you tossing and turning with no signs of tiredness. it’s like as soon as Geto entered the room, your sleepiness was tossed out the window. your fever has cooled down a bit, yet still scorching. the sheets are jumbled at the corner of the bed from throwing them off of yourself.
as for Geto, he is sound asleep. his nose whistles can be heard if you listen attentively.
you peep over the side of your bed to check up on him, noticing his chest heaving.
was he having a bad dream?
you hesitate as first, but slowly get up and lay next to him. there is barely any room, but it felt better than sleeping all by yourself while sick.
you always tended to be clingy while sick. the feeling of someone taking care of you and looking after you while you were brittle and weak, would always make your heart flutter. especially when it would be your childhood best friend Geto.
he suddenly wakes up from a sharp inhale. you get startled, turning towards him.
“geto… are you okay? you have been tossing and heaving in your sleep…” you mumble, barely over a whisper.
he sighs, seeing you next to him.
“yeah…. just a bad dream. did i wake you up?” he murmurs.
you support your head with your hand, having your elbow on the floor.
“no i’ve been awake. i couldn’t sleep… my whole body feels sore.” you whine.
he suddenly pulls you in, arms enwrapping around your waist. you let out a gasp, shocked at his sudden change in demeanor.
his thumb caresses up and down your naked hip, making you shiver. after a couple seconds of confusion, you melt into his touch, folding your arms behind his neck. he groans into your neck, untensing his shoulders. you grippen your hold on him, feeling the tension drift away in the wind from the open window.
his hand slowly comes up to your forehead, testing it.
“tch…. your still steaming.” he mumbles under his breath, tone still laced with sleepiness.
he flips you on top of him, hand coming up to your back, slipping under your shirt. his cold hands run up and down your back, calming down your fever.
i mean he’s also calming himself down from his nightmare. you were an anchor for his anxiety since he was a kid. whenever he felt overwhelmed or noticed his anxiety spike, he would run over to you, reaching for your bracelet to fidget with.
you adjust yourself on him, repositioning your legs to intertwine with his. your arms get lost in his jet black hair, combing through his locks.
you feel his hips buck up slightly, making your eyes widen. you felt hardness grow under you.
you decide to tease him by rocking your hips slightly. you hear a groan escape him lips, making his hold you tighter.
“stop doing that.” he demands.
“doing what?” you respond teasingly.
he goes silent, trying to reclaim his dignity.
his hands suddenly stop at your ass, pushing you down on him. you let out a whimper, making your eyes widen. a part of you still felt ill, barely able to even stand up.
tension started to grow again, thicker this time. it felt awkward knowing you both wanted each other, just too shy to make the first move.
he immediately leans forward, head lifting from the pillow.
you are now flipped onto your back with him half on top of you, deepening the kiss he has craved from you since you were kids.
things escalate quickly. his knee parts your legs from under him, making room for his knees to enter in between your thighs.
your hips buck up, chasing for his touch.
it seems like he is holding back. his touch with you isn’t rough, nor at a neutral pace. he is taking things slow. your hands run through his hair, grabbing a handful. a mumbled moan seeps out of your lips, causing you to cover your mouth. He moves your hand away, nodding slightly in disapproval.
he lifts your shirt up exposing your stomach. he starts peppering kisses from your navel to the curve between your breast and ribs. you feel like your heart is going to thump out of your chest.
tears start to stream down your face out of longing, yet not being able to fulfill it from how withered you were. your arms wrap around his back, caging him in, hiding your face.
obviously he notices your change in demeanor and freezes.
“hey, i’m right here. you’re okay. i’m not going to force anything on you.” he reassured.
“i know, it’s just… my whole body feels numb and everything hurts.” you whimper, showing visible signs that you were frail, yet still wanted him.
“i’ve always wanted you Geto, and i want you now……my body’s just numb from all those pills i took.”
Geto curls into you, stroking your back. he knows that you deeply do want him the same way he has craved you, you’re just sick and he has to be gentle.
“i’ve got you my love, i promise i won’t be rough. let me know if anything hurts…. please.”
your arms are wrapped around his neck while your face is buried in his neck. he reeks of Tom Ford and a slight linger of fabric softener. his touch feels like home, something you have been reaching for since you have first met him.
you are now on top of him, resting on his chest as he gradually moves down to your shorts.
you mutter something incoherent, not enough for Geto to know you are comfortable.
and that was more than enough for him to reach into your shorts and circle around your clothed clit. his fingers pressed gently into your clit, causing you to arch on top of him. his calloused hands felt cold, yet like they belonged in between your legs.
his arm retracted from your shorts, making a ‘snap!’ sound as they exited. he now used both hands to pull your shorts down, leaving you in your cotton panties.
there was a visible wet mark on top of your clit. due to your limbs being so flimsy, you were turned on from the slightest things. having someone be so gentle with you, yet so eager to feel you, did something to you.
he tugged your panties to the side, letting a waft of cold air hit your pussy. his fingers ever so slightly started to tease your entrance, relishing in your wetness. his fingers slid in smoothly, having you whimpering.
“shh~ it’s okay…. you’re okay.” he reassured into your ear. you could feel his hot breath tingling your eardrums from how turned on you were from his voice.
his fingers started to pump in and out of you in a rhythmic motion, savoring all the noises that came out of you. your fingers gripped on his shoulder, feeling overwhelmed. your legs started to feel like jelly and there was a sensation in your stomach that you couldn’t explain.
as you were cherishing how his fingers felt around your tight walls, he abruptly curled his fingers, making your back start squirming. he started initiating kisses all over your cheek and neck while your face was buried deep into his collarbone.
you could feel how restrained his cock was in his pants from his bulge against the base of your pussy. as much as he tried to contain his groans, they were just unstoppable. his breathing started to get visibly heavy.
“mphhn~ my love, your driving me crazy..”
your legs started to shake uncontrollably and your walls started to clench vigorously around his 2 fingers. you were so overstimulated from the feeling of the stretch, your jelly-like legs, his bulge underneath you, and the fever starting to creep up again. the whole room starting to fill with the smell of your arousal and the scent of rain from earlier.
“let- fuckkk… let go for me sweetheart.” he uttered, barely even able to speak.
with no hesitation, you started to gush out with cum, coating his fingers and the outer part of your pussy completely. your moans and whimpers started to get louder, unable to be contained.
as you started to calm down from your climax and muffle random sounds into Geto’s neck, he turned you around slowly, laying you on you back with a pillow supporting your lower back. he removed your shirt, throwing it across the room. your bra was pulled down until your perky tits bounced out of the cups. your nipple was hard and hurt badly from soreness.
he started at your mouth, indulging in the taste of your lips. his tongue slipped through the crack in your lips, swirling around your hot mouth. he tasted like sweetened coffee and mints, leaving a tangy taste in your mouth.
you were both a mess. his wet tongue kept on lapping around your mouth while your hands roamed the waistband of his pants. you were both so eager for each other. his mouth moved down to your neck, licking a wet, bitter stripe down your jaw. he started suckling on your neck a couple of times before reaching the roundness of your tit.
his mouth latched onto your nipple, having you moan. “ mnghh~ it’s.. it’s too much.”
the sensitivity of your tits we’re at its peak. any sense of pleasure would have you cycle into a whole mess.
the saltiness of your nipple made geto feel eccentric. he diddnt last long on teasing you and prepping you before he actually got to fucking you. he just couldn’t contain his eagerness.
he unlatched from your nipple, leaving a string of saliva connecting you to each other before it snapped. he licked his lips and pulled down your panties gently, still being considerate of the fact that you were sick and vulnerable.
he reached into his sweats and sprung out his cock — currently leaking with precum. the tip was shiny, with a slight pinkish undertone.
he let out a sigh he diddnt even know he was holding. he couldn’t believe that after years and years of yearning for the woman of his dreams, he finally had her right where he wanted.
he aligned his tip with your entrance, nudging at your outer walls. he slowly sinks into you, only having his tip fully inside you. you whip your head back, already feeling a slight burn from the contrast of his size and your walls.
“my poor girl, i know it’s gunna hurt. i’m sorry.” he soothes.
“it’s- it’s okay… i’m fine.. k-keep going.” you wheep.
he sinks into you further, having half his cock inside of your warm walls. due to your fever, you felt much warmer than average. and might i say tighter.
“ngh~ you’re so warm, and tight around me…. ahhhghh~”
your eyes start to shine from tearing up, soon having a stream of tears wash down your face. the burn felt so good — the feeling of being stretched out.
“you can take it, i know you can.” he soothes while kissing your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
he pushes in the last of his inches, having himself buried inside you until his tip nudged your cervix. you let out another whimper, biting on your lower lip to contain muffled moans.
“you’re doing amazing. that’s it, just breathe princess.” he praises.
everything felt like a jumble of pain, yet it was slowly going away, being replaced with pleasure. he started to rock in and out of you, chasing his desires of making you feel good.
you were basically starting to drown in his pleasure, making you short circuit. you wanted to tell him how good he felt, but you just couldn’t. you were so over stimulated that you couldn’t piece words together.
“mphh~ i- i can’t… you f-feel so so good… nghh~” you mumble.
his trusts become harder, using more of his force on you. he was still cautious of your body, not wanting to surpass a line he knew you couldn’t handle.
your hands snake around his neck, pulling him on top of you. your chests were touching, sweat starting to mix in the air with the smell of your arousals. your eyes would flutter shut every time he would thrust into you. there was a coil in your stomach that was so coiled up, it was seconds away from breaking.
“i know baby, i know. you’re taking me so well.” he assures.
his words pushed you off the edge, making you reach your climax. you legs wrapped around his torso, squeezing it will all the power you had left in you — which was nothing.
on the other hand, all that merged were soft, incoherent stammers and the sound of his breath hitching. he saw the way your eyes drifted behind your eyes, signaling to him that you were close.
he topped and picked up his pace, chasing his pleasure as well. the way your muscles clenched around his cock made him start to cum all over you.
your eyes clamped shut, having your whole body start to shake uncontrollably while he collapsed on top of you, finally exhailing.
there was a moment of serenity. the room was filled with an overwhelming amount of scents, mostly of rain and arousal, and partially sweat.
his head was resting on your collarbone while his chest was flush on top of yours. his breathing has become stabilized, finally able to lift his head and look at you.
there were dried up tears on your face, with your eyes starting to water again, overwhelmed over what had just happened. never in a million years would of you expected your childhood best friend to feel the same way for you.
his faced was covered with worry as he looked at you.
“no,no… baby.. i’m sorry i got carried away.”
he diddnt wait for a verbal answer before he started to shower your face with kisses. your cheek, the corner of your eye, the tip of your nose, and your soft, rosey lips.
“talk to me sweetheart.” he murmured, caressing the dip in your waist before turning over and enwrapping you with his arms, having you rest on his chest. his checked your temperature to see if you were okay and cupped the back of your head.
you started to feel sleepy so you yawned into his chest while he pulled the blanket over you. all the tension in the room has drifted away with the scent of sex. now it was just you and him, skin to skin.
“is my baby tired? mhm?” he coos into your hair, stroking through your luscious locks.
“go to sleep my love, i’m here for you. i’ll clean you up in the morning before i make my sick baby some breakfast.” he reassured before leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead.
and so you did, slowly dozing down off on top of Geto as he soon followed, resting his chin on top of your head.
a/n: i have so many ideas omg. i just need to finish finals and i will be so locked in. i miss writing daddy toji and nanami. anyway i lovedddd writing this, hopefully you guys loved it too :)
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