#daddy geto

You’ve been asleep in the back of the rental for over two hours since the drive up from the city. You and your brother packed your luggage up the night before to get a head start. This morning, at the ass crack of dawn, you piled into the rental and picked your friends up from the train station that were all attend this weekend trip for the holidays. It was their tradition and this time around, you were asked to join. 

Probably because you’re nursing a wicked broken heart right before Christmas.

You sleepily moan, lifting your head up out of someone’s very warm, comfortable, muscular lap. When you look up, you’re horrified to see that it’s your brother’s very hot best friend. The very man who invited you on this trip because your brother told him all your business. His violet eyes smile at you the same way his lips do. So soft, supple, and adorned with a lip ring dangling from his bottom lip. 

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, immediately scrambling off him. You have no idea how you fell asleep on him of all people since Shoko, your girlfriend and Geto’s PR agent, is sitting right beside you, sandwiching you between herself and Geto in the backseat. 

“S’cool, don’t worry,” Geto chuckles, easy-going and laidback as usual. “Welcome to the land of the living.” He gives you a joking smile that makes your face grow hot and you feel like you’re baking under your Burberry coat and sweater now. Damn him and those eyes. That smile. That stupidly handsome face and attractive personality. 

Your brother laughs from the driver’s seat, hands flexing on the wheel. “Yeah, we thought you were dead for a minute there, sis,” he says, looking at you in the rearview mirror. “What’s up? You pregnant or somethin’?” 

“Man, shut up,” you groan, kicking his seat with your Ugg boot. 

“Hey, whoa, whoa!” Gojo, your other mutual friend and Geto’s teammate, exclaims from the passenger’s seat, chomping away on a bag of chips. “Ain’t this a rental? You tryin’ to make your brother pay extra for damages?” 

“We all chipped in for the car, dickhead,” Shoko huffs next to you, frantically chewing on her gum to avoid pulling out a cigarette. “And you’re the one to talk. Weren’t you the one who almost scratched up the paint job ‘cause you kept puttin’ your suitcase in wrong?” 

Gojo, looking like he’s about to rob the North Pole in his white beanie, turns to glare at Shoko while you, your brother, and Geto laugh. “At least I helped,” he growls. “All you did was hop in the backseat while I dealt with your stupid Hello Kitty luggage.” 

“To figure out why the heater wasn’t working!” Shoko argues. “I know my way around car mechanics, Gojo. You don’t.” 

Before Gojo can shoot something back, Geto gives a small whistle, making the two stop their arguing. “Alright, kids, settle down,” he says in his silky, smooth voice. “Let’s wait till we get to the cabin; then you two can kill each other.” Gojo, this crazy motherfucker, actually cheers while Shoko gives him the finger, her nail sharp and painted black. She got them done specifically for this trip. 

You got yours done too: almond shaped and a pale pink color to match the pretty pink sweater you bought along with you. You can’t even think about wearing that or any of your cute winter outfits to go skiing, sleighing, clubbing, or shopping in the cute wintery town ten minutes away from your Air BNB. Your brother specifically picked this town because of its hot spots for tourists: bars, clubs, boutiques, shops, restaurants, and all the sightseeing your little heart and IG stories could ask for. 

But while he excitedly whoops in the driver’s seat, you just slump in the backseat, trying to muster up some fake happiness to keep everyone’s concerns at bay. “A Christmas trip full of good friends, skiing, hot girls, and no kids,” your brother happily sighs. “This is definitely what Christmas is all about. Is everybody excited?!” 

Everyone cheers and howls in the car as your brother cranks up the radio playing nothing but Christmas music. You manage to giggle when he looks back at you and dances to Jackson 5’s “Frosty the Snowman”. “I can’t hear you!” he bellows, right at you. “Is everybody—” 

THWACK! 

You yelp at the sudden noise outside of Geto’s window, instinctively clutching his arm. “Jesus!” you gasp. Your brother’s bestie immediately hugs you to him, staring wide-eyed at the window and then at your brother. “What the hell was that?” he demands. “Did you hit something?” 

Your brother tsks, driving even slower than he was before. “Nah, it was just a branch.” He comes to a stop and rolls down his window, leaning out to check Geto’s side of the car. “Phew, I thought it scratched the window up. Damn long ass branches.” He glares up at the leafless, spindly trees framing the road leading up to the gate, each branch coated in snow. 

You are still frazzled when Geto turns to check up on you, his eyes soft and concerned. 

“You good?” he murmurs. He’s so close that you can smell the mint gum on his breath and the cologne staining his waist coat. Even through the wool fabric of his sleeve, you can feel his hard bicep, big and toned from years of training for football. “Y-Yeah, m’fine,” you mutter, instantly releasing him and feeling like a slut. You feel your face grow hot and try to laugh to ease the tension. “Even at my big age, loud noises still scare me. Lame, right?” 

But he shakes his head, being sweet and supportive as he usually is. The way your ex-boyfriend used to be. “Nah, it was scary. I was so sure he hit a deer or a mountain lion or—”

“A mountain lion?” you parrot, gaping at him. “Those are up here?” He nods, looking dead serious. “Yetis too,” he replies, a teasing little smirk playing at his lips. Even though he has gotten older and his features have changed,-longer hair, more piercings, tattoos inking his neck-he still has that boyish smile that you’ve always found so endearing. And attractive. 

“Jerk,” you scoff, your lips stretching into a smile. “Always teasing me.” He shrugs, tossing an arm back over the seats so it drapes behind your head. “Always will. Shit, I’m practically your big brother.” 

You’ve known Geto for a long time, ever since your high school days. He was in the same classes as your brother and they became fast friends overnight. Geto was just as popular as your brother with his tallness, silky, black hair, handsome face, quiet yet attractive attitude and personality, and, of course, the fact that he was the school’s star football player. He went on to become a huge athlete, playing for your city’s football team, but he still makes time for your brother and cleared his schedule for this trip.

You will admit that you had a big crush on him then as most girls did, but as time went on, you dated other people and so did he. Plus, you never had a chance with him. You were always the nerdy girl with glasses and braces compared to the other girls in your school who wore lipgloss, carried purses to school, and walked around in mini skirts. 

You never had the guts to do any of that and never had much confidence. But still, Geto was always kind to you, protecting you from bullies and sitting with you at lunch if he ever saw you in between choir practice and running track. 

And then, years later, you met the love of your life…or ex-love of your life now. Ex-boyfriend, ex-partner, ex-everything. Even your ex-to-be-fiancé. You met him on Tinder funny enough and what was supposed to be a simple hookup turned into a full on date when he invited you out for drinks. After four years of dating, he decided to break it off with you last year on Christmas Eve with a phone call because he was too pussy to tell you to your face. 

What was once a time of joy and excitement over hot chocolate, gifts, decorating, and movie marathons turned into a time of hopelessness, sadness, and regret. The breakup itself hurt you, but what tore you up is what he said. Those painful words still ring in your head, making you numb as your brother rolls up the hill where the little gated community of Air BNB cabins are. 

The trees are bare, except for a few pine trees sprinkled here and there, and the ground is coated in fluffy, white snow. Perfect for sleighing, skiing, and taking snowy walks in the morning. You hope that your depression doesn’t kick your ass hard enough to not do anything on this trip. You promised yourself that you’d try to have fun and push away the horrible memory of your breakup. 

That was last Christmas. This Christmas, things will be different. You have to believe they will. Surrounded by good friends and family, you have to believe that things will be better. 

Your brother parks in the driveway near the side garage attached to your rented cabin. The neighbors are about five feet away, so there is an equal balance of privacy and community. You stare up at the beautiful log cabin when you exit the car, admiring its decor. “Daaaamn, would you look at this place?” your brother gasps. “It’s got a hot tub too! We’re gonna have a ball in here!” 

“I get first dibs on the bedrooms!” Gojo shouts, heading for the door. Geto jumps out of the car and whistles, stopping his friend. “Ah-ah, hang on,” he calls. “Not without your luggage.” He pops open the trunk and grunts when he grabs Gojo’s blue suitcase with his own face plastered on the front. Dumbass. "What’d you pack, Satoru? Your entire bedroom?” he scoffs. 

Gojo glares at him as he comes skipping down the steps and grabs his suitcase, taking Shoko’s too. “Nothin’ you need to know about. Just know I’m gonna be sleepin’ good tonight with my electric blanket.” He gives Geto a grin before walking off with his and Shoko’s suitcases, whistling a Christmas song as he does. 

You come around the back to the open trunk with your tote bag, shivering from the frigid cold. Even in your puffy coat, you can feel it penetrating your bones. After you slap on your beanie, you wait till Geto grabs his suitcase to get yours, grunting as you drag it out of the trunk. Geto watches, smirking slightly. “You need help with that, little miss?” he asks, putting on a horrible country accent. 

You roll your eyes, crookedly smiling at him. “Suguru, I’m fine. I’m not gonna break.” But he helps you anyway, gritting his teeth as he helps you lower it to the ground. “Jesus, and I thought Satoru was bad at packing. What’s in here?” You kick at his ankle, earning a mock-offended look from him. “Nothin’ you need to know,” you shoot back. “You don’t ask a girl what she packs in her suitcase.” 

“Not unless you wanna find her vibrator in there,” Shoko adds as she jumps out the car. “Or maybe that’s just me.” Your brother stares at her wide-eyed and pretends to throw up. “Ew! Now you gotta sleep in the shack, you nasty!” She gives him the finger, hoisting her Alo bag over her shoulder as she walks into the house. 

You go to take your suitcase, but Geto wheels it away from you. “I’ve got it,” he gently but firmly says. “You focus on the rest of your stuff and the gifts. Leave the suitcases to me.” You feel your body grow hot in your coat as if you’re baking, unsure of why this little act is getting you so worked up. “Thank you,” you murmur, suddenly unable to breathe. 

You don’t know when exactly you started feeling so odd around Geto; you just know one day, he thought he was hot. 

Maybe it was one day while watching him on TV at a game and how good he looked in his uniform. 

Maybe it was when he came over one day and purposely lost to Mario Kart for you. 

Maybe it was the way he cuddled with your cat, gently rubbing her butt when she so rudely asked for it by putting it in his face. 

Whatever it was, it definitely made you look at him different and keep your distance. At the time when it started—maybe two years ago—, you were still seeing your ex but also having relationship problems. You thought he was embarrassed by your job as a writer and he felt like you resented him for his position as an attorney. Not to mention that it had been two years of dating and he hadn’t introduced you to his parents. 

That should’ve been a red flag, but it wasn’t at the time. You were wearing rose-colored glasses. 

Suddenly, the thoughts are silenced when the car beeps, locking. Your brother pockets the keys to his Range Rover and shoves his hands into his leather jacket, smiling at you. “Soooo,” your bro pushes. “What’dya think, sis? I did good, right?” You smile, wrapping an arm around his shoulders the same way he does you. “You did perfect, bro. It’s beautiful.” 

You put on a smile for him, trying to act excited about the hot tub on the side deck, the game room, the home theatre, the gorgeous kitchen and stocked fridge, the five bedrooms, and the grand fireplace in the living room where you can curl up and rest. But all you feel is a numbness that stops you from feeling any amount of joy or anticipation for this trip. 

“So whatcha got planned, huh?” your brother asks, your footsteps crunching together in the snow as you walk towards the cabin. “I know Shoko said you and her wanted to go shopping at some point before we head home on Monday. You mentioned the sauna too, right? And there’s a club that we should—” 

“Bro,” you interrupt, laughing and gripping his shoulders as you turn to face him. “It’s okay! You don’t have to ask me what I’m doing and make plans to keep me busy. I’m not gonna slit my wrists.” 

He frowns, sighing to himself, looking downtrodden. “I know,” he huffs. “It’s just…I want this to be a good trip for you. And it will be! Don’t you worry, sissy!” 

You roll your eyes, cringing at the nickname he’s given you since you were in middle school. “You know I hate that name,” you groan. He gives you a big ass, shit-eating grin, squeezing you into a sweaty hug. “I know. That’s why I say it.” “But seriously, after this trip, you’ll feel much better. All you need is some good dick to take your mind off that asshole.” 

“Ew, bro!” you scoff, shoving him off of you as he laughs. “You’re not supposed to talk about your little sister getting dicked down. Shouldn’t you be against that?” 

He tsks, craning his neck at you. “Listen, if it’ll turn that frown upside down, I’ll go find the dick for you. Just don’t do it with anyone you know ‘cause that turns messy.” You snort at this because of course, he’d know all about that. Your brother never was a committed guy, but he always wanted that for you. 

“You’re disgusting,” you giggle as you two finally get inside the warm cabin with its rustic decor and beautifully-decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room. “Just get a fire going for me. I’m gonna go unpack.” You trudge to the back bedroom where Geto is already inside, placing your suitcase on your bed. “Shoko chose this one for you,” he explains. “She’s in the bathroom.” 

He nods at the bathroom located on the other side of the room where your walk-in closet is. The room comes with two twin-sized beds, a flat screen, and a sliding door that leads right outside to the snow. You talked to Shoko beforehand about taking this room to bunk in with each other while the guys will be upstairs, leaving one extra bedroom empty. 

“Thanks, Suguru, I really appreciate it.” You manage to give him a real smile as you place your tote bag down on your chosen bed. He nods, still dressed in his waist coat. “Sure thing, sweetie.” 

You ignore the way your body tingles at the mention of yet another sweet name uttered from his lips. He’s always called you little pet names like that. You’ve always either found them cute or annoying since he’s older than you by five years. Your brother never had an issue with it since it always came off brotherly, but now…now you’re not so sure. You’re not so sure of anything anymore. 

‘It’s just because you’re dick deprived,’ you think, reasoning with your body. ‘It’s just because you’re touch starved and have a lack of romance. Nothing more.’ But you know you can definitely sort that out once you get out to the clubs and the bars on this trip…if you had any energy to do so, that is. 

You begin to unpack your tote bag, taking out your phone, charger, laptop, cosmetic bag, and travel-sized bath products. Geto stands behind you, but not comfortably so. If anything, he is a nice, comforting presence as he’s always been for you. “So I was gonna do some cookin’ after I unpack,” he announces. “You got your clothes for tonight? Gojo chose a steak restaurant for dinner, the flashy bastard, then we’re hittin’ the club.” 

You turn to give him a reassuring smile that doesn’t quite meet your eyes. “Oh, I’m not hungry, so don’t worry about me. As for tonight, I’ll have to see. M’just so tired, y’know?” 

You won’t tell anyone this, but you had no plans of going much of anywhere on this trip. Even though you packed for activities just in case, you physically, mentally, and emotionally have no energy to anything close to social like going to the bar or clubbing. You can’t even see yourself dressing up. It’s scary because it’s sooo unlike you, but as soon as you walked in and saw that bed, all you wanted to do was sleep. 

If Geto is shocked or disappointed by this, he doesn’t show it. “Yeah, sure, no problem. You need any help unpacking?” He goes to unzip your suitcase, but you shoo his hands away, tutting. “What’s with you today?” you ask, raising a brow at him. “You’re being so attentive and helpful, more than usual. It’s freaking me out!” You don’t mean for it to come off so harshly, and it registers across Geto’s handsome face in surprise. “Just tryin’ to help you out. It’s been a long month for you, I’m sure.” 

Instantly, you feel guilty. Damn your ex for making you like this. You place a gentle hand on Geto’s shoulder and you feel him tense for a moment before he relaxes. “Sorry, Sugu. I really appreciate the help, but—”  

Your words are cut off when your tote bag suddenly falls over, spilling its contents all over the bed. “Shit,” you sigh, taking Geto’s help when he begins picking up your loose change, gum, and a tube of Fenty Gloss from the bedspread. 

But there is something else in the pile of familiar items that isn’t familiar at all: a red heart-shaped Christmas hard with the front emblazoned with a gold ribbon. You scowl, confused, and pick the card up. Geto stares at you curiously, his pierced brow raised. “What is it?” he asks. “Is that one of your Christmas cards?” You slowly shake your head. “No,” you reply, still staring at the heart-shaped card in confusion. “I didn’t do cards this year.” 

You figured that all you’d do this Christmas are gifts and little handheld notes since card prices have skyrocketed. You absolutely wouldn’t have misplaced a card either. You open the card and read it, noticing how perfect the cursive is. 

Giving you my heart this year for Christmas. Will you take it? 

Love, A Friend

Your heart begins to pound and instantly, you sweat as if this card is a bomb about to go off. Who would write something like this to you? “Shoko, did you give me a card?” you call to her in the bathroom. The door opens and she comes out dressed in sweats and a hoodie. “A card? You know I don’t do those, girl. They’re too expensive.” 

Abruptly, you turn to Geto, unable to hide your suspicions. “Is this you, Suguru?” you demand. “Or Gojo?” Speaking of the devil, the white-haired hottie comes walking down the hall to your room, chomping on a candy cane left in the kitchen. “Is what me?” he asks, coming into the bedroom. “What’d I miss?” 

“Y/N’s got a secret admirer,” Shoko replies, smirking down at the card in your hand. “A cheesy one at that.” Geto is still looking at you, looking rather offended that you’re coming off so strong. “I didn’t do this. I gave everybody their cards at the train station, remember?” And he did, and none of them looked like this one. Not to mention that he left his gift bags in the trunk. 

There’s only one person left who could’ve possibly snuck this in your bag without you knowing. “What’s everybody in here for?” your brother asks, walking into the room. He pauses, squinting at the card. “Da hell is that?” 

You briskly turn to him, holding the card between your middle and forefingers. “It’s a card that was in my suitcase. Did you write this to me?” He shakes his head, looking completely clueless.

“No, I didn’t even give you my gift yet.” Which is also correct because your gift delivery was delayed until after Christmas. 

You toss the card aside, fed up with the mystery game. How did it even get in your bag? Did someone put it there while you were sleeping in the car ride? “Okay, somebody’s messing with me,” you scoff, raising your voice as your irritation simmers. “And whoever it is, it’s not funny. This is real fucked to do after—” 

“Alright, sweetie, calm down,” Shoko gently says, gently taking you by the shoulder. “Let’s not blow up only fifteen minutes into the trip. Guys, let the girls talk please.” 

Your brother and Gojo immediately rush out in case you’re about to explode, but Geto lingers, giving you a concerned look. “Hey,” he says. “You gonna be okay?” Shoko steps in, glaring at him. “She’ll be fine, now get out. Let me talk to her.” 

You slump onto the bed, feeling regretful that you let your anger and your past hurt from your ex get to you like that. “I’m sorry I exploded like that.” 

Shoko rolls her eyes, plopping down beside you. “Please. This is the anniversary of your messy breakup, Y/N! It’s normal, but you’ve gotta let yourself have some fun!” She wraps an arm around you, hugging you into her side. “Come out with us tonight, get some drinks, meet some guys, shake ass, and let yourself get over that dumb-fuck. You deserve better than him.” 

She practically spits the word “him”, not even uttering his name. Probably in fear of you combusting into a million pieces. You take a deep breath and nod, realizing that she is absolutely right. “I know,” you sigh. “You’re right.” 

Life is too short to be sad and so are the holidays. You’re here for a reason, so you need to enjoy it! Shoko smiles, patting you on the thigh. “I know I am. Now, put that weird-ass card away and help me unpack my outfit for tonight.” 

You smile and give her a big kiss on the cheek before shoving the card at the bottom of your tote bag. Then you store the bag away under your bed with your empty suitcase, never to be seen until Monday morning when you leave. 

You couldn’t wait till dinner was over. Although it was nice being wined, dined, and having Geto feed you off steak, potatoes, and dessert off of his fork, the wine is starting to talk. And so is your body. You’ve never been hornier in your life than for this man and his big, beefy arms that wrap tight around you as you shuffle into his luxury condo. 

The space clean, smells faintly of pine, and is dimly lit by a Christmas tree sitting in the corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Geto kicks the door shut behind him with his foot as you both continue to kiss, softly moaning into each other’s mouths. He shifts you over to the right as he tosses his keys onto his coffee table, only for you to bump into something. 

CRASH! 

“Oh, no!” you gasp, pulling away to assess the damage. “What was that?!” But Geto yanks you back into another heated kiss, his lip ring pushed flushed against your bottom lip. “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he murmurs. “I’ll get another one. I just fuckin’ want you.” His words come out as exhales as if he can’t properly speak the words.

You giggle against his sweet mouth, shivering when he gently tugs on your bottom lip. “So needy for me,” you whisper. Your hands move to his coat, shrugging it off his shoulders. He does the same to you, unzipping your coat to reveal the tight jeans and body-con turtleneck bodysuit you’re wearing underneath. 

“Can’t help it,” he hisses into your mouth, just as his hands find the waistband to your jeans. "Your ass has been drivin’ me crazy since the damn trip.” He doesn’t wait to slide your jeans down your pants, exposing the lace black thong you’re wearing underneath. You also don’t wait to strip your turtleneck up over your head, revealing your matching bra. You want this and he knows it. 

His violet eyes widen an inch at the sight of you, the tent in his pants becoming noticeably bigger. He changed into some fresh clothes after the game and left with you as soon as he could, your brother giving him an earful about keeping you safe. You still can’t believe that your bro was cool with all of this, but he must know that Geto is different than your ex the way that you do. 

“Jesus,” Geto hisses, running a hand over his face as if pained by your beauty. “Were you wearin’ this under your outfit the entire time?” You smile running your hands over your succulent breasts in the lace cups as he watches. “I may have had a plan,” you confess. 

You were hoping that maybe tonight he would take you home tonight, but even if he didn’t, you were at least hoping for a kiss. Lucky you that you got both. Geto comes up to you, snaking his arms around your waist. “A plan to seduce me and get me back here so you could fuck me?” He tuts, squeezing your ass in your hands. “That’s very naughty of you, baby…but I can’t say I’m complaining. I’m sure you can feel how excited I am with this fit choice.” 

You can; his cock is pushing into your panties, rubbing slightly up against your pussy hidden away in your thong. “Fuck, Suguru,” you softly moan, gripping his biceps pushing beneath his sweater. “You’re so—” 

“Hard?” he whispers, smirking at you. “That’s how you always get me. I’ve never had a woman get me rock like you do.” He begins to kiss you again, slowly now, and trails his supply lips from your neck down to your breasts and stomach. His hands slide along your sides, his nose nuzzling into your tits to breathe in your scent.

You moan at the contact, burning all over for him. He then comes back up to drag your bra straps down, exposing both of your tits and the hard nipples you’re sporting for him. He begins to suck on each of your nipples, coating them in saliva, forcing you to feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing rolling around in his mouth. “O-Oh,” you brokenly moan. 

“Mmm-hmm,” he moans against your tits, as if encouraging you to feel good for him. He continues to taste and touch you, his hands massaging each breast and fondling it as he sucks on the other. He does this as if he’s been yearning for this, hoping and praying for the change to suck on your hard peaks the way you’ve wanted him to. 

Which brings up a question in your brain foggy with pleasure. “A-Ah…how long?” you whine. “How—oh, fuck—h-how long have you wanted me…like this?” Geto pauses and stares up at you, his eyes glimmering like a Christmas tree. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “So fuckin’ long. Since the glasses and braces.” He sticks his tongue out and gives you a long lick between your cleavage before sucking on both nipples again, leaving them dripping in spit. “Every girl I was with, I thought of you. You were all that I wanted.” 

Your moans grow louder, your body quivering with need. “Fuck, Suguru, please,” you groan, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Take off your clothes. I need you naked.” He humorously smiles up at you, adoring you. “So needy. That’s so cute.” 

You smirk at him as your hands fly to his sweater, raising it up to expose his taut stomach. ‘I’ll show you cute,’ you think, your want and need brewing hot and heavy. The more Geto strips, the more it grows until it’s practically swallowing you. Once his shirt is off and his jeans are halfway down, you can’t help but eyefuck his muscles, picturing yourself riding his abs and gripping his biceps. 

“Like what you see, cutie?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his question. You don’t answer, only acting. With a soft grunt, you gently but firmly push him down onto the couch, much to his surprise. You then kneel down between his thighs and busy yourself unbuckling the rest of his fly. “Shit,” he chuckles. “I guess you do. You’re in the wrong profession, I think, darlin’.” 

You stare up at through your lashes, a vixen now taking your place. “I am,” you giggle. “Writing is just my side hustle. My real profession is what I’m about to show you.” Slowly, you peel back his briefs and wrap a hand around his cock, gasping softly at his length. But when you finally see it, it’s like whiplash. 

He is big, hard, and thick, the weight in your palm making your stomach flutter. He is slightly tanner than the rest of his natural skin, each thick, hot inch protruding from a clean cut nest of black hair. You’ve wondered what his cock looked like for years now. What he tasted like. What’d he feel like filling you up. So you indulge yourself in another one of your curiosities. 

Geto groans as you begin to lick and sloppily kiss his cock, keeping your hand firmly wrapped around the base. He watches through hooded eyes as you spit all over his cock, using your hand to pump the spit up and down his shaft. “Oh, my God, Y/N, shit,” he hisses. “Where’d the fuck you learn this?” 

You smile, your body buzzing with pride at his reaction. “This isn’t my first time jerking off a guy’s cock, Sugu,” you giggle. “Just my first time jerking off a big, pretty cock.” You then press another kiss to his shaft before pressing your cheek to it, still stroking it as you softly slap his cock head up against your cheek. 

“Oh, fuck,” Geto groans, his cock throbbing and pulsing at your words. “I was right: your ex is a fuckin’ idiot.” You slowly shake your head, giving his head a sweet little kiss. “Don’t mention him. Tonight is about you and me.” 

Geto’s eyes flash with a determination you’ve only seen at his games and he nods, fully sitting up now. “You’re right. He doesn’t matter tonight; only you and gettin’ those lips wrapped around my dick.” His attention is all on you now as if you’re a movie on the flat screen and he’s an eager watcher. “Go on, baby; taste me. It’s yours.” 

You do as you’re told and wrap your lips around him, finally taken him into your mouth. Your dreams don’t compare to the real thing of him stretching out your mouth. He is so hot and thick, forcing you to accommodate by opening your throat and fully jerking what you can’t fit in his mouth. Then you slide off of him and pepper him again in sloppy, wet kisses, your spit sliding down to his balls. “S-Shit!” Geto stammers. “You like kissin’ that big dick, huh?” 

You stare at him through slitted eyes, your pussy gushing the more you indulge in his cock fo your own enjoyment. “Mmm-hmm,” you sloppily hum around his cock. “Just followin’ the rules,” you reply with a smile. 

“What rules?” he asks, chuckling slightly. You look up and his eyes follow, finding a mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. He chuckles again, a light, red blush dusting his cheeks. “I forgot that was up there. Gojo helped me decorate.”

You giggle, continuing to makeout with his cock, giving him a view of your tongue swirling around his bulbous head. “Just like on the cabin…only a little more oral.” 

“This is a little?” he jokes, raising a pierced brow at you. “Fuck it, give me a lot then. Do whatever you want with me, baby.” 

You do just that, dipping him back into your throat even deeper than before. And then deeper than that. You gag around his cock as you fuck your throat with it, pulling your head up and down off of his shaft as he gazes upon you, eyes rolling back. “Ohhh, fuck,” he groans, his head tilting back against the couch. “F-Fuck, baby, that’s…oh, goddamn, that’s good.” His sounds are fit for a porno, so seductive, addictive, and sexy. You can’t get enough of them, loving the way he moans, gasps, and purrs for your mouth. 

He takes the back of your head as you continue to facefuck yourself with him, guiding him down your throat even deeper than before. “Deeper,” he grunts. “Deeper, ma, c’mon. You’ve got it.” Your eyes begin to well with tears as he forces himself in the tight space, making the wet walls of your throat squelch and flex around him. “Ngh, grgh!” you exclaim, your throat making the sounds for you. 

“Mmm, not wet enough,” he murmurs. “Stop for a minute and kiss me. I need to get that throat soaked for me to fuck.” You pop off of his cock, saliva sticking to your glossy mouth, and allow him to give you a sloppy kiss where his tongue slides against yours, tasting himself off of your tastebuds. 

“Open your mouth for me,” he whispers. You do so, your lips trembling as you split your mouth wide. Geto spits a glob of saliva onto your tongue before taking the back of your neck in his palm. “Put it back here,” he instructs, nodding down at his pulsing dick. You do as he says, spitting it back onto his dick, before you take him into your throat again. 

Geto’s moans grow louder, mixing with the embarrassingly wet sounds of your mouth and throat as you suck, gag, and swallow as much as you can. “That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot, baby. You’re such a good little present, y’know?” 

Your body buzzes with need, your pussy throbbing at the mention of his cum. “Do it!” you whine around his cock. “Cum down my throat!” 

“Not yet,” he grunts. “Want you up here. Wanna make you cum too.” He pats the cushion to the couch rather aggressively, making you giggle. “Get the fuck up here,” he growls, lust filling his eyes. Slowly, you pull yourself off of his cock, letting him watch the slow drag of your plush lips coming off of his cock. 

You then bend over his lap, allowing him to have complete control and use over your other set of holes as he sees fit. You are totally exposed despite the cheeky thong in the way, your asscheeks more prominent with the thong wedged between them and the tiny triangular fabric covering your pussy damn near soaked through. “Damn, sweetheart,” Geto moans. “Look at all this. You’re fuckin’ soaked for me.” 

As you go back to sucking on his head and jerking him off, you feel his thick fingers move your thong aside and his little moan when you feel his digits caress your pussy. “Fuck,” he murmurs, transfixed by the way your slick sticks to your puffy pussy lips and inner thighs. Then you feel the slightly streeeetch of his fingers inside of you. 

He only uses two and alternates between each, not wanting to overwhelm you while you suck his cock. His consideration only makes you wetter. “Mmm,” you moan around his cock, hollowing your cheeks to suck more of him in. Your slick pussy makes it easier for him to fuck, each finger taking you on a journey. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Take my fingers, baby. Good girl.” Your velvet walls clench around his digits as his thumb rubs your clit, making your body shake and electricity shoot through your veins. 

“God, Sugu!”byou whine, your head falling into his lap. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good!” All you can do is stroke him for now, his dick pulsing in your palm as your pussy clenches around him. “Yeah? You like gettin’ fucked by my fingers?” 

It’s the best fucking thing ever! “Yes,” you sigh, shuddering at the pleasure. “Oh, yes…please keep going.” You go right back to sucking his dick, slick and sloppy with your spit, and coating it more with your saliva. He groans again, the vibrations of your mouth trailing right down to his balls. “God, this fuckin’ mouth is a present.” 

He begins to slowly fuck your mouth, dragging his cock against your throat, pushing in and out, in and out, as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. The combo between being fingered and throatfucked makes it hard to focus and soon, you feel pressure building in your core. “Oh, fuck, Sugu, baby!” you whine around his cock. “I’m gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me, mama,” he coos. “Cum all over your man’s fingers. Go on, baby, do it for me.” All it takes is a few more heavenly strokes upward with his fingers and his thumb against your clit before you finally reach your peak. With a shudder and a moan muffled by his big dick, you cum all over your brother’s best friend’s fingers, soaking him in your juices as he talks you through it. 

“That’s my baby,” he coos, slowing the quick thrusts of his fingers down to slow strokes. “That’s it, keep cummin’. Push back to fuck my fingers.” You whimper as you push yourself hips back, slowly fucking yourself on your fingers, drawing out your orgasm. 

When it fades, though you are satisfied, you are also filled with immense need for more. Need to feel him. So when Geto places you on his lap, he ask you, wanting the same thing that you do.“Do you still want to—?” 

“Yes,” you gasp, already rising up onto your knees to take his cock into your hand. “I want you, Suguru. Need you to fuck me, Daddy.” The words just slip out, your mind totally fogged by arousal. You slide his cock against your soaked pussy, biting your lip from the contact since you just orgasmed. 

Geto places his hands on your supple ass, gripping it possessively. “Shit,” he groans. “You’ve got a Daddy kink too?” You don’t answer, too busy sliding his cock between your warm, soft, cushiony thighs, your pussy and asscheeks sliding along his head and shaft as you fuck him between your thighs. Surprisingly, this feels good too. Even though he’s not inside of you, the feeling of your needy clit dragging against the hot, velvety skin of his cock. “So good,” he groans into your ear. “Want you to feel good too.” 

He then licks his fingers and proceeds to rub your clit, moving his thick digits in semi-circles. His eyes are set dead on you as you lean back, allowing him to play with the tiny button as his cock disappears and reappears between your thighs. “Oh, fuck!” you sob, gyrating your hips as you slide his cock in and out between the warm hole your thighs form. 

Finally, the need becomes too much and you’re inclined to just let Geto’s cock slip inside of you now. “S-Sugu,” you whine. You pause, locking your eyes with his. “I need it now.” 

But Geto is one evil motherfucker, so he smirks at you, tutting. “Not yet, pretty girl. Sorry, but I’ve gotta have a taste of you first.” Before you can reply or protest, he slides his cock from between your thighs with a porno-worthy groan and gently lays you down on the couch before splitting your thighs wide, ogling at the way his pre-cum drips down your pussy lips and clings to your inner thighs. 

“Suguru,” you whimper, but that’s all you can utter before you feel his fat, hot, pierced tongue licking across your pussy lips and dipping between your folds. You gasp, grasping the thick, black locks of his hair as he laps at your pussy, slurping away at your slick. “Fuck, baby, yes,” you slur, seeing stars through your lust blown pupils. “Right there! Do it right there!” 

“Right here?” Geto teasingly asks before licking directly where you want him to, his eyes locked directly on you. He slurps you up with all the eagerness of a desperate man but takes his sweet time too, getting to know the ins and outs of your pretty pussy. The cold metal to his piercing melts against your folds, making you sob in pleasure. 

You can’t take it. You need him.“Dammit, Suguru, I can’t anymore! Please just fuck me!” you beg. At the sound of your begging, you feel Geto’s cock surge against your thigh and the way he looks at you nearly makes you explode. 

He stands and shoves the rest of his pants away, nearly tripping as he tries to kick them off his feet, before turning to you with the most lustful expression you’ve ever seen on a man. He is now completely naked, each muscle and vein popping illuminated by the twinkling red and green lights on the true. “Still want this?” he asks, wrapping a hand around his thick cock. You nod, your pussy dripping and clenching around air, exposed in the firelight. “Then switch with me and ride me for it. I wanna see you bounce on this cock for me.” 

You have never moved faster in your life, desperate to finally get him inside of you. Once he’s sitting, his delicious thighs spread for you, you take a seat in his lap and straddle him. The kisses you share are short and sloppy as you focus on getting him in you. You reach back, reaching a hand around his cock, and slowly drag it against your slit, whimpering at the pleasure. “How long has it been for you?” he exhales, watching you through slitted eyes. 

“Uh…” You pause, thinking to yourself about when the last occasional hookup was. Halloween  night. “About two months,”you admit, flushing. “But I haven’t made love to anyone in a year.” 

Geto firmly cups your cheek, his thumb massaging your bottom lip. “Then take your time and set the pace. I want you to feel real good for me, baby, okay?” 

You nod, kissing his thumb, and after some more slipping and sliding, you finally slide dooooown onto his beautiful, hard, throbbing dick. You both let out a moan that echos throughout Geto’s luxury condo as your slick, velvety pussy sinks onto his thick, veiny, delicious cock, all of your need over the years reaching a breaking point. Geto grips your hips, his teeth gritted at the intense pleasure. “Use it, baby,” he growls. “Show me how much you need this.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. To get used to his girth, you ride him slowly, rolling your hips back and forth, his hands laid flat on your ass. You alternate between slow grinds and little hops, making your tits jiggle in his face. He watches them, transfixed by the fullness of them in the light. “This is better than I ever imagined,” he says through breathless pants. “You feel so good, baby.” 

He looks up at you and in his eyes you see it the years of pining, yearning, and fiery want buried within the violet of his irises. You realize that without a doubt he has felt the same way you have for decades, these feelings left bottled up with the intention of never being released. It allows you to let go and ride him a little faster, bouncing your ass up just to come down onto his cock again. “Sugu,” you whimper, lacing your arms around his neck. “I love you.” 

You are overcome with emotion and pleasure, so the words slip out. In any other situation, you’d try to pass it off as a “heat of the moment” thing…but not this time. You mean it. You swear it. And you’re not taking it back. Geto’s face softens and his eyes widen an inch. “You do?” he asks, the corner of his mouth lifting. You nod, willing back tears of emotion that well in your eyes. He smashes his lips against yours, pouring all of his passion into you. 

“I love you too,” he whispers back against your mouth. “More than you know.” Those words mean the absolute word to you and you ride him faster, drawing deep moans out of his chest as you begin to kiss his neck and jawline. “Prove it then,” you whisper against his cheek. “Fuck me, baby. I want it from behind.” 

You want him to take you now, to control your body and your pussy, to rut into your cunt before dumping a creamy load in it. He seems like he needs it too judging by the swell of his cock inside of you. “Get up and bend over,” he demands, his voice dripping with a huskiness that you can’t deny or disobey. Slowly, you slide yourself off of him and stand on wobbly legs before bending over the other side of the couch. 

You look back at him with a coquettish smile, arching your back to present your ass in a way that makes his cock twitch and pulse. He stands behind you and wetly smacks his cock up against your ass for a few seconds before dragging it agonizingly slow down to your slit. You whimper, the throbbing in your cunt becoming annoying. “Daddy,” you whine. “Don’t tease me.” 

Geto smirks, cocky as ever, and gives your ass a kiss. “Sorry, mama. You’re just so cute like this.” Then he grips your hips and his smile fades, meaning that there is no teasing or playing anymore. When he sinks back inside of you, he doesn’t start off slow or sweet the way you were riding him. No, his thrusts are hard. Fast. Rough. Desperate. 

He pumps himself in and out of you without abandon, one hand gripping your ass while the other tightens on your hip to keep you still. “This okay, baby?” he pants into your ear. “You need it slower?” With every thrust, your pussy stretches around his cock, delicious and real, reminding you that your dreams of him are not dreams anymore. 

“No!” you wail, gripping the couch for dear life, your nails digging into the fabric. “S’so good! Please fuck me, Daddy! Give it to me!” Your words are slurs of ecstasy, his dick making you drunk. He continues, slamming himself home inside of you over and over again, finding a rhythm that makes your titties bounce and your moans intensify. 

You can’t help it: you begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his thrusts, fucking yourself on his thick cock. “That’s it, darlin’,” he grunts, his silky voice like a drug to you on your ears. “Take your brother’s best friend’s cock. Fuck him back.” 

SMACK!

“Ah!” you gasp, the sharp sting of his palm against your ass making your pussy squelch and throb. He does it again, swearing as your asscheek recoils against his calloused hand, and you nearly melt on his dick against the sensations threatening to tear you apart. The sounds escaping you insist on being loud and brazen; you’re unable to keep the slut inside of you from creeping out anymore. “Oh, God, mmm, fuck!” you sob into the living room. “Suguru, I-I’m gonna, h-ha, gonna cum!” 

Geto yanks you closer, pressing his front flush against your back, pushing himself deeper inside of you. You see stars as he hits your G-spot, taking you on a journey to the great beyond with his cock. “Me too, me too,” he pants into your ear. “Gonna fuckin’ fill my girl up…like I should’ve done so long ago.” 

You deliriously nod in agreement with that, wanting so badly to be filled with his cum. “Sugu, baby, please!” you beg. “Please cum with me! Fill me up!” After a few more pumps, he makes it happen. His thrusts grow sloppier and uncoordinated as he chases his nut inside of your pussy, your moans growing louder and bouncing off of his luxury condo walls. Your peak heightens to the tip top, stretching higher and higher and higher until— 

“Fuck!” Geto bellows out as he grips your hips and fiiiiills you to the brim with his cum. The warm rush and his sexy moans become your end and soon, you’re cumming too. With a broken whimper of his name, you gush all over his cock, dripping down his heavy balls and your thighs. Geto turns your head to meet his, his hand on your chin. “Kiss me,” he murmurs and helpless to resist, you press your lips to his for a sloppy, deep kiss as you finish cumming together, both in the woes of pleasure. 

It is dirty. It is intense. It is an orgasm you have never felt even with your ex. And it is oh-so perfect. After your highs fade, your kiss dies down to short little pecks, Geto kissing you everywhere from your nose to your eyelashes. You giggle, your heart fluttering like a little schoolgirl’s at the affection. 

Slowly, he pulls his cock out of you and suddenly kneels behind you. Curiously, you look back at him, watching him wantonly grip and grope your ass. “Gotta clean you up,” he murmurs before splitting your asscheeks apart and dipping his tongue into your pussy dripping with your mixed cum. You moan as his tongue slides against your pussy, drinking up all of the load that you gave him without a problem. “Mmm,” you hum, smiling. “Such a gentleman.” 

He finally finishes, licking the rest of you off of his supple lips. “Only for you, mama.” Then he stands and gives your ass another smack before plopping down onto the cock, his flaccid cock against his thigh. “Come here,” he murmurs, opening his arms for yours. “Need to make sure you’re real.” 

You smile and go to his arms, helpless to resist them. You curl into him on the couch, your feet in his lap as you form yourself into little semi-ball in the crook of his arm. He holds you close, pressing his chin against your head. For a while, you are silent, comfortable in the afterglow of the sex you just had. 

Sex you just had with your brother’s best friend. You almost can’t believe it, but for some odd reason, it all feels too right to be wrong. “So you do love me?” he suddenly asks. “Seriously?” 

You look up at him, seeing the softness and hope in his eyes. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t,” you reply with a smile. “I’m done running away from it. Besides…” You sigh in contentment, draping your arms around his neck. “My brother didn’t kill you, so we can explore this relationship as much as we want now.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, squeezing you to him. “We can. Not just on Christmas either.” He leans down to kiss you, not able to get quite enough of you. 

“No way!” you giggle, nuzzling your nose with his. “New Years too!” 

Geto smirks at you as you begin to laugh, loving that your full-loving, joking relationship is still intact. “Fuckin’ brat,” he growls, tickling your sides. “Three-hundred and sixty-five days was the answer.” 

Your giggling dies down as he kisses you again, practically smothering you with every inch of his love for you. “It always is with you,” you whisper against his lips. “Always will be.” He hums in pleasure at that response and continues to kiss you down as the cold, snowy right drags on until you both fall asleep on the couch. You smile, your head on his chest, arms wrapped tight around your athlete. 

Finally, after the despair, loneliness, and heartbreak that your ex gave you as your gift last year, you have been given the gift of love, tenderness, and safety in the one person you wouldn’t have expected to give to you. 

Finally, after giving your heart to your love and losing them last Christmas, you have gained it all right back for the New Year. 

And it all feels so wonderful. 

It has always been a therapeutic process for you to get yourself all cute and done up in your bathroom mirror.

You used to do this all the time for your ex last year while you were together, but once he left you, you felt like you had no kind of energy to do it. Even putting on lipgloss took effort. He truly stole your identity from you with the breakup. 

But now, as you stare at yourself in the oval-shaped mirror in your bathroom, you feel 100% like you’re that bitch again. The outfit you chose tonight is a bright cherry red, bodycon mini dress that stops right at your thighs and frames your ass and breasts, a tiny oval cut out at the chest to show off a bit of cleavage. You paired it with some heeled leather boots and a cropped puffy jacket to accentuate the curve of your butt and legs. 

You smile at yourself, your lips glossed with Fenty Beauty’s Gloss Bomb coloring them a slick, juicy pink, your lashes thick with mascara, and a dusting of blush to bring out your cheeks. You beat your foundation and concealer to the Gods, had Shoko contour your face, and curled your hair so each one is bouncy and full. “You’re beautiful,” you say to the mirror. And you believe it. 

When you meet the others in the living room, Gojo is the first one to stare you up and down from behind his three blind mice sunglasses. He chose a simple white tee, black jeans, and a denim jacket for tonight. “Gaaaaadaaaamn, girl!” he whistles. “Look at you! Anyone who scoops you up tonight is one lucky motherfucker.” 

Your brother is way more flashy, choosing a designer top, pants, and shoes to impress the ladies. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls, glaring at his friend. “Don’t push it just ‘cause she’s single.” But you giggle, giving Gojo a joking wink. “Thank you, Satoru. I do look pretty hot, don’t I?” 

“And how,” Shoko says, coming up behind you to wrap an arm around your waist. She has on a dark red crop top that shows off her toned stomach, low rise jeans, and heeled boots that she could use to break a window with. “Doesn’t she, Suguru?” 

You blink at her, confused as to why she’s asking. Geto is sitting on the couch, aimlessly texting his manager on his phone as he has been all day. When he looks up, his eyes widen an inch at the sight of you, his violet irises trailing up and down your form. 

“Um…she looks pretty good,” he carefully says, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him blush. 

“Thank you, Sugu,” you shyly say, doing your best to seem as normal as possible, but the way his black V-neck sweater is clinging to his form is making it very hard for you. He paired it with a simple pair of black jeans and ankle boots, putting more emphasis on his Rolex watch, piercings, and the silver chain dangling from his thick neck. His long locks are in a bun tonight, accentuating his handsome features. 

You don’t remember the last time you’ve been so taken by a man. Even when your ex dressed up on your nights out, you haven’t felt this… ‘Horny,’ whispers a voice in your head, teasing and wicked.  

“You should wear dresses more often, y’know?” Gojo snickers, cutting into the thick tension. Your brother is on him immediately, hitting him with a throw pillow. “Chill, chill, I’m just playin’!” he laughs. “But you can’t get mad at me or Geto when half of the club is gonna be lookin’ at her anyway!” 

Your brother tosses the pillow aside, still glaring. “That’s different. I can’t beat all them horn dogs up, BUT I can beat up my very good friends I know who won’t flirt with my little sister.” He drills each of them with a deadly stare, making Geto toss up his hands in defense. And this is why you could never ever act on any kind of attraction you ever had for him…if you ever did that is. 

Shoko rolls her eyes, swatting your brother in the side. “Not to come for your role as a big brother, but Y/N is a grown ass woman in case you forgot. If she wants to perhaps date a single guy like Suguru, she can—”

“Uh, Shoko, can I talk to you for a minute?” you shout, practically dragging your friend away. “I need you to, uh…help me pick a perfume for tonight.” Even though you layered yourself in French perfume and your favorite vanilla body spray. 

Shoko silently follows after you as you jet to your shared bedroom down the hall. “Hey, what about if she dated me?!” Gojo calls after you. “You didn’t say me, Shoko!” 

When you’re finally in the bedroom, you crack the door and turn to jump down your friend’s throat. “What are you doing?!” you quietly hiss. “Are you trying to get my brother to shoot his friends?!” 

Shoko cocks her head to the side, sizing you up. “Bitch, you and I both know you’ve got sexual tension with Geto the size of this cabin. The only one who doesn’t see it is your brother.” 

You gape at her like she just told you Pennywise got her pregnant. “What are you talking about?” you ask, confused. “Geto and I are just friends and he’s like my brother. I’ve known him for years.” 

But Shoko waves that off like it doesn’t matter. “That doesn’t mean anything. Do you know how many people date and/or have sex with their friends? …Probably a lot.” 

You roll your eyes at her weak argument. “Even if I did like him like that, which I don’t, what makes you think he’d feel the same way?” You pause, watching Shoko give you a curious look. “What?” you demand. 

“You really don’t see it?” she asks, squinting at you. “The way he looks at you? How caring and tender he is with you?” You scowl at her, confused and incredulous. Is she messing with you?“That’s ‘cause I’m his best friend’s little sister,” you argue. “Of course, he’d be caring and sweet and tender with me! My brother would kill him!”

Shoko huffs, smiling. “I highly doubt that. You think your brother would rather you be with some guy that would gift you with a breakup instead of an engagement ring for…” 

She pauses when she sees your expression, broken and despondent. Immediately, she wraps an arm around you, hugging you close. “Shit, I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I just hate seein’ you still hung up on that asshole. Between you and me, I always thought Geto was right for you…only ‘cause you wouldn’t give me a chance.” 

You snort, playfully smacking her side. It’s no secret that Shoko likes girls and you know that tonight, she’ll be filling her phone up with digits for the weekend. “Shut up,” you laugh. “It’s okay and I appreciate your worry, but I gonna be okay. And I don’t need to ruin my friendship with Geto for that.” 

“What’s this you two are talkin’ ‘bout?” Geto asks. You jump, hearing his silky voice coming from behind the door. “The guys sent me to get you two. You girls gossipin’ about me?” 

Shoko gives you a wink and opens the door to find his fine ass standing there. “Yeah, totally. We know your ass ain’t gonna get on that dance floor tonight.” 

Geto smirks, taking that challenge. “We’ll see. Now lets get outta here before her brother murders us.” 

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After a delicious steak dinner with plenty of sides, delicious desserts, and glasses of wine, you jump into the Range Rover and head to the club with the crew. 

The music is cranked up until the windows shake, making you scream at your brother to turn it down, and the wine is pumping through your veins. For the first time in a year, you actually feel happy. And sexy. During dinner, you caught the stares of many different guys who took notice of how your dress clung to you. Even the waiter stammered asking you for your order!

It is almost like you forgot how much of a stunner you are after your ex broke up with you. Sometimes that happens—you lose your confidence and almost forget that you have the same looks that caught your ex in the first place. And tonight, you’ll remind yourself of that. 

“Y/N, you realize that you stole a wine glass outta there, right?” your brother chuckles. He stares at you in the rearview mirror, the only sober one in the group. You sit in between Geto and Shoko, the heat cranked up even though the two glasses of Roscato Rosso Dolce is keeping you nice and warm. 

“I did?” you gasp. You look down near your boots and sure enough, there’s a wine gobbler there. “Oops!” you giggle, covering your mouth. “I forgot to put it down. The wine was too good!” 

Geto chuckles from beside you, his face slightly flushed from his drink at dinner. “Yeah, you’ve been guzzlin’ that shit down since the bread and butter.” You purse your lips at him, your stomach fluttering as his eyes lock with yours. “Says you and the espresso martinis.” Even though he only had two. “You think they’ll have ‘em at the club?” 

“Why not?” Geto asks, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. He cracks the window a bit as he lights himself one, puckering his lips around the thin, white stick. The cold winter air rushes in, but you barely feel it. “And if they don’t, we’ll make ‘em.” 

“You’ll make ‘em, huh?” you giggle as the end of the cigarette burns a bright red. “So you’re gonna fight for my honor, Mr. Footballer, sir?” 

The corner of his lips lift into a smirk as he puffs on his cigarette, blowing smoke out of the car. “Shit, if anyone tempts me. With this vodka in me, it’s definitely makin’ it hard to resist.” You agree, your eyes trailing down to his pants before you realize it. 

“Everything is hard to resist when you’re off vodka,” Gojo cackles, absolutely off his ass on booze. “And whiskey too! We should’ve ordered more flights!”

He’s referring to the whiskey tasting test he ordered for the table, resulting in one whopper of a bill. But since you all went crazy on the menu, you all split it while Gojo, of course, paid for the whiskey. 

“No, the fuck we shouldn’t have,” you scoff. “My brother has to drive and he doesn’t trust anyone else with the Range Rover.”

Your brother hums in agreement, nodding to the beat of the music pumping through the stereo. “Damn straight. I dunno how the fuck we’re gettin’ home though ‘cause I’m gettin’ majorly fucked up tonight!” 

Gojo looks into the backseat, his blue eyes laser focused on one of your backseat partners. “As fucked up as her?” he snorts.

He nods at Shoko who is about 50% alcohol, 50% girl right now. She wraps an arm around you, pressing a sticky kiss to your cheek. “Y/N, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she slurs. “You always look so good in dresses.” 

You and Geto laugh, realizing that the third cocktail at dinner got her. “No fuckin’ in the backseat! I’ll have to pay for that!” Gojo shouts, making your brother howl with laughter. The entire car erupts with carefree energy and a buzz from the alcohol, all of what you need right now. 

Suddenly, there is a sharp bump and you bounce in your seat, colliding right into Geto. You jut a hand out to grab his knee, but end up grabbing his thigh instead. “Oh, my bad, sorry!” you gasp. “It’s real bumpy on the road and—” 

“S’fine, Y/N,” Geto murmurs, his voice unusually raspy. Maybe it’s the whiskey. “It was an accident.”

You nod, giving him a nervous half-smile, and try to move it, but he surprises you by laying his hand on yours to keep it there. He feels hot there, his taught muscle pulsing beneath your fingers. “You don’t have to move it,” he chuckles. “I’m tellin’ you it’s cool, sweetheart.” 

You blink at him, confused. Why does he want you to keep it there? And why are his eyes so hooded? And why is your body throbbing feeling his muscular thigh push into your fingers?

Luckily, you can’t focus on it for too long because your brother pulls up to the club. As soon as you do, you release Gojo, ignoring how weird your body feels when you do. 

“So when Gojo gives that first kick to the ball, we’ll have three circle around the left to take out the other players,” the coach explains. “I’ll need two quarterbacks on the right to…” Geto is sitting right next to his coach on his bench in the locker room, but he isn’t even listening. His head is full of nothing but you. 

He has been practicing his moves and working out the entire five days after the lodge trip to focus on the game…and to get his brain off of you. You haven’t called or texted him since your brother dropped him off. But then again, he hasn’t reached out to you either, mostly because he doesn’t know how. 

It hasn’t always been this awkward between you guys. He used to be able to call and text you jokes and memes just to make you laugh. But now, he can’t even do that. Besides your brother, you are also his friend and he feels like he ruined that. 

Why did he have to go and fuck things up with that card? 

Why couldn’t he just keep his romantic feelings for his best friend’s little sister hidden and bottled up tight like normal people? 

Why did he have to go and get that stupid crush on high school you and your adorable braces all those years ago? 

These are questions that made him toss and turn every night since the trip, making him lose sleep. 

But God, if it doesn’t pain him to think about you with someone else. Or to think of how hurt you were when that asshole ex broke your heart. He was seeing red when he found out and almost drove passed the guy’s house since he knows where he lives having gone to many get-togethers you invited him to before. 

Geto always knew you were too good and sweet for a pompous idiot like your ex who always talked about himself more than he did you. He always knew the guy was a pussy too; too pussy to break up with you in person last Christmas. That’s why he was so glad when you decided to come along on this friends’ trip this Christmas. 

He isn’t sure why he decided to slip that heart card in your bag while you asleep. He isn’t even sure why he decided to write it out in the first place. Initially, he wasn’t even planning on telling you that he wrote it, but after you figured it out when he slipped up while rubbing your pretty, hot pussy, he knew he wouldn’t lie to you anymore. He can only hope that things don’t stay like this—so tense, awkward, and weird. He doesn’t want to tip toe or walk around eggshells around you. Despite everything, you’re still his family. 

“So are we ready to bring a win into the new year?!” the coach hollers, snapping him out of his thoughts. All of his team surround him, dressed in their game gear and helmets. They whoop and cheer for their win while Geto only manages a smile. “Then get your asses in gear!” the coach yells with a grin. “Five minutes till showtime, ladies!” 

Ad the group disperses to take last-minute bathroom breaks and water, Geto sends a quick text to you and your brother telling you that he’s about to go on. This snow game is highly anticipated since it’s the game right before the New Year. Many believe that a win from Geto’s team will be a sign for a good year, so he really needs to get his head out of you and in the game. 

“Hey, friend!” Gojo greets, sauntering up to him in his football gear. He carries his football helmet under his arm, chipper and bright as he always is before a game. But his smile falters slightly and he cocks his head at his friend and teammate. “What’s with the long face, player?” Geto averts his eyes, popping his mouth guard into his mouth. “M’fine. Just had a long weekend.” 

Gojo laughs, his blue eyes flashing with mischief. “Oh, I bet! You don’t show it much, but you were just as fucked up as me. You’ve gotta update your IG, friend.” Geto smirks at his friend’s joke, knowing he’s taking a jab at Geto’s dry IG account. He barely posted much from the trip, not wanting anyone to see that he wasn’t home. He’s very wary about that. 

“But seriously, what’s up?” Gojo asks, pouting. Ya got this long look on your face like a girl just rejected you.” Geto stays silent, instead lacing his cleated boots up tight. But Gojo can’t take a hint (or won’t). “Is it about Y/N?” he bluntly asks. “You guys didn’t fuck, did you?”

Geto pauses and scowls at him. “No,” he grunts. “Seriously, m’good, Satoru. Just need some coffee and for this game be done quick.” Though he loves playing football. He loves the roar of the crowd, the rush of the wind in his face, the delicious ache in his bones of a good game. Even when he loses, it uses that to push himself harder. 

Gojo hums indifferently, patting Geto on the head. “Well, don’t wish for that too much. We need that win, don’t we?” He gives him a wink before he saunters off, making Geto chuckle at his friend’s antics. 

He rises from the bench and opens his locker where his water bottle and personal gym bag that he takes everywhere he goes sits. His bag still smells of the snow from the trip, making him smile. After spraying on more deodorant, taking a sip of water, and readying himself for the start of the snow game, he places his phone in his gym bag and shuts it.

But as he’s about to walk away, he hears ringing in his locker, so he goes back and answers it, glad to see that it’s your brother calling. “Hey, man, what’s up?” he greets. “I’m about to go out.” 

Your brother is probably just calling to wish him luck as he does with every other game. He always tries to be there to support him and Gojo on the field, rain or snow. You’re more prone to attending when the sun is out, but Geto is always happy to see you at a game and have your support from at home watching TV nonetheless. 

“I won’t be long,” your brother replies, and he can already tell that something is off. He doesn’t sound as hype as he usually is before a game. “I just needed to ask you somethin’ real quick,” your brother says. Geto’s heart wildly beats in his chest, his throat growing thick with a lump. “Okay,” he replies, trying to sound normal and unworried. “What’s goin’ on?” 

He tries to tell himself that he’s just being paranoid. That it isn’t what he thinks it is. But something deep inside of him disagrees with his delusional thinking. And then your brother speaks: “Are you in love with my sister?” he asks, getting straight to the sharp-edged point. 

Geto swears his stomach drops through a pit and falls out of his ass. “Uh…” He is taken aback, unsure of how to respond. If he says no, your brother may know he’s lying; they’ve been friends for too long. If he says yes, he may be in for an earful and a possible ass-kicking. Maybe even the end of his friendship with your brother. 

“And don’t lie ‘cause I can tell when you lie,” your brother huffs. And just like that, the decision is made for him. So Geto takes a deep breath and puts his big boy pants on. It’s now or never. “Yes,” he confesses. “Yes, I am.” Your brother pauses for a moment, taking in this newfound information. “Were you the one that gave her that card?” Again, Geto confesses: “Yes”. 

Your brother pauses once more, but not as agonizingly long as “Hm” is all he replies with. And then a simple, “Okay.” Geto feels his heart drop nonetheless, his world crashing around him. “I’m sorry, bro. I-I wasn’t gonna tell you or her, but I—” 

“Relax, Suguru,” your brother chuckles, but Geto doesn’t feel relaxed by it. “I’m not mad. I understand why you never said nothin’…but you’d better take good care of her or I’ll kill you, understand?” 

Geto knows that your bother is dead serious too. “I’d never do anything to hurt her,” he professes. “But it don’t even matter. She doesn’t feel the same.” He leans against the locker, his jaw tense. “Mmmm, I dunno ‘bout that one,” your brother hums. “She’s here, by the way. She’s sittin’ next to me.” 

Suddenly, Geto’s heart skips a beat. “What?” he gasps. “She’s here?” Did Shoko give you an extra ticket? Maybe Gojo? He can hear the smile in your bother’s voice when he answers. “Uh-huh. So you’d better play your ass off for her and get that win. See ya out there.” 

Then the call ends and Geto is left standing by his locker, gaping inside of it like an idiot. Then a stupid grin stretches across his face. Maybe now is his change to set things right! Suddenly, all is right again and he feels like kicking ass on that football. 

But when he opens his gym bag to put his phone away, he finds something in there that wasn't there before…or rather he never noticed it before. A red heart-shaped card with a golden bow painted on the front sits at the bottom of his bag, hidden beneath his extra deodorant and knee pads. 

His heart hammers wildly in his chest when he realizes that it’s the same exact card he gave you. He picks it out of his bag, his hands shaking slightly. Could you have slipped it in before he left the cabin? He hasn’t used much of the bag before now, but how could he have missed it when prepping for his game today?

When he opens the card, he nearly passes the fuck out when he finds your handwriting beneath his along with a tiny heart drawn in pen beside your name: 

Giving you my heart this year for Christmas. Will you take it? 

Love, A Friend

Only if you take mine too. 

Love, Y/N  

Geto feels like he’s floating while standing up and that stupid smile comes back again, stretching wide across his face. Now he has every reason to get out on that field today and win, no matter what. Because you’ll be watching. And because you feel the same way he does. 

Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle. Maybe it’s the universe tossing him a bone. Maybe he just ended up on the nice list this year. Whatever it is, he’ll make sure not to take it—or you—for granted. So he places the card in his bag, slams his locker shut, and shoves his helmet on, ready to kick some ass for you. 

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As Geto predicted, his team wins the game. 

It took about three hours, all of them televised, team planning, and a lot of IcyHot for his muscles, but Geto knew what he was doing. As soon as the five-minute mark hit, he implored for the quarterback to toss him the ball and ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his shoes digging into the snowy dirt below.

He had to jump over two of his rival players barreling at him, literally hiking his knees to his chest, before rolling over onto his rival team’s side of the field for a touchdown. 

He was coated in dirt and shivering from the snow when he finished, but he was soon warmed up by the group hug from his team and the roaring screams from the crowd in the bleachers. He raised the ball high over his head as Gojo and your bother, who rushed down to the field to join in on the celebration, hiked him up onto their shoulders, grinning at the many cameras that captured the moment. 

Finally, with the game done, Geto is given a warm coat to wear over his gear as he scans the crowd for you. Your bother is busy chatting up cheerleaders while the rest of his team are being interviewed by multiple different news stations, sport outlets, journalists, and bloggers. He’s gotten his interviews in already, so all he has to do is worry about finding you. 

His heart begins to hammer and his disappointment grows when he can’t. There are too many people and more are soon flowing out from the bleachers for photos and autographs from their favorite players. Did you possibly leave? Did you get lost in the stadium somehow? Should he call you? 

“Suguru!” someone yells from behind him.

Someone with a familiar, sweet voice that has filled his mind for days now. And there you are, standing there in your puffy white coat, boots, and cute little earmuffs. His little good lucky charm. You smile at the same time he does, your reasons for doing so a secret only between the two of you. 

Geto feels a gravitational pull towards you and can’t stop himself from hustling through the throng of people to you. You walk to meet him, that smile never leaving your pretty face. He is so hyper focused on you that he barely sees the man in a designer suit waving at him from the sidelines.

“Suguru, over here!” he shouts, coming right up to his side like a driver by driver. “Suguru, I have a promising sponsorship that I think you’d really—”

“Talk to my agent please,” Geto says, barely even sparing the guy a glance as he practically shoves him out of the way of you. Nothing and no one matters right now but you.

Lucky for him, his friends are right behind him and were watching him ogle you the entire time. “I’m his agent,” Gojo says, giving the man a grin. “The better lookin’ one anyway.” 

But Shoko is there to shove him back like a damn linebacker in her heeled boots and black cropped bubble coat. “Fuck off, bitch,” she says through gritted teeth. “This is my deal.” She juts her hand out to the man for a shake. Shoko Leiri, Geto’s PR agent.”

Finally, he makes it to you, closing the gap between you. When he does, you stretch your arms out for a hug, but he takes you by surprise by lifting you up and spinning you around. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, your boots dangling from the snow-covered grass. “You came,” he all but sighs when he lowers you down. 

You smile, dusting some snow off of his ponytail. “Had to come to my first snow game.” You shrug, looking so shy now. He feels the same as if he is back in high school on his first date. “I got your card,” he whispers, the cold air making it fog between you. “How did you-?"

"I slipped it in your bag while you slept on the car ride home," you explain. You give him a shy, sheepish smile. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, I am," he chuckles, aching to kiss you again. "What made you change your mind?” 

Your avert your eyes for a moment, instead staring dead at his team logo on the front of his coat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you confess, biting your bottom lip. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you all this time, but I didn’t know what to say or how to say it…so I wrote it. Plus, you were preppin’ for your big game and I didn’t want to—” 

You squeak when an arm suddenly loops around your waist, pulling you closer to the athlete. “Shut up,” Geto softly growls before finally pressing his lips to yours. It is a kiss he has yearned for for days. Months. Years. It is a kiss that warms him from the inside out, slow and deep, all of the world vanishing. 

Finally, he pulls away, but all he wants to do is grab you and kiss you forever. Your eyes flutter open, your lashes slightly dusted with snow as flurries fall from the sky. “That was worth the wait,” you giggle, a twinkle in those beautiful eyes. 

“It was,” he agrees. His body—heart hammering and cock rock hard—agree with him too. Suddenly, you place your gloved hands, warm and soft, on his cold cheeks, making him melt.

“Last Christmas, I gave my heart to another person who didn’t deserve it,” you softly say. "This year, I want all of my love to go to someone very special to me.” 

Geto snorts, humored by your adorable goofiness. “You’re quoting Wham?” he laughs.

You shrug, smirking at him with those glossed lips. “Paraphrasing.”

He takes your gloved hands in his and presses them to his lips, kissing them. You look taken aback at the act, almost swooning. He wants to make you swoon every single day if he can. Anything to cancel out what that asshole did to you. 

“So, Suguru?” you softly ask, peering up at him through your lashes. “Will you take my heart this Christmas?” 

He shivers in delight at your question. He would take your heart every single holiday. “Well, baby, technically Christmas is over,” he jokes. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you closer to him, wanting to feel your body heat through your coat. “But I’ll definitely take it for New Years,” he murmurs. 

And like the ending of a romantic movie, you both move to kiss again, but you’re interrupted by someone calling Geto’s name from the sidelines. She is a reporter from the biggest sports outlet in the country, standing with a camera man and a microphone. “Suguru! Mr. Geto! Can we have an interview with you, please?” 

Geto waves back and then smirks at you, holding your hand in his. “C’mon, let’s give these people a story. Then I’ll take you for some dinner.”

You look nervous, either about interviewing, being on camera, or publicizing your new relationship with your brother’s best friend, but either way, you smile and interlace your fingers with his. “Sounds like a date.” 

You barely slept a wink, only getting maybe two hours of sleep at most, but not from the constant clearing of your throat to get rid of the mucus in it or opening the window to cool down your heated skin. Your head was filled with thoughts of Geto, your second heated makeout session, and his confession. The entire situation happened in a flash; plus, you were tipsy so you forgot some of the details. 

Except for the part where he told you that he wrote that card to you and he’s wanted you ever since he met you. You can’t even phantom that he’s harbored these feelings since high school! It has to be a joke. Some cosmic prank. It can’t be real. 

But even as awkward and horrible as you feel, at least your cold left the building. You’re just some sniffles and mild coughing now. Unfortunately, you passed it along to Geto. You hear him sniffling and clearing his throat from the kitchen that smells of baking pancakes, sizzling bacon, and freshly-brewed coffee. He got up early to cook a Christmas breakfast for everyone. 

You came downstairs after everyone else did to ensure that you weren’t downstairs alone with him. You don’t know how to act around him, and apparently, it’s vice versa. He hasn’t even come out to wish you a Merry Christmas. But still, you sit on the floor surrounded by your gifts in your pajamas, pretending that everything is fine. 

You texted your parents a Merry Christmas, took a hot shower, and practiced a smile in the mirror. Gojo sits with you in an ugly sweater, snapping photos on his phone, while your brother and Shoko take the couch. 

Your brother grins, moving to go to the Christmas tree. While you slept last night, he, Gojo, and Geto got the gifts out from the trunk and stacked them up in under the tree. He smiles, passing you a box wrapped in red paper. “Merry Christmas, sis,” he proudly says. You take the box, confused. “I thought my gift was delayed.” 

He gives you a wink, sporting a Charlie Brown Christmas hoodie and sweats. “I had a plan B. Open it up! And give me a smile so I can show Mom so she'll stop fuckin’ botherin’ me.” 

You giggle and tear open the wrapping paper, opening the box to see a brand new Stanley cup inside. “Saw one in pink and picked it up,” your brother explains. “You’re always complaining about bein’ thirsty.” You give him a touched smile and hug him tight. “Thanks, bro.” Then you give him a smile as he snaps a pic of you with your cup for your mom. 

“Me next, me next!” Gojo shouts, practically shoving your brother out of the way. He hangs you a rather large and heavy box wrapped in gold paper. “I know you’ll love this one. Suguru told me that it was a good buy.” 

Slowly, you tear off the paper and open the box, grinning at what you find inside: a notebook for your story ideas and expensive-looking ink pens. “For a future New York Times bestellin’ author,” Gojo affectionately says. 

“Awww, Tarou,” you coo. “This is so sweet! Thank you!” You wrap your arms around him tight in a hug, touched by your gifts. He grins, ever so proud of himself. “You’re welcome, cutie. I knew you’d love it.” 

You do. You love all of them so far, including the abundance of gift cards for your favorite local shops that Shoko gifted you. But that joy simmers when Geto walks out of the kitchen, looking sexy as ever in his Christmas apron. “Pancakes are done. I’ve got plain, blueberry, and chocolate chip.” 

“I helped him mix earlier,” your brother proudly states.  “You okay to eat, sis? How’s your throat feeling?” Geto looks concerned too, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows better than to. “Pretty good,” you reply. “I got over my cold yesterday and this morning, I felt much better.” Perhaps Geto’s mouth as some sort of health properties in it. 

“Suguru, come give us your gifts!” Gojo calls, already bringing Geto’s presents out from under the tree. He put all of them in little colorful bags, each one a different color. You suddenly feel hot and stand up just as Geto comes to sit on the couch. “Damn, I forgot my phone,” you huff, glad that you actually did and you don’t have to lie. "I’ll be right back. You guys start without me.” 

You jet as fast as possible and run to your bedroom, gently shutting the door behind you. Your phone lies on the charger on your bed, allowing you some time of peace from your stupid feelings and emotions. 

Knock-knock!

“Yeah?” you call. You turn, seeing the door open just in time. It’s Shoko, holding a golden gift bag for you. “Here’s your gift from Geto. He told me to give it to you.” 

You take it and slowly open it, revealing three gifts that make your heart melt: a new computer case for your MacBook Air, a $100 gift card to Apple, and a glass mug that says “Writer Fuel” in adorable, pink letters. It is a perfect gift just for you. 

Shoko is staring at you curiously, her brows narrowed. “Everything okay, girl?” she asks. Your head snaps up to look up at her and you plaster on a fake smile. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be?” 

But she is not convinced. “Not with you…well, yes, with you, but I meant with Geto. You two are actin’ real weird around each other.” You know better than to continue to play pretend with Shoko, so you sigh, dropping the act. “Did my brother notice?” you ask, scared. 

She shakes her head. “No, but you know that man doesn’t notice anything around him but girls and food.” You giggle despite the situation. “Did somethin’ happen last night? Between you and Geto?” she asks, keeping her voice low. 

Everything inside of you is screaming to not tell her, but once again, you know better. Shoko has her ways around finding shit out as Geto’s PR agent, so you spill the beans. “We kissed at the club before,” you confess. “And then last night, we almost…” You pause, your face growing hot as coals in a fireplace. “Had sex,” you blurt. “But then I found out that he wrote the card.” 

You expect Shoko to look shocked, but instead, she gives you a knowing smile. You gape at her, eyes widening. “You knew?!” you gasp. 

“About the kiss and the almost-sex, no, but shit yeah, I knew about the card. I know my friend’s handwriting, Y/N.” 

You smack her arm, glaring at her as she laughs. “You sneaky little bitch. Why didn’t you tell me then?” 

“Because I wanted you to figure it out for yourself and because it wasn’t important. Your well-being and gettin’ you over that asshole was!” She smirks, a sneaky look in her eyes. “Plus, Gojo and I made a bet over who would make the first move.” 

That explains why Gojo pushed you to go over to Geto at the club. “You’re such assholes,” you growl, but you can’t even bring yourself to really be angry. If everyone else saw that Geto liked you, why didn’t you? You slump onto the edge of the bed, holding your head between your knees. “I’m a fucking mess,” you groan. 

Shoko takes a seat beside you and gently rubs your back. “Just talk to him, babe,” she comfortingly tells you. “It never hurts to talk, right?” 

You shoot up and glare at her, wondering if she has lost her mind. “Are you insane?! I can’t talk to my brother about this! He’ll—”

“Not your brother,” she cuts in, rolling her eyes. “Geto, of course. You obviously like him and liked whatever it is he did to you. And even if you don’t tell him your feelings, you can at least make things better between you so you’re not so awkward whenever he comes around.” 

You are silent, her words rolling around in your head. You are uncertain about speaking to Geto at all, more inclined to just get through the rest of the trip without speaking. Realizing that she’s not going to get an agreement out of you, Shoko stands and gives you a shrug. “It’s up to you, but we leave this evening. You should think about what you wanna do. I’ll save you a plate.” 

Then she leaves you sitting there feeling even more like hot shit. 

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That afternoon, after eating Geto’s pancake breakfast and packing up a good portion of your items, you all hit the ski lodge for some fun in the snow before evening falls. 

Today is supposed to be packed full of activities as one last bang before heading home tonight. The ski lodge also comes with a complimentary buffet and a karaoke bar for weary skiers to come, rest, and drunkenly sing their hearts out with spiked hot chocolate and hottie toddies.

Then, later coming home and resting, Geto is fixing dinner while the rest of you pack up for your trip. You leave at 7PM so you should be home by 9 depending on the traffic and weather. 

You honestly can’t wait to head home. The last three days have been filled with nothing but drama and turmoil instead of relaxation and peace. Instead of escaping your problems, they just followed you here. 

For the sake of the crew, you try to act as normal as possible when you’re squished between Gojo and Shoko in the backseat of the rental, your brother driving and Geto, fortunately, shotgunning. You’re all dressed in your skiing finest—bubble coats, Uggs, boots, beanies, gloves, and ski goggles.

You feel somewhat cute in your puffy pink coat, leg warmers, Uggs, and matching pink gloves and earmuffs. You wanted to go for a “ski lodge princess” look just to make yourself feel better. When you get to the lodge, you find that it is more like an estate, sitting on top of a snowy hillside where the ski lifts travel forwards and backwards. 

The place is crowded with people all looking to hit the ski slopes, white snow stretching as far as the eye can see. Once your brother parks in the lot, you all gather your ski equipment and get in the ridiculously long line for the benches. Geto stands behind you—you can feel him, but you try to ignore him as best as you can by chatting with your brother. 

“Nice place,” you comment, admiring the scenery before you. Your brother grins, wearing his dark goggles. “Right?! I knew I had to pick this place when I looked at the brochure online.” 

You nudge him, nodding up at the people jumping from their benches with their equipment ready, sliding down the hills. “When get to a good spot, just don’t jump off, okay? I don’t need to tell Mom and Dad you fucked up your tibia.” Your brother scoffs as you giggle, earning a nudge back. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Aren’t I the oldest sibling?” 

You open your mouth to shoot something back, but the sound of children gasping stops you short. “I told you guys! That is Geto Suguru!” 

You and your brother curiously turn, finding a gaggle of young boys in their ski vests and goggles ogling at Geto. The man stands there, looking just as confused and curious as you do. They all look like they’re in third grade, but two of the boys push an older-looking one to the front.

The boy is shaking, holding a football in his hands. “M-M-Mr. Geto,” he stutters. “Can you sign my ball p-please?” 

“Get the marker!” another boy hisses, and a Sharpie marker is being passed down through the line of boys to Geto. The athlete smiles, giving your brother a wink, before taking the football. “Sure, man,” he tells the older boy. “I can sign it and play with you guys for a while.” 

“Seriously?!” one of them gasps. Geto’s smile widens and he looks extremely happy at the fact that he’s being noticed by kids instead of crazed, drunk men. “Yeah, you guys look like you’ve got potential. Maybe you can teach me some things.” 

After he finishes signing the ball, nearly causing the older boy to faint, he follows the kids out of the line to an open, empty area in the snow. You watch on as Geto tosses the ball at the kids, keeping his throw pretty light considering how hard and fast he throws in games. One of them jumps and catches it, making the crowd and you cheer. “You were just lucky that time,” Geto tsks. “Move back a little farther! I wanna see how fast you guys can run!” 

Watching him smile, laugh, and play with the kids makes you realize a few things:

One, he is incredible with children and he’d be a great dad (and your ovaries definitely aren't exploding).

Two, there is a reason why he’s the face of his team due to the fact that he’s so easy with people despite his quiet nature. 

And three, you really, really like Geto. The fluttering in your heart isn’t a murmur and the butterflies in your stomach isn’t from breakfast. You can’t fight it or hide it anymore. When you turn your head, your brother is giving you a small smile. “What?” you ask, your heart hammering in your chest. Does he know? 

“Nothin’, it’s just…” He pauses, looking sheepish. “I was gonna say that I’m proud of you, y’know? You had such a horrible Christmas last year, and I really thought that I was gonna lose you to that dickhead, but to see you here now still standin’ so strong…” He stops once again and sniffles. To anyone else, it’s from the cold, but you can tell he’s getting emotional. 

You smile, hugging your brother tight. “Thank you, bro,” you whisper. “I couldn’t have done it without you or the crew.” He hugs you back, squeezing you tight so you wheeze and playfully shove him away. 

When you department, you find that you’re only one couple away from your bench. “Oh, we’re almost next!” you excitedly announce. But when you look for a three person bench for yourself, your brother, and Geto, you see none. “Shit, looks like someone took one of the last three person lifts,” your brother sighs. 

At this point, Geto has returned to the group, his cheeks slightly flushed from playing in the cold. “I can wait.” But Gojo isn’t having that. “What?! No, we do this together, at the same time!” he exclaims. “It won’t hit the same!” 

Shoko rolls her eyes beneath her beanie. “He’s being dramatic, but you sure, Suguru? The line’s gettin’ pretty long.” You turn, seeing that the line has, in fact, grown in size. Quickly juggling your options, you pick the ladder. “I-I can share a two person lift with you,” you stammer. “Bro, you can sit with Gojo and Shoko.” 

You find Shoko’s eye and give her a wink, making her smile. This will at least make your girlfriend proud of you. “That’s fine with me,” she replies, “just as long as you two idiots don’t take up my spot.” Geto looks surprised by your offer, but he doesn’t say anything about it either. You can’t blame him; you already gave off the vibes that you didn’t want to speak to him at all. 

After your trio departs and gets on their lift, yours and Geto finally comes. “After you,” he murmurs and you sit on the bench first, keeping your equipment close. He sits next to you and you listen to the instructor’s words about what to do when the bench lowers before you take off in the air. 

You’ve been on ski lifts before, so the height doesn’t bother you. Besides, even if you did fall, the fluffy snow below would break it. Geto is silent, his breath coming out in white puffs in the cold air. When he senses your eyes, he turns to you. “Hi,” you shyly say, flushing. “Can we talk?” The corner of his lips lifts slightly. “Hey,” he greets. “Sure. Whatever you want.” 

Silences descends again, awkward and tense. “How you feelin’?” he asks. “I’m glad you’re healthy enough to come out here.” You smile, willing the butterflies to chill. “All that rest and your soup helped. I feel 100x better.” 

Silence falls on you again, only filled by the sounds below. Then at the same time, you apologize to each other: “I’m sorry about…” You both pause, shyly laughing. “You first,” you tell him. 

He sniffs, his nose adorably red from the cold. “I’m sorry about the card, and about last night. I took advantage of you at a very vulnerable moment and I—“ 

“Geto, stop,” you firmly interrupt. “You didn’t do that. It takes two to do what we were doing and I wanted it too.” You pause, your face growing hot. “I-I mean, at the time, I did, but no matter how good it was—” 

“You thought I was good?” he asks, smirking. 

“—it can’t happen again. We could’ve gone a lot farther than that, and then how would we feel the next morning?” 

His smirk falters and he nods, silently agreeing with you. “I’m sorry about what I said to you,” you regretfully say. But he shakes his head, placing his gloved hand on yours, making your heart skip a beat. “No, I deserved it. I should’ve thought twice about sneakin’ that card in your bag. I was just too pussy to give it to you face to face.” 

Now is the moment of truth. You lick your lips, slightly dry from the cold. “Do you really have feelings like that for me?” you softly ask, almost afraid to know the answer. Geto sighs, looking like he’s been holding it all in for days now. “I won’t lie to you, sweetheart: I’ve had ‘em since high school.” You swear, you almost pass out. “I just never said anything in fear of ruining my relationship with you and your brother. You two mean the world to me, ‘specially since I barely have family.” 

You feel your heart break off in slivers, sad for your sweet Suguru. His parents died in a car crash before his freshmen year of HS and many of his family members are scattered throughout the country, making it hard to have familial support. You, your brother, Gojo, and Shoko became his family; his life line; his support system. 

At that moment, the realization of this comes crashing into you and you realize that you can’t let your romantic feelings for him get in the way of your friendship. You can’t ruin this. “But I understand if this can’t be anything but a friendship,” he says as if reading your mind. “I love you too much to give that up. I just want you to be happy, Y/N…no matter who you end up with.” 

You feel your eyes well up and you’re glad for the cold wind drying them. You lean over to wrap your arms tight around him…as tight as you can in your bubble coat. “Thank you,” you whisper through eyes wet with tears. “I love you too, Sugu.” And just like that, you’re friends again. 

When you pull away, you wipe your tears, making him laugh. “Why don’t I help you cook dinner tonight?” you ask with a sniffle. “I can peel the vegetables.” 

“Let’s see if you can even still move after this,” he chuckles. “Get ready, we’re about to drop.” The lift bench tilts farther and farther down as it lowers to the snow. You and Geto ready your equipment, your feet placed in the straps on your snowboards and your gloved hands gripping the ski poles. 

Finally, you slip off the bench and hit the snow, screaming as you slide down the snow on your board. Geto zips past you, going much faster, and ends up sliding to a perfect stop while you crash into the snow, falling back first and staring up at the blue sky. He laughs as he helps you up, leading to you tossing snow at his handsome face. 

After two rounds of skiing down the snowy hills and throwing snowballs, you and the crew head to the lodge for some mulled wine, karaoke, and food. You’re filled up with spiked hot chocolate and fondu, tipsy and happy, sitting between your brother and Shoko on a heated couch covered in pillows. Geto sits on the far end while Gojo is sitting on the floor, stretching out his long legs. 

Two girls finally finish their rendition of a Whitney Houston song, the big screen showing the lyrics behind them fading. The room erupts into applause, clapping for the brave folk who have sung so far. “Who’s up next?” the host exclaims. “Don’t be shy, ladies and gents! Everyone here is drunk and friendly!” 

“I’ll go!” Gojo shouts, his hand shooting up. He rises from the floor and bows as people cheer for him, making Geto roll his eyes. “But I need a partner for this too…and don’t look away either ‘cause I’ll just pick you.” He smirks at you and the crew, mischievous and evil. 

Your heart pounds as you take another sip of wine, needing the confidence. “I’ll go,” you giggle. “I’ve got enough vodka in me for it.”

You stand in your pretty sweater, Uggs, and tights, walking over to the microphones with Gojo as everyone cheers you on. You go through the song choices and gasp when you see Wham’s “Last Christmas” on the list. “Oh, this one! I love this song!” you excitedly say. 

When the song starts and you sing with Gojo, all of the nervousness melts away because of the wine, the warmness from the audience, and the look Geto gives you from across the room. While your brother and Shoko record you, Geto’s gaze is warm and adoring, filling you with a familiar feeling you haven’t felt since your ex left you. 

While Gojo is joking, laughing through the lyrics and singing with his tone deaf self, you sing each lyric with conviction and meaning. All for your brother’s best friend. Nobody knows. Nobody understands. And maybe Geto doesn’t either, but he still stares at you as if he is reading you down right through your clothes. 

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you give it away…” 

And though you sing the words right to him, you keep it all hidden through smiles and giggles as if it isn’t real. As if you don’t feel this way. Even if it pains you to not know what it is you might be missing. 

“This year to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special…”

⋆꙳•❅*‧♡‧*❆•꙳⋆ 

When evening finally falls and twilight kisses the snow, you are all packed up and ready to head home. 

You sleep post of the trip home, only waking up when your brother drops Gojo off at his condo. You weren’t awake when Shoko was dropped off. Finally, you reach Geto’s penthouse and help him get his luggage out the back. “Well, it was fun while it lasted,” your brother sighs, smiling at his friend in the cold night. “See you for New Years? You still goin’ tot that fancy industry party?” 

“Not by choice,” Geto grumbles, looking like he’s dreading it. “It’s just for charity anyway, but afterward, maybe we can hit up a club.” Your bother guffaws, dapping Geto up. “Damn straight! Shit, you’re the celebrity friend!” 

Geto rolls his eyes, smiling at his friend before hugging him tight. “Whatever. Merry Christmas, bro.” Then it’s your turn. He turns to you, looking so damn cute in his beanie hat and coat. As your brother gets back in the car, he opens his arms and like a moth to a flame, you go to them, pushing your smaller body against his bigger one. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.” 

You press your cheek into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body through his designer coat. “Merry Christmas, Suguru. Get some rest.” His hug lingers a little longer than necessary, making you fall deeper and deeper for him the more it does. “Uh, Suguru?” you whisper. “I’m getting cold.” 

Quickly, he releases you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Fuck, sorry,” he huffs. “Thanks again for the gift. I truly love it.” You gifted him brand new gloves for his snow games and a beanie with fibers that keep your scalp warm. You smile, happy to hear that. “Of course. And good luck with that snow game.” 

He gives you a silent “thank you” with a smile, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminating his face. Dammit. “Maybe I’ll see you there or at the NYE party. I could spare you a ticket.” You nod, smiling, but you don’t feel like it’s quite real. None of this feels real. It feels rehearsed and natural; awkward despite your talk. You two stand together for a minute more, more words on your tongue. 

HONK-HONK! 

Your bother hits the horn, impatient, and Geto gives your gloved hand a squeeze. “Stay warm, sweetie.” Before you can reply, he leaves with his luggage, leaving you stand there with your tummy fluttering and your skin buzzing. 

When you get back in the car, you can hardly breathe, so you leave the window cracked. Your brother curiously glances at you as he backs out of Geto’s driveway. “Damn, that was like watchin’ a soap opera,” he jokes. “You two get into a fight or somethin’?” 

You are silent, still taken aback by your body’s response to just being near Geto. You know know that if you keep this in, you’ll suffer. To hell with the friendship!