Free Iwatobi Swim Club x Reader

Sleepover [Makoto x reader]

It had been a nice long day, full of fun and excitement. Still, thank goodness it was over. If the field trip wasn't enough, then you spent the rest of your time watching your favorite swim club and even had extra time to hang out.

Some time had sure passed, and it was now night time. Surely, everyone had left your house. You thought so anyway.

After your shower, you popped your head out the bathroom door: complete privacy. With a giant T-shirt on your body and dripping wet hair, you walked along the house, readjusting to complete silence.

Well, almost complete you were startled by a hint of light breathing.

It's coming from the living room, you thought.

Nonetheless, you found your nit picky self checking every room to find the source, completely unsuccessful. Indeed, the living room was best bet.

You peered inside, and on the large couch facing you, you discovered one of the team members had been left at your place.

To your luck, Makoto Tachibana was sleeping on your living room couch.

Oh my goodness! you repeated in your head again and again.

No one even bothered to wake him up; the situation was far from normal. However, you didn't let it get to you.

You were enticed by that precious sleeping beauty. If you had been bold enough, you would have felt him up in his dreams. Still, that was wrong, and you wouldn't do that to a friend.

In fact, here you were in the middle of a moment when you wondered if you liked him as just a friend: probably not. You advanced toward him slowly, not even stopping yourself.

Oh dear, you kept monologuing in your head, it would be really heartless just to wake him up at this hour and bluntly inform him that his friends left him here.

Still, what else can I do? Why would I just leave him here and let him tempt me? I could still leave and sleep in my room, just ignore him--uuughh, it's not that easy though! Why did this happen to--ohhh...

In the next minute, you were sitting on the couch, still stroking his slightly damp hair. He didn't even flinch; then again, you didn't stop yourself from doing it.

You know, you said to yourself, he's been in the water almost all day. Maybe he's a little chilly.

In your friendly fashion, you dragged the nearest blanket and covered him, tucking his feet inside. Still no reaction.

From that point on, you figured that being around him in his sleep was not bothersome. Perhaps you would stick around a few more minutes.

Maybe you would even sleep in the same room--or would it be too much? Taking his side again, you cradled his cheek in your hand. A light sigh tickled your palm, and you nudged a thumb over his bottom lip.

Your eyes widened--so soft. Those lips were a pair you could easily fantasize about. You continued, drawing the line under his chin and skimming his neck with your fingertip.

As you drew it lower, your body warmed up. A chill of excitement danced down your spine when you traced along his collarbone and descended into the chest.

Your face flushed immensely--it was so tempting to slide your hands underneath and feel the real warm flesh. He seemed undisturbed, so you couldn't help but wonder.

You held your breath, and after rubbing your hands together for more warmth, you slid them under carefully. Makoto flinched lightly under your touch, but quickly relaxed to your relief.

You were red as a beet as your finger tips were drawing each line of the abs and chest.

Why? Why? Why am I still doing this??

Deft, but hesitant, you drew your hands out. In a moment of fan girlish delight, you were rubbing your cheeks with the warmth of Makoto's body.

At least he wasn't awake to watch you act like a complete dweeb! Still, you decided it wasn't enough to help you sleep that night.

You assumed that a quick cuddle would do you some good instead with a gulp, you slinked your body onto the large couch with him and nudged your head closer and closer until it happened: you were resting on Makoto's chest.

Honestly, you wanted to squeal, but your body relaxed, a deep exhale escaping your lips. Continually, you took these deep breaths in through your nose and out so you wouldn't freak out anyway and scare the poor guy.

Just your luck, one of his arms was soon wrapped around your waist, making things feel more intimate and less one-sided.

Your hands ventured down from his shoulders to his back, hugging him tightly now his light breaths tickled the top of your head this was perfect

After a few minutes of this, I should sleep soundly...

This was the last thing you thought before falling asleep with Makoto.

The next morning was bright and early. You were about ready to shoot up like a speeding bullet as Makoto was waking up right after you.

After a slight stretch, those already sleepy eyes took a first glance at the sun and then down to your (color) hair.

"What? Why am I still here?" was only what you expected him to say.

Your body shook with utter delight at the reality: he rubbed your soft locks and whispered:

"Hey, baby."

Yes, you certainly liked him as more than just a friend.