Turn of Events (Makoto Tachibana x Reader)

Warning: slightly hardly noticeable suggestive content.

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The whole process had happened rather quickly, really. One moment you had been standing in Iwatobi's poolside locker room with Makoto, searching for extra towels, the next, you had made eye contact with the green-eyed teen, shortly afterwards finding your back pressed up against the cold metal rows. Now you were here; your fingers tangled in the taller male's smooth brown locks, and his hands gently placed on your hips, your mouths pressed together with sentiment.

Despite the compromising position the two of you now stood in, you couldn't help but to quickly ponder over what had happened before you walked into this place.

Nagisa and Gou had, oh so conveniently, knocked over the pile of the team's towels, sending them flying into the pool. In retrospect, the stack had been placed much too close to the edge of the pool in the first place, not in their usual place on a chaise nearby; this hinting that the whole ordeal had been planned by your aforementioned friends.

They had been very dramatic, too dramatic, really. A lot of "oh, what are we to do?!"'s and "I simply cannot believe that this has happened!"'s had been thrown around, before they had decided that obviously, you and Makoto should go and look for extra towels in the small building- pushing you over the entire way there, and stating that the rest of the team would go look in the school gym, before closing the door.

You knew that the rest of the team had quite a penchant for the sweet relationship between you and the tall male, but they were also quite frustrated with the fact that you hadn't kissed yet. Gou, Nagisa, even Rei and Haru, had all tried many times to push you and Makoto into progressing the relationship, but the both of you were still a bit too shy around each other and too unsure to begin anything.

But, here you were now.

You almost cursed the fact that their plotting had worked, but as you remembered just where you were, it didn't really matter anymore.

Finally, you lost yourself in the daze that was Makoto's kiss. It was at that moment when he hesitantly let his tongue roam past his lips, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you when you felt it on your mouth.

He pulled away quickly after that, flushed from both embarrassment and pleasure, and began to ramble. "S-Sorry, (y/n)! I shouldn't have done that! Uh...we can stop if you want, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I know that I started this-"

Makoto was cut off by your lips pressed against his- you had leaned up on your toes to reach him, as he had straightened up to his full height. You chuckled breathily when you pulled away, only slightly, and spoke. "It's okay Makoto, I was just surprised, that's all."

"Oh..." He was a bit flustered again, but nonetheless gave you a bright smile. "I probably should have asked you this before, but...could I...kiss you? Again?"

You didn't answer at first, taking the time to pull him down by the lapels of his sports jacket so he was leaning to your height. "Definitely."

And so, his mouth was hot on yours once more. He smoothed his hands down your back and pulled you away from the lockers, leaving you with your arms locked around the back of his neck. Makoto finally smoothed his tongue onto yours, and you sighed into him at the feeling, pushing yourself up at him just a little more.

The movement made him take a short step back in surprise, but he didn't remove his lips from yours when he felt the cool metal of a bench behind his legs. Instead, he sat on it, pulling you down so that you were almost straddling him, your knees resting at the sides of his thighs.

This in itself was a bit astonishing; you hadn't made Makoto out to be as forward as this, especially not with the way he had reacted to you just a few moments ago. However, as his fingers trailed their way over your spine and sent shocks zipping down your core, you realized that you should probably stop overthinking things when you were in a heated embrace with the guy of your dreams.

Pulling away from the male's mouth, you decidedly attached your lips to his jaw, moving your way down his throat. He yelped quietly when you nipped at his neck, clutching tighter at your waist, and you quickly lathed your tongue over the spot that was quickly turning red.

"(Y-Y/n)..." He panted, warm breath fanning over your ear. The brunet's cheeks were heavily flushed and his green eyes were shut tight as you moved a hand down from his collar to trace over his muscular torso, and you noted a tightening feeling making itself known in your abdomen as he groaned.

You brought your face back up to Makoto's once more and he was fast to reconnect your lips. His hand had landed itself on top of the one you had skimming over his midsection and was now holding it over his chest, underneath which you could feel his heart beating just as rapidly as yours.

This time it was you who slid your tongue past his lips, and as you intertwined it with his own, you used your free hand to gingerly tilt his head further to the side. You felt the male's breathing becoming increasingly ragged against your cheek, due to the proximity of his nose.

Leaving your fingers to clutch fiercely at the side of his jaw, just under his burning ears, you hummed pleasantly. When the hand he had clamped just above your bottom ground you against his hips, you pulled away slightly to gasp out his name. Makoto was quick to press his lips to yours again, though, so your cry was swallowed by his eager mouth.

Just as the hand with which he held your own let go and moved underneath your top in favour of migrating up the smooth skin hidden under your shirt, almost reaching your chest, someone called out a little too loudly from outside the window.

"Yeah, our plan worked! Get it, Mako-chan!" The two of you froze, pulling away from each other, both of you blushing even more when a strand of saliva connected the two of you still. His face was rosy and his lips were red from kissing, but he looked as adorable as always.

"You idiot, Nagisa! They heard you!" A female's voice scolded, and you heard the aforementioned teen cry out; Gou had probably whacked him.

"Oh my god..." Your face had gone completely red, and you buried it into Makoto's neck. Had they been standing there the whole time? This was basically voyeurism!

Your counterpart was doing no better than you, green eyes hooded and a tad disoriented as he looked anywhere that wasn't the window that you now knew your friends were hiding by.

You finally pulled away from your provisional hiding place, and turned your head towards the window, glaring at the pair of magenta eyes that glanced back.

"Seriously, you guys?!" You fumed, grudgingly standing up from Makoto's lap. The brown-haired male was still frazzled, so you grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand next to you.

"What?" Nagisa feigned innocence as you and the tall male exited the locker room.

"You can't just do that! It's creepy!" You were mortified, but you held your ground against the short teen. And don't think I didn't see the rest of you!"

There was a scuffle from the side of the building, and soon enough a grinning Gou emerged with a reluctant Rei beside her.

"I'm sorry (y/n), it wasn't my idea!" The bespectacled male insisted, bowing consistently.

Makoto still hadn't spoken, but the look on his face was a visible mix of embarrassment and disbelief.

"...You too, Haru." You turned to the pool, annoyed. You heard a light splash before the dark haired boy popped his head out from the water, and you could've sworn that a hint of a smirk flickered on his usually stoic face.

You glared at the four of them, before sighing. You knew you wouldn't get anywhere with a lecture, only Rei would pay mind, if the smug looks on the faces of your other three companions had anything to say about it. "You guys are terrible. You didn't even find towels, did you?"

"...Neither did you!" Nagisa winked, and Makoto had to wrap his arm around your shoulders to restrain you from pushing the blond into the pool.

"It's okay, (y/n), you know they meant well!" Makoto tried. He still sounded quite embarrassed, so you guessed that he was just trying to calm you down.

You looked up at him, incredulous, and locked your (e/c) eyes with his own emerald ones. "Come on, they were watching us...you know!"

The male only laughed nervously as he blushed again, throwing a hand behind his neck.

"You're such a dork." You sighed, but smiled gently up at him before turning to the rest of the team with a hardened scowl.

"As for all of you, go find towels. Now." They looked terrified, and ran off quickly. "That means you too, Haru."

The black-haired teen resurfaced from the pool and lazily made his way out of the water, following in the direction of his underclassmen.

"That was so embarrassing!" You complained, burying your face in your hands.

Makoto laughed, and gripped your hands tenderly, pulling them away from your head and holding them in front of you, smoothing his thumbs over your knuckles.

"You'll be fine, (y/n)." He ran a hand through his hair, was still ruffled from your previous activities. "They shouldn't bug us for too long about it if you keep glaring at them."

You giggled, and beamed up at him. The tall male leant down and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Next time, I guess we'll just have to go somewhere more...private." He murmured in your ear, and you found your cheeks blazing again.

You sputtered, and Makoto sent you a sheepish grin as he pulled away from you.

Gazing up at him questioningly through your lashes, a challenging smile graced your features.

"Yes, I suppose we will."