Idolish7 Oneshots. (Lemons,fluffs,angst)

(Smut) Nagi x Iori

After a long day at school, Iori headed to bed. He was exhausted from exams and stressed From trying to help Tamaki.

With a sigh of relief, he entered his room and shut the door, plopping down on his bed.

However, his door opened with a creak, and saw the ever so familiar and friendly face of Nagi peering around it.

"Oh Iori! You forgot your Goodnight hug!" He said, looking the most disappointed, sad puppy eyes and all.

Iori apologised and stood up so Nagi could hug him. He enjoyed the comfort of a nightly hug (not that he'd ever admit it) and he was lucky since he had one from Mitsuki and the other from Nagi.

He was pulled into that big chest, full of warmth and a sense of home. However, just like each night, both hands cupped his backside and squeezed it, causing him to scream "Rokuya-San!!!!"

Nagi laughed, enjoying the sound Iori made when he did it. Although tonight, he felt risky, and wanted to experiment what would happen if he squeezed again. Could Iori's face go more red? Would he press legal charges? Would he beat the shit out of him? Who knows?

So, with his science game on, Nagi squished Iori's butt again, and again, and again.

"Rokuya-San!" The first squeeze.

"R-Rokuya-S-San!" The second squeeze.

Iori rested his flushed face on Nagi's shoulder. "Hah!...Rokuya-San..." He mumbled, arms falling limp as he made a pouty, tired face, complimented by the flush he wore.

'Oh...Oh....' Nagi thought. He'd stepped too close to a landmine and it was clear that it had to go off.

Iori pushed Nagi away and turned around. "Please... leave me alone..." he whispered, voice wavering. Wether it was in lust or embarrassment Nagi didn't know. But he decided it was best to leave.

"Goodnight, Iori," Nagi whispered, shutting the door with a gentle, creaky click.

The next couple of days were awkward, the pair only exchanging greetings and goodbyes, but acting as usual in front of their friends.

Nagi's dilemma was that he could not get Iori's facial expression out of his head, and Iori's, was that he really enjoyed having his butt squeezed like that.

In the end, Nagi was fed up of being left hanging and decided to go and talk to Iori.

On Saturday night, He made his way to Iori's room late at night when everyone was sleeping. He knew (as everyone else did) that Iori was up late studying.

Without even knocking, Nagi opened the door, causing Iori to jump and look at him, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Iori, we need to talk!" Nagi huffed, closing the door and barricading it with his body.

"Rokuya-San, please understand that I'm busy studying." Iori bluntly stated, sighing heavily as, in reality, he didn't want to talk to Nagi for one obvious reason.

"Iori, I'm sorry, please forgive me! I didn't mean to overstep the boundaries. It was inappropriate of me, please forget about it..." Nagi apologised, inching closer and closer by the word, until he was face to face with Iori.

"It's fine, Rokuya-San, please leave now," Iori coughed, a bright flush on his face. He looked up to Nagi with wet eyes, looking like he was about to cry.

"Oh Iori," Nagi sighed sadly, he brought Iori in for a quick, gentle hug,  sincere in all its apologetic form.

Nagi felt slightly smaller hands on his back that gently grasped the back of his shirt, cheek on chest, body's touching.