The Book Of IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:Vale, and ZOOL Oneshots

Minami × Iori (Half-Smut)

(A/N): So I was thinking about how Minami would refer to Riku, and it’d be ‘Nanase-san’, right? And that’s what Iori calls Riku, and I realized how similar they are. So this happened. And Minami and Iori are exactly the same height. 174 centimeters, 5 feet 8 inches. I’m not kidding. So for the purposes of this fic Mina’s a little taller. And neither of them are definite tops or bottoms, since they experimented wildly when they were young.

Iori sighed.

“Izumi-san, what’s wrong?” Minami said, calmly smoothing Iori’s bangs off his forehead. Iori smiled softly and shook his head.

“It’s nothing, Natsume-san,” He said, pressing a kiss to Minami’s neck, “Just lost in thought.”

Minami laughed quietly. “You know you can tell me anything, Izumi-san.”

Iori smiled and leaned closer to Minami. “We both know we keep secrets, Natsume-san.”

They’d been dating for years and had just moved in together a few months ago. Most people would have already broken up by now, but Iori and Minami weren't most people. They'd started out as mutual acquaintances of one of Iori's classmates, Haruka. Eventually they became friends with benefits, until they realized it had become something more.

They had started having sex when Iori was thirteen and Minami was fifteen.

Yeah, perfectionist thirteen-year-old Iori and seclusive Minami at fifteen hooking up.

They just weren’t normal people. At that age, normal people would have been going through tough times and questioning themselves. At their age now, people normally would have long forgotten each other and broken up. But now they shared a flat together and were cuddling on the couch.

Iori sighed again and shifted into a more comfortable position - namely, Minami’s lap. Minami simply smiled and started carding his hands through Iori’s hair.

Iori closed his eyes and curled up against Minami’s chest, breathing in his scent. Minami always smelled like something Iori couldn’t place, but something that reminded him of broken glass and sakura, oddly enough. Even if he’d just woken up with Iori always thought to be the cutest bedhead, or covered in too-many-to-count rounds of sex, sweat, and cum. Iori often found that Minami’s scent always helped him relax, like now.

Iori heard Minami chuckle quietly. “You look so cute like this, Izumi-san,” He said, “So docile and obedient.”

Iori opened his eyes and glared at Minami, sure his cheeks were pink. “I could say the same for you, Natsume-san,” He said crossly, “Just a week ago you couldn’t even- Ah!”

Iori yelped, cheeks flaming as Minami playfully nipped at his ear. “Natsume-san!”

“Is something wrong, Izumi-san?” Minami said breathily, moving from Iori’s ear to his neck, “Because, quite frankly, I’m not seeing the problem.”

Iori felt his breath hitch as Minami sucked on a particular spot on his neck. It was impossible not to know each other’s ins and outs with the time they had spent together and the acts they had done, and they knew each other like clockwork.

But Iori could turn the tables too. He moved to straddle Minami’s hips with his knees, their faces so close their breath mixed. “You aren’t the only one, Natsume-san.”

Minami chuckled and placed his hands on Iori’s hips. “So lovely, Izumi-san,” He breathed, “You look so good right now.”

Iori shivered in delight, Minami’s praise burning inside him. “I could look sexier,” He said, then crashed their lips together.

The kiss was hot, and every place Minami touched burned. Iori parted his lips, just enough for Minami to teasingly dart hi tongue inside Iori’s mouth and pull away. He gave chase.

The next was almost sweet, Iori tilting his head for a better angle and softly keening. Minami’s hands traveled from his hips to under his shirt, pinching and rubbing his nipples. It made Iori gasp and keen louder.

Iori broke the kiss, panting and knowing his face was completely red. Minami’s hands dropped back down to his hips. Iori felt his gaze roaming his body, from his red face to his too-big and too-tight boxers that hid nothing to his bare legs.

“You were right, Izumi-san,” Minami purred, purposefully putting his thumbs over Iori’s nipples, “You can look sexier.”

Iori moaned as Minami moved his thumbs. The fabric of his shirt was way too thin to hide anything really, especially the way he reacted when Minami touched him like that. “Na- Natsume-san!”

“I wonder how tight you are right now, Izumi-san,” Minami mused, dark gaze locking onto Iori’s eyes. Iori shivered as he seductively licked his lips. “Or maybe you’re just needily clenching around nothing and waiting for me, hmm?”

Iori whined and arched his back, throwing out his hips and putting his hands on Minami’s shoulders. He was sure his face was completely red, and his lips might have been kiss-swollen already. “Please,” He said.

Minami laughed and kissed him, slow and soft and sweet and long. “Beg me, Izumi-san. I know you can.”

Iori whine. “Natsume-san,” He begged, burying his head in Minami’s shoulder, “I want you inside me, I want to feel you move. I want to get wrecked by you, get destroyed. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t move for days.”

“I knew you could do it, Izumi-san,” Minami purred, ducking his head to nip at Iori’s collarbone. “So needy, begging to be fucked into the bed. So sexy.”

Iori gulped and buried his head farther in Minami’s shoulder. “P-please,” He mumbled, making fists of Minami’s shirt.

Minami chuckled. “And how am I supposed to resist that bedroom talk, hmm?” He said, pressing a kiss to Iori’s shoulder. He whined.

Iori barely noticed when Minami got up and padded to the bedroom, all while cooing dirty praise in his ear. Iori shivered, the words tumbling around his mind until he could think of nothing else.

Iori whined as he was pressed into thee bed, keening as Minami spread his legs apart. Minami chuckled, lifting one of his legs to kiss the inside of Iori’s thigh. “You look so cute like this, Izumi-san, so pretty beneath me and whining so needily. So,” He paused, moving so he was breathing on that part of Iori, “Sexy.”

Iori’s eyes glazed over and he moaned. “Please, Natsume-san,” He begged.

“Fuck me.”