Snowman drabbles part 1
Various Snowman drabbles and fics I’ve done over the years for Shiritori. Ranging from G to NC-17. Vast Majority as Iwamoto/Sakuma.
Title: Not too shabby
Fandom: Snowman
Genre: General.
Pairing: None
Summary: Sakuma is the best at the gym, that is until Iwamoto joins.
“You're not too bad yourself” Sakuma wheezed slightly out of breath. It had been a long day at the gym. He looked over at the new student, who Sakuma had been positive was way too tall to pull off any real gymnastic moves. He had seen the other male and immediately thought he was in the wrong class. Sakuma was the best at the gym for gymnastics and often practiced on his own because no one was quiet as advanced as he was. It was a huge shock when the boy, who was introduced as Iwamoto Hikaru, was put on the beams with him to practice. Skeptical, but not one to be outright rude, Sakuma nodded to the other and continued with his own training.
He was a little worried when his turn had ended, the last thing he wanted was to be the first on the scene of an injury. The second Iwamoto started his flips, Sakuma couldn’t stop gaping. Though tall and muscular, Iwamoto glided through the air. Once he was off the beam he turned to Sakuma for his turn, and started to laugh. “Everyone underestimates me at first, doesn’t last long.” There was pride and amusement in Iwamoto’s voice. Sakuma turned away and blushed, he messed up.
“Sorry”, Sakuma let the word slip quietly before taking his turn. He shook his head, determined to not let his embarrassment at being called out stop him from training. “You know, you’re pretty good.” Iwamoto still had a smile on his face, but a small gleam in his eyes spoke of a competitive side. Sakuma tilted his head and and grinned. It had been far too long since he had a decent rival. Moving to the mats, the two started to compete like they would at a competition. They seemed perfectly matched, Sakuma’s lithe body giving him an edge, but Iwamoto’s power and accuracy outshined him. Soon, the world slipped away and all that mattered was the feel of the mat under them and the adrenaline rush of pushing their limits. By the time the two finally realized what had happened everyone in the gym was cheering and staring at them in awe. The coach had a gleam in his eyes, one that told of coming trophies and the excitement of more members for the team.
Sakuma was beat red, he was exhausted now that he was coming down from his high, but it was still a little embarrassing to be the center of attention suddenly. He looked over at Iwamoto, who was having a similar reaction, though he seemed admittedly more relaxed about it. Iwamoto caught his eye, “You’re not bad. Almost as good as me.” The crack in his voice showed a bit of nervousness, cute. Sakuma smiled and realized this was the start of something new.
Title: Safe Warmth
Pair: Watanbe/Miyadate
Rating: PG-13 for naked cuddles
Summary: Sometimes, Watanabe just wants skin on skin contact, and nothing more.
There was nothing but skin between them at that moment, and Watanabe couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t need there to be sex, though it was nice, and he didn’t need there to be much communication. He just wanted to be skin to skin with someone. At the moment, that someone was Miyadate, his most frequent cuddle partner. They had been together so long, all he had to do was look at Miyadate and tug on his sleeve for the other boy to know what he wanted. More often than not they had sex, but that wasn’t the most important part for Watanabe. He just wanted to feel the warmth of someone next to him, the feeling of contentment washing over him as he felt safe and secure. He moved to his other side, Miyadate was still asleep, snoring slightly and looking at peace. Watanabe smiled, he studied the face that had always been with him, and couldn’t help but note the changes. The filled out angles of Miyadate’s jaw, the loss of the round cheeks in favor of sharper defined ones, and how the once lanky body had now evolved into hard muscle.
Sensing eyes on him, Miyadate blinked his eyes open and looked back at Watanabe blearily. “You ok?” he yawned, not fully conscious but still wanting to make sure. Watanabe flashed him a brilliant smile, one that was far too happy for six am. “You’re being weird again, aren’t you?” he accused affectionately. Knowing nothing is wrong, Miyadate let his eyes drop and his dreams take over him once more.
Watanabe let him fall back asleep. They didn't need to be up for another two hours, and personally, Watanabe would take all the cuddle time he could get. Wrapped in the warmth of their two bodies against each other, he couldn’t be happier.
Title: So hot
Pair: General, mentioned Watanabe/Miyadate
Rating: G
Summary: It’s been so hot lately, that Snowman strip and lay on the floor.
This heat wave was proving to be a challenge for the members of Snowman. They did their work, but as soon as they were back to the safety of their dressing room, clothes flew in random directions. Watanabe was down to his boxers in record time as he laid down on the cool linoleum. Miyadate momentarily wondered when they last time they had cleaned the floor was before he joined his boyfriend, deciding that the cool floor was worth it. Their band-members slowly joined them, each shedding the layers of clothes they were wearing before falling to the ground. Normally they would be on top of one another, but the heat made their bodies sticky and unpleasant to be around at the moment. Sakuma was the last to join their circle on the floor, moving furniture out of the way to ensure all of their limbs fit. Iwamoto made a motion for Sakuma to join them. Surveying his sweaty band-mates, Sakuma smiled slightly. He wasn’t really as uncomfortable as the rest of them, his lower body temperature allowing him to still be comfortable. Finally choosing to join his friends, he stripped down to a tank top and his boxers before joining the circle on the floor. Watanabe reached out and grabbed his fingers from across the circle, a happy smile on his face. Soon more fingers joined until they were all connected in the middle of the circle. It was hot, they were tired, but at least they were together.
Title: A hole in the wall
Pairing: Sakuma/Iwamoto, Nabesho/Date
Rating: R
Summary: There was a hole in the wall separating them, Watanabe can’t resist.
A hole in the hotel wall allowed Watanabe to peek into the room next door. Miyadate gave him a disapproving stare, but said nothing of Watanabe's antics. He was far too used to the others strangeness.
Watanabe gave Miyadate a happy grin before he returned to his task. He watched Sakuma and Iwamoto move around their room. He was starting to doubt anything interesting would happen that night when all of a sudden Iwamoto stripped his shirt and flopped onto the bed. Sakuma eyed his muscled back for a moment before he climbed on top of Iwamoto and began to run his hands over the younger male’s back.
Iwamoto let out a low groan as Sakuma's fingers worked through the many knots in his back. Sakuma grinned as he continued to give Iwamoto an amazing back massage. He leaned forward, and kissed around the nape of Iwamoto's neck, down his shoulder blades. Iwamoto's breath hitched at the sensual feeling of Sakuma's soft lips against his back.
Watanabe let out a breath, his fingers rubbed against the front of his sweatpants. He could feel himself hardening as he watched his bandmates. Carefully he slipped his hand past his waistband and began to palm himself. He could feel the hardened flesh twitch under his fingers as he continued to keep one eye on the other room.
Sakuma pushed himself up, content to have Iwamoto beneath him. “Anywhere you want?”
“Lower back.” was the muffled response. Iwamoto kept his head down on his arms, fully content with his current life.
Sakuma complied, his hands splayed out on Iwamoto's back before he moved down and began to massage the lower back. Iwamoto let out a loud moan at the feeling, the sharp pain coupled with the pleasure was euphoric.
Watanabe let out a gasp at the noise Iwamoto made. Sakuma stilled his hands suddenly. Watanabe used his free hand to cover his mouth, his own hand stopped moving on his cock. All was still for a moment, the only sound was Miyadate flipping through a manga.
After being satisfied that he was just hearing things. Sakuma resumed his massage. He let his hands go lower ghosting over Iwamoto's ass. He squeezed lightly, Iwamoto let out a light moan.
Watanabe couldn't contain his moans, his fingers swiped across the tip of his cock. The noise was loud enough for Sakuma to push off of Iwamoto and stamp over towards the wall Watanabe was peaking through.
With panic Watanabe practically flew away from the wall and into Miyadate's lap. Sakuma found the hole and glared inside their room. "Date, keep your pervert of a boyfriend under control!" A piece of cloth suddenly filled the hole up, and the sound of stamping, followed by clothes being thrown off could be heard from the other room.
Watanabe breathed a sigh of relief once Sakuma was gone, relaxing in Miyadate's arms. To his credit Miyadate tried to look a little upset with Watanabe, but the look melted with Watanabe's lips on his own. "Ne, that got me going. I want you."
Title: Switch the top
Pairing: Sakuma/Iwamoto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes, it’s nice to switch.
His palms itched as he held on tightly to the hips beneath his. Sakuma groaned, his control sparse as he waited for Iwamoto to adjust. It wasn't often that Sakuma was given the OK to top, so he tried to savor every moment when it did happen. The look of Iwamoto beneath him nearly took Sakuma's breath away, his face flushed, nose scrunched up cutely, and his eyes shut tight as he
adjusted.
After what seemed like forever of forcing himself to stay still, Iwamoto let out a deep breath. Suddenly the tight heat around him lessened and Sakuma let his hips give an experimental thrust. He was met with Iwamoto's dark brown eyes, pupils blown wide. Iwamoto is surprisingly loud as a bottom. A constant string of noises erupted from his mouth as his head moved from side to side.
Sakuma put his trained muscles to work as his thrusts grew more powerful. Iwamoto's loud moans made Sakuma happy that they were alone in the house. “F-fuck! Daisuke harder! Ugh, right there!”
Sakuma dug his knees into the mattress as he tried to comply with Iwamoto's request. He changed the angle and Iwamoto let out a loud whine. “Oh good fucking god, there again!” the deep husk of Iwamoto's voice nearly drove Sakuma over the edge.
“Shit,” Sakuma tried to block out Iwamoto's dirty demands, he didn't want this to be a short thing. He tried to keep his angle as he picked up the pace. Sakuma's whole body was buzzing, his body tense.
Iwamoto finally released one of his hands from his grip on the sheets. His fingers wrapped around his half hard cock. He would never admit to Sakuma just how good it felt. He was fully hard after less than two jerks of his fist. Iwamoto wasn't going to last long, and he knew it. He could at least ensure that Sakuma wouldn't last long either. “Fuck Daisuke, you're so fucking hot like this. Ah! S-should let you fuck me more often.”
That did it. Sakuma let himself go after he heard those words. His hips snapped roughly into Iwamoto's body. He forced himself to drive into that one spot, he wanted to make Iwamoto's big mouth finally stop talking.
Iwamoto threw his head back, his hand gripped his cock tightly as he forced his hand to move the way he wanted. With Sakuma hitting his spot so relentlessly Iwamoto's orgasm surprised him. His come splashed across his stomach and fist.
Sakuma felt a twinge of satisfaction as he felt Iwamoto lose it beneath him. He knew better than to watch, he would come just from the sight. Instead he just focused on breathing. Finally he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. “Hikaru? Can I do what you do to me?” Sakuma still felt a bit embarrassed about saying the actual words involved, but he knew that Iwamoto understood.
Iwamoto was so content he simply nodded his head. Sakuma forced his body to move faster as he chased his release. It wasn't long before Sakuma pulled himself out of Iwamoto's body. He moved to the side of the bed his hand pumping him to full completion. His come covered Iwamoto's right cheek. Sakuma had to admit there was some appeal to watching his come splatter across someone's face. He breathed heavily for a moment, his eyes closed as he came down from his high.
When Sakuma opened his eyes Iwamoto was almost asleep, apparently worn out from the long day and sex. Sakuma’s face had a content smile as he went and got a wet washcloth to clean them both. Once Sakuma was satisfied he looked down at Iwamoto's sleeping face. “Your mouth is really something when you bottom.”
Title: Short enough for you
Pairing: Sakuma/Iwamoto
Rating: G
Summary: Sakuma is self conscious of their height difference.
Be it at work, with his friends, or even in his love life, Sakuma Daisuke was always the short one. Of course there were exceptions to that, jrs who had yet to go through puberty, and a handful of same or slightly shorter coworkers. Lately it seemed to Sakuma though, that he was always the tiny one in comparison.
Hashimoto's loud laugh broke Sakuma out of his thought process. As of late Sakuma had found himself sharing his boyfriend with the lovable Z of ABC-Z. Sakuma didn't mind, they were all friends after all. However, he could not help but feel like maybe he was inadequate by comparison.
“Hey, Daisuke are you up for some karaoke tonight?” Iwamoto's strong arms wrapped around Sakuma's shoulders. The smile on Hashimoto's face informed Sakuma that this was not a date. He nodded, aware that it would make both younger males happy.
Kawai appeared in the doorway to collect Hashimoto, the tallest member of the debuted band pouted as he said goodbye to everyone with generous hugs and some casual gropes. Iwamoto from Sakuma's point of view almost seemed sad to let Hashimoto go.
The rest of the work day went by in a blur. Dance practice, rehearsal for a play, then a POTATO photo-shoot. Sakuma kept his thoughts to himself as he let his auto-pilot get him into his street clothes. Iwamoto wrapped his arms around his freshly clothed boyfriend. “Hey, Daisuke, are you ok?” The worry was genuine and reminded Sakuma that Iwamoto loved him.
“Yeah, just off in space.” Sakuma smiled as bright a smile as he could muster at that time. Iwamoto eyed him for a moment before he nodded his head. At least for now, the matter what dropped, Sakuma thought to himself.
Iwamoto's phone buzzed in his pocket, which caused the couple to break apart. He read the message before giving Sakuma a shy smile. “Looks like Hasshi got more added to his schedule. So how about a date?”
Sakuma's ears burned. They had been dating for more than a year, but he still felt himself get embarrassed. “Sounds good. Where do you want to go?”
Iwamoto gave Sakuma a huge grin. “How about we go to that manga cafe you like?” At the mention Sakuma's eyes lit up. He grabbed Iwamoto's hand and almost dragged him away. Both of them shouted their goodbyes as they left.
On the train Sakuma looked at Iwamoto out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't common for Iwamoto to suggest such places without it being a special deal. Sakuma wracked his brain for a possible reason. He came up with none, as such he let out a sigh. A hand squeezed his own for a moment. The crowded train kept their intimate touch a secret. Sakuma looked up at Iwamoto's smiling face, and realized that Iwamoto thought that something was really bothering him, so he was trying to cheer him up.
Sakuma let out a chuckle, which received a raised eyebrow from Iwamoto. Sakuma shook his head, and promised to tell him when they sat down. Iwamoto agreed, though he did give Sakuma a pout before hand.
Once inside the cafe they sat down in a more secluded spot. A waitress dressed up in cat ears took their order. Sakuma felt himself relax in the familiar place. Not one to let things just hang, Sakuma figured he should tell Iwamoto what was on his mind while he had the courage to do it. “So, is it a pain? To be with someone so much shorter than you? I mean Hasshi is almost your height, and you guys match. With me, you always have to look down.”
Iwamoto looked at Sakuma like he had just seen the older boy do a tap dance on mars. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Is THAT what has been bothering you? That you are too short? That you think Hasshi's size is a better match?” Sakuma could feel himself begin to blush. Iwamoto's next move surprised Sakuma. He laughed, Iwamoto nearly doubled himself over in his mirth. Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing.
Sakuma sat in his chair. When Iwamoto said it out loud it did sound a tad silly. He couldn't help the way he felt and saw things though. Sure normally the tall boy ended up with the smaller one, but that was a comic book fantasy. Real life people did not follow height rules. “You're ridiculous, you know that right? Hasshi is a great friend, and handsome, but he isn't you. He doesn't have your ability to turn my knees weak. He doesn't have that touch that makes electricity go through my whole body. Most of all, Daisuke he isn't you. I don't care how tall or short you are. I love you, I thought I made that clear to you months ago.” Iwamoto still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were serious.
Sakuma nodded his head. He knew that was the answer, after all, Iwamoto was his boyfriend. More than that, they were friends. “Hikaru, sometimes I don't know how you put up with me.”
“I ask myself the same exact question sometimes.” Iwamoto let out a chuckle as Sakuma threw a napkin at his face. It was just too cute to watch Sakuma get embarrassed. The sight alone made him fall more in love. The way the pink tint highlighted those beauty marks on Sakuma's cheeks made Iwamoto want to kiss each one over and over again.