Habagat project # 1
TITLE: Unintentionally Intentional
CHARACTERS: Fujigaya Taisuke, Oomasa Aya
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: PG-13/NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: Ending up there wasn't part of his intention. Until she showed up...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims
Fujigaya Taisuke, despite himself, could practically feel his own heart beat so strongly against his chest he was almost afraid it would jump right out of his chest and into his hands. But he couldn’t help it. It’s not like he’s been in such a situation ever before.
In his girlfriend’s apartment. In his girlfriend’s apartment when it’s just the two of them. In his girlfriend’s apartment when it’s just the two of them and he’s practically naked. Well, half-naked at least.
No, he wasn’t thinking of anything lewd, not intentionally anyway. He didn’t even know he was going to end up in there!
After all, when he and Oomasa Aya met up after his rehearsal and her photo shoot, they were just supposed to have a nice quiet date under full disguises at Harajuku or wherever their feet would end up taking them. But then in the midst of their stroll, rain suddenly fell, soaking them both wet. When the rain poured even harder, Aya suggested that they’d better just stop by her place since they really cannot go anywhere else and before either of them get sick. And that’s why he’s there alone in her living room, after Aya decided to run his soaked shirt and jacket by the dryer and search for a big enough shirt for him to wear.
But the situation is just getting into his system, the whole scenario. And a part of him, that part of him that was secretly afraid of all of it was actually quite thankful Aya had gone into her room then. It was also that part of him that practically jumped when Aya’s voice suddenly came from behind him.
“Can you see if this would fit?” she said, obviously just coming out of her room. “This is the only shirt I have that’s close to your size.”
Taisuke had to take in a couple of breaths before he took the courage to look around at the woman. Aya had already changed out of her wet clothes and was wearing a long shirt that fell just half-way to her knees, exposing her legs. Despite his better side, it made him think it was the only piece she was wearing.
Immediately, he looked away, opting to focus on the shirt she was handing him instead.
“Ah! Y-yes!’ he stuttered, reaching for the shirt before immediately turning his back on her. The moment he did, he had to swallow hard.
“Taipi, are you all right?” Aya asked, walking around the sofa to take a seat at the vacant seat adjacent it. “You look a bit weird.”
“I-I’m fine, I’m fine,” Taisuke immediately replied, flashing Aya a smile when in truth he could feel his face starting to slowly burn.
His peripheral vision had caught Aya taking that seat, the action resulting to her shirt hitching up to reveal the short-shorts she had underneath. Despite the fact that she actually had something underneath her shirt, the sight did not help taming his system at all.
To divert his attention elsewhere, he focused on putting on the shirt Aya had just handed him. But maybe his mind’s just too preoccupied with something else because he didn’t even bother checking if the shirt was his size. He simply went on and tried to put it on.
In his defense, it actually did fit. But he also shouldn’t even dare to move or breathe. This had him grin sheepishly at Aya and the woman to start chuckling. Shaking her head, the woman transferred onto the vacant space next to him on the sofa to help him out of the shirt.
The ridiculousness of the situation, not to mention that it was a whole lot harder getting the shirt off than putting it on for some reason, should have made the mood lighter, his system calmer. And in fact, it did. For a while, the thought that it’s just the two of them there flew out of Taisuke’s head.
All for 10 seconds, that is.
Because the moment the shirt was off of his head, he saw his eyes falling on Aya’s, felt his body in close proximity to hers, his hands, at that moment, unintentionally, landing on her right thigh.
And before he knew it, before he could stop himself, he found himself lowering his head to capture her lips.
Aya responded, opening her lips to the onslaught of his tongue after the momentary surprise of his sudden move. She tasted sweet. She always tasted sweet.
They have kissed before, of course they have. And despite the fact that their first kiss was a disaster, aided by the fact that Kitayama (Hiromitsu) was on hand to witness said disaster (and to subsequently rib him about it from then until forever), they’ve went on to learn that they were actually quite good kissers. But there was just something different with the kiss they’re sharing now.
Maybe because they were hungrier, at least he is. Maybe it had something to do with the knowledge that no one else would be there to stop them. Or maybe, maybe simply because she was allowing him more freedom to explore, for his hands to roam, something she had not quite allowed in the past.
He already had her lying on her back before he knew it, with him on top of her, his mouth still on hers, taking her in, tasting the whole of her. His hand had started to move too, one hand rubbing her amorously at her bare arm while the other outlined the shape of her body against her clothes. Aya didn’t make any move to stop him. Instead, she let her hands rest on his back, pulling him closer. He even thought he heard her give off a guttural moan.
It took him all the effort in the world to pry his lips away from hers for him to be able to look at her clearly, much more carefully. Raising her head, he looked at her inquiringly, almost pleadingly. He needed to know, needed to see, if it really is all right for her.
For a while, he held his breathe. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel, how he’d react if Aya suddenly pushes him away. And for a split-second, when Aya raised her hand, he almost thought she’d slap him. But she didn’t. Instead, she pushed away a strand of his hair that fell over his face before she caressed his cheek, her fingers touching his eye, nose and lips before it travelled to the back of his neck. He actually saw her swallow hard before she nodded.
It was all Taisuke could do to not suddenly lunge at her after that action. Instead, he slowly lowered his head, first to kiss her eyes, then her nose, before he once again captured her lips. He was thinking of taking it quite slow. But the moment he felt Aya tug on the back of his neck, and when he felt her nibble on his lower lip, he felt all self-restraint go out the window.
In almost a hurry, he had whipped off her shirt, reveling at the contact of her bare skin against his. His hand immediately landed over one of her breasts, feeling her, caressing her, over the soft material of her bra while the other travelled to her back to unclasp the offending material. Aya moaned the moment it was off and his hand started caressing to her bare breasts, her back arched as he slightly squeezed at her pebbled crown.
Leaving her lips, he let his own travel, trailing kisses down to her neck and then to the base of her ear. Aya’s hands also started to move, touching his arms, his back. The delicious feeling of her hands touching his skin made him almost delirious, and even more aroused. Unthinkingly, he nibbled softly at the lobe of her ear.
The action triggered quite a chain of reactions. Aya gasped, her hands touching his back pulled him closer. The fevered sound also made quite an effect on him, going straight to his crotch fueled further by the way Aya’s started to thrust against his.
Somehow, Taisuke just knew that they wouldn’t be able to wait any longer.
Pulling himself off her only to give them both just enough time to get rid of their remaining garments, Taisuke captured Aya’s lips once again, his tongue engaging hers in a fevered dance of passion, as his hands readied her for his entrance.
The moment he did, he felt her freeze for a second and he was almost afraid to continue. But then he felt her touch him on his arm, then on his back, as she became the aggressor in their kiss with her tongue leading the attack.
Taisuke gave her a few more moments to adjust to him, and only when he finally felt sure that she could take it, he started moving. And thrust per thrust, their tongues mimicked the dance their bodies are playing, their tongues mirroring the roles they both were playing, him the aggressor and her the fast learner.
And before long he felt her tighten around him, felt her nails digging into his back as she threw her head and moaned in pleasure. It was such a beautiful sight that it almost made him come too. But he allowed her those moments of pleasure before he started to move again, this time, making him come not long after.
It was still with short breaths when Taisuke lifted himself off of her and reversed their positions, with his back on the sofa and Aya lying on top of him. He couldn’t think of anything to say, not that he could be blamed for it. After all, he just had one of the most amazing moments of his life.
And then he felt Aya move, making him move his gaze from the ceiling towards her. He saw that she was watching him with the same smile he was wearing on his lips. And then he saw her move her hand and touch his neck and forehead.
He was just about to ask what she was doing when Aya said “Ne, Taipi, you’re feeling a bit hot. Are you sure you’re not sick?”
For a while, Taisuke didn’t really get it. Was it all Aya was going to say after what they had shared?
And then he saw the sparkle in her eye and he understood. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he replied “Yeah, take care of me for a while, will you?”
“Sure,” Aya grinned as he kissed the top of her hair.
He was still chuckling as he settled them more comfortably on the sofa with his arms around her shoulder. They can move to her bed in a little while. For now, he’s fine with the two of them staying there.
-----THE END-----
**just a short explanation... The Fujigaya in this story is slightly (or mostly) influenced by his character in Beginners!, or at least what i perceived to be his character anyway since i have to admit that i haven't watched that much of him so far... Plus, i wrote the original versions of this after watching Beginners! ep 3. this wasn't actually how i was originally planning to do it but about a handful of revisions and this is how it ended.
also, as an official apology for taking quite a bit of time in fulfilling your request, here's a little drabble that i hope you might like.
TITLE: Not Gonna Happen!
CHARACTERS: Kitayama Hiromitsu, Fujigaya Taisuke, Mizusawa Elena
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: G
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: Not all questions are meant to be answered...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims
One would think that Kitayama Hiromitsu just does not want to stay in a room with his groupmate, friends and co-star, Fujigaya Taisuke, if one would judge by the speed he used to stuff all his things in the bag the moment he noticed that it was only him and Taipi left in the greenroom.
And, in a way, such judgment would be considered right. After all, Hiromitsu knew Taipi’s reason on why the later opted to stay back while the others had left ahead of them already. It was the very same reason Taipi volunteered to share cabs with him after shoots or during scene transfers.
The guy wanted him to dish on Mizusawa Elena. Well, actually, him and Mizusawa Elena.
Ever since ‘Beginners!’ 3rd episode went on air, the guy had been bugging him about it actually. At first, he did with everyone around. Lately though, the guy seemed to have decided that the best timing to make him talk would be when there’s just the two of them there. Like that’s going to happen!
Taipi had been saying that there seems to be something interesting going on between him and their co-star, and that the staff were quite abuzz about it actually ever since that shoot with him and her in that family restaurant. He said that they didn’t call it chemistry. Instead, the members of the staff called it spunk, something a bit like chemistry but still different from it. Taipi said it had interested so much.
“Ne, Mitsu, spill already,” the guy even said as he zipped up his bag and prepared to leave. The guy was already next to him by the time he reached the door.
“Something is going on between you and Mizusawa-san, right?” Taipi asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully and meaningfully as he did so.
Hiromitsu looked at the younger guy for a full half minute before he turned, his expression as blank as ever.
But Taipi was persistent. “Ne, do you have her email?” the guy asked, jogging alongside him.
“Let it go, Taipi,” he simply replied.
“I could get you her number if you don’t have it,” the younger guy volunteered. “Because, you know, if there’s nothing going on between the two of you right now, then something should!”
Hiromitsu found himself shaking an amused head at the guy as the two of them rode the elevator down to the parking lot where their service was.
“Ne, are you ever going to admit anything?” Taipi finally asked in a dejected tone as they waited inside.
Hiromitsu turned to the guy and simply smiled.
No, he wasn’t going to admit anything to the guy, not just yet anyway. He wasn’t going to admit that he already had Elena’s email and number saved in his phone. He wasn’t going to admit that he was enjoying playing alongside the woman maybe almost as much as Taipi had enjoyed playing next to Oomasa Aya back when they were still doing Misaki Number One.
And like hell was he going to admit to Taipi that he had already shared his first kiss with the woman, taken the day after that shoot at the family restaurant when he saw Elena at the vending machine. And that just as he’d go in for a casual chat, the woman took him by surprise and gave him a peck on the lips.
Nor would he ever admit to the guy, or to anyone else for that matter, that he actually froze that time and had let Elena almost ran away before he got back to his senses and grabbed her elbow just in time to turn her around and give her a full, proper kiss.
Nope! Not gonna happen!
-----THE END-----
dear ryogrande, i hope you liked it... if not... please let me know... :)
CHARACTERS: Fujigaya Taisuke, Oomasa Aya
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: PG-13/NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: Ending up there wasn't part of his intention. Until she showed up...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims
Fujigaya Taisuke, despite himself, could practically feel his own heart beat so strongly against his chest he was almost afraid it would jump right out of his chest and into his hands. But he couldn’t help it. It’s not like he’s been in such a situation ever before.
In his girlfriend’s apartment. In his girlfriend’s apartment when it’s just the two of them. In his girlfriend’s apartment when it’s just the two of them and he’s practically naked. Well, half-naked at least.
No, he wasn’t thinking of anything lewd, not intentionally anyway. He didn’t even know he was going to end up in there!
After all, when he and Oomasa Aya met up after his rehearsal and her photo shoot, they were just supposed to have a nice quiet date under full disguises at Harajuku or wherever their feet would end up taking them. But then in the midst of their stroll, rain suddenly fell, soaking them both wet. When the rain poured even harder, Aya suggested that they’d better just stop by her place since they really cannot go anywhere else and before either of them get sick. And that’s why he’s there alone in her living room, after Aya decided to run his soaked shirt and jacket by the dryer and search for a big enough shirt for him to wear.
But the situation is just getting into his system, the whole scenario. And a part of him, that part of him that was secretly afraid of all of it was actually quite thankful Aya had gone into her room then. It was also that part of him that practically jumped when Aya’s voice suddenly came from behind him.
“Can you see if this would fit?” she said, obviously just coming out of her room. “This is the only shirt I have that’s close to your size.”
Taisuke had to take in a couple of breaths before he took the courage to look around at the woman. Aya had already changed out of her wet clothes and was wearing a long shirt that fell just half-way to her knees, exposing her legs. Despite his better side, it made him think it was the only piece she was wearing.
Immediately, he looked away, opting to focus on the shirt she was handing him instead.
“Ah! Y-yes!’ he stuttered, reaching for the shirt before immediately turning his back on her. The moment he did, he had to swallow hard.
“Taipi, are you all right?” Aya asked, walking around the sofa to take a seat at the vacant seat adjacent it. “You look a bit weird.”
“I-I’m fine, I’m fine,” Taisuke immediately replied, flashing Aya a smile when in truth he could feel his face starting to slowly burn.
His peripheral vision had caught Aya taking that seat, the action resulting to her shirt hitching up to reveal the short-shorts she had underneath. Despite the fact that she actually had something underneath her shirt, the sight did not help taming his system at all.
To divert his attention elsewhere, he focused on putting on the shirt Aya had just handed him. But maybe his mind’s just too preoccupied with something else because he didn’t even bother checking if the shirt was his size. He simply went on and tried to put it on.
In his defense, it actually did fit. But he also shouldn’t even dare to move or breathe. This had him grin sheepishly at Aya and the woman to start chuckling. Shaking her head, the woman transferred onto the vacant space next to him on the sofa to help him out of the shirt.
The ridiculousness of the situation, not to mention that it was a whole lot harder getting the shirt off than putting it on for some reason, should have made the mood lighter, his system calmer. And in fact, it did. For a while, the thought that it’s just the two of them there flew out of Taisuke’s head.
All for 10 seconds, that is.
Because the moment the shirt was off of his head, he saw his eyes falling on Aya’s, felt his body in close proximity to hers, his hands, at that moment, unintentionally, landing on her right thigh.
And before he knew it, before he could stop himself, he found himself lowering his head to capture her lips.
Aya responded, opening her lips to the onslaught of his tongue after the momentary surprise of his sudden move. She tasted sweet. She always tasted sweet.
They have kissed before, of course they have. And despite the fact that their first kiss was a disaster, aided by the fact that Kitayama (Hiromitsu) was on hand to witness said disaster (and to subsequently rib him about it from then until forever), they’ve went on to learn that they were actually quite good kissers. But there was just something different with the kiss they’re sharing now.
Maybe because they were hungrier, at least he is. Maybe it had something to do with the knowledge that no one else would be there to stop them. Or maybe, maybe simply because she was allowing him more freedom to explore, for his hands to roam, something she had not quite allowed in the past.
He already had her lying on her back before he knew it, with him on top of her, his mouth still on hers, taking her in, tasting the whole of her. His hand had started to move too, one hand rubbing her amorously at her bare arm while the other outlined the shape of her body against her clothes. Aya didn’t make any move to stop him. Instead, she let her hands rest on his back, pulling him closer. He even thought he heard her give off a guttural moan.
It took him all the effort in the world to pry his lips away from hers for him to be able to look at her clearly, much more carefully. Raising her head, he looked at her inquiringly, almost pleadingly. He needed to know, needed to see, if it really is all right for her.
For a while, he held his breathe. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel, how he’d react if Aya suddenly pushes him away. And for a split-second, when Aya raised her hand, he almost thought she’d slap him. But she didn’t. Instead, she pushed away a strand of his hair that fell over his face before she caressed his cheek, her fingers touching his eye, nose and lips before it travelled to the back of his neck. He actually saw her swallow hard before she nodded.
It was all Taisuke could do to not suddenly lunge at her after that action. Instead, he slowly lowered his head, first to kiss her eyes, then her nose, before he once again captured her lips. He was thinking of taking it quite slow. But the moment he felt Aya tug on the back of his neck, and when he felt her nibble on his lower lip, he felt all self-restraint go out the window.
In almost a hurry, he had whipped off her shirt, reveling at the contact of her bare skin against his. His hand immediately landed over one of her breasts, feeling her, caressing her, over the soft material of her bra while the other travelled to her back to unclasp the offending material. Aya moaned the moment it was off and his hand started caressing to her bare breasts, her back arched as he slightly squeezed at her pebbled crown.
Leaving her lips, he let his own travel, trailing kisses down to her neck and then to the base of her ear. Aya’s hands also started to move, touching his arms, his back. The delicious feeling of her hands touching his skin made him almost delirious, and even more aroused. Unthinkingly, he nibbled softly at the lobe of her ear.
The action triggered quite a chain of reactions. Aya gasped, her hands touching his back pulled him closer. The fevered sound also made quite an effect on him, going straight to his crotch fueled further by the way Aya’s started to thrust against his.
Somehow, Taisuke just knew that they wouldn’t be able to wait any longer.
Pulling himself off her only to give them both just enough time to get rid of their remaining garments, Taisuke captured Aya’s lips once again, his tongue engaging hers in a fevered dance of passion, as his hands readied her for his entrance.
The moment he did, he felt her freeze for a second and he was almost afraid to continue. But then he felt her touch him on his arm, then on his back, as she became the aggressor in their kiss with her tongue leading the attack.
Taisuke gave her a few more moments to adjust to him, and only when he finally felt sure that she could take it, he started moving. And thrust per thrust, their tongues mimicked the dance their bodies are playing, their tongues mirroring the roles they both were playing, him the aggressor and her the fast learner.
And before long he felt her tighten around him, felt her nails digging into his back as she threw her head and moaned in pleasure. It was such a beautiful sight that it almost made him come too. But he allowed her those moments of pleasure before he started to move again, this time, making him come not long after.
It was still with short breaths when Taisuke lifted himself off of her and reversed their positions, with his back on the sofa and Aya lying on top of him. He couldn’t think of anything to say, not that he could be blamed for it. After all, he just had one of the most amazing moments of his life.
And then he felt Aya move, making him move his gaze from the ceiling towards her. He saw that she was watching him with the same smile he was wearing on his lips. And then he saw her move her hand and touch his neck and forehead.
He was just about to ask what she was doing when Aya said “Ne, Taipi, you’re feeling a bit hot. Are you sure you’re not sick?”
For a while, Taisuke didn’t really get it. Was it all Aya was going to say after what they had shared?
And then he saw the sparkle in her eye and he understood. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he replied “Yeah, take care of me for a while, will you?”
“Sure,” Aya grinned as he kissed the top of her hair.
He was still chuckling as he settled them more comfortably on the sofa with his arms around her shoulder. They can move to her bed in a little while. For now, he’s fine with the two of them staying there.
-----THE END-----
**just a short explanation... The Fujigaya in this story is slightly (or mostly) influenced by his character in Beginners!, or at least what i perceived to be his character anyway since i have to admit that i haven't watched that much of him so far... Plus, i wrote the original versions of this after watching Beginners! ep 3. this wasn't actually how i was originally planning to do it but about a handful of revisions and this is how it ended.
also, as an official apology for taking quite a bit of time in fulfilling your request, here's a little drabble that i hope you might like.
TITLE: Not Gonna Happen!
CHARACTERS: Kitayama Hiromitsu, Fujigaya Taisuke, Mizusawa Elena
GENRE: RL
RATINGS: G
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own in this story is the plot...
SUMMARY: Not all questions are meant to be answered...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: written for ryogrande for the Fund-Raising Project for the Habagat Victims
One would think that Kitayama Hiromitsu just does not want to stay in a room with his groupmate, friends and co-star, Fujigaya Taisuke, if one would judge by the speed he used to stuff all his things in the bag the moment he noticed that it was only him and Taipi left in the greenroom.
And, in a way, such judgment would be considered right. After all, Hiromitsu knew Taipi’s reason on why the later opted to stay back while the others had left ahead of them already. It was the very same reason Taipi volunteered to share cabs with him after shoots or during scene transfers.
The guy wanted him to dish on Mizusawa Elena. Well, actually, him and Mizusawa Elena.
Ever since ‘Beginners!’ 3rd episode went on air, the guy had been bugging him about it actually. At first, he did with everyone around. Lately though, the guy seemed to have decided that the best timing to make him talk would be when there’s just the two of them there. Like that’s going to happen!
Taipi had been saying that there seems to be something interesting going on between him and their co-star, and that the staff were quite abuzz about it actually ever since that shoot with him and her in that family restaurant. He said that they didn’t call it chemistry. Instead, the members of the staff called it spunk, something a bit like chemistry but still different from it. Taipi said it had interested so much.
“Ne, Mitsu, spill already,” the guy even said as he zipped up his bag and prepared to leave. The guy was already next to him by the time he reached the door.
“Something is going on between you and Mizusawa-san, right?” Taipi asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully and meaningfully as he did so.
Hiromitsu looked at the younger guy for a full half minute before he turned, his expression as blank as ever.
But Taipi was persistent. “Ne, do you have her email?” the guy asked, jogging alongside him.
“Let it go, Taipi,” he simply replied.
“I could get you her number if you don’t have it,” the younger guy volunteered. “Because, you know, if there’s nothing going on between the two of you right now, then something should!”
Hiromitsu found himself shaking an amused head at the guy as the two of them rode the elevator down to the parking lot where their service was.
“Ne, are you ever going to admit anything?” Taipi finally asked in a dejected tone as they waited inside.
Hiromitsu turned to the guy and simply smiled.
No, he wasn’t going to admit anything to the guy, not just yet anyway. He wasn’t going to admit that he already had Elena’s email and number saved in his phone. He wasn’t going to admit that he was enjoying playing alongside the woman maybe almost as much as Taipi had enjoyed playing next to Oomasa Aya back when they were still doing Misaki Number One.
And like hell was he going to admit to Taipi that he had already shared his first kiss with the woman, taken the day after that shoot at the family restaurant when he saw Elena at the vending machine. And that just as he’d go in for a casual chat, the woman took him by surprise and gave him a peck on the lips.
Nor would he ever admit to the guy, or to anyone else for that matter, that he actually froze that time and had let Elena almost ran away before he got back to his senses and grabbed her elbow just in time to turn her around and give her a full, proper kiss.
Nope! Not gonna happen!
-----THE END-----
dear ryogrande, i hope you liked it... if not... please let me know... :)