Featuring Nakai-papa/Shingo-mama (Shingo/Nakai)
Featuring Nakai-papa/Shingo-mama
Katori Shingo/Nakai Masahiro
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featuring Nakai-papa/Shingo-mama.
Shingo tugged at the rim of his sleeve, trying in vain to loosen it up. The costume's slightly too tight (the costume department obviously forgot about that while they measured him), but it's been so long since he's been in this shade of frilly pink that he has to reluctantly admit to himself how much he missed it. He cross-dresses rather often to find it special, but no other character's as shameless as Shingo-mama.
Since he's a mama, there's no reason for him not to flirt with anyone he wants to. But really, at the end of the day, every mama has to return home. And Shingo-mama might go sneaking into other people's homes every so often, but occasionally Shingo-mama wanted to take a rest and go home to papa too. Except Nakai-papa's always so busy, recording one show after another and going off to different television stations when he should be home.
Which is why Shingo-mama has decided that if Nakai-papa wasn't coming home, mama would have to be the one to go to papa. So Shingo stole the outfit and makeup kit, glad that after twenty years in the business, he knew more about makeup than the average male. Shingo-mama just wouldn't be Shingo-mama without the blushes on her cheeks, pink dress or not.
The transformation took about thirty minutes, which meant at least another hour before Nakai-papa finished recording his show. Shingo-mama checked out the room - it was nice, big and comfy for someone as well known as Nakai-papa. The couch felt comfortable too, something only highly respected get to enjoy in this business. Shingo-mama turned on the television, showing some sport channel - of course that's what Nakai-papa was watching - as she waited for Nakai-papa to come in.
In the middle of the tenth show Shingo-mama tried to watch, the door clicked, prompting her to stand up. Nakai-papa looked confused, eyes wide in surprise.
Shingo-mama grinned widely, "There aren't any cameras around, Nakai-papa."
"Shingo, what the-" Nakai-papa stared, "-The hell you're doing here?"
Shingo-mama walked up to her Nakai-papa, wrestling his script out of his hands. It wouldn't do for Nakai-papa to continue working hard during his rest time. Nakai-papa struggled, stepping backwards, but Shingo-mama knew how to get her way. Nakai-papa pushed at her, but times like this Shingo-mama's really glad of her size (not so good for crossdressing, but it sure helps when she wants to be in charge).
"I'm busy, Shingo!" Nakai-papa growled in one last attempt to push Shingo-mama off.
"You're always busy," Shingo-mama pouted, before she pushed Nakai-papa onto the floor, straddling him firmly. "And when you're not, you're busy ignoring me." Putting both her palms on Nakai-papa's chest, Shingo-mama waited until Nakai-papa stopped moving, briefly content with feeling the warmth coming from Nakai-papa. "Leaving mama all alone, waiting at night in a cold, cold bedroom - bad papa."
"Fuck it, Shingo! I have work later, I'm serious!" Nakai-papa protested half-heartedly, his hands unconsciously reaching for the laces at the end of Shingo-mama's skirt.
Shingo-mama beamed. Mama always knew what papa wanted the most, whether papa knew it beforehand or not.
"Well then, best make it quick and satisfying, right?" she winked, "Shingo-mama has been waiting for a long time." It also meant that Shingo would have to do his best to maneuver Nakai to someplace nice and comfy and much more private than a resting room that night, but Shingo-mama has confidence in Shingo's appeals. And if that doesn't work, Shingo-mama could always reappear - if Nakai-papa's hands were anything to go by, she wasn't going to be refused anytime soon.
When Nakai-papa finally wrapped his arms around her, Shingo-mama happily allowed gravity to pull her towards Nakai-papa, nuzzling his cheeks in earnest before attacking Nakai-papa's neck.
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Katori Shingo/Nakai Masahiro
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featuring Nakai-papa/Shingo-mama.
Shingo tugged at the rim of his sleeve, trying in vain to loosen it up. The costume's slightly too tight (the costume department obviously forgot about that while they measured him), but it's been so long since he's been in this shade of frilly pink that he has to reluctantly admit to himself how much he missed it. He cross-dresses rather often to find it special, but no other character's as shameless as Shingo-mama.
Since he's a mama, there's no reason for him not to flirt with anyone he wants to. But really, at the end of the day, every mama has to return home. And Shingo-mama might go sneaking into other people's homes every so often, but occasionally Shingo-mama wanted to take a rest and go home to papa too. Except Nakai-papa's always so busy, recording one show after another and going off to different television stations when he should be home.
Which is why Shingo-mama has decided that if Nakai-papa wasn't coming home, mama would have to be the one to go to papa. So Shingo stole the outfit and makeup kit, glad that after twenty years in the business, he knew more about makeup than the average male. Shingo-mama just wouldn't be Shingo-mama without the blushes on her cheeks, pink dress or not.
The transformation took about thirty minutes, which meant at least another hour before Nakai-papa finished recording his show. Shingo-mama checked out the room - it was nice, big and comfy for someone as well known as Nakai-papa. The couch felt comfortable too, something only highly respected get to enjoy in this business. Shingo-mama turned on the television, showing some sport channel - of course that's what Nakai-papa was watching - as she waited for Nakai-papa to come in.
In the middle of the tenth show Shingo-mama tried to watch, the door clicked, prompting her to stand up. Nakai-papa looked confused, eyes wide in surprise.
Shingo-mama grinned widely, "There aren't any cameras around, Nakai-papa."
"Shingo, what the-" Nakai-papa stared, "-The hell you're doing here?"
Shingo-mama walked up to her Nakai-papa, wrestling his script out of his hands. It wouldn't do for Nakai-papa to continue working hard during his rest time. Nakai-papa struggled, stepping backwards, but Shingo-mama knew how to get her way. Nakai-papa pushed at her, but times like this Shingo-mama's really glad of her size (not so good for crossdressing, but it sure helps when she wants to be in charge).
"I'm busy, Shingo!" Nakai-papa growled in one last attempt to push Shingo-mama off.
"You're always busy," Shingo-mama pouted, before she pushed Nakai-papa onto the floor, straddling him firmly. "And when you're not, you're busy ignoring me." Putting both her palms on Nakai-papa's chest, Shingo-mama waited until Nakai-papa stopped moving, briefly content with feeling the warmth coming from Nakai-papa. "Leaving mama all alone, waiting at night in a cold, cold bedroom - bad papa."
"Fuck it, Shingo! I have work later, I'm serious!" Nakai-papa protested half-heartedly, his hands unconsciously reaching for the laces at the end of Shingo-mama's skirt.
Shingo-mama beamed. Mama always knew what papa wanted the most, whether papa knew it beforehand or not.
"Well then, best make it quick and satisfying, right?" she winked, "Shingo-mama has been waiting for a long time." It also meant that Shingo would have to do his best to maneuver Nakai to someplace nice and comfy and much more private than a resting room that night, but Shingo-mama has confidence in Shingo's appeals. And if that doesn't work, Shingo-mama could always reappear - if Nakai-papa's hands were anything to go by, she wasn't going to be refused anytime soon.
When Nakai-papa finally wrapped his arms around her, Shingo-mama happily allowed gravity to pull her towards Nakai-papa, nuzzling his cheeks in earnest before attacking Nakai-papa's neck.
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