21 and Kise

Tucking his hair as best he can beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Kise then wraps a scarf around his neck. The last touch are a dark pair of sunglasses. “Perfect,” he comments to himself with a nod, grabbing his keys. He locks the door and rushes down the stairs of his apartment. It isn’t long, however, before his plan for concealment fail miserably in the form of clouding glasses, compliments of his breath on the scarf. He takes off them off, hoping the scarf will be enough to keep his face obscured.

All he wants is to get in, get his _______-cchi a present and get out.

In the same mall, said girl is also shopping, looking for the perfect gift for her gorgeous blonde beau. But what does one get someone who literally has everything? Kise’s wealth is…a bit staggering to be honest. After high school, he went into modeling full time and was welcomed with open arms, both by the industry and his fans. Every so often, she wonder how someone like her ended up with someone like him but she’s not giving him up for anything.

Shaking her head, she refocuses attention to the items in front of her, hoping something will jump out and inspire her.

“________-cchi!” exclaims Kise when he spots her around the corner making her almost spill her coffee.

Well, that’s one way to be inspired.

“Kise-kun, funny meeting you here,” she smiles, allowing herself to be drawn into his arms.

He leans down, kissing her. “Are you looking for something special for someone special?” he asks nuzzling her nose.

She taps her chin. “Hmmmm, not sure, know anywhere I can find someone special?”

“_______-cchi is so mean,” he complains with a pout.

Her giggle breaks his concentration and he smiles. But then he looks over her head and spots fangirls starting to gather and point at him making him sigh. She notices the change in his demeanor not to mention feels the tension in his body and glances over her shoulder, frowning at the sight.

Shifting his gaze, Kise sees something that makes his heart jump; he’s knows the perfect gift for her. Grabbing her hand, he tugs her through the back exit and around the building. “Where are we going, Kise-kun?” she asks.

“Travel agent,” he responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “This year, my Christmas present to you, and myself too, is time away from all the crazy.”

“But Kise,” she complains, “what about opening presents?”

He turns to look at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he tugs her close. “Then buy a little wrapping for me to take off of you,” he replies, nodding towards a lingerie shop. She blushes but nods nonetheless, kissing him goodbye allowing him to head off to plan their trip, while she looks for something special to wear for her someone special.

Dates fic meme, number 52 – Kise Ryota

Ryouta Kise – Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”

You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.

Hi there! Can I request Kise for the kissing prompts #s 1, 2, 5, 22, 27, and 36?? Gyah sorry if there’s too many prompts, they’re just so good I had to ask so many of them! I hope you can find a way to string them all together^^ thank you!

Hello dear! No trouble at all, I rather enjoyed the challenge and your choices strung together rather nicely. I hope you like it!

Ryouta Kise – Kisses #1, 2, 5, 22, 27 and 36

#1: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments
afterward

#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#22: smiling just before or during the kiss

#27: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while
kissing

#36: that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss,
like there were turning around and the other person was just super close

Kise watches you with your head down, eyes intensely focused on
the paper in front of you. You always look so cute when you’re concentrating. Then
again, he always thinks you look cute. You’ve been tutoring him for most of the
semester, the school insisting that if he wants to continue playing basketball,
he has to bring his grades up. He’d whined about it until he met you. Then he
whined about how hard assed you are but he doesn’t really mind spending time
with you. He just wished he could get you to see him as more than just a
project. He knows he’s immature and childish at times but he really likes you.

Leaning more into your space, his breath fans the practice test
he’s just finished and you’re grading.

“Kise, what do you wa-“you start only to be startled when you
turn your head and your lips accidentally graze his; you’d no idea he was that close to you. The contact is brief,
barely able to be considered a kiss but as you pull away Kise can’t stop his
hand shooting behind your head to tug you forward, crashing your mouths back
together.

His other hand cups your face, finger tips grazing over your
skin making you shiver. He feels the tremor, your obvious enjoyment of what he’s
doing making him smile into the kiss. Pulling you even closer, Kise’s brow
furrows; now he’s the one concentrating, focusing on the feel of your lips, the
taste of your mouth and the scent of your skin. If this ends up being just a
fluke, he wants to remember every detail for the rest of his life.

Needing to feel more of you, Kise pulls you roughly from your
chair to straddle him in his, hands roaming over your back but remaining on the
outside of your clothes; he doesn’t want to push his luck. He curses his lungs
need of oxygen, unwillingly releasing you with a slight moan. Unable to open
his eyes for a few moments, he basks in the heat of your body pressed to his,
the feel of your warm breath against his face.

“You know,” you say and he finally opens his eyes, “bribing me
isn’t going to help your test scores get any better.”

He chuckles, hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling you
forward again. Kissing the tip of your nose he says, “True, but I’m more likely
to remember the material with the proper motivation.”

Reactions of Ushiwaka, Bokuto, Kise and Kasamatsu when their girlfriend accidentally touches their crotch? 😁

This made me snort laugh when I read the request, so funny! Thank you for sending it in and I hope you like it!

Ushiwaka: The only indication he’s even affected is the
slight rising of his eyebrows followed by a blunt, “Was that on
purpose?” She ends up blushing more than him while shaking her head.

Bokuto: “Hey, hey, hey! What’re you doing?!” When
she offers flustered apologies, and lets him know it was a mistake, Bokuto
hopes his knee jerk reaction won’t deter her from doing that on purpose someday.

Kise: “________-cchi, are you trying to tell me
something?” he teases making her flush bright red and shake her head. He
pouts a bit, disappointed the contact wasn’t intentional but forgoes further
teasing; he wants her to do it again.

Kasamatsu: Can’t even speak he’s so shocked and flustered so
instead he grabs her wrist and stares at her with wide eyes. Once she explains
it was an accident, his heart rate decreases but only slightly. Intentional or
not, he’ll be thinking about that touch for weeks.

For the character name and drabble prompt, can I have Kise for number 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Thank you dear!!

Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.

Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.

You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.

“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.

You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?

A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.

He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.

Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.

“Open up,” he orders gently.

“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.

You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”

Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.

Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.

As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.

Hi!! Can u combine the numbers for kiss?? Is yes can you do one for kise, kiss, 19&20 if not just either one will do! Love your blog 😍😍

Thank you darling! And yes, we can combine! These two were perfect to go together.
19) raking a hand through the hair and getting a good handful to pull the other person closer (before or during the kiss)
20) starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in devout passion
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“That was such a funny movie!” Kise exclaims as you walk out of the theater side by side. The fact you’re still giggling is testament to the truth of his words. Looking at him you smile; he’s a great best friend.

You walk towards your house, nearing the end of a wonderful “friend date” as you and the blonde next to you have dubbed them. A sigh almost escapes you; for a long while now you’ve been wishing they could be real dates but you won’t risk ruining things with Kise.

He’s a flirt and a model to boot, how could you ever stand a chance of actually dating him? He mentions frequently how much he loves that you’re a girl he easily gets along with, without drama. Damn your stupid feelings!

“_________-cchi, you ok?” he asks and you nod, faking a yawn to explain your unfocused gaze.

“Was up early for the gym,” you explain and he chuckles.

“So dedicated, it’s one of the things I admire about you,” he says and you feel your heart skip.

All too soon you’re at the door of your apartment. Looking up at Kise’s handsome face you long to kiss him properly, just once. He looks back at you, a sweet smile on his face.

“Well, goodnight,” he says and leans down, kissing near the corner of your mouth. The peck send sparks over your skin.

Kise pauses, then moves a fraction of an inch and kisses you again. It’s just a peck but it’s full lip contact. Pulling back he stares in your eyes.

You inhale sharply when his hand rakes through your hair, grasping a handful firmly and tugging you forward, his lips crashing into yours.

A touch of his tongue makes you gasp and he enters your mouth, wrapping his other arm around your waist prompting you to wrap yours around his neck. His lips massage against yours as he inhales through his nose to gain oxygen.

A nibble of your bottom lip makes your knees weak and you clutch him tighter.

When breathing becomes necessary you part, both panting heavily and staring at each other.

A sly, sexy grin cascades over Kise’s face. Leaning down again he whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“Me too,” you confess unnecessarily.

He closes the distance further, breathing against your mouth, “Let’s do it again.”

Hi! I’m new to the blog so can i request a kise ryouta and number 44 please! Thanks! ❤️

Hello hlbanana and welcome! I didn’t remember you asked
for slight angst until I went back to post my reply. This ended up pretty much
full on angst, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for following and
sending in an ask!

Kise Ryouta –
Prompt #44 – “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

When Kise rounds the corner of his block and sees you sitting on
the stairs of his condo he smiles. But it drops away as your head comes up,
your face streaked with tears and your hand over your mouth.

“Hey,” he says softly crouching down so he’s level with your face,
“what’s wrong? What happened?” His hand reaches out to smooth down your hair
but you stand abruptly and head up the stairs without a word. Ok, maybe you
want to talk to him inside. He follows you, unlocking the door (just now
realizing it’s odd that you didn’t use the key he gave you) and leads you in.

Shutting the door, he opens his mouth to repeat his question only
to snap it shut when you say, “Well, looks like you had a good time at the
party.”

He freezes, eyes going wide when you turn around, a mixture of
pain and anger on your face.

“Yeah, I saw,” you confirm before heading to the bedroom. Kise
remains where he is, his mind working on overtime to try to think of something to say that doesn’t make him
sound like a jerk but there’s really nothing. How can he explain he was only
kissing that woman to prove a point to himself? To confirm what everyone else
already knows but he’s just too damn stubborn and prideful to admit? He always
said he wanted a girl who wouldn’t tie him down and that’s what you started out
as. But now…

“Y/N,” he calls walking down the hall, pausing at the threshold of
his bedroom and watching you empty the drawer he’d designated for you. “That
was…I…”

“Don’t! Just…don’t,” you say over your shoulder, roughly shoving clothing
and other personal items into your backpack. Standing up you rub your eyes, a
mirthless chuckle escaping your lips as you say, “You know? I don’t know why I’m crying. I knew
what this was and I thought I could handle it. But where I come from you don’t
give someone something like this,” you hold up the key he’d given you a couple
weeks ago, “and this,” you kick the drawer you just emptied, “if this,” you
gesture between the two of you, “doesn’t mean anything.”

Kise feels a pang in his chest as you toss the key onto the
dresser before lifting your backpack and shouldering your way past him into the
hall. “______-cchi, it does mean
something-“he says to your back but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it means I’m an idiot for ever allowing myself to get this
close to you. I mean, how did I ever think I could
have a casual relationship with someone? Oh sure, Y/N, let’s try to let go of
being so uptight and needy. Let’s show the people back home you can hang with
the “in crowd”, the “I don’t give crap about anyone crowd”, the “this is all
well and good as long as it’s fun” crowd.“

Kise grabs your wrist but you wrench it away, whirling around,
your eyes red rimmed. “How could I ever think someone as shallow as you
could feel something deep for me?”

He knows you’re angry, and for good reason because he knows he
hasn’t been clear with what he wants, but that hurt. He feels a stinging near
his eyes.

“_________-cchi, please…let me explain-”

“Explain what, exactly? There’s nothing to explain! You’re
not willing to commit, end of story!”

“No, it’s not the end of the story! Damn it, Y/N will you
just let me talk?!” he yells.

“No, Kise, your actions spoke louder than any words you can
say! I’m done! We had our fun, you were a good time and that’s all.”

You turn to leave but he grabs you again desperate for you to at
least listen.

“She didn’t mean anything,” he says quietly.

“None of us mean anything to you Kise,” you answer.

He turns you around, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you once. “Stop, just listen! You…you mean so much to me…I…I need
you.” He pauses but goes for broke, “I love you.”

You laugh in his face, a mocking, angry sound that is painful to
hear, your face contorted in disbelief and slight disgust.

“You’ve got a really screwed up way of showing it,”
you spit out viciously, “having your tongue down another woman’s throat
doesn’t exactly lend credence to your words!” You pull away again, opening
the door.

Kise says, running hands through his hair, “I just…look, I
had to make sure of what I was feeling! I’ve never felt like this before and it
was confusing because I always thought I didn’t want anything more with anyone but
I want you! I want you to be my
girlfriend!”

You turn to look at him, not believing the words you’re hearing.
“So, you needed to make out with another woman to know for sure you love
me?” you ask. He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s all the confirmation
you need.

“You’re such an asshole,” you say lowly making his
head snap up to look at you. “Lose my number. No, you know what? Forget I
even exist because that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.

Without another word, you walk out his door, not even bothering
to shut it. He watches you go, tears trailing down his cheeks. Even now he’s
hoping, maybe you’ll turn around. He doesn’t shut the door until he can’t see
you anymore.