Rʏᴏ̄ᴛᴀ Kɪsᴇ || Tʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ̊˖𓍢ִ໋✨

The front door clicked shut with a soft thud, the sound barely disturbing the peaceful evening in the Kise household. You stepped inside, dropping your gym bag by the entrance with practiced efficiency. The scent of home enveloped you, clean linen, faint traces of Kise's cologne, and the lingering aroma of dinner from hours ago.

Kise was waiting in the living room, lounging on the sofa in a way that suggested he'd been posing there for quite some time. His golden hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and he'd changed into a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his athletic frame in all the right places. "Welcome home, my love," he purred, sitting up as you approached. "I was beginning to think you'd abandoned me for the basketball court."

You wiped sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "Practice ran late." His golden eyes followed your movements as you headed toward the kitchen for water. "The twins are asleep." He called after you. "We finally got Hideaki to stop asking about basketball statistics long enough to drift off."

"Good, they need rest." You replied, your voice even as you filled a glass. When you returned to the living room, Kise had positioned himself deliberately in your path. He rose slowly, approaching with that predatory grace that made fans scream at games.

"You know..." He began, voice dropping to that seductive tone he used when he wanted something, "It's been a while since we've had some alone time. The twins are asleep now..." He murmured, closing the distance between you. His fingers traced the line of your jaw. "You look particularly attractive after practice, all flushed and determined."

You set your glass down on the nearest surface. "I need to shower."

"The let me join you, I could help you with those hard-to-reach places." He whispered, leaning in until his lips were nearly brushing yours.

Instead of responding with words, you simply reached out, grabbed the hem of your sweat-drenched shirt, and pulled it over your head in one fluid motion. The sports bra beneath left little to imagination. Kise's eyes widened momentarily before a triumphant smirk spread across his face. "Well, that's more like—" You cut him off quickly. "Let's go."

He followed, his confidence soaring. "I knew you couldn't resist my charm forever." Once in the bathroom, you efficiently removed the rest of your clothes and stepped into the shower without waiting for him. The hot water cascaded over your tired muscles as Kise quickly joined you, his hands immediately finding your waist. "See? Much better than a cold shower alone." He murmured against your neck.

You turned to face him, your expression unchanged. "You're blocking the soap." Kise paused, processing your straightforward approach. He'd expected more resistance, more playful banter before reaching this point. Instead, you simply accepted his proposition with the same practical efficiency you applied to everything else. He tried again, pressing his body against yours. "But the fun part isn't about getting clean..."

You reached around him for the body wash. "I'm still sweaty from practice. I prefer to wash first." A dramatic groan escaped his lips. "You're taking all the romance out of this!"

"We have children who wake up early. We need to be efficient." Kise whined, slumping against the shower wall. "I spend all day practicing my most seductive looks, planning the perfect romantic evening, and you want to be efficient?"

You began washing your arms, completely unfazed by his dramatics. "If you wanted romance, you should have specified when I wasn't exhausted from three hours of intensive training."

He watched you, genuinely baffled by how his usual tactics had failed so spectacularly. "But... you took your clothes off! I thought that meant something..." Kise slid down to sit on the built-in shower bench, looking utterly defeated. "I'm losing my touch."

You finally paused, looking down at him. Water dripped from your hair onto his face. "You wanted to have sex. I'm agreeing. What's the problem?"

"The problem is that there was no chase! No resistance! No moment where I finally break through your stoic exterior with my irresistible charm!" He said, voice dripping with melodrama. You considered this for a moment. "Would you prefer I say no?"

"No!" He exclaimed quickly. "I just... I wanted to feel like I'd accomplished something. The point is the romance, the buildup, the tension, the moment where you finally can't resist my advances."

You tilted your head. "I'm a professional athlete. I approach everything with directness. Why would romance be different?"

"Because it's romance! It's supposed to be different from basketball strategy!" You thought about this as you turned towards him, grabbing his waist, raising him up. Kise couldn't help but raise a brow, as he quickly melted into the touch.

"Very well, I shall play into your little fantasies. I have been thinking about getting intimate with you for a while. So show me who you are. Why we married." You gave him a small smile as Kise's eyes lit up with joy and a hazy kind of lust, quickly jumping on you as he begun leaving kisses a love bites all over your body.

The afternoon sun beat down on the golden sand, turning the beach into a glittering paradise. You adjusted your sunglasses, lying back on the large beach towel you'd spread out. The bikini you wore was practical, a sporty black two-piece that allowed for movement should the twins decide they wanted to play in the water.

Kise, of course, had made a spectacle of changing into his swim trunks, striking poses that drew appreciative glances from nearby beachgoers. Now he hovered over you, his shadow blocking the sun. "You're missing the perfect opportunity. The ocean is calling our names." He said, crouching beside you.

His golden hair was slightly tousled by the sea breeze, and he'd applied sunscreen with meticulous care, making a show of rubbing it into his toned arms and chest. "The water is so refreshing. And you look absolutely stunning in that bikini. I think you might be causing a few accidents over there." He persisted, leaning closer.

You cracked one eye open to follow his gaze toward a group of college students who had indeed been staring. You let out a scoff as you went back to enjoying the sun. Kise laughed, that melodic sound that always made heads turn. "You know, I was thinking..." He traced a finger along your shoulder. "We should recreate that scene from that romance movie we watched last month. You know, the one where they run into the ocean at sunset?"

"The twins would drown." You stated simply. "Not if we watch them! Besides, they're building sandcastles with that nice family over there. They seem occupied." He insisted.

You finally sat up, adjusting your bikini top. "You just want an excuse to see me wet." His grin widened. "Is that wrong? I just want to admire my beautiful wife."

Before you could respond, he shifted tactics, moving to sit behind you and beginning to massage your shoulders with surprising gentleness. "You're so tense, my love. All that professional basketball intensity. You need to relax." You didn't pull away, allowing his hands to work at the knots in your shoulders.

"Don't say you're fine. Your shoulders say otherwise." He murmured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your neck. "Remember our first date? When you told me you found my constant chatter annoying?"

"I still do." You replied, but your voice had softened slightly. "And yet you married me anyway." He whispered against your skin. "I must have done something right."

His fingers continued their skilled work, and despite yourself, you felt your muscles beginning to relax. The warmth of the sun combined with his touch was making you drowsy. "You're persistent." You admitted, your eyes closing again. "Only when it comes to things I truly want." He replied, his voice dropping to that seductive tone he knew you secretly enjoyed.

"And I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you dominating that court." His golden eyes were sincere, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in them. "You have this intensity that draws people in. Makes them wonder what's going on behind that stoic facade."

You blinked at his words, but a faint warmth was starting to spread across your cheeks. He noticed immediately, his face lighting up with triumph. "Is that a blush I see?" You turned away quickly. "It's just the sun."

"No no... it's because you're secretly charmed by me! Aren't you?" He insisted, gently turning your face back toward his. The blush deepened, and you knew there was no denying it now. "You're insufferable." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into an enthusiastic hug. "I win! I finally broke through that professional exterior!"

"Kise..." You began, but he was already celebrating his victory with kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. You were about to complain when suddenly... spray!

A stream of cold water hit Kise directly in the face, causing him to sputter and release you. You turned to see Hideaki and Nozomi standing nearby, twin water guns aimed at their father. "Papa was being too mushy..." Nozomi spoke, preparing to fire again. Kise wiped water from his eyes, his perfect golden hair now plastered to his forehead. "My hair! Do you know how long it takes to get it this perfect?"

The twins giggled, preparing another assault. "Serves you right for being gross to mama!" Hideaki declared. "I am not gross!" Kise insisted, though he was already reaching for a towel to pat his hair dry. "This is what happens when you're in love! Your children spray you with water guns!"

The twins took advantage of Kise's distraction to spray him again, this time catching his chest. He yelped dramatically, earning more laughter from nearby beachgoers. "That's it!" He declared, standing up and chasing after the giggling children. "You're going to regret messing with your papa's perfectly coiffed hair!"

You watched them run down the beach, Kise's exaggerated pursuit earning more smiles from onlookers. Despite yourself, you felt a genuine warmth spread through your chest, not from the sun this time, but from the simple joy of your chaotic family.

When Kise returned minutes later, slightly out of breath and still looking mournfully at his damp hair, you patted the space beside you on the towel. "Sit down, your hair will dry." You offered a smile at him.

He flopped down dramatically on your lap, sulking. "It will never be the same. The volume is ruined."

"You're ridiculous..." You replied, but there was affection in your voice now. "And you're beautiful." He countered, though insisted being close to you. Apparently, he didn't learn his lesson about public display of affection. "Even more so when you're blushing."

The faint pink returned to your cheeks, and you turned away to hide it. He reached for your hand instead of pulling you into another hug. "I finally found the secret to breaking through that professional exterior."

As you sat there watching the twins play in the distance, Kise's hand warm in yours, you allowed yourself a moment of contentment. Perhaps being a professional athlete didn't have to mean being stoic all the time, especially not with a family as wonderfully chaotic as yours.