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chrisevansgoodgirl · 4 years

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do what you please to me, i won't resist

summary: requested: (1) um UM um okay that scene in defending jacob when andy says "well i'm gonna level with you. I don't really give a shit what you want" all I'm thinking ab is reader begging him to let her come or begging him to stop while he's overstimulating her and he says that as a response and i oof. plz. (2) more Andy Barber, you ask? definitely don't think about him working late in his office, even though you've asked him not to bring his work home (not that he'll listen to that) and you've just had too much of not seeing him forever after he comes home bc you can't fall asleep without him in bed with you. so you go into his office in his favorite, most expensive lingerie to try and distract him. he makes you ride his thigh with your hands behind his back with his tie and does not touch you once

warnings: hardcore smut. some shit. the same shit i always put in. a lot of begging and andy is a DA so he’s having none of it.

word count: about 3,600

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i know i’m using the lyrics from the same song for some of these but that’s just bc they’re technically in the same “world”. there’s really no order and ultimately, they’re completely unrelated.

You were not a demanding partner. You knew Andy had a job and that he loved his job.

That did not mean you didn’t miss him sometimes. He was the kind of person who could throw himself into work unintentionally and not even realize it.

But there had always been lines he didn’t cross. You did not like sleeping without your husband. You very simply couldn’t.

He was working on a case that you knew next to nothing about because Andy never talked about cases because he never wanted to tell you any sort of bad news. Beyond “I won”, you were mostly in the dark about his cases. If he didn’t win, you always knew, but he never said it.

You tried to give him space when he so clearly wanted it, but this was just too much. He also needed to sleep, he would be no good to anyone if he was dead on his feet.

And okay, maybe you were feeling a little less understanding because you might have wanted something from him, something more than just him being in bed next to you.

Since your first major date with Andy, you’d gathered a wide collection of lingerie. You’d never met a man who appreciated you in lace so much. He treated undressing you like a religious experience.

It had started with Valentine’s Day, you’d had sex with him prior, but it was always so...not bad, definitely not, but not as fun as it could be. It was usually after a date, always at your place, and he left soon after, way sooner than you would like but he had his career and you had your life, too.

You had wanted the night to be special, you wanted to see if you could make him stay until the morning, so you went to Victoria’s Secret for some scrap of material that was way too expensive. A sleeveless, lacy white bodysuit with a plunging neckline and thin ribbons laced down to your navel. It really hid nothing, and it was more irritating trying to find a dress that wasn’t so tight that it showed.

But when he was on your bed, watching you undress, you knew it was worth it. He immediately sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed so he could grab your hips. “Move in with me.”

Definitely not what you were expecting, but you said yes without hesitation. Since then, he wasn’t interested in hiding how much he loved seeing you in lingerie. He also wasn’t opposed to buying you what he wanted to see you in. That was why you had a secret collection that you had for truly special occasions. His birthday, last Christmas, and now.

Now, as he was in his damn office just 30 minutes until midnight, and you fucking missed him. He would leave early, get home late, and then work. You hadn’t had dinner together for two nights.

So, you slipped into a gorgeous pink corset that was very overpriced but if he fucked you tonight, it would be worth it. The clasps were in the front, he always liked to start at the bottom, inching his mouth up your body until your breasts were exposed and then he would just worship them with his teeth, tongue, and lips. It wasn’t too much lace because you wanted to tease, the cups were so small you were practically spilling out of them, and the back was decorated with a pink ribbon lacing through until it settled in a huge bow at the small of your back. The matching thong covered nothing, of course.

You slipped your robe on before you headed down to his office. You didn’t bother to knock because you personally didn’t care if you interrupted him. He didn’t even glance up as you entered, just kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen before him.

Now, you weren’t complaining. You loved this about Andy, you loved how much he cared about his work. It was important work. And it wasn’t that he made you feel he wasn’t interested in you, that definitely wasn’t a concern, but sometimes, you needed him, and he needed to be told that.

“Andy, it’s time for bed.”

“In a minute.”

“You said that four hours ago.”

He blinked, glancing at the time on the corner of the screen. “Wow, sorry, I had no idea it was this late. Head up, I’ll join you in just a second.”

“No, Andy, I want you to come with me now.”

He sighed. “Baby, this is important.”

“I know that, it’s always important. But taking care of yourself is also important.” Taking care of you was another very essential thing, but you would have sounded bratty if you added that.

“I promise, I’ll come home early tomorrow—”

“No.”

He sighed. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you because I’m going to keep working.”

You kept your eyes on his face the entire time as you reached for the tie on your robe and yanked it loose. He arched an eyebrow at you until you let the robe fall to the floor.

“So, that’s why you’re here.”

“I’m here because I refuse to sleep in a bed without my husband.”

“Has nothing to do with you wanting to get fucked?”

“Very little to do with that,” you claimed.

He scoffed, sliding his chair back a little. “Well, come here.”

Okay, you were expecting victory, but not that easily. You cautiously made your way toward him.

He tapped his thigh. “Sit right here.”

You made your way around him to his left thigh and went to sit until he made a disapproving noise. Oh. He didn’t want you to sit. You spread your legs and straddled his thigh, trying not to squirm too much as he watched you.

“Haven’t seen this one before.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful on you. You know what seeing you in pink does to me.”

Yes, you knew. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head before you could.

He reached up to loosen his tie. “It’s been a long time since you were this bratty.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Well, it’s been a long time since you left me unsatisfied.”

“Oh, unsatisfied?”

Huge no. Andy took satisfying you as seriously as he took his job. Implying that he was failing was the best way to get your ass spanked hard enough that sitting for two weeks after was quite the task. But you weren’t going to take it back.

“I’ve had to take care of myself lately.” That was a lie, but hell, you were in this deep. Why not take it all the way home?

He pulled his tie off completely then turned to you. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“No,” you immediately responded, purely out of habit. When he asked you something, he expected you to answer. It was your pride that kept you talking, “I don’t need your permission.”

He snorted. “Is that so?”

Andy wasn’t an angry man, not really. Sure, he had his moments, everyone did. But his expression of anger was unlike most. He didn’t yell, he didn’t throw things, he didn’t slam doors. He was very calm outwardly, but he had his tells. His eyes got darker, he set his jaw when he didn’t like what he was hearing. And specifically, with you, his hands needed to be doing something, you theorized it was because he was itching to spank you.

“Hands behind your back.”

This was not what you wanted. Sex, just sex. It was almost midnight, you were tired. You pictured him fucking you for a couple of rounds and then falling asleep together. You did not want this entire elaborate scene. But you didn’t tell Andy no, not when he was like this. Besides, if you did, you knew he was just going to point out how wet you were, you knew he could feel it through his pants by now.

So, you brought your hands behind your back and tried no to startle when he began binding them together with his tie. He eyed you after, making an appreciative noise when he saw how propped up your breasts now were, but he didn’t touch you.

“Get yourself off.”

“What?” you huffed.

“I want to feel your cunt grinding on my thigh and you’re not going to stop until I tell you to.”

“Andy—”

“I’m not asking.”

You knew he wasn’t, and you knew the longer you put this off, the more he was going to drag this out. You rolled your hips experimentally, trying to find a safe place to relax and ride his thigh. It took you a while and you were way too humiliated to look at him. He loved doing that to you, apparently, judging by how easy it was to rub your pussy against him, you also did.

He never touched you, never once helped you. He didn’t move at all until you were so close, but that was only to resume typing on his computer.

“Andy!” You gasped.

“Keep going,” he directed, tone full of warning.

You did mostly because you wanted to come but also because you were a little scared.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, moaning through your orgasm. You received no response from him. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t tell you how good you were for doing what he asked. The only thing that got him speaking was that you had comfortably settled on his thigh.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You were still attempting to catch your breath, obviously not made easy by the tight corset you were in. “Andy—”

“I’m going to keep count of how many times I have to remind you to listen to me, and baby girl, you will not enjoy the punishment that follows.”

You whimpered something unintelligible and began moving once more. You wanted his help, you want to feel his hands on your skin, but you didn’t necessarily dislike this. You could see how hard he was, how he was straining against his pants. Your slick left a large portion of his pants wet already and you’d only just come once. There was a part of you that was somewhat curious about how far Andy would take his controlling habits tonight.

You finished a second time and once more, he didn’t react. You got louder, you moved faster, you angled your body so you knew he could see your breasts bouncing. A third, a fourth, but still, you had no success in getting anything from him.

Your pussy was tired, overstimulated, and your muscles were starting to ache. How long did he want you to do this?

“You’re slowing down.”

“Baby—”

“Be quiet and let me finish my work, baby.”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He turned to you, cooing, “Oh, my baby wants to stop?”

You nodded. “Yes, please!”

His serious tone returned, “Well, I’m gonna level with you. I don’t really give a shit what you want.”

“Andy!” You laid your head on his shoulder, but kept your hips moving. He didn’t bluff about punishments. “Please let me stop.”

“No, keep it up.”

You whined his name again, but he said nothing further. You weren’t sure how many more you managed but you had to lean on him completely. The mess you’d made on his pants covered most of his thigh and that only served to embarrass you more. You were sweating now, body aching because you were tired, shaking because this was too much but also because you still wanted him to touch you.

“And look at that,” he announced. “A little after midnight and I just sent the last email I needed to. Maybe if you weren’t so impatient, I would be upstairs right now fucking you.”

You didn’t believe that for a second. Had you not come in, he’d had still been doing things that could no doubt just be done in the morning.

“You can stop.”

You let out a sigh of true relief as you collapsed into his chest.

Finally, his hand found the back of your head and he brushed his fingers through your hair as he shushed you and told you that you were kind of good. Which was such shit, but you were too tired to argue, probably what he wanted. Soon, his hand trailed down your back all the way to your ass. He was still so hard, and you knew he was not going to let you rest yet.

“Think you got one more in you?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I can take one. Will you come inside me?”

He hurriedly got to his feet, bringing you along with him, and turned you to the desk just to bend you over it.

You heard him moving his belt and pants out of the way. He teased the tip of his cock through your folds, reveling in the moans and mewls that spilled from your lips. You were still so painfully sensitive that when he entered you, your legs buckled.

He held you by the tie around your wrists, slowly continuing until he was completely buried in you.

You were laid out flat against the desk, one cheek pressed to the surface. He reached out to push your hair back so he could see you. He wanted to watch your face as he pulled out and pushed back in all soft and sedate.

Your eyes filled with tears when he hit that spot inside you, you really couldn’t give him another orgasm. You were tired and overstimulated. “Fuck, Andy, that feels so good.”

“You still don’t wanna come?”

“I can’t,” you insisted.

“Okay.” He let his hands glide over your ass, thumb slipping under the string of your thong. You felt his thumb moving around where he had you on his cock, but you didn’t know why until he began pressing it into your asshole.

“Baby, please no, I can’t—”

“You will take what I want to give you. That’s the rule when you’re a brat and interrupt me when I’m working.”

You shuddered as he picked up pace with both his thumb and his cock. You would come like this, it wouldn’t even take long.

You were mindless, your body moved on its own, the sweet sounds you made tumbled from your parted lips. He noticed this distant look in your eyes and knew how this would go. He knew when he fucked you like this, sometimes you entered this euphoric state where you were utterly reliant on him. He loved taking you there, loved how soft you could get, cuddly and needy, refusing to let him go.

“Andy,” you sobbed, “please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for anymore. Yes, you were tired, but with his thumb in your ass, you now craved that stretch only his cock could give you.

He pulled out, grabbing your shoulders to stand you up. As he turned you to him, he sat you on the desk and untied your hands.

You immediately touched his face, his jaw especially. You would never get enough of his beard. Every time you saw him heading to work, dressed in those suits, you could feel his beard pricking your thighs and pussy, no matter how long it had been since you last felt it.

He spread your legs and brought you closer to the edge. Never once did his eyes leave yours as he began sliding you down his cock. Just as soon as he was completely buried, he pulled you off and then took your ass.

You had to hold onto his forearms, worried you would fall back otherwise. He pulled you down slowly, inch by inch, never losing his patience or control.

His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you against him, his hips jerking up to force his cock deeper in your ass.

You were a babbling, crying mess and he loved it. He loved that he’d fucked you so good your brain wasn’t working, that you couldn’t speak, that you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed what he was doing to your body.

“Hold on, baby girl.” He settled you back on the desk and brought your hands up to his shoulders, you instantly gripped his shirt tight.

He started at the bottom of the corset, his hips moving nice and slow as he worked his way up. Once he had your breasts exposed, his mouth latched onto a nipple and he bit down hard.

You screamed, pulling him against you closer as you arched your back. His hand closed around your opposite breast, kneading your skin almost painfully hard.

He pulled back to look at you, hands gliding along your waist and down to your sides. His hips became wild because he understood the harder he fucked you, the more your breasts would move.

Andy had a strict standard for dealing with you after he’d already told you no, but you still insisted. It was his way of re-establishing his control. He thought himself fair, he never told you no just to upset you. So, he expected a degree of respect for his refusals.

Anyway, if he was speaking to you and you were answering even partially coherently, his job was not done. That was why this had gone for another half hour. He’d bent you over the desk once more because you couldn’t sit up on your own.

His cum was still dripping from your pussy and your ass and your thighs were covered. Your hands were shaking, incapable of holding the edge of the desk. You knew he was wrapping this up, but not until he felt that the point had been communicated.

He leaned over you to kiss your face. “Are you good?”

You weren’t sure how you responded, but sufficiently, you guessed, as he stood up and pulled out again. He kept one hand on your lower back to keep you there for a moment, then he cautiously began stepping around the desk.

You turned your head to the opposite direction, confused when you saw him pointing his phone at you. You didn’t feel self-conscious. It was just Andy and there wasn’t a part of your body he didn’t appreciate. But you were still unsure of what he was doing.

“Sit back in my chair, baby.”

You turned away again, searching behind for where he’d left his chair. He’d moved it closer at least, which meant you only had to take about five shaky steps until you could do what he asked.

He made his way to you, camera sliding down your body until he reached your thighs. “You are beautiful covered in my cum.” He reached for the thong you were still wearing and yanked it down your legs. “Show me your pussy.”

There wasn’t much you could do at the moment, but opening your legs for Andy was second nature at this point.

“Touch yourself.”

You could only stare for a moment, trying to convey that you weren’t sure if you could. Your arms felt fifty pounds.

“Again,” he said firmly, “I wasn’t asking.”

He made you make yourself come. He didn’t say anything further but the look on his face was clear. You’d come in here, his office, with one goal. And he was giving it to you, it was out of the question to tap out. It was out of the question to tell Andy that he was giving you too much. Not because he wouldn’t like to hear it, but because you wanted to keep your pride intact.

After he was satisfied with his video, he tossed his phone onto the desk and picked you up. You were already falling asleep halfway up the staircase. He was done being controlling, though. Now, he was your sweet, doting husband that was whispering to you about how good you were tonight, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

He laid you out on the bed and you attempted to pull him down with you. “Hang on, I want to get you cleaned up a little.” He started between your thighs and moved up until he cleared his cum from your skin.

He disappeared into the bathroom and you heard him moving things around. You wanted to order him to get into bed with you but talking seemed like such a task. When he returned to you, he wasn’t wearing anything. He grabbed a blanket from the chair in the corner of the room so he wouldn’t have to make you get off the blankets you were laid on.

He settled in at your side, pulling you against his chest before he situated the blanket over the two of you. It was you who reached for his cock and guided him in between your legs, he pressed his hips up slowly until he was buried inside you.

You couldn’t do anything else, but you wanted to feel him. You wanted to fall asleep and wake up with him inside you.

He kissed you briefly before touching your face. “Listen, I’m sorry about tonight. I won’t work that late again, okay?”

You simply nodded and pressed the side of your face against his chest. Would he do it again? Probably. Would you interrupt him again? More than likely. But this was fun for both of you, so why try to change it?

#andy barber x reader #loveddddd writing this one #this man being a control freak has me feeling things #my writing

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normadeathmond · 4 years

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the spanish princess ep 2 thoughts

I’ve been enjoying all the reaction posts so here’s mine (spoilers included):

- I’ve had kind of a revelation this week regarding The Spanish Princess. This show is basically the modern day version of those dubiously accurate medieval historical chronicles. Not only do we have extra supernatural elements (the cuuuuurse, prophetic dreams), but we also have the contemporary authors’ personal biases inserted all over the place, and the addition of mythical stories about the heroes (Catherine fighting at Flodden this week). For some reason, this has made me a lot more forgiving towards the show. (it probably also helps that my fave Maggie B is dead now, so I don’t have to worry about them shitting all over her anymore, and I don’t have a particularly strong attachment to any of the other historical figures depicted)

- erm wtf, did anyone else catch that scene with Maggie and Edmund de la Pole in the previously on that we’ve never seen before?? I guess this plotline was supposed to be included in episode one as well, which probably would’ve helped it feel a bit more developed and less like something they suddenly remembered had to be tied up from last year. The whole sequence of Edmund being reintroduced and killed off in less than five minutes was very rushed.

- I’m glad baby Henry’s death hasn’t been totally forgotten, but do we really need so many grief-stricken sex scenes between these two? These are supposed to be the years they’re deeply in love, let them have some happier sex

- ehh I’m not sure that Catherine’s big reveal to the council actually changes much. A very early pregnancy, possibly with a girl, doesn’t really make the line secure. I think the focus should have been on Henry’s own desire to prove himself in battle, which would also have added to the humiliation when Catherine successfully defeats the Scots while his military exploits fizzle out.

- I really like General Howard, Peter Egan is fantastic (albeit a bit too polished for a grouchy, uncouth soldier type)

- “and now this book is closed” - god I hope so, bc I hate Maggie’s plotline from last year. It was interminable watching her whinge about how unfair it was that the Tudors suspected her of plotting against them because she had always been the most loyal person ever, as though she was suffering from some kind of selective memory loss about literally being a spy for the Yorkist rebellion in The White Princess. ffs Maggie can be either a completely innocent woman unfairly maligned by the Tudors or she can be a badass Yorkist rebel, not both.

- it seems her memory problems are back this episode because she goes storming off to complain to Catherine about Edmund de la Pole getting his head chopped off, conveniently forgetting than she was also heavily involved in his plot and her family is only out of the Tower thanks to Catherine interceding for her with Henry. Catherine was 100% in the right here, Edward of Warwick was innocent whereas Edmund de la Pole was a fully cognisant adult who spearheaded a revolt to take the throne (and likely would’ve had both Henry VII and Henry VIII killed if he had succeeded), so the idea that she’s suddenly heartless because she apologised for the former’s death but not the latter’s is ridiculous. The whole scene, including Maggie’s kids’ ‘whoomp here she goes again’ reactions, unintentionally have her coming off as rather hysterical.

- hopefully the rest of her story this season focuses on her mending her relationship with her sad silent son instead and possibly getting her leg over Thomas More

- ahhh Lina’s face when Catherine bitchily says she’ll be having a girl. Catherine’s not going to be able to stop herself from lashing out at her now that she has twin boys.

- first the clothes comment last episode, now they have Ursula saying Charles may not be good-looking but he’s rich as fuck. I guess she’s being set up as a gold-digger.

- is it just me or does the Anne Boleyn’s actress look a little bit like Charlotte Hope? The dress they had her in when Henry returns even looks like something Catherine would’ve worn in season one. I’ve no idea why they’ve brought the Boleyn girls in this early though – are they going to be sent to France then come back later? Henry still has to make his way through Anne Hastings, Bessie Blount and Mary Boleyn before he gets to Anne. The episode summaries make it look like his infidelities won’t start until episode four so he’s going to have to have a new girl every episode to get through them all.

- I’ve kind of come around on the whole Catherine-in-armour thing. Frock Flicks wrote an interesting article this week where they pointed out that while historically battle armour for women did not exist and women very rarely wore armour, depictions of women in armour have been around for a long time and would have existed in the Tudor period. In this pseudo-historical retelling of Catherine’s story mythologizing her as a warrior queen, it does make sense to carry on that visual tradition and have her armoured up.

- Unfortunately I think they did kind of undermine the visual impact of the armour on screen by focusing on it so heavily in the promos for the season. Possibly it wouldn’t have affected a casual viewer so much, but anyone who’s followed the show’s promo cycle has been seeing pictures and clips of Catherine in the armour for weeks now, and when she entered stomping down the corridor in her full battle gear it didn’t blow me away like the first look at that outfit should have done.

- I know this series is never going to have the budget of Game of Thrones, but Flodden was a disappointment, from the rousing speech (“mothers are warriors too, amirite ladies?”) to the battle itself. You can tell they really wanted this to be their big epic action sequence and unfortunately it felt underwhelming. I remember the battles in TWQ/TWP being much more impressive, for what was probably a similar budget.

- as soon as I saw how heavily pregnant Lina was this episode, I knew a birth/battle juxtaposition was coming. I get what they were trying to do with the whole ‘childbirth is women’s battlefield’ theme, but the attempt to fake-out Lina’s death fell flat - there’s no way they were killing her off. (I’m not sure why she was giving birth in the hallway, with apparently no midwives, but it was inadvertently hilarious watching Maggie - the only one with any childbirth experience - try and talk her through it while the other three were basically no help at all.)

- also everyone being like “omg Princess Mary you can’t possibly be at the birth” felt so out of place given that Meg and Catherine were both hanging around a battlefield at the same time

- on the one hand I did like that Catherine didn’t end up being some amazing warrior just off instinct; she’s almost immediately pulled off her horse, staggers around looking confused as fuck and then is shocked when she actually kills someone. But on the other, what was the point of all the warrior queen build up if she barely even does anything useful on the battlefield? (also why did they have her kill someone who looked so much like James?? I’ve seen several people think she killed James herself and I thought that too until he was shown being taken down afterwards - it was needlessly confusing)

- JAAAAMES. I’m so sad he’s gone. Georgie Henley knocked it out the park this episode, especially in her big mourning scene. Although given how sweet he and Meg were this episode, and her comment about him being her best friend, it just makes the punch last episode seem even stranger.

- I’m so sad we were robbed of seeing Catherine try to send James’ corpse to Henry as a victory gift and have to be talked into sending just the coat. If you’re going to make her ride out in armour let her keep her savage penchant for gruesome war trophies!

- oop, Catherine absolutely fails to sell the lie that she’s pleased about Lina’s two boys, and Lina can definitely tell.

- with Maggie B gone, Wolsey is the new evil religious cockblocker in town!

- I would like twenty more scenes of Lina and Oviedo being cute and bitching about their work days thanks

- I like Catherine defending Howard to Henry. It would have been nice if there was more time to show the development of a begrudging respect between those two.

- overall I found this episode disappointing. The big sequences weren’t impressive in the way last week’s were and there weren’t enough character moments to make up for that. I’m still looking forward to the rest of the season though, especially Meg, Mary and Maggie’s storylines.

#the spanish princess

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sicaminion · 6 years

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—Kise hates his smile.

“Yo, Kise.” He looks up and finds Aominecchi has this annoying, cocky smile plasters on his face. He looks down on him, slightly, because he’s annoyingly taller (only by few inches!) and it makes him regrettably too smug for Kise’s liking.

“You late. I’ve been waiting here for more than 2 hours,” he grumbles, jutting out his lips because that’s what he unconsciously does when he is annoyed.

“I told you not to wait on me,” he retorts easily. “I messaged you so don’t get all grumpy on me now.”

“You messaged me by only 10 ten minutes before! Are you seriously thinking it’s that easy to cancel an official meeting like this?”

“Calm your tits blondie, don’t be so stiff now. I’m here, alright.”

Kise glares and he glares hard. He can tell his face gets all red now. “You know what? You’re—“

“—an ass,” the smirking male drawls, smugly stealing Kise’s words from his tongue. He smiles so innocently it gets on Kise’s nerve. He opens his mouth to snap on the bluenette but the latter is quick to cup on his cheeks, making the blond snaps his mouth shut.

“I’m sorry,” he says with an intense gaze fixed up on him. And then he smiles, that damn heartbreaking smile of him that always without fail electrified him, makes his skin all tingles and his breath shortened.

Kise stomps his way as he tries to escape from Aominecchi’s clutch, cheeks red and lips bitten in frustration more at his own self than at the other.

Kise really hates his smile.

—Kise hates his hairstyle.

Aominecchi keeps his hair uncut in university. For some unknown reason the lazyass bluenette decides to roll on with a longer, wilder style even when Kise knows he thinks it’s annoying because every time the now longer fringe dropped to his forehead he'd shove them with this tiny scowl on his face. Sometimes he'd mess with it or swapped it aside (also with this irritated mini furrowed eyebrows that Kise might or might not find kind of maybe slightly adorable.) He would also scratch the top locks on his head with his claws from time to time and then Kise would have scrunched his nose whenever the latter did so, he'd told him that if his head itched he should have shampooed it more. Aominecchi then would either gets him in a headlock or ruffles his hair.

“If it annoys you why you keep it long?” he asks when the movement getting all too distracting for him.

Aominecchi looks at him and shrugs, messing his hair once again.

Kise then would keep staring at him. More specifically, at his hand and gets stupidly jealous of it because he desperately wants to do the job. He wants to replace that hand and run his own hand through the other's hair. He wants to reach out and play with the strangely soft looking locks.

“You said I should try to keep it longer.” He hears Aominecchi says after a while of pause.

“Huh, I did?”

“Yeah, I think I might try and see if it suits me.”

Yes, it does. Kise coughs and looks the other way. “Don’t cut it, then.” Keep it long (and maybe, just maybe, he would have a chance one day to run his hand on it.)

—Kise hates the way he made fun of him.

“Oh my God,” Aominecchi gasps between his laughter. Kise hopes he’ll choke up and drop dead on the ground any minute now.

“What an epic fail! Oh yeah, you really gets the hang of it, alright. You’re the best.” He continues with his unnecessary comment, even still as breathless as he is at the moment.

“Shut up.” Kise grits his teeth. He bows his head and tugs on the bluenette’s jacket sleeve closer, hoping that the other’s larger figure can somehow hide him from people’s curious eyes.

“I have to admit that when I see your confidence declaration I was sold for a moment right then. What was it again? Oh yeah, I can do it Aominecchi,” he says, mimicking Kise’s voice. The blond is clearly unimpressed at the unflattering copy the bluenette makes of him, “Who do you think I am? There’s no way parking a car could be harder than beating your ass in basket.” Aominecchi then snorts and adds; “Now I know you suck at both.”

Kise stomps at Aominecchi’s foot because it is what best he can do in the middle of attempting to escape from the scene. But Kise did stomp quite hard and he is very satisfied at himself when he hears the tanned skinned male yelped in pain. “Do such thing once again and you’ll have to drive yourself home after this.” Aominecchi darkly mutters.

“Is that a threat?” Kise squints his eyes, looking particularly at Aominecchi’s other feet contemplating if there’s some other way he can step on the other one as well.

“Seeing how you successfully bumped every single ones of the traffic cones, scratched the innocent, unmoving car on both your sides, and hit a huge-ass tree in a straight path… yes. It’s a threat for your own safety, genius copycat.”

Kise vows to get the paint job of Aominecchi’s car scratched and totally ruined later on. Unintentionally, of course.

—Kise hates when he treats him like a girl.

Sometimes Aominecchi can easily gets on his nerve when he is, in fact, only trying to be kind.

Like when he accompanied him to shop the previous weekend, for example. “Here, trade the bigger bag with mine.” He said. “Actually, just lemme carry them all, you look like you’d swoon anytime now.” He added which made Kise bitched, of course, because seriously he isn’t that weak and just because he is paler than usual—because of the terrible heatstroke—doesn’t mean he is going to swoon like a damsel. (So “No, thank you,” he replied.)

Or that one time when the college’s clinic doctor said he was anemic and should had been better taking a rest from his part-time modelling for at least one week. The blue haired male wouldn't let him escape his eyesight and after watched the few times Kise almost going to fall down—actually, it was just two times. He counted—he’d insisted he’ll carry him to his apartment. (“Fuck it, Kise. I’ll just give you a piggyback ride,” he stated.) But Kise was stubborn so he strongly refused—it'd be goddamn embarrassing damnit. Knowing he had fainted and got carried away in a bride style to the clinic was already embarrassing enough he wished the earth would open and swallow him, letting himself get carried when he was very much conscious was another different level of humiliation. Thank you very much, but nope.

But then one day, Aominecchi’s current girlfriend is sick. She gets a fever and the clinic doctor tells her she could leave earlier if she felt the fever getting worst. She milks the best out of it (like any typical college student who doesn’t have the motivation to stay for the class would do in such opportunity) and takes a leave.

“She’s definitely faking it, of course.” Momoicchi mutters beside him. They’re sitting on the picnic sheet the girl has brought with her and lay on the grass in the College yard, studying for a subject they luckily shared the exam together, “When Dai-chan and I visited her in the clinic she looked absolutely fine except for the slightly flushed face, she’s just making Dai-chan carry her around to make Togano-san believes she’s indeed too sick to participate in the class.”

Kise smiles a tight, small strained lips kind of smile—because he too, thinks the same like Momoicchi. He watches as Aominecchi and his girlfriend—fitting snugly in the bluenette’s hold—approach them. The girl smiles as she looks down at the two of them and sighs softly, cheeks flush in a pretty, feminine shade of pink.

“Daiki always treats me like a princess,” she gushes aloud. “He looks rough on the outside but he would offers such sweet thing that only I get the privilege to.”

Kise refrains himself from saying anything and from the corner of his eyes he can see Momoicchi does the same. Neither of them saying anything to reply the girl but Kise has, with an irritation he doesn't really understand, keeps a note to himself that the next time Aominecchi gets all annoying again by offering him sweet thing like piggyback him or anything stupid like that, he’ll let him do it and makes sure his girl knows about it.

—Kise hates how he criticized his job.

“You’re scrawny Kise.” He hears Aominecchi's comment as he flips the few pages where Kise’s photoshoot of recent modeling for a jeans printed on. “You look like a toothpick.”

Kise eyeballs the bluenette wishing if only the imaginary daggers he sends at Aominecchi could actually really give a sting on his wide forehead. “Whatever you say, Aominecchi. But for your information everyone in the studio praised my body.” He says defensively.

The ex-Touou ace puts down the magazine and gives him a once over. “Meh, they don’t have good eyes, then.” He drawls and then as to prove a point he casually strips and throws his shirt at him.

“Asshole,” Kise grumbles.

He quickly looks the other way so that the other won’t notice the embarrassing red shade creeping up his face.

“Kise,” he hears Aominecchi calls after a moment of silence between them. He hummed as to makes him know he listening. “Have you ever thought of quitting modeling before?”

Slightly taken by surprise when he heard the strange question, Kise pursed his lips before he replies. “Um, I have a small fleeting thought once in awhile. Usually it’s whenever I was feeling particularly worn out after the job but the thought never stays for long.” He shrugs. “Why suddenly the weird question, Aominecchi?”

“You should quit.” The bluenette says with a ridiculously straight face. Kise frowns. He’s going to say something—ask him why, maybe, but Aominecchi beats him. “All of your poses are silly.”

Kise huffs after he hears that, his jaws tightens in irritation. Aominecchi always makes fun of the job he’s been doing since junior high school. He’s been indifferent at first—after all, what he cares solely in his silly teenage years is only basketball (and a gravure idol who’s photobook he’d never missed)—but getting older and wiser as time passes by the male has finally put interests in other things that isn’t his favorite sport. He’s putting more concerns on his friends, make an effort to actually hang out with them, and honestly Kise couldn’t be any happier for that. However, when it comes to the potential of bullying Kise the other has never hesitated any bit, and while his mocks are mostly teasing sometimes it can get hurtful too. Kise has long since learned to just rolls with it.

“All of my poses are none of your business Aominecchi. You’re not the one who paid me for the job, so I don’t care whatever your opinions about them.” Kise snaps and then winces at how bitter he must have sounded to the other. It’s not his character to get angry at Aominecchi’s barbs. Between the two of them he prides himself to be the more level headed one.

But he can’t take the words he has spoken so confidently now, can he?

Next he realized Aominecchi hasn’t said anything after his snappy comeback yet and even though Kise doesn’t have the guts to look at him and whatever expression fixed on the bluenette’s face he feels a small surge of pride blossoming inside his chest for finally standing up for his own self. And also for finally be the one with the last words between the two of them.

—most of all, Kise hates the way he gave a sincere 'sorry'.

It’s been a month and between three upcoming fashion shows and an offer to make his debut in the newest edition of W’s Japan Kise has not yet got the chance to talk with Aominecchi after their latest argument. It’s been quite awkward after he delivered his blow to get back on the other’s mocking comment regarding his modeling works and strangely Aominecchi didn't throw any comeback retorts until he'd gone home soon later that day.

“Do you think I’m being too harsh when I said his opinion don’t matter?” Kise asks Momoicchi after he’s finished telling him about their last encounter. They’ve been in phone call for almost an hour now. They’ve became so close with each other since the starts of freshmen year, having shared few same classes and known each other since junior high school. They enjoy each other’ companies and share many similar taste. Momoicchi has something in her that makes it easy to discuss almost everything.

“No Ki-chan, I think you did the right thing. Dai-chan could really be so arrogant sometimes and it’s nice that you tolerate his flaws, but you can’t let him step on your feelings either.” Momoicchi has assures him and it really makes him feeling all better.

But after they decides to say goodbye for the night and the call has ended, Kise lies on his side, the gallery on his phone showing the recent photo he has taken with Aominecchi in Murasakibaracchi’s Halloween Party last week. They have their cheeks pressed together as they grinned widely, ear to ear, faces flushed because of the Pina Collada and Aominecchi has one of his arms on Kise’s hip as the other tugged on the bunny ears on the headband he’d been forced to wear.

Suddenly Kise misses him.

And as if on cue, the said bluenette’s caller id pops out on his screen.

With wide, startled eyes Kise gazed at the flashing screen for few seconds not doing anything, before he finally snaps out of it and quickly picks up the phone.

“A-aominecchi?”

“Kise,” a deep voice, somehow with a touch of relief in it, answers him. “What took you so long, dumbass?”

Kise recognized the usual teasing tone the other is using and he smiles, “Mou, it can’t be that long.”

He hears few chuckles and then there’s silence before Aominecchi talks again. “Hey, uh... listen, I want to say I’m sorry, Kise.”

Kise’s heart skips a beat. “Uh, for what?”

“For making you upset,” the other replies easily. “Because I did, right? Upsetting you, I meant.”

Kise feels like he’s thrown to another realm. He can’t believe Aominecchi has just apologized! Well, it’s not that he’s that much of an asshole—no matter how people may thought of him—Aomine is, just like everyone else, also capable of feeling guilty, apologetic, and even remorse. He just usually not chooses to openly admit it—not verbally at least.

He prefers to act on it. Like suddenly bringing a box of donuts without being asked to or offering to help on something he normally won’t do.

If he says sorry he says it to tease. It's definitely not like this.

“Kise? You still there?”

“Oh, yes! I— sorry I just—” Kise bites his lips.

Damn, he can’t contain his grin.

—Kise hates Aominecchi, .......well, maybe not completely though. It'scomplicated.

#aokise #knb #rewrite old story #ao3 #ff: love/hate #kise thoughts are a mess #he is just a confused puppy #aomine doesn't help #aka the shoujo manga tropes i found silly but secretly like

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