➸ @ellez1127 asked: Hi! Can I please have a Kyungsoo Au with “Can you NOT?” Thank you so much!
➸ Word Count: 1.4K
➸ Genre: Fluff/Humor
➸ Rating: Teens & Up
➸ A/N: This took me a while to come up with, and i guess i like the outcome lol. hope you enjoy this lovely! thanks for the request!♡
The car ride home had been slightly awkward and tense.
Kyungsoo kept a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel while glaring out into the open road not once sparing _________ a look.
Had she not been slightly intoxicated, she probably would have pouted at him and cared more about putting him in a mood. Instead though, she looked at him with a goofy smile on her face giggling every now and then recalling why Kyungsoo was so angry.
Mafumafu: What i’ve learnt after becoming an adult is that even adults cry. Even when you become an adult, sad things are still sad and you’re still hurt by them despite appearing strong. And about those teachers and adults who we hated when we were young, I wondered if they too had sad and hungry times or times when they thought that it was just too painful.
It was sunny, warm morning. I woke up next to Jaebum, he was still asleep. I looked at my baby bump (week 24). I started feeling little kicks on it and I woke Jaebum up, he looked really sleepy but he just smiled “How are my babies?” he asked and kissed my cheek.“We are fine, daddy.” I said. Jaebum chuckled “No, that’s how we got this in here.” he said, moved his hand on the bump and kissed it.
It was getting late and Jaebum still hadn’t come home. I was getting tired so I was getting ready to go to sleep. I heard the front door open and close. “Jaebum?” I yelled from the bedroom. “Y/N? Where are you?” Jaebum yelled “In the bedroom.” I answered.
Jaebum came to the bedroom. “Nice pics you send me mid dance practice.” Jaebum said and kissed me”Wait do you mean nudes or the pic of your shirt being eaten by our cat?” I asked. Jaebum chuckled “The one with ‘Hey daddy’ I wanna see if you look as good in real life…”Jaebum said and kissed my neck. “I’m tired.” I said. Jaebum kissed the other side of my neck “I’ll let you be on top.” Jaebum said and kissed down. “I heard that before. You let me be on top like five seconds and then you flip me to the bottom and…” It was getting really hard to resist him because he started rubbing my clit trough my pyjama shorts “And…” I sighed “Baby…Daddy needs you.” Jaebum said and unbuckled his belt. “Fine.” I said.
Jaebum lifted me up and carried me to the bed. “Baby take off your shirt.” Jaebum said and kissed my cheek. I took my shirt off quickly and Jaebum kissed my breasts. He placed kisses lower and lower. He took off my shorts and rubbed my clit with his finger. He inserted a finger inside me and kissed my lips. Jaebum pulled his finger out and sucked it. He removed his pants and shirt. I looked at his hard cock and a small smile came to my lips. “Baby girl what you want?” Jaebum asked when he saw my smile “fuck me.” I said and Jaebum chuckled “What?”, I rolled my eyes “Daddy please fuck me.” I said. Jaebum kissed me and thrusted his cock inside me. I let out a loud moan. Jaebum started painfully slowly and when I tried to get him go faster he flipped me over and smacked my ass. I had to bite a pillow so I wouldn’t be a moaning mess. Eventually Jaebum started going faster and faster and I couldn’t control my moans anymore “Don’t cum till I say so.” Jaebum said and thrusted deeper. “Daddy please.” I whined. I felt Jaebum cum “Cum for daddy.” he chuckled.
*End of flashback
I looked at Jaebum not impressed “Hey it’s not my fault we ran out of condoms.” Jaebum defended himself. “It so is.” I said and kicked Jaebum down from the bed “Fine, maybe it was but you look too good. It would be a crime not to fuck you.” Jaebum said. I rolled my eyes “Get out of my bedroom.” I said and pointed at the door “I was kidding.” Jaebum said and sat on the bed “No, I mean get out of the bedroom cos baby hungry and needs food, which it’s daddy made.” I said. Jaebum kissed my forehead and left the bedroom to make breakfast to me.
Lazy day at the cave Jason spots Tim piling marshmallows into his mouth, and this loser is so fascinated that when he gets back to whatever hideout of the week, he’s curious enough to try to find out how many he could fit. Raiding the stockpile he knows that Red Robin not so secretly keeps in his more frequently used haunts for a bag of marshmallows, stopping by his room for a hand held mirror. He plops himself on his worn couch, mirror perched on the coffee table.
Three is fine.
Four still in the clear.
Six it’s a tight fit.
Eight his mouth gapes open, saliva is dripping down his chin. Jason grunts in frustration, Tim somehow managed at least twelve of these damn things! He was not one to be outdonehe’s sucked enough dick he should definitely be able to fit more mama didn’t raise no quitter!
Pressing on Jason takes a deep breath through his nose before cramming in more.
He makes it to eleven when his comm beeps, Oracles voice coming through requesting his help on an investigation in his part of town. Jason attempts to remove the marshmallows to answer, only to find that they melted together forming one massive ball that feel fused to his tongue and teeth.
Grunts and gurgles the only sounds that can escape. Oracles calls growing with worry the longer he doesn’t respond. Jason is ripping out chunks of goo at this point getting it everywhere, he’s pretty much wearing it now. He catches Babs hurriedly saying she’s sending someone to his location, and absolute horror floods his system. Nothing could be worse than if one of the bats found him in this situation.
The utter humiliation!
The great Red Hood nearly taken down by goddamn balls of fluff!
He would have to move.
Leave and never come back, cut all contact.
Get a whole new identity, change his name to something they would never expect then flee the country. Yes! He could go to south america, give up the vigilante life so never to risk running in to them. He saw in a movie that Roy had dragged him out to see that the hero quit the life and turned to farming as an escape. Jason could do that! Drop everything and become a farmer! Or well…maybe not exactly a farmer, maybe raise llamas, no alpacas! Become an alpaca farmer! raiser?? herder??? whatever.
Yornima Porkine the alpaca farmer is a perfect cover!
Jason isn’t entirely sure how exactly you raise alpacas, but he could probably manage….but what if he cant, and he can’t make any money. What if they took the farm? he would have no way to make a living! Jason wouldn’t even be able to access his old accounts Bats would definitely be watching those. He’ll have to live on the streets, do some side show act to try to rake in some change to keep from starving. Dancing! No, Jason couldn’t dance to save his life. What if- the rest of the thought is cut off when the window to his right shatters, Nightwing smoothly tumbling in to a crouch taking in the surroundings.
Closing the distance between them Nightwing takes in Jason’s appearance. What a sight he probably was, on his knees, marshmallows scattered everywhere, couch and coffee table pushed askew during his struggles, face flushed covered in white sticky goo, tears mixing with saliva.
One final cough dislodges the last of the marshmallows, falling to the wooden floor with a wet squelch.
Nightwing simply watching, silence stretching on.
“We’re going to pretend I was just giving head instead of what actually happened right?” Jason tries, voice hoarse.
Finally a snicker slips from Dick’s lips, turning into a full body laugh bracing his hands on his knees, bringing him to just the right level to outright laugh in Jason’s face.
“Not a chance!” Dick manages to choke out.
Heat fills his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Jason is about to angrily reply when cackling comes over his comm.
“Well looks like we found our Christmas card!” Oracle wheezes out No the cameras built into their masks! The rest following with comments.
“Congratulations your place as a fool has been secured”
“Master Jason! One child cramming food into their trap is enough thank you!”
“How many did you fit? My record is fifteen.”
“If you were that hungry Ma co-” “Get out of here Clark!”
Groaning Jason buries his face in his hands, laughter ringing in his ear.
The next day Dick receives a call from Roy, asking why he had to talk Jason down from moving to south america to raise alpacas. The only response he gets is near maniacal laugh through the phone and a picture message of Jason lying on the floor in full gear sans mask, surrounded by marshmallows with a little sign resting against his stomach with “I PLAYED CHUBBY BUNNY ALONE″ printed on it.
// I’m absolutely devastated that I’m at work until 23:00 on Tuesday night. I’m going to miss a friend standing in for our high priestess for Samhain cos she’s also got commitments elsewhere that night. And I had to decline the offer of standing in because of work. HEARTBROKEN I TELL YOU. HEARTBROKEN. On the plus side I have silver spider earrings and a glittery spider headband for work. Just because I’m at work doesn’t mean I can’t play, right?????
Anyway… I’m starving so I’m going to walk to the shop and get something for lunch. Then I’ll probs be around, as I have to be online anyway to do one of the NVQ modules.