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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave's_Bro/John_Egbert, Bro/John_Egbert, Bro/Dad/John_Egbert, Dad/John
      Egbert
  Character:
      Bro, Dave's_Bro_|_Beta_Dirk_Strider, John_Egbert, Dad_Egbert, Dad_
      (Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Omega, Alpha_Bro_-
      Freeform, Alpha_Dad, Stomach_Bulge, Knotting, Oral_Knotting, Somnophilia,
      Consensual_Somnophilia, Smuppets, Oral_Sex, Oral_Fixation, Blow_Jobs,
      Public_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Bath_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Rimming,
      Dirty_Talk, Cuddling_&_Snuggling, Sleepy_Cuddles, Naked_Cuddling, Gay
      Sex, Gay, Gay_Male_Character, Omega_John, Omega_Verse, Multiple_Orgasms,
      POV_Multiple, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Father-Son
      Relationship, Consensual, Daddy_Kink, Sugar_Daddy, Out_of_Character_John,
      Out_of_Character_Bro, Out_of_Character_Dad, Crushes, Temporarily
      Unrequited_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-20 Updated: 2016-07-21 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4447
****** Devious Pleasures and Treasures ******
by RandomFlavors
Summary
     John's Dad is a proud Alpha man with a say in some pretty big
     business deals. He finds himself with less and less time to dedicate
     to his home and his son, so in an attempt to keep things steady and
     safe for his little boy, he invests in a baby sitter to do this job
     quite perfectly. Perfectly in a way that no one saw coming. At all. A
     powerful Alpha, by the nickname of Bro, is a perfect candidate for
     this particular job. And James is more that happy in the way it's
     falling into his devious plans.
Notes
     Yes, this is a kinky ass fic. I apologize to those that like the ship
     but find the content of this fic too graphic or disturbing or a turn-
     off. Those were not my intentions in the least. I do find myself
     dissatisfied by plenty of fanfiction that do not meet my standards of
     kinky and explicate, so I decided to stable a shit-post for myself.
     This particular fanfic was compiled by a series of messages exchanged
     between a good friend, Seb, and I on a roleplay site! Everything here
     has been created on a whim of horny expression. If I do receive
     thanks, I will be sure to to notify my "co-writer/developer" that he
     is very much deserving of this praise as well. I hope that those who
     are not too sensitive are very much pleased by the end of the
     chapters. HAVE FUN MY DEARESTS.
***** Sweet Trees *****
John was excited for this day. The day his dad would go out, and he could hang
out with the coolest baby sitter in the entire nebula. He licked his ice cream
and squished up his nose when it was all over his face. Bro chuckled at the
sight of John messily lapping at his ice cream, reaching for him to wipe some
of the cold stain from his face and bring his fingers to his own mouth, sucking
them thoroughly to taste it. "Hmm... It's pretty nice, kid. Wonder why I didn't
get one for myself." Bro shrugs, stopping and crouching in front of the boy,
taking the ice cream from his little hands and giving it a nice, long lick,
taking a moment to taste it and making a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... Tastes
pretty good" He said, taking another couple laps.
He grins, "Don't eat it all!" He times a lick while he holds it. It slides
right off his tongue onto his shirt. John pouts and becomes embarrassed. "I-im
sorry." Bro only snickers a bit at this, bringing the cone to his shirt and
gathering as much of the fallen ice cream into it, then handing it to the boy.
"Hold it" He instructed, holding the kid's shoulders to keep him in place and
leaning in further to bring his face to the stained part of his shirt,
thoroughly licking the remains. John squeaks at the closeness and the tips of
his ears turn pink. He doesn't drop the ice cream though. He doesn't want to
make him mad, and then he not want to baby sit him anymore. "Thank you.."
He keeps licking for a bit more, then suckling at the messy, wet shirt until
it's fairly clean, looking up to the boy once he's done, nodding at him. "It's
cool. We don't want your dad to get too mad, do we?" He pointed, a hint of a
smirk forming as a response to his adorably blushing face. "We should get ya
clean, though, unless you wanna end up all sticky and gross" He pointed,
grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the park.
He scuttles quickly after him, feeling suddenly giddy and shuddering at the
warm, rough palm of Bro's hand. "Y-yes'sir." His dad had taught him to use
manners to other adults. He was a complete and utter asshole to other kids, but
the didn't mean to be. Just no one liked his pranks and jokes. But Bro does. He
likes it when they fail, and he'd end up covered in shaving cream. He didn't
notice that he'd been failing on purpose.
It wasn't the first time Bro pulled this trick, his relationship with John
allowing him a big extent of... Privacy. Whenever the boy ended up covered in
that shaving lotion, product of a failed prank, he'd have him undressed in a
matter of minutes and, well, he usually got a bit too handsy whenever that
happened. Right now, Bro was quick to find a nicely secluded spot, not
completely hidden from people's eyes, but enough for him to get his true
payment for babysitting the adorable kid. He guided John behind a tree and
crouched in front of him, gently pushing the little body so his back was
resting against the tree, quirking a brow at him. "Alright, take off your
shirt" He said, already smirking with anticipation.
He bit his lip, thinking he was going to play again. He got a bit giddy again,
feeling his body rush with a wave of happiness and anticipation. "Yes'sir.." He
said while he quickly, removed the wet shirt. He made sure to stick out his
tongue and lick along the patch of saliva that Bro had left while his face was
hidden behind the shirt. The fabric was thin and it easily coated his tongue.
He pretended as though he totally hadn't just done that after the article of
clothing had been removed from his little frame.
"Good" Bro simply said at the boy's obedience, evidently running his eyes all
over those tiny, delicate features, already dying to at least touch that
smooth, soft skin. He glanced around, everyone quite busy it seemed, though he
was sure no one would mind this sort of interaction in this city, even though
he liked at least some privacy. Shrugging it off, the man's hands went to both
sides of the child's torso, looking at those blue eyes with a tender smile.
"Just stay still and I'll get it done quickly" He lied, pressing his face
against his chest and running long laps all over the sticky skin, feeling the
sweetness of the ice cream mix with the taste of the boy's skin.
He claps his hands over his mouth to keep from softly squealing. "M-mfph~!" His
eyes fluttered closed at his innocent sensitiveness. He did as he told though.
He kept quiet and did as he was told. He kept still, only slightly leaning into
the warm tongue. His pink nipples grew perky at the contrast of warm breath and
the cool spring air. "MM~<3..." Bro's attention was mild and gentle, but he was
already familiar with the child's sensitivity. It didn't take long for his pink
little buds to jump into attention, getting hard as his tongue ran over the
stained skin, then covering some that wasn't even touched by the ice cream. He
gave a brief look to the kid, only smiling as a warning before licking over his
right nipple, the area also sweet with ice cream, starting to softly suckle it
not long after.
The boy's toes wiggled in his flip flop as he tried to keep still. He wanted to
moan out and make those noises and he seemed to like. When the warmth spread
over his nipple, his breath stuttered and his grip on the tree tightened. A
small tent had formed in his boxers, and he slightly humped the air mindlessly.
"M-mmpha~a..." He blush spread down his neck to his soft chest. His milky hips
swayed a bit, still being girlish and soft from the age. "M-mr strider~.." He
whispered. 
He snickered against his nipple, the boy's innocence never failing to amuse him
and, even more, turn him on, a tent starting to form in his own pants, growing
to a half mast. He kept sucking his nipple until the boy had popped a tiny
boner, still noticeable through the light fabric of his shorts, then continuing
his attention for a bit longer only to pull back after a minute, staring deep
into his eyes and nodding, knowing he was already too eager, but always
fancying some teasing. "Alright, we're done" He announced, smirking at him.
"... Unless ya wanna play a bit more?"
 
***** Private Changing Room *****
Chapter Summary
     What gets dirtier as it cleans. A perverted Baby sitter.
Chapter Notes
     Guess who's back. BACK AGAIN. BroJohn.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He panted softly, "I-i want to play daddy." He bit his lip tenderly and gazed
up at him with a doughy, cloudy gaze. If something, even more than the physical
clues the boy was giving, this was his cue. Whenever John started calling him
'Daddy', it meant he was willing to play, sort of an innocent sign he gave,
consciously or not. He took the boy's nipple into his mouth again, sucking at
it a bit more roughly and leaving a red spot around it, then standing casually
and adjusting to cover his evident boner. He leaves the tease to fester into
need in the little boy. "Alright, pick up your shirt and Daddy will find a
place so we can play a bit more" He added, walking away once the boy did so and
holding his hand.
John was so ready and needy and wanting. He didn't know why he called him
daddy, but it kinda made him feel safe and ok. (cause consent is the key) The
kid felt another shiver rise through him at the feel of the big, warm palm
gripping his hand tightly. Everything about Daddy was big and warm and sharp,
and it made the little boy shiver and warmth grow in his belly. "Ok daddy!"
The road they took was pretty short/ Because this park being the babysitter's
usual 'playground',  he knew about some private spots: the main one being the
changing room next to the pool and the bathroom of the snack shack. Since the
latter of the two deemed more congested, he chose the changing rooms. Stepping
into the lonely building with the boy, wide stalls all available to pick, Bro
obviously guided John to the last one. No one seemed to mind them, specially
when he was pulling a boy with an evidently messy shirt into the small
building, making it way less suspicious. Once they stepped into the spacious,
completely private stall, Bro sat on the small seat against the wall after
locking the door, turning to John and pulling him close. "We can play here.
Just try not to be too noisy" He instructed, knowing -And hoping- he'd probably
fail to follow this command to the letter. "Now... Why don't you take off your
shorts too? No need to be embarrassed in front of Daddy, after all."
John hummed sweetly while his gaze never left his daddy's eyes. "Yes'sir
daddy~." he cooed. His shorts were removed and all that were left were a pair
of briefs with little ninjas on them. What a nerd. He had purposefully worn the
ones that were a bit small on his frame, so his cocklet poked out of the
waistband of his underwear. The went back to abusing his lip with his teeth,
and blushing all the while. He was still a little shy even today. Bro's eyes
practically ate the boy once his shorts were removed, stopping at his groin,
his adorable boxers small enough to let the tip of his small member peek from
the waistband. His eyes cascaded up with a sharp, pleased take to them.
"Heh... You put these just for Daddy, didn't you?" He asked, hands rolling
around his hips and lightly stroking his round ass. His were eyes still locked
with John's even as his face went closer to his groin, only breaking the eye
contact when he had his face buried between his thighs, suckling at the little
shaft through his tight boxers and wetting the light fabric around his
erection. The small boy had completely forgotten about the rule and moaned. "Y-
yes Daddy, i-i did...mm ah~" He wasn't quiet one bit as his milky thighs shyly
bucked against his mouth. He fought to keep his hands from being awkward and
intertwined his little digits in the man's hair softly. The boy's eyes were
half lidded as the looked down to his Daddy's eyes. Deep auburn caught his
sapphires in a flirty yet innocently needy gaze.
John was so sensitive. The delivered pleasure was already driving noises out of
him, earning a stern glance from the man that was nowhere as displeased as his
expression showed. He knew no one came to these parts at this hour and if they
did, they were safely secluded in the wide stall, so there was no risk to be
taken. His tongue wandered up, only teasingly grazing the uncovered tip of his
cock and sliding further up, settling at his navel for a moment to cover it
with wet, soundly kisses. The attention kept going up, reaching his nipples
with a couple rough suckles that made his previously unmarked pink bud display
the same red color around it as the other. . The babysitter then leaned up to
his face, staring deep into his eyes. "You just can't hold your noises, huh?
Don't worry... Daddy likes them" He excused, kissing his lips with a rather
gentle pace. 
The boy whined sweetly into the kisses and felt his skin light up and his belly
jump with butter flies. The kiss on his member sent him into intense shivers
that caused his toes to flinch. His pail skin lit up with a flush as the warmth
spread up his chest. "I-i'm sorry daddy..." he murmured apologetically into the
slow kiss, body tingling in all the right places.
Bro chuckled into the kiss, breaking it moments after and going for his neck
next, licking and kissing all over it, only breaking his contact to talk.
"Don't be sorry. I said I was fine with it." He admitted. The hands still
lightly stroking his ass went to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down
slowly and delicately until they were hanging around his knees. Not without
leaving a couple -easily covered, for later- hickeys, he pulled back and stood
in front of the boy, the big bulge of his full mast making his tight jeans
press around his waist tightly. However he disregarded it for a bit longer, too
pleased with just making John feel good. Picking him up, he settled the child
on the small chair he was sitting on, kneeling in front of him which still left
them at a similar height.
"Now... It looks like you need some kisses here too" He warned, doing exactly
that and pressing wet kiss against his boner, pressing it against his stomach
and repeating the action a couple times before lapping all over the tiny
shaft. John squealed sweetly, eyes closing, as his little body quivered
deliciously. "A-h~! oh, ngh, daddy mmaah~~." He panted and moaned out for his
daddy. The tongue on his little peter, and his dad called it, made his whole
body feel like it was on fire. In his stomach, there was a jolt, and he whined
out. He was already so close to creaming and he was loving all of it. He wished
he could stay with his daddy forever and ever!
Bro had a taste for keeping the boy in the edge. This time, in fact, he was
being rather indulgent by pulling him into a private spot after so little a
tease, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching the boy squirm for a bit.
He was otherwise kind and gentle, but he allowed himself a hint of cruelty on
this regard. He was quite skilled at it too, sucking the boy eagerly and with a
faster pace, tongue wrapping around his shaft and pressing at the tip... And
pulling away just the moment he felt the little peckler twitching menacingly
into his mouth. He turned his eyes to the boy, leaning in to press a couple
soft pecks on his cheeks and forehead, one of them landing on his lips, but not
turning into a kiss just yet. His big hands went to his own pants, undoing them
quickly and dropping them to his knees, leaving only the thin fabric of his
boxers covering his huge erection. "Not yet, kid..." He whispered into his ear,
snickering teasingly as he leaned back, spreading his legs to show off his own
clothed member. "Can you give Daddy some kisses too? I'm feeling a bit lonely
down there..."
Tears pricked the boy's eyes he was so ready to cum, but the warmth was removed
and a small tear escaped his eye. Through the soft kisses, he felt his release
slip away from him, and he honestly wanted to cry he was so needy. He's
saddened to a point where he doesn't react to the kisses on his face, but he
smiles a tiny bit and refrains from cooing at the whisper in his ear and the
sexy chuckle. "I'd love to give daddy kisses..." His voice was soft, the
tiniest bit of rasp from his moans lingered on his lips. He dropped to his
knees, nosing the hard on through his boxers and humming sweetly against its
base.
Bro's hand went to the back of his head, fingers playfully curling with his
fluff of messy, black hair, but not pushing him in the slightest. John was
little, but he already knew the way to please the babysitter fairly well and
Bro, in all honesty, enjoyed having the young boy experimenting, always eager
to make the man feel good. He allowed the small, teasing nuzzles and light
kisses delivered over his thick, clothed shaft, looking down to him at all
moments. "That's it... Kiss down too. Daddy likes that" He pointed, referring
to his balls, letting the boy take his lead for a bit longer. John nods against
the shaft and kisses downward, licking his balls and sucking on them lightly
through the fabric. The smell filled up his nose, and gave him another giddy
shiver.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Ok, literally, this is next to one of my favourite scenes. I'm sorry
     that i cut it off here, but it was getting too long for it to be a
     comfortable length chapter. I am seriously about to post the next
     chapter.
***** Private Changing Room (2) *****
Chapter Summary
     Continuation of previous smut.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The kid is quick to follow his command and he can practically feel the warmth
of his breath as he moans against his balls. Judging it was enough teasing by
now, Bro pulls back from John's face a little, bringing both hands to the
waistband of his plain black boxers and pulling them down quickly. His big
shaft bounces in the process, and he leaves them tied around his knees, not
wanting to stand to fully take them off by now. The pink tip of his cock was
already leaking pre-cum, one single drop of the thick lubrication making it
down by his shaft. "Good boy... You know what to do know, don't ya?" 
He nodded as he stared at the appendage. His face got closer, eyes, closed
shut, and his puffy, pink lips placed a tentative lick on his cock. The precum
smothered his lips like lip gloss and a string connected his lips to his cock
for a moment before the boy dipped down to his balls, kissing them and licking
them. His pretty lips wrap around the skin as he suckles and moans. The taste
is delectable, definitely stronger and better than the sweet of the ice cream.
He wasn't much for sweet, but this taste is was what he craved. He moaned daddy
up his dick as he transitioned to suck down his head, and mold it with his
little tongue.
Even if he was just a little kid, John turned out to be quite skilled at this.
Ever since the day their first escapade took place, the boy displayed an
outstanding curiosity that left little for Bro to teach, only giving some
minimal instructions to guide him while his innocent curiosity seemed to compel
him to brush every spot with his tongue and lips. By now, Bro almost thought
the boy had some sort of oral fixation, mostly impressed by the way he seemed
to actually like the taste of his fluids. Not only the physical pleasure but
also the lewd view of John running his little lips all over his huge shaft made
the man shiver with arousal, eyes half closed and teeth slightly clenching, a
frown of focus on his face. "Good boy... Better than ice cream, isn't it?" He
praised, chuckling breathily. "Try getting a bit more into your mouth... Just
keep your teeth behind your lips, just like Daddy taught you."
The hummed in confirmation and tried to take a more. He'd been practicing to
get better at it. He may have a smuppet stowed in his room that he actively
replaces his binky with. John gets at least another inch in, maybe another half
too once he adjusts himself. Sucking greedily, he bobbed his head back to the
tip and kept his teeth covered  just as he was taught. He was so happy that we
was doing good and being a good boy that all the praise had made him forget
about the need between his legs and focus on his tongue worming against a warm
vein in his shaft. "mmm..fph~ ♥"
John was really getting good at it too fast. The kid made up for his little
traits with the way his tongue hungrily kept cleaning up the tip of his cock,
pressing to get further drops of pre-cum to drip out of it The thick fluid was
quickly replaced, much to fit his boy's tastes. Even more, he's at least an
inch past his previous limit, making Bro wonder if he had another special
friend like him or if he somehow managed to get some solo practice. Regardless
the first option made him more than a bit jealous. It wasn't likely, so Bro
closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed himself with the oddly skilled
blowjob, but eventually pulled the boy away from his cock, meeting at least a
bit of protest from him. A thick thread of precum and saliva joined him to the
tip for a couple more seconds. "God... You're a natural" He praised in a much
more truthful tone than usual, widely smiling at the child and picking him up,
taking a seat and setting John on his lap. "About time we both start feeling
good, don't you think?" He announced, hand going to his ass to grope it to his
hearts content, even brushing over his pink little button as fingers ran all
over the slit of his crack.
"I-i have a-s puppet I like to use instead of my binky..." He told truthfully.
He was so sweet about it and so honest that he couldn't keep the secret much
longer. The hands on his rump caused a soft moan here and there. The teasing of
his button made his toes curl and the need of his cocklet was suddenly on his
mind, teeth nibbling his lips a deep red.
 It was impressive how such an innocent confession made Bro totally lose his
mind, to the point his hand had to release some of his tension by squeezing the
perfectly round cheek in a rather rough manner. "You... Wow. So there's where
my missing smuppet went..." He said, smirking at the kid, his grin widening
with how pleased he was with this outcome. "It's good. Daddy isn't mad, but you
should ask next time. Stealing isn't good..." He said, his tone nowhere near
stern enough to make his point, leaning closer to his ear and whispering his
following words. "Maybe we should play with smuppets more often... You like
them, don't ya? Maybe Daddy could gift you a bigger one so you can practice how
to stuff more in your mouth..." He offered, his words leaving in a slow flow,
deep and alluring, the mere ideas lifting his arousal through the roof.
John makes a sweet note into Bro's ear when he whispers so low and slow. It
vibrates his being when he presses his chest to his polo. "MNa~ ♥ oh daddy~
yes..." Who knew some simple phrases could have him melting into Bro's
plaything so easy? It wasn't something Bro usually did, but dirty talk was sort
of his secret weapon. He liked to keep things innocent with John for the most
part, enjoying the way he acted when he was being treated gently and pampered,
but at times like these, he just couldn't avoid it. He switched their positions
again, now him being the one kneeling on the floor and John over the little
chair, facing the opposite direction in a way that made him present that
beautiful ass he was so eager to play with.
"You also like it here, right?" He asked, finger poking at his little hole.
"Maybe I can give you a special smuppet you can use here? You can practice with
it so you can take more of Daddy's cock next time... Just be careful of your
father not walking on you" He offered, leaning in and placing a long lap all
over the slit between his cheeks, then repeatedly kissing the round ass. "You
think of Daddy while you suck at your big binkie, don't ya?" He finally
inquired, face burying against his rump and tongue sticking out to thoroughly
lick the outside of his entrance.
John nearly squealed a yes when he was lapped at. His body shivered and he
moaned desperately. "-ah daddy... i do daddy~!" He couldn't keep secrets. He
was always honest with him; red cheeks were stained with tears because it felt
so good. He needed his daddy inside him to make him feel good. "p-Please
daddy...." he was so nervous "fuck me daddy please!" 
With the thought of the little kid fucking his own mouth with one of his lewd
toys while thinking of his cock, Bro's attention grew way more eager, long laps
wetting the whole slit just to end up focusing on his pink little button. He
let out a small groan at the bad word, getting an odd, lustful feeling of
complicity as he was pretty damn sure the boy wasn't allowed, nor normally used
to such slang. He pulled away shortly, chuckling at his adorable outburst and
somewhat encouraging it by now. "Since when do you use cuss words? Your father
won't be happy" He replied, softly clapping at his round bottom. "Make sure he
doesn't hear ya repeating that, kid... But you can do it around me" He pointed,
dark smirk on his face. "Now, what did you want again? Please be more specific"
He urged, snickering at his own naughty demands and returning to the previous
attention, this time running gentle circles around his pulsing little entrance
before shoving his tongue inside, just one inch or two, waiting for his body to
adjust.
He does squeal this time, drooling a bit as his hole was filled. His tongue
tended to lool when his hips canted back on him. "I-i want d-daddy's cock..."
He panted and moaned loudly, "in my cunt daddy~" He may or may not have snuck
onto his dad's computer to find that one. Biting his wet lip, he whined and
made those noises just as loud as before, listening to them softly echo around
the stall. His little cock twitched in need as his heart pounded.
Hearing the boyish, high pitched voice spilling such slutty words caused way
more of an effect than Bro had predicted, which made him feel way more
perverted. Even more, Bro didn't know where the boy learned to call his
entrance a 'cunt', but he didn't feel the need to correct him, -instead
encouraging his misunderstanding. He pulled back briefly, his voice now breathy
and his thick meat throbbing from the time of neglect. "Oh yes? I can do
that... But first, you have to be a good boy and let Daddy eat your little boy-
cunt out... You can cum if you want, but make sure you save some energy for
Daddy's cock, alright?" He instructed, leaning back in and giving it all this
time, his soft, wet muscle shoving as deep as he could manage, easily reaching
the child's sweet spot with how tiny he was, managing to comfortably brush over
it and milk every ounce of pleasure he could out of his prostate.
Chapter End Notes
     And that's all I can get for right now. I promise to finish this
     scene in the next chapter. I hope you're not to grossed by the
     lewdness.
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