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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Jobin/Higashikata_Tsurugi
  Character:
      Higashikata_Jobin, Higashikata_Tsurugi, Damo_Tamaki
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Shota, Daddy_Kink, Underage_-_Freeform, Dont
      read_this_fic_if_you_dont_like_stuff_like_that, Nighttime, Tamaki_is_a
      shitty_asshole_with_ugly_hair, stay_away_from_that_family_you_douche,
      Consensual, jojolion_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-19 Words: 1285
****** Thirsty for daddy ******
by karslikesmelons
Summary
     Yo ssup it's ya boy Kars Likes Melons
     Today is daddys day so i have another daddy fic
     ~You'd better not read this fic if the tags scare you because you
     won't like it~
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Shining rainbow beetles fluttered before his eyes. It was impossible to catch
them all, but fortunately he had a gigantic net with him for bug-catching. He
had been stalking the biggest rainbow beetle for about a week, but every time
he got close to it, a rainbow would reflect off the beetle’s wings and blind
him, preventing Jobin from catching it. This time, he almost had caught it. The
beetle was the size of his Lamborghini. Jobin sneaked up from behind the
gigantic beetle and swung his gigantic beetle net, but a tiny hand tugged on
his arm. The beetle noticed Jobin was stalking it and flew away. The 30-year
old man threw away his net in frustration and screamed out when he felt
something grabbing his hand.
The little hand kept tugging on his arm. A soft whispering voice rang through
his ears. “Daddy!” Jobin rolled over on the bed. He couldn’t see anything in
the pitch-black room but he couldn’t be mistaken, the soft voice and the tiny
hand belonged to his son, Tsurugi.
“Daddy…” Tsurugi squeezed his father’s hand and the tone of his voice became
whiny. "Daddy... You gotta help me..." "Tsurugi? Why did you wake me? I was
asleep!" Jobin groaned, wanting to roll his face back onto the pillow so he
could sleep again, but Tsurugi didn’t leave his side of the bed. Jobin could no
longer ignore his son's whining. If Mitsuba, who was lying next to him, woke
due to his son’s nagging, she would scold Jobin for not taking care of their
child. "Okay Tsurugi. What's wrong?" Tsurugi's face looked like he was hurt.
"Daddy... I'm so thirsty." Jobin sighed. "You wake me up for this shit again?"
He swooped his legs over the edge of the bed, into his slippers which looked
like beetle plushies. Well since I’m awake now, let’s go to the kitchen." Jobin
stepped towards the kitchen, his son’s tiny feet following him through the
hallway.
Slowly the glass filled with water. With a "ding" Jobin put it on the table in
front of Tsurugi. "Here, drink up." But Tsurugi even refused to touch the glass
and stared at Jobin's face. "Daddy... I didn't ask for a glass of water!" Jeez,
what a spoiled brat, did he want a coke in the middle of the night or
something? Jobin sighs "Tsurugi-chan… you can’t drink soda at night! Your mommy
will not be pleased. Is there something else you want?" His son looked at the
floor. Silence cut through the room. Tsurugi shyly lifted the hem of his frilly
nightgown, revealing his panties, slightly digging into his butt and thighs.
Jobin couldn't believe it. "Hey uh. Lower that dress, Tsurugi. I can see your
panties. You might catch a cold." But the son didn’t listen to his father’s
commands and lifted the dress even further, exposing his soft tummy. "Listen
Tsurugi. When you said thirsty, I didn't know you meant /that/. Who taught you
that word?" Jobin asked, seemingly shocked that someone else would ruin his
cute son. His son gazed at the tiles. His tiny feet trembled on the cold tiles
and his little fists clenched the lace on the nightgown. Finally he let out a
soft whine. "Mr. Damo..."
Damo? Jobin couldn’t believe it. He promised himself he'd never let that senile
asshole with his shady drycleaning business babysit his son again. Tsurugi
grabbed the sides of his panties and slowly let them slide down his legs. He
lifted the dress again. "Daddy. It’s hard." Jobin felt like facepalming and he
really wanted to send his spawn back to bed so he could continue dreaming about
rainbow beetles. But instead he decided to question his son. "Tsurugi. You've
talked about this to me before. Right? I promise I won't be angry if you
explain who told you this." The tiny boy averted his eyes towards the
floortiles that reflected in the moonlight. "Damo..." A soft tremble ringed
through Tsurugi's voice. "Promise you won't do anything bad to him, daddy? Mr.
Damo is a friend! He only taught me how to make my peepee feel good..." Jobin
slightly raised his eyebrows. "Ah, if you say so, Tsurugi. I wouldn’t want
anything bad to happen to you." Jobin made a note to himself that he'd call up
some of his acquaintances in order to trash that little dry-cleaning store next
week. Tsu’s little feet were trembling on the cold tiles. "He kissed me and
then licked my peepee and he told me I was a really cute girl."
He knew Damo was a shady guy but this left Jobin outraged. That asshole Damo
had hurt his precious little doll. That old fart really had it coming now. "Hey
Tsurugi, where did he hurt you?" He couldn’t allow Damo to hurt his precious
boy any longer. His little boy pointed at his butt. "Over here." Jobin slid
down his big hands down to Tsurugi’s butt and slowly spread his big daddy hands
to caress his cheeks, spreading them a little so he could view his tiny
asshole. The tiny hole looked so cute and pink and Jobin still felt his blood
boil when he thought about that greasy asshole Damo touching his baby boy. He
twirled his finger around his son’s cute hole. His knees touched the cold floor
but he didn’t feel the cold because the sight of Tsurugi’s wonderful ass made
him forget everything else he could have thought about at the moment. The way
he was standing on the kitchen floor barely in his pyjamas made him look like a
pretty renaissance statue, but it was a renaissance statue that would wake you
up at ass o’ clock in the night.
The couch just had enough room for two warm bodies. Jobin ran his hand through
Tsurugi’s fluffy hair and played with his soft reddish cheeks as the boy rested
on top of his father’s chest, circling his finger around one of his nipples.
The businessman wondered if nobody else of his family was up at this time of
the night and if an unwanted visitor would enter the living room. He felt tiny
lips sucking on the skin of his pecs and he ran his hand over Tsurugi’s soft,
blushing red cheeks. “Please don’t leave a mark there, my cutie. I can’t
explain that to Mitsuba.” Jobin really hoped both of them had not left any
stains on the place where they just fucked, although Norisuke would probably
interpret it as Joshuu carelessly spilling ice-cream on the couch. Although
Tsurugi peacefully had rested his head on Jobin’s chest, Jobin’s heart felt a
dark terror he had also felt twenty years before. His son’s soft body reminded
him so much of himself at that age and he remembered the terror he had felt
when he started feeling sleepy, his mouth turned dry and slowly felt his body
growing cold and stiff. The rock disease was a terrible thing and watching his
son’s rosy cheeks as he was lying on his chest made the desire to protect him
weigh even heavier on his heart.
"You won't do anything to Mr. Damo right?" Tsurugi tugged on his daddy’s
hairpin. "No, I won't. But I don’t think I’ll let you go to Damo anymore. As
your father, I think he has a bad influence on you. And as your father, I also
think you should go to bed soon. It’s really late.” A soft protesting followed
but with a soft pat on the ass the father directed his son to his room. Jobin
made note that the sooner he got his retaliation ready, the better. His little
Tsurugi-chan was meant to be his alone.
End Notes
     I should be more like my username and write a fic about Kars because
     hes super rad... I luv kars so much... let's write a fic about that
     purple bird man
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