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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Tomoko_Higashikata/Giorno_Giovanna
  Character:
      Higashikata_Tomoko, Giorno_Giovanna, Josuke_Higashikata
  Additional Tags:
      Adoption, Past_Abuse, dub-con, Shota
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-23 Words: 3553
****** Something That Hurts ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Tomoko is Haruno’s elementary school teacher, but what was once pure
     intention, turns sour.
Notes
     This one's for you, _____.
         “What are you drawing today, Haruno? More flowers?” Tomoko perked up
behind the young boy with a cheerful voice, casting a shadow over his little
sketchbook. In the short time she’d met the boy and become his teacher, she’d
noticed his liking of drawing, and to draw nature - flowers, bugs, birds - but
her usual smile dropped, when she took a peek at his art. What laid before her
eyes seemed unnatural. The child was in the process of drawing a crying heart,
holding a tube of lipstick, and wearing high heels. She blinked. Haruno
answered her after a moment, and he continued to draw.
         “My mamma.” Haruno spoke quietly. He used a pink crayon to color in
the heart, before setting the crayon on the desk and grabbing a blue crayon. He
colored in the tears, before he began to fill in the background with a darker
blue.
         “Why is your mamma crying? She looks a little angry, too.” Tomoko
questioned, looking around the classroom to make sure none of the children were
misbehaving, then she took a seat next to Haruno, in one of the tiny chairs.
         Haruno’s coloring stopped for a few seconds, before he continued,
ignoring his teacher’s question. Tomoko’s brows drew together, and her lips
pursed. The child displayed unusual behaviour, and it worried her. “Haruno…”
she began, and she reached for his hand. But he quickly dropped his crayon and
yanked his hand backward toward his chest, his pale blue eyes wide.
         Tomoko stared for a moment, confused, before Haruno offered his hand,
which was now shaking. “I-, I’m sorry.” he mumbled. He squeezed his eyes shut
and became tense. Tomoko, with furrowed brows, gently placed her hand atop his,
on the table.
         “Sweetheart, don’t be frightened. Can you look at me when I’m talking
to you?” she tried a smile, and she wanted to ask why he would draw his mamma
crying, but the question that ended up spilling from her lips in a careful
voice was, “Now why did you pull your hand back? What happens… at home, when
you put out your hand? Does… your mamma, or papa, do something? ...Something,
that hurts?” she kept her voice down, looking at the other children, who were
busy playing and laughing, before she looked at Haruno, who had lowered his
head, and began to cry, quietly. His thin, black hair trembled in front of his
eyes, and from what she could see, his face had become a vibrant shade of red,
and he sucked in his lips.
         He didn’t respond to her. Taking his hand away from her’s, he scooted
away in his chair, and stood, before he walked over to the ‘time-out’ chair,
and took a seat, his head still cast down and his shoulders tense. Tomoko
swallowed hard, watching the strange behaviour.
         Pushing her hair behind her ear, she looked down to his drawing. Tear
drops crinkled the paper, and she delicately ran a finger over the wet spots,
examining the picture. Had he drawn something that had happened at home? Most
children did. They either drew what they’ve experienced, or drew what they
wanted to happen.
                                                                      ***
         The next time she approached him, she did so carefully, and with slow
movements and a soft voice, as to not upset the disturbed child. He was drawing
again. Although she was a generally strict teacher, and used a loud voice to
get the attention of her students, she made a large exception for the short,
pale boy. As well, he seemed to respond kindly to endearments, and so she used
them freely, to coax him into opening up more to her.
         “Hello Haruno, sweetie. Can I take a seat next to you?” she asked
nicely, and Haruno nodded, coloring in a page with a black crayon. Tomoko took
a seat next to him, and scooted a little close to him, watching him. What she
saw, was another questionable picture.
         She pointed, “Who’s this?” she asked.
         “Me.” Haruno replied, and the ends of his lips perked up a little, in
a small smile. Tomoko smiled too,
         “Do you like cars?” She asked, watching him color in the black
vehicle, which he drew himself to be driving. His smiled faded, though.
          All he gave was a shrug, as he pressed the crayon hard on the paper,
and he made dark circles for the tires. Tomoko raised a brow, but she didn’t
know what to say. Was Haruno expressing his desire to run away? She internally
debated calling his parents and showing them his recent drawings.
         “Can I have these pictures when you’re done? They’re very good.”
         Haruno nodded.
         “...Would it be okay if I showed them to your mamma?”
         Haruno stared at his paper for a second, before he shook his head
‘no.’
         Tomoko took a deep breath, thinking for a moment. She spoke with a
quieter voice, “Does-,” she swallowed hard, “Does your mamma dislike your art?”
         The boy’s hand had froze then, and tears began to spill down his
cheeks after a few seconds. He nodded a ‘yes,’ and sucked in his lips, then
lowered his head. Miss. Higashikata pursed her lips, feeling a little terrible
that she’d made him cry again. She laid a hand on his back, and rubbed the
area, but Haruno flinched away.
         “Hurts.” The child mumbled in a high voice. Tomoko realized he was
very good at crying silently, which was quite strange to find in someone so
young. She removed her hand and covered her mouth, as two concerning words
crossed her mind.
          “Child abuse?” “Breathe, honey, let it out. Breathe,” She cooed,
hoping his bottled up sobs wouldn’t cause him a headache, and she tried to pet
his hair, but he whimpered, and by now he was beginning to cause a scene. Had
his hair been pulled before, too? By now, Tomoko, as a mother herself, was
beginning to feel emotional - the thought of pulling her own child’s hair had
never, in the slightest, crossed her mind when he’d misbehaved. Now, she looked
at the child before her who was afraid of hands, who feared comforting backs
rubs and having his hair pet - all three things which should soothe, not harm.
         Tomoko bit her lip, and although the next thought that struck her was
one of great effort, she accepted it wholly. “Call it in. Adopt him.”

                                                                       ***
         Josuke didn’t like the idea, at first. Through his not-so vast
vocabulary, he expressed very tearfully, that he did not want to share his
toys. Tomoko only smiled. Of course, she had to teach him how to share sooner
or later.
         When she finally introduced the two boys, the younger one hid behind
her legs, and Josuke seemed to become just as shy, only offering a quiet
little, “Hi.” as he set down a toy truck.
         Tomoko laughed. “Come on, boys, don’t be scared.” Tomoko looked over
to Haruno, who clung to her leg. She crouched and Haruno backed away. “That’s
Josuke.” She said softly. “He’s going to be your brother now, he’s family.
We’re your family, and,” She took his small, lightly discolored hand and pet it
with her own, “Your mamma will never hurt you. Alright, sweetheart? Don’t be
scared.”
         “M-” Haruno’s lips trembled, “Mamma...” he began to cry, and he hugged
Tomoko as tight as he could, and although it was strange to be happy about,
Tomoko smiled as he began to cry aloud, wailing and hiccuping. She awhh’d as
she picked him up, began to rub his back, and bounced him gently in her arms.
“Shh, shh,” she cooed, and looked over to Josuke, who had a confused
expression, seeming to ask her why she was treating a boy only a bit younger
than himself like a baby.
         She put a finger to her lips and signaled for him to keep his lips
closed, as Haruno cried into her chest, and wet her shirt with his tears, his
hot breath damp on her skin.
         She was immensely happy that he felt comfortable, and safe enough, to
let out his cries.
                                                                      ***

          His strange behaviour lasted for quite a while, however. Especially
at night. After dinner, when Haruno had eaten everything on his plate, Tomoko
had pat his shoulder. “Ooh, you ate your peas! Good boy,” She smiled, looking
over to Josuke, “Josuke hates peas.”
         Haruno smiled too, “I’m a good boy?” he asked, looking up to Tomoko,
and when she nodded quite eagerly, Haruno leaned up and gave her a kiss, though
it wasn’t any normal kiss. His lips lingered against her thicker ones, and he
pressed so hard her lips parted, and then he pulled away, and took a sip of his
water, as though such a kiss was natural.
          Tomoko’s face became a little pale, and she was frozen for a moment,
before she looked at Josuke, who then said, “You’re weird.” to his adoptive
brother.
         Before she could scold her child for name-calling, a chill went down
her spine as she realized with wide eyes, that maybe, Haruno has been sexually
abused as well, and if not by his parents, then by people who lived in the
neighborhood - she stared at Josuke, then, her frightening thoughts troubling
her.

                                                                       ***

         She became fully aware of how severely he’d suffered, when he came to
her room late that night, gently knocking on her door. “Mamma,” he whispered,
opening her door a bit, and Tomoko looked over at him, setting aside her
teacher work to give him a smile.
         “What is it baby?” She took off her reading glasses, and pat the bed
beside her, signaling for the boy to take a seat next to her. Haruno ran up to
the bed and climbed on, but he took a seat in front of her, and not beside her.
Tomoko’s smile became lopsided, and she raised one of her brows, “Is something
the matter? Did something happen, little one?” She asked, her brows upturning,
she knew how little Haruno spoke and that she'd have to question him to admit
something, and she reached out to pet his cheek, but he grabbed her hand, and
kissed her fingertips.
         A wave of something Tomoko couldn’t place smoothed down her body just
then, and she pulled her hand away, frowning. She suddenly felt uncomfortable
and exposed as Haruno scooted closer, and put his hands on her knees, she could
feel her heartbeat leap into her throat. He lowered himself between her thighs
and began to leave kisses against her soft, inner thighs, feeling them tense
against his lips that had now become wet.
        She was frozen, abhorred - “What-” she finally choked out, and she
blinked, and was surprised to find a tear roll down her cheek, “What are you
doing-”
        The boy looked up at her through his thick, long eyelashes and blinked,
and only spread her legs farther, and pushed up her nightgown. His warm breath
tickled her thighs and made her breath hitch, and she gasped when Haruno parted
his lips and caressed her clit with them through her panties.
         He sucked and made a small whimper, then used a hand to move the thin
fabric to the side, and he licked between her folds with his small, warm and
very wet tongue.
         Tomoko was disgusted to find that she easily became wet, and had even
moaned, when Haruno’s soft lips nipped at her own before he kissed them and
licked deep into her, shoving his face against her pussy and breathing heavily.
        She leaned back into her bed, weak, and watched his head bob between
her legs, and she moaned louder, “Haruno, ohh, stop… stop,” she whispered, but
she lifted her hips to his face, and became especially aroused when she heard
him slurp and hum against her. He held on to her hips with a strong grip and
began to suck on her clit, giving hard licks to her opening occasionally, and
he continued vigorously until she orgasmed, her voice filling his ears with a
moan before she closed her thighs and his hearing was muffled.
         She could hear him suck on her folds and kiss and kiss before he went
back to kissing her thighs, then he sat back, licking his lips.
         Her heart skipped a beat when he spoke, in a quiet, happy voice.
“Thank you mamma.” And then he slipped off her bed, and went through the
doorway, “I love you… goodnight, mamma.” he said, and closed the door, leaving
her to really think about what had just occurred, what she’d just allowed him
to do.
         She fixed her underwear before she sat up, and began to tremble
uncontrollably, wracked with heavy guilt and shame. He looked so confused when
she’d asked what he was doing.
         It hit her, then, that his mother had most definitely forced him to do
what he’d just done to her, so much so that it became normal for him. She
hadn’t been touched in so long, it felt so good, he was so good at pleasing her
- she quickly stood up and ran to her bathroom, dizzy, and even though she
wanted to, she could not puke. Instead she clutched her throat, and held a hand
over her mouth, and began to cry.
                                                                      ***
         The next morning, Haruno seemed to be in an exceptionally happy mood,
expecting his mamma to praise and pet him, just like his old one used to after
a night. Though, he became sad when Tomoko avoided his gaze, and only pat his
shoulder that morning. Josuke noticed this, and although he was quite young
still, he could understand that his mother was upset over something.
         He leaned over to his younger brother and whispered as Tomoko busied
herself in the kitchen, “Why’s mom upset? What happened?”
         Haruno only stabbed at his scrambled eggs, and sucked on his lips. He
gave Josuke a shrug, as he fought to keep from crying.
                                                                      ***

          Though in public, things were a different story. Tomoko acted as
though nothing were wrong, and when she met a fellow teacher in public, her
smile turned guilty when he mentioned how sweet and well-behaved Haruno was.
         It drained her. How well-behaved… yes, he was a sweet, pure boy, but
his behavior certainly concerned her greatly, and she did not know how to aid
him, to correct his less than decent, nightly behavior.

                                                                       ***

          But she’s a lonely woman. She always was. And, when faced with
pleading, tearful eyes, she grew weak, when she’d tried to deny the little boy,
and he gave her the most hurt expression she’d ever witnessed. So afraid of
rejection.
         So she let him crawl into bed with her the next night, to cuddle, as
he’d asked.
         His arms were cold when they wrapped around her chest, as was his
face, when he laid it against her breasts. He sighed and she held him tighter,
rubbing his back, “Are you alright, sweetie?” she asked. Haruno shook his head
‘no.’ “What’s wrong?”
         Haruno was silent until he sniffled. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled. “I got
you mad.” he proceeded to cry, and his shoulders shook, “And… I didn’t ask
first…” he gripped Tomoko’s nightgown in his hands and cried into her chest,
and the woman began to soothingly shush him.
         “No, no, Haruno, shh, baby, don’t cry, don’t cry… It’s not your fault.
Really, it isn’t. Shhh, baby, shhh…” she whispered, rubbing Haruno’s back, she
hoped his crying wouldn’t wake up Josuke. If he continued to cry anymore, she
would soon get emotional as well, so she continued to calm him - and she wanted
to calm him, to ease his poor misshapen heart, but he seemed all too earnest in
his apology, and continued to weep against her breast.
          “Ahh, mamma, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” He continued, though she
thought he no need, it dawned on her that perhaps he was too accustomed to
apologizing, perhaps for hours on end, and it began to worry her greatly,
wrenching her heart.
         “Haruno, honey. Listen to me.” She backed away and caressed his wet
face in both of her hands, in a soft manner, and he looked at her in the
darkness with watery eyes. She wiped away his warm tears with her thumbs, and
kissed his nose. “I know that you may feel you need to apologize, a lot, for me
to forgive you, but you aren’t the one who should be apologizing. Alright? Shh,
no more crying. Alright? Do you understand, sweetheart?”
         Haruno had silenced, and nodded quietly. Then, after a breath, he
moved back and placed his hand on Tomoko’s nightgown. “Mamma, thank you...” he
started, a little smile playing at his lips, he tugged the cloth down to expose
the woman’s cleavage, “Can I, please...” he trailed off.
         Tomoko’s face drained of all color, before a hot blush spread across
her face, and she could feel a spark of arousal tickle at her lower abdomen.
Chills rose to her skin and she stammered before she uttered a quiet, ashamed,
small, “Yes.” too tripped to deny her adoptive son.
         It was obvious he felt joy in pleasing her, and she didn’t want to
take that away from him… and the small noise he gave when he pulled down her
gown and sucked on her nipple certainly gave her a rush she hadn’t felt in what
felt was far too long. “Ohh, Haru-” She gasped, when he sucked harder and bit
gently down around her areola, and his hand felt down her soft tummy and rubbed
over her cunt.
         He moaned and used his velvety tongue to circle her nipple, before he
kissed and kissed downward, over her nightgown, and she laid back, assuming his
intentions, and spread her legs.
         She felt wrong. Very, very wrong, the worst she’d ever felt, when
Haruno moved between her slim legs, and pushed up her nightgown, and pulled
down her panties. She gave a quick noise when they stuck to her, damp with her
arousal, but their support was at once replaced with the flat lick of Haruno’s
tongue, and she sighed softly, feeling a bit of heaven.
         She closed her eyes and told herself to enjoy it, because it felt
good, very good, and she soon wanted something inside her, and to answer her
thoughts Haruno’s tongue dipped into her and felt around, before it licked up
and to her clit, which he put his lips around and sucked on. His hands held her
thighs in a rather tight grip, and the passion in which he licked her seemed as
though he wanted her to orgasm as quickly as possible.
         It was a little over-stimulating, but the harsh treatment did feel
good, and it had her rocking her hips forward. As though he could sense her
slight discomfort though, he began to leave small kisses to her cunt, and he
moved his head to the side to kiss her thighs.
         "I love you..." He whispered, and kissed again, "I love you, I love
you..."
        He sat up then, and as Tomoko breathed heavily and hotly, she lost a
bit of consciousness of what exactly was happening, as it was greatly such a
wrong thing to do- through her dizzied state, she suddenly realized that
something hot had pressed into her, too big to be a tongue, and she almost
screamed. Haruno panted above her, and pushed his hair away from his face, and
she could see how pink his cheeks were.
         “Haru-, nhh, ahh, Haruno, st-stop,” Tomoko gasped through her hand,
holding it over her mouth, her legs bobbed at the sides of Haruno’s hips as he
began to thrust into her, rather hastily, and tears began to trickle from the
corners of Tomoko’s eyes. Still, she did not push him away, as she very well
should have, and should right now -
         “Ma-mma,” Haruno whispered weakly, giving another hard shove of his
hips into her, and his cock pressed deep inside her, making her cry out a weak
noise, she did not, by any means, wish to wake Josuke, and perhaps have him
stumble upon this scene. And so she tried to keep quiet as Haruno continued to
fuck her, seemingly desperately, she began to wonder if he had ever experienced
an orgasm before.
         It should have made her sick, the way the little boy panted above her,
how he eased himself inside her nice, slick warmth, how much it felt exactly
like what she’d been dreaming of for months now, but she was being sated by a
child - she should find it sick. But in the heat of the moment, all felt
amazing, and when she felt that familiar, warm, strange feeling of cum leaking
inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned.
        She didn’t notice the nudge to her arm, immediately, that is, only how
Haruno laid himself upon her and cuddled her, and she again felt a familiarly
small hand rest on her forearm and squeeze, and she gasped and opened her eyes
to find Josuke to the side of her bed.
         “What are you guys doing?” He asked. Curious. What he’d seen had been
so curious to him, and Tomoko was outright speechless.
         “We, uh…” Tomoko panted, “We’re just… cuddling, JoJo. Go back to
bed...”
          How was she to explain something she couldn't accept, herself?
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