Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7248292. 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 Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!