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works/9293468.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, 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:
      Kawajiri_Hayato/Kira_Yoshikage
  Character:
      Kawajiri_Hayato, Kira_Yoshikage, Kawajiri_Shinobu
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, kind_of, Masturbation, Face-Fucking, Forced_Orgasm,
      Mind_Break, Hand_&_Finger_Kink, Choking, Premature_Ejaculation, Creampie,
      Shota, Very_Dubious_Consent, Daddy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-12 Words: 3003
****** he's on the move ******
by honeypup
Summary
     hayato catches his father masturbating
Notes
     diu broke my heart and i was inspired to write this
     poor hayato!
See the end of the work for more notes
Hayato shivered and hugged his pillow tighter. He just felt so sick and
frustrated. Why wasn't his mom picking up the little signs that her husband
wasn't the same man she married years ago? It was so obvious to him, but maybe
that was because he had the upper hand with all the cameras he had set up
around the house. He wanted to show her the tapes, but even with all the proof
he'd gathered, would she believe him?
No, she probably wouldn't. Unfortunately, his mother was blinded by her love
for him. She wasn't nearly as smart as Hayato. He noticed the differences
immediately, while his mother had just gone alone with everything as if he were
still the same man. It frustrated him to the point that his vision was blurred
with tears and his stomach was doing flips.
He rolled onto his back and stared blankly up at the ceiling. He knew he had to
do something, but he couldn't just run to the police and tell them that his
father was obviously a different person just because he'd recently started
eating shiitake mushrooms or had a different shoe size. Or that time about the
dangerous cat in the attic. That was just silly. And even if he did do
something about his father, he would he breaking his mother's heart.
Hot, angry tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto his pillow. There was
no telling what his father would do next. He always seemed so strained and
tense around them, as if he had to physically hold back from attacking the two
of them.
"Hayato?"
He rubbed at his eyes and pressed his face into his pillow. Maybe if he
pretended to be sick, he could stay home and find out more about the man who
was impersonating his father.
The door opened, and in came Shinobu. "Honey, your breakfast is getting cold.
What are you still doing in bed?"
He sniffled. "I feel sick..." he mumbled and wiped his tears again.
She frowned and leaned over the bed to feel his forehead. She gasped and pulled
her hand away, a little surprised by how warm he was. "You don't have to go to
school today. I'll go get you some water and a bucket, just in case." she
kissed his forehead.
"Thanks, mom." he whispered and pushed his hair behind his ears. He really was
feeling sick, but he felt a little guilty about having to stretch the truth.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head and flipped onto his stomach, sighing.
His mother came back not even ten minutes later, and he gladly drank down the
glass of water that she brought him. He mumbled a quiet 'goodbye' when she
announced that she was leaving, and then he noticed something.
His father hadn't told him goodbye.
It made him feel sick all over again, and he briefly wondered if his father was
even leaving for work. But as weird as the man was, he probably would've left
for work anyway. He felt a little hurt, but he knew that his father didn't care
about him anyway, so it didn't matter.
He stayed in bed for another hour, just in case. He didn't want to risk meeting
Kosaku on his way to the attic. He couldn't imagine what his father would do to
him, but he knew it would be something horrible.
Once he deemed it safe enough to get out of bed, he grabbed his camera and a
box cutter, just in case. He opened his door, just enough for his head to poke
out, and looked both ways before opening it all the way and stepping out.
So far, so good. His father wasn't home.
He sighed, but didn't let his guard down. He held his breath as he tiptoed over
to their room, camera ready in his hands. His hands shook as he reached for the
doorknob, but a small sound from inside made him freeze.
A shiver ran down his spine, but he couldn't stop himself from pressing his ear
against the door and listening in. He was sure, or at least mostly sure, that
his father had left for work, so who could be in their bedroom?
His hands felt sweaty, but he turned the knob and cracked open the door. He
nearly dropped his camera when he saw what was on the otherside.
Kosaku was laying back on the pillows, with one hand moving furiously between
his legs, and the other stuffed into his mouth, clearly muffling whatever
noises he was making. His eyes were screwed shut, and drool was dripping down
his wrist and onto the sheets.
He gulped and moved to shut the door and hurry back to the safety of his room,
but an unseen force pushed him forward, and he fell to his knees.
"What are you doing in here?"
He ducked his head, too afraid to look up and meet his father's eyes. He
clenched his fists and tried to think of some way to get out of this situation,
but it was no use. He was doomed.
Kosaku grabbed the boy's chin and forced him to make eye contact. "I asked you
a question. I was clearly doing something, and you just walked in without even
knocking. Don't you know how rude that is?" he narrowed his eyes.
He squirmed and tried to look away from Kosaku's piercing gaze. "I'm s-sorry! I
didn't know you were home!" His bottom lip trembled with fear. "Let go of me!"
He let go of Hayato's chin, only to grab his wrist and squeeze hard enough to
make him yelp. "I was doing something, Hayato. Do you always interrupt people
like this?"
He sobbed and tried to pull his wrist back, but Kosaku only tightened his grip.
"I said I was sorry!" He didn't know what he was supposed to do now, or what
was going to happen next. His box cutter was still in his pocket, but there was
no way he could get it without Kosaku knowing.
"Hayato." he tugged hard on the boy's wrist and almost laughed at his pitiful
expression. "Someone has to teach you some manners, and I guess that person has
to be me." he sighed and laid back on the bed, taking Hayato with him.
His stomach lurched when he realized what was happening. "N-No! Stop it!" he
shrieked.
Kosaku dug his nails into the boy's scalp and pushed his head down. "Be a good
boy and make daddy feel good." He squeezed his thick shaft and tried angling it
towards Hayato's mouth, but because of how much he was struggling, he only
succeeded in smearing precum on his cheek.
"I'm sorry I didn't knock. P-please stop..." he cried and moved his head back,
but the grip on his hair prevented him from doing anymore. "Let go-"
He could barely get the words out of his mouth before he felt the burning pain
of Kosaku's palm connecting with his cheek. He stared at him with wide, watery
eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.
"I'm not giving you a choice. Do you want me to, hm, hurt your dear mother? She
would probably like it, though..." he tugged on Hayato's hair again. "Do you
want that?"
He shook his head and grabbed Kosaku's thigh with shaking hands. "I..." he
sniffled and glanced at his father's hard, leaking cock and then looked back up
at him. "I'll d-do it. Just d-don't hurt my mom!"
Kosaku smiled and loosened his grip on the boy's hair, but it was still enough
to keep him from getting away. "Don't even think about biting me." he whispered
and scratched at his scalp, a silent promise of more pain if he disobeyed.
He shivered and took his father's cock into his hands. "W-what do you want me
to do?" he asked quietly. He moved hands up and down his cock, but he was
otherwise unsure of what he was supposed to be doing.
He sighed and forced the boy's head down. "Just put it in your mouth." As
beautiful as Hayato's hands were, he swatted them away and squeezed his thick
shaft.
He hesitated, but when Kosaku tugged on his hair again, he gasped and opened
his mouth. Any protests he might have had died in his throat when his father
thrusted up into his mouth, forcing his cock past his lips. He gagged at the
salty taste, but the firm grip in his hair made him relax his throat out of
fear.
Kosaku let out a throaty moan as the boy gagged again, and pushed himself
further into that delicious heat. He kept pushing until Hayato's nose was
buried in his pubic hair. "Finally a good use for your mouth, hm?" he slowly
pulled out halfway, and then thrusted into his mouth again.
Tears streamed down his cheeks and he choked with each thrust, but his father
just kept going. His throat ached from being used like this, but all he could
do was take it. He uselessly scratched at Kosaku's thighs, but it only seemed
to encourage him more.
He pushed two fingers into his mouth and lazily sucked on them as he bucked his
hips. He was slowly losing himself in the pleasure of fucking his son's throat,
and he almost let a few whimpers slip past his lips.
He felt his climax coming faster than he wanted, so he reluctantly pulled out
of him, sighing. It was a shame that he couldn't continue like that, but he
knew that Hayato wouldn't learn without a harsh, direct punishment.
He whimpered when Kosaku finally released his hair and let him have a chance to
breathe. He trembled and wiped his tears away, though they just kept coming,
and looked up at his father. "I-Is that it?" he asked quietly.
Kosaku almost laughed. "Of course not." he reached for the boy's pants and
yanked them down, along with his underwear, and then practically ripped off his
shirt. "I didn't get to finish, so you're going to help me with that."
Silent tears dripped down his cheeks when his father grabbed his thighs and
forced his legs apart. "S-stop..." he croaked, but he didn't have much energy
to fight back except for a weak kick at Kosaku's stomach. It did nothing.
"Stop struggling. This is your punishment for interrupting me." he sighed and
dug his nails into Hayato's soft thighs, causing him to yelp and squirm.
It was an involuntary reaction out of fear, but he kept his legs loosely
wrapped around Kosaku's waist. He felt nauseous when he felt the slick head of
his father's cock rubbing over his hole. "Don't-" he knew what was going to
happen. It was rare, but he'd seen it happen a few times when he went over his
recordings.
"Relax, Hayato." he hissed as he forced the tip into his son's tight, virgin
hole. It was hot, and way too tight, but a harsh thrust of his hips was enough
to push the head inside. Almost instantly, he felt a cool liquid dripping down
his shaft, and glanced down.
"Stop! It h-hurts! Take it out!" he cried, but his father just kept moving,
kept forcing himself in deeper. The pain was unbearable and tearing, and
everytime Kosaku inched forward, he bile rising in his throat. "P-Please!"
The blood definitely made it easier to slide in, but Hayato's thrashing
prevented him from moving any farther. He surged forward and grabbed the boy's
throat, keeping him pinned to the mattress. "Calm down." he growled, but the
fear in his son's eyes didn't disappear, and his arms kept twitching at his
sides.
He let out a choked noise when Kosaku snapped his hips forward, but the hand
around his throat squeezed hard, and he was forced to stay still, to take it.
"N...No..." he wheezed, but Kosaku just stared at him blankly.
He sighed when he pulled back, only about halfway, and then slammed his hips
forward again. Hayato was still so tight, and everytime he did so much as move
an inch, he felt the boy clenching around him. "Oh," he closed his eyes and
rocked his hips forward. The action made Hayato twitch and cry out, but he just
tightened his grip on his throat, silencing his annoying cries.
He moved his hips in a weak attempt to get away, but then Kosaku hit a spot
inside him that made his soft cock twitch against his thigh. What was that? It
sent shivers up his spine, but Kosaku's rough thrusts left him feeling too raw
to feel any pleasure, if there was any.
Kosaku noticed, and his free hand moved between the boy's thighs to grip his
soft cock. He stared at his son's face as he squeezed and moved his hand in
time with his thrusts, and slowly but surely, he felt Hayato's cock stiffening
and precum spilling from his slit. "Is daddy making you feel good?" he leaned
close to his face and caught one of his salty tears with his tongue.
He couldn't help but arch his back into his father's touch and cry out again.
It felt so good and it left him feeling confused, but so aroused. "Hah!" he
gasped, and more tears fell down his cheeks.
Kosaku loosened his grip on the boy's throat and snapped his hips forward,
groaning. "Answer me, Hayato." he moved his hand faster, and almost moaned at
how humiliated the boy looked under him.
"Y-yes!" he whimpered, and weakly lifted his arm to cover his face. "It f-feels
good..." His voice didn't sound like his own anymore, and his legs were numb
around Kosaku's waist. He couldn't believe what he was saying, but he moved his
hips back anyway, sobbing at how painfully good it felt.
More precum gushed from Hayato's little cock, making it easier for Kosaku to
move his hand. "You're really getting, ah, into this." he commented and snapped
his hips forward. The sound of his balls slapping against his son's soft thighs
sent a rush of heat to his groin, but it definitely affected Hayato more.
Drool clung to his bottom lip, which was red from how hard he was biting it,
but he was too lost in everything to close his mouth. He suddenly felt an
intense heat in the pit of his stomach, and then he was arching his back again,
spilling hot cum onto his stomach and letting out soft little whimpers. "D-
daddy, what..." he slumped against the sheets, exhausted, but Kosaku kept
thrusting into him.
He licked his lips as he took in his son's expression. "Already?" he asked and
squeezed the boy's over sensitive cock. He was a little disappointed, but he
doubted the boy had ever masturbated before, and that meant that he could
probably coax another orgasm out of Hayato.
"Hurts..." he panted. He sighed as he was repositioned with his legs over his
father's shoulders, but he didn't have the strength to fight it. He was so
tired and his mind was hazy, but he could still feel the stinging pain in his
cock as Kosaku continued to stroke him, and the dull pain in his rear from how
hard his thrusts were.
Kosaku groaned as his son clenched around his cock. He grabbed the boy's limp
wrist and lapped at his soft fingers. They were so beautiful, much like a
woman's, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth over them. "Mmm," he closed
his eyes and slammed his hips forward, moaning softly.
He whimpered and tried pulling his wrist back, but his limbs felt so heavy.
"Daddy..." he whined. He was so sensitive, but Kosaku wouldn't stop touching
him. He squirmed, but he felt to dazed to fight over it. "It hurts...Daddy, it
h-hurts..." he sobbed.
He squeezed Hayato's tight balls and rutted into him, lazily licking between
his fingers. He could feel his own saliva sliding down his chin, but he was too
lost in pleasure to think of it. Besides, Hayato's little hands were to die
for.
"N-no...Stop!" he cried, but his father only squeezed him harder. He shivered
when Kosaku's thumb rubbed his own cum over his slit, and that was all it took
for him to climax again. He clenched his fists and arched his back, letting out
a hoarse moan as he came onto his stomach. It was a smaller amount this time,
but it was just as humiliating.
Kosaku let the fingers fall from his mouth and gasped as he grabbed his son's
hips, roughly thrusting into him, and then finally stilling, filling the boy
with his cum. His breath hitched in his throat when Hayato clenched beautifully
around his cock, and he rutted into him until it was too much and he had to
pull out.
He watched as his cum dripped out of Hayato's hole and onto the sheets. It was
a gorgeous sight, and he couldn't help but press his thumb into the boy's
abused hole, forcing more cum out of him.
Hayato trembled and gazed up at his father with unfocused, watery eyes. He was
so tired, but he was expecting Kosaku to do more to him. The last thing he felt
were his father's hands sliding under his knees, and then he let sleep overcome
him, falling limp in his arms.
He shook his head and lifted his son off the bed. He didn't feel like going
through the trouble to bathe him, so for now, he used tissues and a warm
washcloth to cleab him up. He noticed the boy twitching in his unconscious
state, but stayed silent.
He summoned Killer Queen and used it to put some clothes on the boy, and then
had it carry him to his room. He watched silently from the doorway and checked
his watch. His feline stand appeared by his side again, and he headed back into
his bedroom, humming a familiar tune.
End Notes
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