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Ink was in a morally ill tight spot.

He loved his child, he loved him more than the mulitverse himself, after all, Paperjam is  a part of him so he loved himself but lately his love for his son is...changing in a way he really not sure how to handle.

It started off as one off thoughts, thoughts he wouldn’t care about nor pay real attention to but lately, especially when he was alone, these thoughts would creep into his skull, tempting him, encouraging him to do not very platonic things to his son. Ink wasn’t sure how to feel about these newfound feelings of romantic desire towards his son, he knew it was wrong, he knew if people found out he would be in real trouble, Ink can’t seem to feel real guilt towards these feelings.

But he was scared of PJ finding out about it, no doubt in his mind that his son would be utterly disgusted by him and his desires, these thoughts and urges to do things to him that no parent should ever do. But no matter how hard Ink tried to suppressed these urges, they only came back stronger, more lustful, he had to pull away quickly from hugs and cuddly movies nights to not pop a boner in front of him.

He didn’t feel guilty for these feelings but he felt a lot of guilt of hurting his son.

He was never sure if his son was aware but he’s become way to hyperfocused on every little thing his son did, his smile, his voice, the way his hips swayed, his tiny form made his magic rile up in ways that it shouldn’t towards a child, let alone his own son.

Ink had the weekend to himself now which meant he got to see PJ a lot more often, more often those thoughts creep in and with the warmer weather, it meant he saw his son is far more revealing clothes. He basically inhaled the water he was drink the wrong way when his son came into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin, flowy tank top and denim booty shorts.

PJ looked at him with slight confusion, “Something wrong Daddy?”

Ink turns away to hide his burning cheekbones, clearing his throat, “N-nothing”

PJ didn’t seem to question his dad as he headed over to the fridge to grab a drink as well, those shorts showing off his hips much more. Ink gritted his teeth together, fuck, he really did have to pass down the nice hips to him didn’t he?

Yep, he’s going to hell for this.

Ink tried to keep himself busy with house work but his magic was sensitive and his son kept popping in every now and then to ask about something or needing help with something which made the magic inside him grow wild, he couldn’t control how his eyes wandered down to PJ’s cute little stomach covered in pink and yellow splotches, adorable belly button and those sweet tender thighs that he wishes he could just stuff his face in between and eat him out senselessly.

He’s almost certain that PJ was teasing him but he didn’t really trust his judgement at the moment, he just needs to hold off long enough for the weekend to be over. Then, he’ll be back to work which means he’ll see his son less.

“Hey Daddy!” PJ calls out to him.

Ink holds his breath for a moment to try and calm his urges, turning around to give him a smile, “What’s up kid?”

“Can we have a movie night?” He asks oh so innocently.

Damnit.

“I uh, I dunno, I have a lot of chores to catch up on…” He tried to give himself an excuse, hunching his shoulders a bit, glancing away.

PJ huffs and places his hands on his hips, “But Daddy! We rarely see each other, don’t you want to spend time with your child?”

Yes, he does, in bed.

Unfortunately once PJ’s mind was set on something, there was no stopping him, he sighs, “Alright you win”

“Yay!”

“But I’m picking the movie this time” Ink sternly remarks, “It was a mistake letting you watch that horror movie”

“Fineeeee….” He pouts, his face looking very kissable right now.

Lord help him if he does something really fucking stupid tonight.

Dinner was wrapped up with no issues, which left Ink to fulfil his promise to his son of a movie night, he hopes the movie he picked out will be distracting enough to not pay attention to his son. PJ’s body was pressed up close to his which causes a quick jolt of excited magic to run through his bones, making him shiver slightly but he tried to focus on the movie.

But PJ clearly wanted to be cuddled, shuffling ever so closer to him, legs crossed giving him a better view of his thighs, Ink grits his teeth, trying not to ogle but fuck, it was hard, like, how dare his son dress up like that, does he even know what he’s doing to him?

“Daddy~ I wanna cuddle” PJ begs.

Ink clenches his fists, magic swirling all around in side him.

“I’m trying to watch the movie” Ink bluntly says

“We can cuddle and watch the movie” Paperjam grabs Ink’s arms and hugs with with both his arms and thighs, “Daddy please~?”

Ink tried, he really tried to be a good parent, to not take advantage of his son but in this moment, something deep inside him snaps. He shifts the position and pins his son down on the couch, his tummy looking so smooth and tender, shoulders begging to be bitten and marked. In the heat of the moment he forcefully kisses PJ right on the mouth, licking his teeth and trying to pry them open so he can invade the rest of his mouth.

Strangely enough, PJ doesn’t fight back on this moment of sin, opening up, letting Ink run this rainbow tongue along his upper teeth, a whimpering moan escapes PJ’s mouth which is music to Ink’s skull as he fights with his son’s many tongues, getting a sweet yet inky taste of him while his hips grind against PJ’s pelvis.

This goes on for a while before Ink breaks from the kiss to gather some air, the realisation settle in for him as PJ sits up and wipes away some of the saliva off his chin.

PJ gives a smirk, “Took ya long enough Daddy”

Ink blinks, “What..?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make the move for ages,” PJ explains, spreading his legs out, “Why else would I wear this outfit?”

“Because it’s hot?”

“Well yeah but I wanted your attention, I love you” He admits, wrapping his arms around Ink’s shoulders, trying to kiss him again but Ink stops him for a moment.

“You know that this is...y’know, wrong” He points out.

PJ frowns, “Real funny coming from you, I can hear you touching yourself while moaning my name at night”

Ouch. Yeah, Ink wasn’t really one to talk.

“Besides I love you, I don’t care about anything else or what anyone thinks!” He states matter of factly, “Come on Daddy, I wanna have some fun together~”

Well, Ink couldn’t really turn down his own son now can he? Suffice to say, the movie was ignored for the rest of the night as PJ’s moans were much better entertainment for him.