Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

I frowned. “That won’t happen anytime soon, dad.” I said as I chuckled. As if someone will like me. “I love you, my precious daughter.” My dad said. I cried a lot more. “I love you too, dad!” The host called another man for me to dance. I wiped my tears. I hope my make up is not yet ruined. Some of them are my uncles and my dad's workmates.. Some of them are my godfather that I don’t really know.

I do not think that I can do it before blacking out completely. There are no classes today so after breakfast, everyone disperses to their various destinations. I know that I will not see Cleo today until before the show so I retire to my bedroom. Dad calls me as I strip out of my gown and fling myself on my bed. “Hey, dear!” he greets with cheer from the other line. “Guess who is excited to see the dance today!” “Dad, I told you that I did not get the part!” “I am still going to turn up. That is how much I love ballet. You know, it is one of the ways I feel close to your mother.”

I said softly, I don't know what to do anymore. "Come on, just suck it and I'll assure you that your dad won't wake up, he is a heavy sleeper," Uncle said, I look at him with hesitation but he just smiles at me and motioned to start sucking my dad's dick. I can help but swallow my saliva as I slowly take off dad's boxer brief and my eyes widened when I saw dad's huge and thick dick comes out. "Shit! I think huge and thick dicks run in our blood, your dad's dick is massive even though it wasn't hard yet." Uncle commented while my eyes were still glued to my dad's huge dick in front of me.

he said, walking toward me with a wide smile, “you’ve always been my champion, but today… today I want to celebrate you not just as my son, but as the young man you’ve become.” I smiled, a little overwhelmed. “Thank you, Dad. I—” “No, no speeches just yet,” he interrupted with a chuckle. “I was thinking…” He glanced around the room, and a slow smile spread across his face. “We dance.” “Wait, what?” I asked, surprised, but laughter bubbled up inside me. “Yes, dance!” he said, grabbing my hand. “It’s time we celebrate properly. A father and son dance!” I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief, but let him lead me to the small cleared area in the middle of the room.

I wasn't convinced. "Yes, she may be pigheaded at times but trust me your mom will get it." "I'll get what?" I almost jumped as I turned to see my mom and Michael standing behind me. "You'll get the dance steps to the next song," my Dad said as he got up and held her hands. "Honey I love you but you're not a good dancer," my Dad laugh. "Really, how about you show me how it's done Mr. Smooth," my Mom teased as they headed for the dance floor. I laughed at how naive my mom was.

Today has been more than I could ever hope for, and I’m so happy. “You look beautiful. I wish your mom were here to see you,” Dad says through his tears. “Me too, but I’m sure she’s watching,” I reply, trying not to cry myself, but it’s impossible. He kisses my cheek and holds onto me tighter. I wrap my arms around him tightly and close my eyes as we slowly dance together. When the song ends, everyone cheers loudly, and Tes and Carlos help Dad back into his chair. Then Jill and Dad start to dance, and everyone else joins. Tes takes my hand and kisses it before we dance to the music.

Dad kept his hand on Ryan's shoulder, making him gulp in fear. "Maybe you're forgetting, but she came from my wife's womb. I know how to take care of pregnant women," Dad said with an evil grin on his lips. "Of course you know... It's just my stupid habit of uttering nonsense," Ryan said and raised his hands in the air, surrendering himself. I laughed seeing how scared he was of my dad. "Let's go, Princess," Dad said and extended his hand towards me, which I took happily. My dad took me to the dance floor and we started dancing slowly to my favourite song.

, Raven complains accompanied with murmurs and I and Tareem hold back laughter. Mr Tyrone is introducing me to some personnels like Presidents, Ministers, Businessmen, Philanthropists, etc. A soothing music is playing and we majestically turn and see professional dance as everyone watch with blood or wine in their hands. With time others join as they dance with their partners. They dance this slow dance. I smile as I enjoy how they sway their hips and how they manage not to step on each other. I look forward and see my dad dance with the woman from the vision. They stare at each other with so much love and respect as everyone enjoys their performance. Their eyes never leave each other and my

I wondered, giggling. “Why bother learning? Dad does it fast, and he just lives next door.” John teased me and David chucked, eyeing us both amused. I took the silk tie from his hands, fumbling for a while with the material to fix it. “There you go…” I said, placing the tie around his neck and adjusting it. “Thanks. And you didn’t answer. Will you dance with Dad?” “Oh, John, you’re unbelievable sometimes,” I whined. “Listen. Dad had me and Ian attend dance lessons to impress our mates. He bragged about his dancing moves. So here is the chance to prove that he is a graceful dancer.” John teased.

I’d have to sneak away later on and steal a few before Asher and Zeke scarfed them all down. Dad heard it too, his grin widening as he shrugged. It made sense he wouldn’t be too worried about how it happened, only that it had. He jutted his chin in grandma’s direction and said, “Had to be your grandma working her magic.” “I told you four times now it wasn’t me that fixed your leg.” Grandma huffed, swatting at him as she closed the refrigerator door. Dad shrugged, “All I know is I hope it lasts. Flora here has been teaching me how do dance. Can you imagine that, Lola? Your old man on the dancefloor!”