Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

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.

Their eyes flipped through my things. “You got all these? How come?” Dad asked. I chuckled ever so lightly. “Well, I won the best dancer with Cansil,” I explained. Dad exchanged looks with mum, and I know what was going through their minds. They wondered how come I could dance. Mom looked dat me with curiosity. “But, you don’t dance,” he pointed out. I smiled. “Yes, I don’t, but Cansil does,” I said easily. “I’m exhausted and I have to leave,” I said calmly.

papa said, making everybody shocked with the sudden come back. "Woahh" said Zeeshant and immediately regretted after looking at Rasila aunty glaring at him. "I don't need a partner to dance" aunty said rolling her eyes as her lady boss personality jumped in. "You don't but the dance needs" dad said backing up his team memeber as us, neutrals- we all chuckled seeing both them getting offended. It's clear that dad and papa are teaming up. Ladies look offended while us, the 3rd team, decided to just enjoy it.

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.

“You? Tango at the wedding? With who, dad?” “Of course, who else would I tango with? We started taking classes last month. I want it to be just like in True Lies when Arnie dances with Jamie Lee Curtis at the end, that was hot.” I shake my head. “Hot? Unbelievable.” “Got to keep the spark alive. Plus, your father is surprisingly light on his feet, so far, he’s only stepped on my toes once. How’s things with you and John?” "I don't know..."

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.

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.