Tanjiro Father Dance Novels & Stories

“You look great, Aurora.” We danced as a group. Lila was a force of nature, spinning and singing along. Jaden stayed respectful, moving close but never crossing lines. The drinks kept coming—another shot, then a mixed drink that tasted like candy but hit like a truck. The world grew softer, warmer, fuzzier. My worries about Theo, the distance, my parents’ expectations, and the guilt over my growing friendship with Jaden all melted into the pounding rhythm.

A reminder. Lucian had fucked me like he was trying to rewrite my DNA, and my body hadn’t forgotten a single thrust. I could still feel the ghost of his cum leaking out of me this morning when I showered. And the whole time I was rinsing his marks off my skin, my brain kept circling back to one sentence. “Not even my father can take you from me.” But me? I heard it different. I heard challenge. Because the second those words left his mouth, my mind flashed to his dad—Mr. fucking Blackthorne.

Alpha Bambam “Don’t tell me you finally decided to choose a mate,” I snapped at my son, Lucian. He had proved so stubborn over the years, knowing fully well that he couldn’t take over from me unless he found his mate and marked her according to tradition. I was worried at first that he hadn’t found her yet, but then he proved me wrong when he started sleeping with every woman in sight. I associated his silly attitude with the loss of his mum and the ache her absence brought. But when he finally told me he had found his mate, I was thrilled, finally, he was going to get over his reckless lifestyle.

I jump up with so much joy. At that moment, the door to the entrance opened and her father entered. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was sweaty, and his muscles were popping. He stops dead in his tract and sniffs the air. He does that around me very well and then his eyes landed on me. “You are here Sandra.” Opportunity come but once, I hurriedly went to hug him. “Thanks for allowing me to use your house for my party:” I squeezed him more tightly.

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

"Enough!" My father says, startling my son. Larry is wide-eyed, a little frightened but mostly confused. Tiffany lifts herself from the seat beside me and scrambles to take Larry. "It's alright, baby," she says the moment he wraps his arms around her neck. There is something so beautiful about watching both of them and at that moment, I want to give everything else up. For a chance of real love. "Do you wanna dance?" She asks him. He nods feverishly. She takes his hand and leads him to the wide, almost empty dance floor. The music is slow and quiet and as they sway, I can't help but stare.

“Tequilla? Now that’s a way to party.” That kicks the distrust out of the window and everyone resumes jumping up and down to the music, I fill my shot glass and hand it to Danny, her tongues peek out of her mouth as she stared at the liquid. “I have to look after my mom... ah, fuck it.” She snatched the glass from me and knocked it back. Soon, we were both dancing to music and had gotten to what I should assume was our third shot, when one of the guys walked up to me. He is cute, taller, definitely older than I was and had the most beautiful platinum blond hair I would kill for.

everyone replied, raising their flutes of champagne and drinking from it. "It is now time; the moment has arrived for the Father and Daughter dance. Please join me in welcoming the bride and her father to the dance floor." The guests cheered as Dad walked up to me. "Let us dance, my sweet." he said as he stretched his hand to me. I dropped my champagne flute, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor as Camilla Cabello's 'First Man' plays from the speakers. I placed my head on Dad's chest as he maneuvered us across the dance floor while the guests watched.

If only he knew. Moving to the dance floor, I immediately went into character and started dancing sexily. A hair toss here and there, rolling my hips, whining my waist. I felt hands on my hips and I twerked on Lewis's crotch that was spotting a hard on. I looked up and saw a seething Alpha and I smirked tauntingly, clearly enjoying this.... "Zoe, your father is looking for you," Tiffany's voice echoed through the mind-link. "He said you should go to his office."

When we pull apart he licks the cake off my nose and smirks once again my face turns red and he wipes my face with a napkin before he cleans his. "Now we will do the father-daughter dance," the DJ announces, causing my dad and I to go onto the dance floor. My dad said he wanted to choose the son and he chose Beauty and the Beast instrumental. My eyes started to water thinking about all the times my dad would dance with me to this song when I was a little girl. I laid my head on his chest for a little before looking up at him. A tear fell down his cheek and one fell down mine. "I love you daddy," I whisper and he smiles.