CW: Fauxc3st (not underage), Donât like donât read, all fictional
Son whoâs going on his first date to the movies sitting on the couch with his dad, telling him that heâs scared that his crush wonât like him anymore because he doesnât know how to kiss. He really doesnât want to seem strange for never having made out with someone before⊠all of his friends have already done all of that stuffâŠ
His dad offers to teach him, but thatâs kinda weird, isnât it? Sure, they kiss on the lips and maybe they still bathe or sleep together, but thatâs all normal stuff. Making out with your dad?? Son doesnât think that heâs supposed to do that with his daddy (even if maybe he wants to sometimes).
But his dad reassures him that itâs really just fine, heâs teaching him how to do things and thatâs what dads do, they teach you things when you donât know how to do them by yourself. Besides, itâs not like anyone has to know, itâll just be our secret. And you trust dad so much, you wouldnât want to have your first kiss be taken by some random boy who might not even really care about you! First times are supposed to be special, right? So, you give a little nod and a quiet, âokay, dad.âDad says youâre good, youâve always been his good little boy, alwaysâŠ
this feels a bit embarrassing? Awkward? You donât really know why, dad said itâs all normal. Youâre still tense and looking at your hands fidgeting in your lap, when dad places a warm hand on your back and leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You blush and turn your head to look at him, he tells you to just try and mimic what heâs doing and relax. You nod. He smiles warmly.
He kisses your lips, a small peck, then actually kissing. He puts his other hand on your cheek and strokes his thumb over your cheekbone. Then his thumb comes down to your chin and pulls down so you know to open your mouth now and his tongue brushes against your teeth before you open your mouth wider so he can lick inside your mouth. Your hand fists in your dadâs shirt, you feel kinda weird⊠itâs hot and your eyebrows furrow.
Dadâs hand that was on your cheek places itself on your hips and strokes down to your thigh. His thumb rubs there a bit. Dad pulls his mouth away from yours so you can breathe, his forehead leans against yours. Youâre throbbing in your shorts, breathless, and staring into dadâs eyes. He glances down at where his hand is resting on your thigh and starts brushing inward. You grab his hand, itâs not that you donât want him to, itâs just that youâve never done that before with someone else. And you know heâs not supposed toâŠthat this is icky, that youâre icky for wanting it. Youâre looking down at your hand holding his, your eyes a little teary.
Dad gives you another peck on your lips and says âI dont have to touch you if you donât want me to, but thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about. If you need daddyâs help, Iâll help you baby, you just have to let meâŠokay?â You look at him for a moment. You really want daddyâs help, thereâs been so many times youâve thought about this alone in your room wearing his shirt and wishing he was the one touching you. Thinking about how you wish maybe his hand would trail down a little lower in the shower. Even though you know itâs not okay, it can just be our secretâŠjust like the kissâŠ
Your thighs that were tightly clenched together fall open a bit. You whimper and say ââŠplease help me, daddyâ as a tear falls down your face. Itâs just all a bit overwhelming but youâve always felt better when youâre in dadâs arms. He smiles at you, âthereâs my good boy~â and kisses you as his hand rubs exactly where youâve always wanted it to.
