I Can Be Your Fantasy 5/5
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Burt/Kurt
Spoilers: S1 AU
Warnings: Incest, bp!Kurt, Daddy!Kink, Slut Shaming, Cross Dressing, Seduction, Begging
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Kurt waves goodnight to all his friends in the Breadstix car park as he turns the key of his new tricked out black Navigator, the engine roaring to life. He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, his daddy sitting in the passenger seat, as Kurt drives them home, grinning all the way.
“So, did you have a good night, bud?”
“Oh my gosh, this has been the best night ever, Daddy!”
Burt smiles widely as his son proceeds to gush all about his day, dinner and the gifts he’s received, finally winding up his stories as they pull into their driveway.
“Oh, but I forgot to tell you about something amazing I got today, Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm, you go wait in the lounge and I’ll put it on and show you.”
Burt chuckles as he heads inside, flicks the lights on and settles into his armchair. It’s bound to be a new scarf or a bowtie that one of the girls has gotten him.
Kurt races downstairs and pulls the skimpy red garterbelt/thong combo out of his drawers along with a pair of red sheer stockings that has a lace band around the thigh. He quickly removes his clothes and simple red satin panties before rolling on each stocking, shimmying into the g-string and snapping on the garters to the lace bands on each leg.
Standing in front of his full length mirror, he tweaks his nipples to make them flush and erect. Then he twists to make sure the rear view looks as sinful as the front before making a final adjustment to a wayward garter. A quick twist to a few drooping locks, a mist of hairspray and a dab of strawberry lip gloss is all he needs before he finally slips on the red and black high heels he’d found at the mall and headed upstairs to present himself to his father.
***
He struts to the living room and poses, hands resting on the each side of the door frame, legs spread wide. “How do I look, Daddy?” he asks innocently.
His father looks up, his mouth dropping open immediately, forgetting to breathe as Kurt stood in front of him practically naked.
“Christ, Kurt! What the hell is that?”
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Kurt asks as he twirls, showing off the open back to the garment.
“Where on earth did you get that!”
“It was a present,” he says smiling shyly, taking several steps forward.
“From who?!” his father splutters.
“Does it matter, Daddy?”
“Of course it matters. I want to know who’s buying my baby an outfit like that! I want to know who wants you to wear that for them! Who is it Kurt?!” he demands.
Kurt takes a deep breath and hopes that his lie won’t come back to bite him in the ass. He takes another step closer to his father and ducks his head as he mumbles his response.
“What? I didn’t hear that. Kurt? Come here and tell me who wants to see my boy like this?” his daddy says, still wound up. His father takes a few deep breaths trying to calm down as Kurt stands in front of him blushing, wringing his hands and twisting the toe of his shoe into the carpet. One look at Kurt’s fearful face and his daddy’s anger drops away immediately. “C’mere, Kurt. Just tell me. Please.”
Kurt takes another step towards his father’s now outstretched hand but doesn’t make contact. “Finn. It was Finn’s present,” he says quietly as he watches his father’s face darken.
***
Burt swallows hard to keep his temper in check and gently takes hold of Kurt’s wrist, pulling him so that he settles across his lap, thighs squeezed together. “He knows about you? And you let that boy buy this for you?! Why?” he asks, trying to understand the situation, as he strokes a hand on the bare skin alongside one of the garters.
***
Kurt blushes again and looks up at his daddy through his lashes as he bites his bottom lip, giving the acting performance of his life. “I-I can’t help it, Daddy. I want it,” he says as he squirms against his father whose hand leaves his thigh and wraps itself around his shoulder.
“You want what?”
“I need it. Please, I need it, Daddy.”
“You need what, Kurt?”
“I-I’m so wet all the time, Daddy. My pussy’s been aching for something else. Something - someone to fill me up.”
His father stares at Kurt in shock, his mouth opening and closely wordlessly.
“You want him to see you like this? You want him to touch you?”
Kurt nods.
“You think he has any idea of how to treat you, baby?”
Kurt flutters his eyelashes at him in silence. The hand on his shoulder moves slowly down to his nipple, the fingers slowly drifting in lazy circles over his small areola. Kurt’s lips part as he lets out a rush of breath, his eyes falling shut.
“You think he knows how to make you feel good?” his daddy asks, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “A player like that? D’ya think he’s gonna take the time to learn how to make you feel good, baby, before he moves on to the next cheerleader?”
Kurt shakes his head.
“No?”
Kurt opens his eyes, gazing lustily into his father’s dark eyes.
“I want it, Daddy. Please give it to me.”
***
“What do you want, Kurt?” Burt whispers.
“I want you, Daddy.”
Burt’s breathing hitches.
“My pussy’s been aching for you, Daddy. I need you. I need your fingers on me. In me. I need your cock in me, Daddy. I need you. Please touch me.”
Burt watches in awe as his son begs to be fucked, his lips quivering, eyelashes fanning across his cheek as he gasps each time his nipple’s squeezed.
“Oh Daddy,” Kurt moans and lets his thighs fall apart. Burt’s gaze drifts downward, the tiny cloth cover over his son’s pussy the only physical barrier to giving his boy what he wants. “Please, Daddy. Use your fingers on me.”
Burt groans with desire and he lets his hand drift lower across his boy’s pale stomach, down past the small diamante buckle on the garter belt, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of his mound. He holds his breath as he hovers over the small triangle of red satin keeping Kurt’s pussy hidden. “Is that why you’ve been sneaking into my bed?”
“Uh huh,” Kurt uttered shyly, biting his lower lip again. Neither of them moves. The only sound in the room is the heavy breathing coming from them both. Kurt’s hips buck, trying to get his father’s touch back on him.
“Ugh, baby, so wanton.”
“Please, please, Daddy. I’ll do anything you want,” Kurt begs as he tips his hips towards his father’s hand once more.
“So slutty, baby.”
“Yessss. Let me be your slut, Daddy,” Kurt whines.
“So, you don’t want that silly quarterback boy then?”
“Nuh uh. I just want you, Daddy. I’m so wet for you. Fill me up. Please,Daddy?”
Burt’s resolve finally crumbles hearing his boy whimper and beg for his touch. He never can withhold anything from his son, especially if he begs like this and he can no longer deny that this isn’t what he wants too. He dips his fingers inside the red satin panties, sliding down to part Kurt’s plump pussy lips. Immediately he feels the wetness there, slipping a finger lower to push gently at his son’s entrance. Clearly Kurt has been aroused for a while.
“Mm-ahh, Daddy. Oh,” Kurt cries out as he grips Burt’s shirt.
“God, you’re drenched, baby. You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh. You wouldn’t touch me this morning.”
“You wore those tiny panties for me? To show off your sweet ‘lil cunt to your Daddy?”
“Mm hmm. You want this tight little pussy, don’t you?”
Burt pulls his fingers away and immediately puts them into his mouth, suckling the taste of his baby boy greedily. He shoves Kurt off his lap, making him stand in front of his chair. “Take it off, Kurt. Lemme see it. Lemme see your pussy.”
Kurt lifts his left foot and places it between Burt’s legs, reaching down and unclipping each garter slowly on that leg before moving it back down and going through the same motions with his right leg. His son reaches around and unhooks the garter belt at the back, letting it fall away, his cleft bare for Burt’s inspection.
“You want it?”
“Uh huh. Please, Daddy!”
“Go stand in front of the coffee table and turn around, baby,” Burt directs as he swivels his chair around so he has a clear view of Kurt’s behind. “That’s it. Spread those legs for me. Now bend over, baby.”
Kurt drops forward, placing his hands on the coffee table as he stretches his legs wide open. He wiggles his ass in anticipation.
“Ugh, look at that slutty ‘lil hole." Burt leans forward in his chair and licks a wide stripe from his boy’s clit to his asshole, making Kurt squeal. “So fucking juicy,” he mumbles to himself. “I love your sweet baby pussy. You taste so good,” he tells his son as he spanks a hand across an ass cheek.
***
One of Kurt’s knees buckles a little at the stinging slap but the pain’s forgotten the instant his daddy’s tongue slurps against him again. He can feel lips and his tongue licking, sucking, teeth nibbling at his pussy lips and clit while his father’s nose teases his hole inadvertently. His breathy gasps and moans fall from his mouth in a steady stream as his daddy’s hands clutch at his ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
His father pulls away, licking the sweet musky taste of Kurt from his lips. “You done this before, baby?”
Kurt shakes his head, looking at his daddy between his legs.
“Oh, my sweet little virgin boy. You want me to fuck your holes, baby?”
Kurt nods as he swallows hard and moans shakily. This is the best birthday ever.
***
Burt mumbles, to himself more than anything, as he leans back in to lap at the fluid leaking steadily from his baby’s pussy, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to use them all.” His tongue flicks down the sensitive stretch of skin, swirls around the entrance and then dips his tongue in, shallow at first, but soon he’s pressing hard against Kurt, licking inside him as far as his tongue can reach. He can hear his boy’s soft cries as he fucks his tongue in and out, intent on making Kurt cum before he moves on. He slides a hand from the boy’s cheeks to rub his clit.
“O-oh, fuck, Daddy. Daddy!”
***
Kurt shudders at the contact to his rigid clit, his insides clench with the vigorous tongue fucking into his pussy, sending him into orbit and, with a strangled cry, heat floods through his body as he climaxes, pushing more of his juices into his daddy’s mouth.
“Yeah. Gonna fuck that ripe ‘lil cunt, baby.”
Kurt exhales noisily as a finger swirls around and then plunges inside him. He squeezes against it briefly, then tries to gape as wide as possible, his insides too sensitive to want to touch it.
“You gonna cum on my cock, kiddo?”
“Uh, Daddy,” he whines. Who knew his daddy has such a dirty mouth? It’s fantastic.
“Gotta stretch you first but then I’m gonna split you on my cock, Kurt.”
Kurt’s eyes widen.
“You gonna love it aren’t you?”
Kurt whines as he nods.
“Fuck. Such a little slut,” his father says in awe as he adds a second finger and continued to pump them inside Kurt.
“Oooh!”
“You like that?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“If you love my fingers, baby, you’re gonna love my big cock. You don’t even know how big this dick is, do you?”
“Oh, I know.”
His daddy frowned. “You do, do you?”
Kurt giggles then gasps wildly as another finger delves inside him. “I sucked you one night.”
“What?!” the older man exclaims. “Oh God. It wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Kurt laughs. “Nuh uh. It was me.”
“Nasty little slut. You like it? You like tasting me?”
“Mm hmm. I love your big cock, Daddy.”
His father pulls his fingers out, stands up, pulls Kurt up with him and wraps his arms around him tightly. “Do you?”
Kurt grins as he takes in his daddy’s dark eyes.
“On your knees, slut. You like it so much, you can try it again,” his father demands, pushing Kurt to kneel in front of him. Releasing his belt buckle, his daddy unzips and slides his pants down. His father’s cock stands proudly, tenting his boxer shorts, a growing damp patch showing.
“Suck my cock, Kurt.”
Kurt nuzzles the hard dick through the shorts before he peels them away from his daddy’s body. He wraps a hand around his father’s length, pumping slowly and slides his tongue over the head. He sucks the fat cock with relish, his mouth stretching wide as he bobs faster, leaving his hand to cover the rest of the shaft that can’t swallow yet. He definitely doesn’t intend to gag and splutter tonight. He strokes and sucks faster as his daddy rambles above him.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Such a hot little piece of ass. Yeah, suck it, Kurt.”
Two hands slide into his hair, just resting there in silent encouragement, as his daddy’s moaning grows louder.
***
Burt waits until his son takes him to the brink and then pulls himself away, ready to move on and give both of them what they really want.
As his son raises himself up off the floor, Burt leans down, pulls up his pants and grabs Kurt around his waist. He throws his son over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, heading for his bedroom with a hand glued to his bum cheek.
***
Kurt whoops with surprise as his daddy drops him on his bed. He bounces oddly, legs flailing and a shoe flies off, thankfully missing his daddy by a mile.
“You ready for some fun now, baby?”
Kurt pulls the other high heel off, flings it over his shoulder and spreads his legs wide. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
***
Burt grins as he starts to strip himself off. He climbs onto the bed, hovers over his son as droplets of pre-cum drip onto his son’s stomach. He lowers his body down, covering the boy completely, dick slotting between his legs. Burt runs a calloused thumb over his son’s bottom lip and leans in to kiss him properly for the very first time.
At the first press of his boy’s soft lips against his, Burt sighs and parts his mouth, ready for more, ready for everything with his son. His tongue snakes out meeting Kurt’s as they kitten lick at each other for a moment, until Kurt’s mouth falls open, allowing him to lick inside greedily.
***
Kurt smells the pungent scent before he tastes it, taking a second to realize he’s tasting his own cum on his daddy’s face. The very thought of his juices smeared all over his father’s face sends Kurt into overdrive. His legs wrap around his daddy’s waist as his cock slides over his entrance. Kurt rubs his hands over his daddy’s bald head and shoulders, fingers digging in.
“Mmm, that ‘lil cunt is all mine now, baby. You shouldn’t have given it to me ‘cos I’m gonna be bending you over every chance I get.”
“Oh, Daddy. Uh, I need you inside me.”
“I’m gonna fuck you every morning over the breakfast table. Mmm, when I get home, you’re gonna be in my chair waiting to suck me. And every night, I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, baby.”
“Guh, Daddy. Put your cock in me. Put it in, just put it in.”
“So desperate for it, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard, baby.”
“Please, please.”
***
“Here we go, baby. You want my cock? You want it?” Burt taunts as he lines his cock up against Kurt’s cunt, teasing his hole.
The broken moan Kurt makes as he pushes inside is a sound Burt will remember forever.
“So tight, God. This is my ‘lil cunt now. You’re all mine now, Kurt.”
“Oh God. Daddy, you’re so big.”
Burt keeps pressing in, his son’s pink walls sucking him in slowly, until he bottoms out. He lies over his boy and pulses his hips there for a moment, trying to push his dick in even deeper. The tiny whimpering from Kurt drives him wild. “You’ve got all of Daddy’s cock, boy. Is this what you wanted?”
A pornographic moan spills out of his son as Burt pulls his hips back and snaps back in immediately.
“Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you, huh?”
“Oh. Yes. Yes, Daddy. Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll never stop.”
“Mmm uhhh,” Kurt cries out as Burt keeps fucking into him hard.
Burt slows his thrusting right down before pulling out altogether. “I love your sweet baby pussy, Kurt. Mmmm,” he groans as he slides his cock all the way back inside with one solid thrust before pulling all the way back out again.
“Ahh, please, put it back in. I need it, Daddy.”
Burt smirks as he continues to make single long slow thrusts into his boy, loving the sound of his begging. Switching up the pace, on the next thrust he dips in shallowly, continually pushing in fast, using only half his length to continue to tease his baby boy.
“Mmm, more, Daddy.”
“Nuh uh, you were such a little tease. Prancing around in those goddamn see-through panties. Well, now it’s my turn, baby. My turn to tease you.”
Kurt keens, loving the pace but wanting to be drilled deeply. He scratches his short fingernails across his daddy’s back as he pants out, “Deeper, Daddy. Fuck me hard.” His hips rolled up to meet his father’s thrusts, trying to get him to dive all the way in.
“Oh fuck, you little slut. You like this dick so much you want all of it?”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. Harder.”
“Ah. Fuck, baby. Take my cock, take it.”
His father’s hips rear back and slam into Kurt once more. He pulls back and smacks into Kurt again and again building a fast steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Kurt’s pussy.
Kurt’s head trashes as his daddy pounds into his cunt. His body tingles, so close to coming but he can’t quite get there. “Mhpf. Uh, uh, fuck. Oh Daddy, make me cum,” he whines.
Burt pauses his thrusting, pulling them back as he sits on his knees, cock still buried in his boy.
“Spread those legs for me, Kurt.”
Kurt lays his legs wide open, spread-eagled on Burt’s dick.
He pulls his son closer by the hips, pushing his cock deeper inside him. With his new position set, he starts his thrusting back up in a quick rhythm. “I’ve got one last present for you, baby. You wan’ it?”
Kurt moans incoherently in response.
Burt sucks his thumb a moment before dropping his hand to his boy’s mound. He massages circles over the erect clit while thrusting in, making Kurt’s pussy tighten even more and setting Burt’s blood boiling.
***
“Oh, oh. Oh, Daddy! Oh god, fuck me!”
Suddenly, Kurt’s pussy clamps down on his daddy’s dick as an orgasm washes over him and he wails loudly.
“Uh, Kurt. Here’s your present, baby. Here it is!” His father slammed his cock into Kurt as he shouted in satisfaction. He continued to grind in deep as his cock throbbed with each gush of cum, unloading into Kurt’s willing pussy.
Kurt lays there panting and glassy-eyed as his daddy thrusts lazily into him a few more times. The dirty sounding squelching as his father pulls out slowly and pushes back delights Kurt. His body is practically vibrating with the intensity of their fucking. He sighs happily as his daddy lays back down over him, kissing him sloppily with too much tongue, dick still snug inside him. Finally Kurt has what he wants; his daddy has stuffed him full.
“Mmm, better get some sleep now, Kurt. We’ve got an early start in the morning, baby.”
“Huh?”
“I have to make good on my promise, don’t I? I’m gonna make sure you never feel empty again, baby.”
A slowly softening dick inside him, his pussy full of his daddy’s cum and a promise of more? Yep, best birthday ever.
Fin