I Can Be Your Fantasy 4/5
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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“Okay, so I’ve booked a table at Breadsticks for you and your friends. You’ve organised the decorations and the guest list. I’ve taken care of the ‘cake’. Yes, I know, bud. New York baked cheesecake. Um....am I forgetting something?”
“My present?” Kurt asks hopefully, bouncing on the spot a little, the light pink babydoll top with black trim fluttering with his movements.
“Oh yeah. I guess I’d better get down to Walmart to pick something up for you, hadn’t I?”
“Daddy,” Kurt whines at his father’s teasing. “Don’t I get a hint? Pleeeeasssse,” he presses against his dad’s arm, the frilly black lace trim settling on Burt’s forearm.
“No way, kiddo. You have to wait until Friday night.”
“Oh Daddy. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with cherries on top?” Kurt grasps his father’s hand and continues to hop from one foot to another excitedly. “It’s only another couple of days, Daddy. You’re not gonna make me wait, are you?”
Burt leans back against the dining chair he’s sitting on as his son wiggles himself into a begging frenzy. He can’t help but admire the small bikini knickers Kurt’s wearing today. The light pink cloth covering him up perfectly yet the colour’s almost his boy’s skin tone and if he looks hard enough he’s sure he can make out the outline of his cleft.
Over the past few weeks he’s come to accept that Kurt has switched from his standard underwear to panties. The number of pretty g-strings, panties and slips has increased steadily each time he’s hung out the laundry (Kurt may have insisted on doing the washing but he did trust Burt to hang it out, especially after his son demonstrated the proper hanging techniques to him).
There has been a few - well okay, quite a few uncomfortable moments that has aroused Burt to the point where he’s left the room to uh, take care of business, so to speak. And he insisted, several times at least, that Kurt wear a robe around the house, but that only resulted in shortie lace robes making an appearance once or twice. Other than that though, Kurt’s daily appearance hasn’t changed. He still spends the longest time getting ready and wears some admittedly ‘out there’ clothes but his son has been doing that for years. Only now, Burt knew, there are lacy, sweet or downright sinful panties underneath.
If Burt thinks too hard about what his son’s wearing each day, his body can’t help but respond, which means that Burt has to head off to the workshop bathroom and make himself flip through one of the magazines the guys keep in there. Of course, that doesn’t always keep his mind off his son’s body or his sweet pussy as he often ends up picturing his boy splayed out in the model’s position or lingerie anyway - none of which helps to ease his feelings of guilt at all. Burt’s thoughts snaps back as Kurt lands sideways on his lap, still jiggling in place.
“Please, Daddy? I’ll-I’ll be a good boy. I’ll make you breakfast for a week. No! A month! I’ll even bring it to you in bed. Please, Daddy?”
Burt chuckled, “Okay, kid jeez,”
“Okay? You’ll give it to me early? Oh, I love you, Daddy!”
“Nuh uh, Kurt. You still have to wait for Friday. But, I have something small you can open in the morning. Y’know, over my breakfast in bed.”
Kurt pouts playfully. “You’re not gonna give it to me today?”
“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you alright...” Burt pauses as his son’s breathing hitches, “...just on Friday.”
Kurt huffs and turns himself around in his father’s lap, laying the back of his head in the crook of his daddy’s neck. He takes both his father’s hands and settles them in his own lap. “I think you should make me breakfast in bed on Friday, Daddy. It’s my birthday, after all. And then I’ll do it for the month after that. Deal?”
Burt’s fingers itch to move as they graze his son’s panties. He desperately wants to stroke a fat finger along the split of his lips, to rub his tiny clit, to feel the wetness that he knows will come. He takes a deep breath and sighs. His fingers don’t move. Instead, he presses a kiss into his son’s bed-head hair. “Deal. Now move it or we’ll both be late.”
***
“Happy birthday, Kurt!”
“Oh, crepes? Oh la la, Daddy, that’s fantastique,” he giggles. Kurt sits up in bed, propping his pillows behind him, his bare chest on display.
His father smiles and drops a kiss to his son’s head as the tray is set over his legs. “Sixteen. I can’t believe it. It seems like just yesterday you were running around the backyard naked, with your underwear on your head, in the rain.”
“Daddy!” Kurt says aghast. “You promised you’d never bring that up again!”
Burt laughs. “Sorry, buddy. I got to looking through some of the photo albums last night and came across a couple your Mom took of you that day. Do you remember?”
Kurt smiles softly. “Yeah.”
“You said you didn’t want to take a bath while it was raining outside and why couldn’t you just run around outside and get clean...”
“And Mom said that I could but I had to come back and wash my hair in the bath.”
“Yeah, you were so cute, running laps around the yard, flapping your arms, trying to fly.”
“Hey, I was six. Besides, I’m still cute, aren’t I?”
“Course you are. You’re the best son I could’ve ever asked for Kurt. I’m so proud of you, Kurt and I know your Mom would be too.”
“Da-ad! You’re not supposed to make me cry on my birthday.”
“Okay, okay. Eat your breakfast, son.”
“Okay. Love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Kurt.”
Burt steps away to have his own breakfast before heading back to the bedroom with a mid size flat box in hand.
***
“All finished there?”
“Uh huh. It was delicious, thank you Daddy.” Kurt moves the tray off his legs and onto the other side of the bed as he eyes the baby pink box tied up with big black organza bow in his father’s hands.
“Alright, well here you go then. I thought you might like a few more pieces to add to your growing collection.”
Kurt quirks an eyebrow at that while studying the gift box. It could be anything! He tugs at the ribbon and pulls the lid off. Layers of baby pink tissue paper obscure what’s inside. Peeling back each layer delicately, Kurt gasps as he sees the first item: A pair of light pink ruffled panties with black piping.
“Oh Daddy, they’re beautiful!”
“There’s more, keep going.”
The first pair’s set aside reverently as he peels another layer of tissue away to reveal a black butterfly g-string. Kurt turns it over, fingering the delicate lace with care. More tissue paper uncovers a tiny pair of black pair of bikini bottoms with long ribbons.
“Oh!”
Underneath the next layer of tissue are two pairs of classy black and white Playboy boyshorts that have tuxedo detailing.
“The last ones are just for fun. You seem to like ruffles,” his daddy says, slightly embarrassed.
The final item in the box are a pair of sheer black panties with purple ruffles and black polka dot detail. Kurt runs his hand over the ruffles and smiles up at his father.
“I love them, Daddy. Thank you so much,” he says as he stacks each pair into the box and replaces the lid. Kurt slips the bed covers down and stretches a leg out to stand up.
His father gasps, his eyes dropping to Kurt’s crotch that’s only covered by a tiny sheer black g-string. His eyes flick back to Kurt’s face immediately, guilt flitting over his face in the hope that he wasn’t just caught gaping at Kurt’s slightly stretched, hairless pussy. However, Kurt’s expression doesn’t change from the soft grateful smile he’s been wearing since unwrapping his present, even though he’s doing an internal fist pump at hearing and seeing his father’s surprise. He stands up quickly, clad only in the g-string, and hugs his father tightly as they stand by the bedside.
“I mean it, Daddy. Thank you. Not everyone would be so understanding,” Kurt whispers in his ear. He may press his groin into his father for just a little longer than usual, and wiggle when he wouldn’t normally and hold on for longer, but only because he’s waiting to feel his daddy’s warm hands wrap around his waist and give him a slight squeeze in acknowledgement. He holds even tighter when it comes, unwilling to let him go.
***
Burt tries to pull back a little but only succeeds in separating them from the waist down as his hands remain around Kurt’s waist.
“So you’re all set for tonight, right? I’ll meet you at Breadsticks at 8pm to give you your big present,” Burt speaks into Kurt’s hair.
Grinning widely, Kurt bounces while still in his father’s grasp. “I can’t wait, Daddy!”
Burt isn’t quite sure what to do with his hands as his son jumps up and down in his arms. A hand lands on Kurt’s bare bum briefly before he lifts it and he immediately wraps it around his waist tightly to stop the bouncing.
***
Kurt’s suddenly pinned tightly to Burt and with glazed eyes they stare at each other just a little too long. He can hear his heart thumping in his ears as a trickle of wetness makes itself felt on his inner thighs.
“Daddy. I-”
His father pushes Kurt away gently.
“I-I better get going. Don’t want to be late for work. You’re getting a ride with Mercedes, right?”
Kurt bites his lip, watching his father avoid his gaze. “Uh huh. I’ll see you tonight, Daddy.”
“Have a good day. I’ll see you at eight, kiddo,” his dad responds, ruffling Kurt’s hair playfully trying to get rid of the awkwardness between them.
As his father leaves the room, Kurt pulls on the sheer black bed-coat with the pink roses and ties it in the front before setting after his father. “Daddy?”
***
“Hmm?” Burt replies as he pulls on his jacket, not looking at Kurt, trying to will his hard-on away.
“Can I ask a boy I like to come over on the Saturday?”
Burt stops fussing with his jacket immediately and turns to his son frowning. “A boy?”
Burt’s eyes widen as he takes in his son’s outfit, his eyes roving over his body freely. Finally able to close his gaping mouth he manages to spit out, “A friend of yours from glee club?
***
“Mmm, sort of. He’s on the football team.” Kurt adds. He isn’t really lying. Finn’s in the glee club and on the football team, and he has been more of a friend lately but Kurt has no intentions of asking him over or of ever making a move on him because all he wants is his daddy. This is his final play to get his daddy to make a move. If jealousy doesn’t spark something in him, then Kurt has to go to Plan B.
“Let’s, ah, let’s talk about tonight.”
“Okay,” Kurt says easily, spinning on his heel and heading back to his room to get ready for school.
***
Burt swallows hard as he watches his sixteen year old son’s bare ass sashay into the distance, the thong completely sandwiched between his cheeks. His dick, having softened as his son talked about Finn, suddenly twitches with interest again. He sighs and heads towards the bathroom, now needing to jerk off before he can go to work.
***
“Hey Paulie, your boy’s on the football team, isn’t he?”
“Matt? Yeah, why?”
“D’ya know a kid called Finn?”
“Yeah, he’s their quarterback.”
“Oh?”
“What’s going on, Burt?”
“My kid wants to have him over to the house. Alone.”
“Yeah? Well, Hudson seems to a good kid. Keeps his nose pretty clean, not like some of the other guys on the team. Bit of a doofus, from what Matt says.”
Burt nodded as Matt’s father continued.
“I wouldn’t worry about it, Burt. I think he’s dating one of those cheerleaders anyway.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t strike me as...someone who would be…available to your boy.”
Burt’s eyebrows shot up.
“He’s straight?”
“I’m guessing.”
“Thanks, Paulie,” he calls out as he heads back to his office and shuts the door.
He pulls up the school’s website and looks for information on the Titans. A handful of clicks later and a photo of a ruddy looking Finn’s staring back at him, the entire team standing around him looking worse for wear after a losing game. A couple more clicks and there’s Finn in his letterman jacket posing, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, with arms draped over a couple of cheerleaders.
Burt shakes his head. No way in hell is that kid coming over for a date night. He isn’t sure if this kid is gay or straight but he looks like he’s trying to be a ladies’ man and if he gets wind of Kurt’s unique physique it could end badly.
Either, he’ll take one look at Kurt’s pussy and dive in dick first, and his son will probably let him with the way he’s been acting at home lately - so damn slutty. Or, the kid might take offence at Kurt putting the moves on him and, best case scenario, his boy ends up with his feelings hurt. Worst case scenario, his boy ends up in the hospital.
He sighs. Any which way Burt looks at it, Finn’s bad news. He has to put his foot down about this. It’s his job as a parent to protect his kid from guys like this, trying to take advantage of his baby boy.
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Part 5