Your dad tries to write you a card for Valentine's Day, though he gets a bit sidetracked thinking about all the ways he could express how much loves you.
Just picture receiving a stained, suspicious envelope from your dad and him standing there, sweating with a soft yet nervous grin before quietly sitting at the other end of the table to quietly watch you with clasped hands. He doesn’t make any jokes alongside the crappy cards he usually gets you for these kinds of holidays, which fills the air with a weird tone you're not used to.
When you rip open the envelope and take out the cute little card, you naturally smile at how ironic the red glittery heart looks on the front. He must’ve reused an old valentines card or something.
Your eyes then widen at the messy paragraphs, a smudged scrawl of words that scatter across the page, circling the cute little message of Happy Valentine’s day printed in the centre with hearts, all written with a definite and throbbing boner in his hand.
It may go something like this;
“I love you son and I hope you have a good Valentine's Day, you mean so much to me and I am proud of the man you have become. I missed talking to you and being with you, cuddling together and chatting about anything on your mind. I want to know everything that’s been going on in your life.
I love you and that cute butt of yours haha, you definitely got it from your mother. I think about how it would stretch open on me sometimes…and well, actually all the time and those beautiful sounds you would make if I got my hands on you. You’re so fucking handsome to me and I’m sorry I haven’t made that clearer.
I’m getting hard writing this, I love you baby, you don’t know what you mean to me, you’re all I need to cum honestly and that scares me. I’m nervous writing this but fuck I can’t stop moving my hand. Just imagining those lips wrapped around me, goddamn fuck i love you i love you so much i could drain my balls in you and i’d want you to love it, i’ve been told i cum too much so we can use condoms, but i’d love to eat it out of you if you’d let me. i imagine you would struggle because i’m a big guy, but i would let you get used to it. i’d love to just be inside you. i don’t know if i could be patient though haha you’re so cute fuck.
♥ Happy Valentine's Day! ♥
i have so much backed up, less than i wanted while writing this and realizing how crazy you make me, god i’ve already came under the table its all wet and my hands are sticky i need to wash up after. you’re gonna read this and open it and know what a gross dad i am but i want you to know nothing has to change. god i want it to, but i love you and i want you to love me and be comfortable around me but this is already so much that i’m getting hard again and sad and my heart’s beating wondering what you’ll say or if you’ll leave.
Are you going to lick my cum off your fingers when you’re done reading this? Will you throw this card away and never talk to me? Are you wondering what I would do to you if you say no? Daddy wants you so bad but I would never force you. Never. Even If I love to imagine taking advantage and holding you close to me, I care about you so much I would wait for you as long as it takes. I want you so bad that I would take care of you if you ever get aroused and need it, no questions asked. I’ll make you cum and make it all go away, but it doesn’t have to mean anything.
I will always love you. You don’t need to say anything back if you aren’t comfortable, son. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.”
- From Dad
The pen ink is smudged, and his words are barely legible through the haze of cum stains and his pressed palm in an attempt to write without holding down the paper using his other hand.
You stare for a while, not just at the words, but the card, its meaning and how this changes things for the both of you.
If you'd happen to look up when you're finished, the expression on your face would be answer enough for your dad.
His hands unclasp and squeeze the table when he rises to slowly walk over and put an arm around your shoulder. He lowers himself to your level, and speaks gently, tone warm and fatherly like it should be. "That was a lot. Wasn't it?"
Your head bobs softly, and you realize you're nodding.
"Yeah...was a lot for me too. You're a real ballbuster when you wanna be. Had me worried."
You hear the smile in his voice and he pulls you in just a tad closer to his bulk.
"Normally I'd say sorry for just...springing this on ya, but...well, once I saw you staring like that, I got the impression you appreciated my thoughts."
"Now...how about you say thank you to daddy for the card?"
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