Summary: He didn’t get you flowers this year. He left you a voice note instead. One that starts with a house party, a frog in a barbecue, and a kiss that almost didn’t happen and ends with his mouth between your thighs, his cock deep inside you, and his arms around you while you fall asleep naked and full.

This is love told in his words: the fights and the food and the sweatpants, the teasing and the tenderness, the moments when he didn’t know how to say he loved you, so he showed you with his hands and his mouth instead. He remembers everything, the first blow job you gave him after a hellish day, the way you sound when you come, the cake you never share evenly and tonight, he just wants you in his lap, on his cock, wrapped around him like you always are.

A Valentine’s Voice Note - Fucked, Fed, and Loved.mp3