Hello there!
Valentine’s Day is here! I got some ideas for our favorite couple, Z and T, on Valentine’s Day too. I just hope that you’ll happy with what I provide.
As usual, this won’t be a perfect work, which means there might be some grammatical errors or mistakes. So, don’t take this way too seriously, okay?
Also, there’s smut. So, enjoy to the fullest. Hehe.
Enjoy,
nongzeph_
You know what’s funny?
Since T and I dated and married, we never spent Valentine together.
It’s already been four years since I married T.
In total, we’ve dated each other for eight years.
None of the years have spent on Valentine’s Day.
I mean, back then, we were busy with school, and now, busy with work.
You know what? This year’s Valentine is on Saturday.
I’m going to make this experience so valuable he would use his vacation days to be with me.
Well, I know we work in the same company, but can we really let our coworker see our relationship?
Date in office? Hell no.
Whatever, let’s get the day started.
February 7, 2032.
One week before the actual date.
I woke up early.
I meant 9 a.m.
I looked at my left.
There he was—sleeping like a log, hugging a body pillow tight as if he was having a nightmare.
I quickly and carefully got out of the bed, hoping not to wake him up.
Both my feet touched the ground.
Silent.
Alright, time to step out and go to my computer.
I tiptoed out of the room and headed straight to my desktop.
I quickly searched “best place to hang my bf”
Some results popped up.
I clicked into one of the results and read the entire blog page.
Apparently, they said going to the movie, walking in the park, or even… booking a hotel.
Well, hotel sounds nice.
I should do it.
I quickly typed Anastasia Hotel’s website into the address bar.
T and I love this place so much as it was also the place we got married.
Well, it’s also the best place to stay too since… it’s a five-star hotel.
I quickly keyed in the information as fast as I could, hoping to secure a room.
Click click click.
Paid.
I finished booking everything within seven minutes.
Two-night, executive suite, city-view, highest floor. The best of the best.
I let out a soft sigh, closing the tab in case T already woke up.
I turned the chair around, facing the bedroom door.
Nope, he’s not awake yet.
I walked to the kitchen and poured myself some cereal.
Froot Loops is the best, guys. I’m not advertising, just speaking fact everyone should agree.
As I finished pouring the milk, T wrapped his arm around me from the back.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice raspy since he just woke up.
“Morning, babe,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“Cereal?” he asked, grabbing the bowl.
I slapped his hand, teasing him.
“That’s mine,” I said with a smug.
“Pretty, please?” he begged, using his signature puppy eyes.
“Fine,” I groaned, pushing the bowl to him anyway.
I made myself another bowl of cereal after someone stole my cereal.
T sat down next to me, eating his cereal with joy.
“Work is so stress nowadays,” he sighed. “I’m just… tired.”
“Me too,” I said. “Let’s recharge each other’s energy.”
“True,” he said, pulling me close from behind again.
“Wanna go sit on the couch?” I asked.
He nodded and made his way to the couch.
I followed him and sat next to each other again. But this time, it’s more comfortable than the seat.
“Is there anything you want to rant?” he asked, eating the cereal again.
“Life’s good,” I said. “What about yours? We didn’t marry each other just to flex, right?”
“Well, my life is also good, actually,” he said, smiling softly. “It’s just that there’s a lot of work going on—had to order load of medicine, inventory, new training, hiring, and so on.”
“Must be tough,” I sighed, leaning on his shoulder.
“We already finished dealing with the supplier yesterday,” he added. “Lots of things are going to be good from now on, too.”
“Glad that it’s getting better now,” I said, playing with his ear.
“I love you so much,” he teased, pinching my cheek playfully.
I stood up and put our bowls in the sink.
I came back and cuddled with him on the couch for hours until we decided to go back to sleep.
Yes, we didn’t eat any other food except the cereal we had.
Each day had passed, my excitement grew rapidly.
February 13, 2032.
One day before our important date.
I turned to him, trying to break the news.
But all I see was him, furiously typing on the keyboard, writing an email to his department.
Oh well, I don’t want to interrupt his concentration.
So, I decided to send him an email instead.
From: Zanichaya Sakda-apisarnkul <[email protected]>
To: Tharathorn Rattanakul <[email protected]>
Subject: Something Important.
Sensitivity: [NHSE] Internal
Babe,
Let’s go on a date tomorrow. I’ll drive.
You better clear your schedule before I chop your head off.
Regards,
Your husband.He turned and leaned into me.
“Why are you emailing me, babe?” he whispered in my ear. “We sit next to each other anyway.”
“You look so concentrated composing that email,” I said.
“Come on,” he let out a soft laugh. “You can just say it. I can multitask, you know?”
“Still,” I said.
“Looking forward to the date, cutie,” he said, kissing my cheek softly before going back typing out the email.
I let out a soft laugh before working on my task.
Hours later, it’s time for us to go back.
“Tomorrow’s Valentine,” Yejun said as we tapped out of the building.
“Do you plan to go anywhere with Zeph?” T asked, only to get a loud and hard slap from Zeph himself.
“Don’t hit my husband, you fucker,” I scowled, pinching Zeph’s ear with full force.
“Whatever,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.
“We’re planning to go to the amusement park,” Yejun said.
“Don’t reveal our plans, please?” Zeph pleaded.
“Z’s taking me out to somewhere tomorrow,” T said. “I’m looking forward to it.”
We reached the parking lot and got into our own car.
“Home sweet home,” T said with a happy voice, driving out of the parking building.
I turned on the radio and vibed with songs the station chose for us to listen.
Around five minutes later, we reached our apartment.
I mean, the hospital is close to where we live.
We got to our room and lied down on the couch like dead bodies.
“So fucking tired,” I groaned out loud.
“Come on,” T said happily. “Look forward to tomorrow!”
I nodded.
My stomach rumbled few minutes later.
“Barbecue?” he asked. “I have a feeling we should eat barbecue.”
“Agreed,” I said, sitting up.
“You want Korean or kebab?” he asked, scrolling on his phone.
“Anything,” I said, wrapping my arms around the cushion possessively.
“I’ll order kebab then,” he said, tapping his phone constantly.
We waited for the food to arrive.
Half an hour later, our kebab arrived.
We ate in peace, eyes focusing on our phone.
Once we’re done with eating, we just throw everything to trash and continue living like usual.
“Good night,” he said, turning off the light.
“I love you,” I said, cuddling him.
“I’m so excited for tomorrow’s date,” he said, wrapping his arms around me in return.
“Let’s just sleep,” I said, burying my face into his chest.
February 14, 2032.
The day is finally here.
I woke up before T like last week.
I gently lifted his arm and got out of the bed as soon as I could.
I then rushed into the bathroom, washing and dressing up to perfect my look for today’s activity.
It didn’t take me long—just fifteen minutes.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I ran straight to my empty suitcase and packed our essentials.
Luckily, it didn’t take long since it’s only two days, and our apartment is only few kilometers away.
Few minutes later, T finally got out of the room.
“Morning,” he said, running straight to me and hugging me tight. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s to you, too,” I said, returning the favor.
“What are you planning for today, babe?” he asked. “Anything fun?”
“It’ll be very fun,” I said with a smug. “Trust me, it will be one of the best experiences in your life.”
“I’m trusting you, babe,” he replied.
“You should go shower first,” I said.
“Alright,” he said, heading to the bathroom.
I sat on the couch, waiting for him to finish.
“Right,” I muttered under my breath, realizing I needed to grab a bottle of lube and packs of condoms.
We aren’t sleeping tonight.
I ran into our bedroom, heading toward the nightstand.
Luckily, both condoms and lube were already on it.
Sweet.
I snatched both of them and ran out of the room quietly.
I stuffed the goods into my backpack and waited like nothing happen.
Six minutes later, T came out of the bathroom, towels still wrapping around his waist.
“Give me few minutes,” he said, walking to the closet to dress up.
I waited a while before he came out, looking good in his casual clothes.
Man, it’s been ages for me to see him wearing T-shirt.
“Ready?” he asked, sitting next to me while wearing his socks.
“Always ready,” I said, putting my phone into my bag.
I stood up and walked to the door, getting ready to leave the apartment.
“Let’s go,” I said, grabbing my Lexus’ key.
“You’re driving?” he asked.
I gave him a blank stare.
“I told you in the email yesterday,” I said.
“I’m joking,” he said with a forced laugh.
I know he’s sweating internally.
I know.
But how can I be mad at my husband now, right?
Let’s not take our emotions to account so we won’t ruin our day.
“It’s been a long time since I sat in your car,” T said, entering the car.
“It’s been a long time since I drive this car, too,” I said.
“Let’s go,” he said excitedly, fastening his seat belt.
We drove to the mall first.
I parked my Lexus at the privilege parking lot since we both hold a wealth credit card.
“Let’s go shopping,” I said, turning off the engine.
“Alright then,” he nodded, unfastening his seat belt. “You’re the boss.”
The coldness of the mall’s aircon hit our skin as we stepped into the place.
“Where do we go next?” he asked.
“Wanna go eat NFC?” I suggested.
“Eating NFC on a date?” he teased.
“You’re the one who married me,” I shot back, smirking. “You don’t have any rights to make any decision. You signed up for this.”
“Fine,” he pouted like a kid and walked toward NFC alone.
How cute?
I trailed behind and followed him to NFC with complete silence.
“Let’s go in,” I said, wrapping my hand around his waist.
We went in and ordered our favorite Chicken Sandwich combo.
Inflation hits hard.
Two meals cost us $20 now.
How expensive.
Five minutes later, we got our food.
“Food is expensive nowadays,” he sighed, taking a bite into the sandwich.
“Don’t care about it, darling,” I said. “Just eat and have fun. I have enough money to spent anyway.”
“Fine,” he sighed with a smug. “You’re so cute.”
“You’re cuter,” I shot back, poking his cheek playfully.
“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes and continued eating his sandwich.
We finished a meal a while later, feeling very full.
“Where do you wanna go next?” he asked after throwing away the trash.
“Let’s go shopping,” I said, dragging him toward the specialty store section.
We walked around, choosing which store would be the one to drain my money.
“Do you want a new set of clothes?” he asked.
“Not really, though,” I said. “Our house is already filled with clothes we didn’t wear.”
“True,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t buy a new one.”
“Whatever you say,” I said, rolling my eyes.
We walked into Kenzo.
We browsed some clothes in the store before deciding to try some.
Who said we don’t need a new set of clothes?
We ended up spending almost $2,000 in one go.
Yeah.
My money, though. So, it’s fine.
“Babe,” he said as we walked out of the store. “You don’t need to spend this much with your money.”
“I don’t mind spending it, though,” I said, pushing my card back into my cardholder. “I mean, it’s Valentine. Let me buy something for you, at least.”
“Aww,” he hummed, his octave jumped. “Thank you so much, baby.”
“You’re welcome,” I hummed back, kissing his earlobe in public. Well, it’s not like anyone would see us right now.
“Where should we go next?” he asked.
“Wanna go watch a movie?” I suggested. “I think there are some really cool movies out there.”
“Yeah, let’s check it out,” he said happily, gently holding my hand and started walking to the theater.
We walked past a lot of shops—some of them we’ve never heard of it before.
Seven minutes later, we finally reached the theater.
“Let’s see if there’s some banger for us to watch,” he said, humming as he browsed through the poster in the self-ticketing machine.
This one… not interested.
That one… looks boring.
Another one… action movie. No.
That one… ugly lead characters.
This one…
“I guess there’s no banger for us to watch then,” he sighed. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go do something else.”
“Another round of shopping?” he asked.
“If you want to,” I said. “I have enough money to burnt anyway.”
“Sure,” he smirked and sprinted to the specialty store again.
Man, I can’t catch up with him.
After running behind him for the second time, we ended up at BYREDO’s boutique.
“What do you want to buy, though?” I asked, walking around the store while sniffing some scents.
“Well, our perfumes are running out,” he said. “So, why not just buy one, right?”
I nodded.
We ended up spending more than $2,000 in total.
I mean, we ended up buying a whole set of Blanche and Rose of No Man’s Land.
Yeah, it’s that expensive. But trust me, it’s really good.
“Are you tired today?” he asked as we left while carrying the bag for me.
“Not really,” I said, grabbing the car key from my pocket.
“Nice,” he said.
“What about you?” I asked back, looking at him. “Are you tired?”
“A bit,” he sighed. “But as long as my male wife is happy, I can do anything for him.”
“Let’s go and have some rest then,” I said as I started marching toward the exit.
We put our things in our back seat since there were too many paper bags.
Yeah, all of them couldn’t fit the trunk. I hope that’s enough for me to describe how many things we’ve bought.
It’s either my Lexus LS is too small for both of our shopping haul, or we just shopped too much.
But anyway, we entered the car and let out a loud sigh.
“We’re going to have a long bill in the upcoming two weeks,” I let out a chuckle, lightly massaging my temple while resting my forehead on the steering wheel.
“It’s going to be a big amount, too,” he added, letting out a maniac laugh.
Our eyes met.
We laughed.
“You know what?” I said. “Just enjoy today first. We can think about it later.”
“True,” he nodded. “Let’s have some fun.”
I drove out of the parking lot and headed straight to Anastasia Hotel.
“Looks like we’re going to sleep here, huh?” he said as I pulled into the lot in one move.
“Yeah,” I said. “I just want to come back and visit our wedding site.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Four years gone like a flash.”
“I still love you as always,” I teased, planting a light kiss on his neck.
“You sneaky little rascal,” he teased back, gently nibbling my jaw line.
“Let’s just go check in,” I said, softly pushing him away.
We walked into the hotel together, holding hands.
It took us a while for the process to be cleared.
“It’s been so long since we’re here,” I said, still glancing around the place despite being the one who booked the room here.
“Same,” he said, tapping my hand on the counter. “I kinda miss this place.”
“You’re saying it as if I don’t miss this place,” I teased.
“Come on,” he let out a soft laugh. “You know I am joking, right?”
“Of course,” I replied, smiling at him. “I always know which one is a joke and which one is not.”
I lied. I didn’t know.
We paid $1,900 for the room. Yes.
We got into the elevator and headed to our room without any conversation.
“Finally,” he sighed, closing the door.
As soon as the door clicked, I jumped into him from the back.
“Baby,” I whined, wrapping my arms around him.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice soft.
“You down?” I asked, letting my hand making its way to his crotch on his pants.
He let out a soft gasp, followed by a smirk.
“My baby wants it that bad, huh?” he asked, turning to face me.
I nodded.
He lifted my whole body and threw me into the bed.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been holding my urge, baby,” he groaned, pulling my clothes in one go. “I just want to ram my cock into you every single fucking night.”
“Do I look that sexy when I’m sleeping?” I teased, cupping his face with a smirk attached on my face.
“Yeah,” he groaned, burying his nose into my collarbone. “You always turn me on every single fucking time you closed your eyes, baby. That twink body of yours and that waist. Fuck, it turned me on more than a normal gay porn I’ve watched when I was young.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, slowly nibbling his collarbone. “I’ve never expected to hear such lewd words from you, T.”
“Me neither,” he said, slowly licking my neck with his warm tongue.
“Fuck,” I moaned softly.
“You like it?” he asked, his warm breath gently hit the sensitive spot.
“Who wouldn’t?” I shot back, slowly pulling his clothes out.
T got on his knees and took off his T-shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers.
“Take it off,” I whined.
“Take what off, my dear?” he teased, nibbling my earlobe.
“You know what I’m talking about,” I grunted.
“Use words, baby,” he replied with a smirk. “If you don’t communicate, no one will ever know what you want.”
“Take your boxers off, please,” I begged.
He shifted his body, his hips nearer to my face.
“Come on,” he said, lifting my chin. “Pull it down yourself, honey.”
I could already see his big bulge from this.
I slowly inserted my fingers into the boxers and pulled them down.
His cock sprang free as soon as it dropped to his knee level.
Thick.
Long.
Meaty.
Fulfilling.
“Like what you see?” he asked, gently stroking it in front of me. “I’ve been so fucking hard for you for a long time, baby.”
I nodded and licked my lips.
“Then take this cock like a good boy you are,” he said, grabbing the back of my head and smearing my lips with his already-dripping precum.
I slowly opened my mouth and took him in.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hair tight. “Your mouth is so fucking wet and warm.”
He then slowly thrusted his hips, fucking my mouth as if I was his toy.
His tip punched the back of my throat.
“Fuck, think you can go deeper?” he groaned, pushing his cock into my mouth even deeper.
“Mmph~!” I moaned.
“Cute moan,” he said, grabbing my face and started fucking my mouth harder.
His cock went deeper, forcing me to choke on it.
“Fuck, seeing you gag on my cock is so fucking hot,” he groaned.
Tears formed around my eyes.
“Look at that,” he growled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. “I didn’t know you like my cock that much, darling.”
He pulled his cock out, leaving some saliva on it.
“M—More, please?” I begged, pulling his waist closer.
“Good boy,” he patted my head, grabbing his shaft and gently poking my lips with his tip again.
“Wait,” I said, gently pushing him away.
“Why?” he asked, grabbing my face and turning it to face him.
“I just… want you to sit on the edge of the bed,” I said.
He moved himself to the corner of the place instead.
“Now what?” he asked. “Don’t leave me hanging, dear.”
I jumped out of bed and got on my knee between his legs.
I grabbed his rock-hard cock and slowly took it in like a pro.
“Good fucking boy,” he grunted, gripping my hair like vice. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
I slowly gave my cock some strokes.
“Fuck, seeing you stroke your little cock while sucking mine turned me on so fucking much,” he groaned, rubbing my chin while pulling my face in and out roughly. “Keep doing it, baby. Daddy will reward you when daddy is satisfied.”
The wet sound filled the room each time he thrusted.
His pace was getting faster and faster.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, shoving his dick all the way into my throat and shooting his thick load down.
I tapped his arm as I was about to pass out.
He quickly pulled out his cock after my touch.
“Baby, you okay?” he asked, tapping my shoulder. “I didn’t make you gone through tough times, did I?”
“I’m good,” I said, my voice hoarse.
I got back onto the bed again, lying down to get some rest.
“Baby,” he said with a sweet voice, shifting closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Wanna rest?”
“We can keep going,” I said, my voice lacked energy.
“It’s fine,” he said. “Get some rest first, baby. We can have fun later.”
“Alright,” I said, turning to cuddle him and passed out.
Three hours later, I finally woke up.
It felt like there was something inside my ass.
It was warm, thick, and big.
“Finally wake up?” he asked, gently thrusting his hips. “Sorry, my cock was cold. Had to use you as my cock sleeve.”
“How could you?” I shot back.
“You don’t get to talk, honey,” he said, pulling his cock halfway and thrusting into me again.
“Aah~!” I moaned as his tip touched my prostate.
T lifted my body and forced me to be in a dog position.
“Good puppy,” he groaned, slowly increasing his fucking pace. “You look so fucking cute right now.”
“Fuck~!” I whimpered, feeling too good to say anything.
He then gave my ass a spank.
“Fuck, look at that jiggly ass,” he groaned, grabbing my ass. “I didn’t know my husband is so fucking sexy until today.”
“I have always been~!” I screamed back.
“How dare you raising your voice at your master?” he growled, spanking my ass even more.
“S—Sorry!” I yelped as he thrusted into me harder.
“I didn’t know Valentine’s Day could be this good,” he said, pulling my hair back.
“Use me, daddy,” I barked, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me until you’re satisfied.”
To be fair, it’s our first sex after four months since we were so busy during the end of last year, we didn’t have time for any soft and sweet romance.
He increased his pace even more, fucking me like a machine on the max speed.
The sound of skin clapping got even louder.
“Fuck, I need more lube,” T said, pulling his cock out in an instant, leaving my hole gape wide.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed it straight into my ass. The freezing cold gel sent shivers all over my body.
“Hmph~!” I moaned as he put his cock back in.
“Baby,” he groaned in my ear. “I’m sorry if I’m being too rough with you today, okay?”
“Don’t be sorry, T,” I said. “I enjoy the sex as well. So, just fuck me hard and deep. After all, it’s just the way for us to clear our stress, right?”
His cock got even thicker.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That shit turned me on so fucking much, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to ruin that fucking hole.”
“What’s stopping you, daddy?” I teased, playfully booping his nose.
He grabbed me by my waist and started pounding me again.
“Aah~!” I moaned loudly. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good!”
“Yeah?” he grunted, fucking me faster.
“Yes~!” I let out a loud moan. “Harder, T!”
“God,” he roared. “Keep screaming my name, baby. Daddy will give you what you want.”
“I don’t regret marrying you at all, T!” I yelled.
“That’s right,” he let out a chuckle. “You’re going to stuck with me, no matter what. I won’t let you go anywhere.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, my breath hitched.
“Let’s cum together, shall we?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on my tip, sending shockwaves all over my nerves.
“Aah~!” I gasped, my body jerked as I shot a hot load of cum into the air.
“So fucking pretty,” he said. “Seeing you painted yourself with your own cum. Fuck, this is the best.”
“I’m tired,” I panted, resting my arm on my eyes.
He moved to lie down next to me.
“It’s okay, Z,” he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead.
“What about you?” I asked. “It’s not fair for me to be the one to cum, right?”
“I don’t mind,” he said. “I can get it off later.”
I tapped my lips.
“You want a kiss?” he asked.
“Fuck my throat,” I said. “Let me have a taste of your cum.”
His dick got hard in a second.
“Such a horny husband,” I teased.
“Can’t be helped,” he shrugged. “Having such cute husband always make me horny.”
He shifted his body to be closer to me, his thick cock was right in front of me.
“Take it in,” he said, gently poking my lips again.
I slowly took in his cock, looking at him directly in the eyes.
“You look so fucking sexy sucking my dick while staring at me like that,” he groaned, cupping my cheek.
The slurping sound once echoed the room again.
“Baby,” he groaned, slowly fucking my mouth. “I’m sorry. I had to do it so I can be quick.”
His hips increased the pace even faster.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I’m going to cum~!”
He thrusted his hips one last time and shot his load of cum down my throat.
He pulled his cock out, the saliva coated around it.
He moved back to where I was again.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Yeah…” I nodded lifelessly.
The room went quiet for a while.
“Happy Valentine,” I said, giving him a smile. “I love you the most.”
“Happy Valentine to you, too,” he said, kissing my cheek softly before pulling me into a tight hug. “I will love you until death do us part.”
The End.
Ending Note
It’s finally the end! It’s so tiring. I’m so sorry I can’t write it and publish it on the day itself. LOL. Oh well, now it’s out. So, I just hope you enjoy reading this as much as I’m writing.
Also, this thing took me three weeks to write. Sorry for procrastinating, guys. Uwah.
XOXO,
Christina Yoon (nongzeph_)
[email protected]
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