"I'm home!" Y/N leans down to pet Flipper as the little black dog rushed into the room to greet her. It's been a long day at work; the shop had been packed with people looking for last minute gifts for their sweethearts. Y/N had never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day, and working in retail made it that much worse.
Y/N frowns at the silence of the apartment. Was Elliot not home? She didn't remember him saying anything about going out today. Curious, she wanders deeper into the room in an attempt to locate her boyfriend. A flash of red catches her eye in the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, Y/N finds a vase filled with roses on the counter. There's a note tucked in with the flowers.
Meet me in the bedroom.
Y/N smiles, heading to the bedroom she shared with Elliot. The door is closed, but there's a faint glow coming from under it. She opens the door.
"Happy Valentine's Day."
Elliot is standing in the center of the room, which is bathed in the warm glow of dozens of candles. He's wearing a button up shirt and slacks, and his face is red with embarrassment. Y/N smiles, drifting closer to him and resting her hands on his chest.
"Did you do all this for me?" she questions softly. Elliot nods, his face going impossibly redder.
"I don't usually care about Valentine's Day," he explains, "but you make me want to celebrate it." Y/N's heart melts, and she pulls Elliot down for a kiss. His hands go immediately to her ass, squeezing gently. The action sends warmth straight to Y/N's core. She pulls away with a gasp and reaches for his belt.
"Fuck me, El," she moans."Please." Elliot lets out a quiet groan and lifts her off her feet. He gently tosses her onto the bed, following her down and making quick work of their clothes. When the last shred of fabric is removed, he settles between her legs and kisses his way down her thighs. Y/N whimpers as his hands push her legs apart, leaving her completely exposed to him.
The first touch of his tounge to her clit is like electricity. Y/N arches her back, and her hands tangle in his hair. Elliot sets a brutal pace that has her crying out loudly.
"Elliot... El... Fuck, please."
It doesn't take very long before Y/N feels that little ball of nerves within her snap. She arches off the bed with a scream, body pulsing with pleasure. Elliot barely gives her a moments rest before he's sliding inside her. His cock is hard and hot, and it stretches her in the best way.
"Won't last long," he mummers against her lips. Y/N shakes her head, telling him she isn't going to either. Her legs wrap around him, and she clings to him as he fucks her towards her second orgasam. They both cum moments later, and Elliot collapses beside her.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Elliot."
