Its My Birthday today so I decided to post this one :) If your Birthday is today Also (JUNE 5TH ) Than comment below because I've only known one person to have my birthday
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Luke: You work on your birthday. After a long day, you head home and step in the front door to see your boyfriend Luke, wrapped in wrapping paper around this whole body and a bow stuck to his head. He’s surrounded by his three best mates, Calum, Michael, and Ashton. They’ve got tape and bows stuck all over each other. “They all quickly stand up and yell “happy birthday!” when they see you in the doorway. “We thought we’d wrap your present while you were at work,” Michael laughs. Luke smiles as if he’s real pleased with himself. “So you didn’t spend any money on me?” You fake pout. “Well he does another another surprise for you right here,” Michael says, slapping a bow onto his groin, which makes Luke groan out in surprise and pain. “And when do I get to unwrap that?” You say more to Luke, strutting towards him. He blushes and does that cute shy smile. “Are you naked under there?” You whisper to him Luke. “Naked as can be,” Calum smiles and the rest of the guys laugh. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes intensely. “Okay guys,” you announce to his band mates. “You can go home now. We’ll go out to dinner at 7 if you wanna come back then and join us, but I’d like to left alone to inspect my gifts.” You give Luke a suggestive grin and he returns it. “Good lord,” Ashton sighs as the three guys shuffle out the front door and you pull Luke back into your bedroom for some birthday fun.
Calum: You’re coming home from a long day of classes to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend of 2 and a half years. Oh, and it’s your birthday. “Babe?” You call, slamming the door behind you and tossing your book bag on the couch. “In here,” he calls back, which isn’t necessarily helpful, but you can tell his voice is coming from the kitchen. You can hear the banging of mixing bowls and cupboards. “You aren’t making a mess in there, are you?” You shout, flopping face-down onto the couch. “Why don’t you come in here and see?” Calls Calum’s voice again. You sigh and trudge into the kitchen. The second thing you notice is cake batter everywhere. The first thing is Calum is facing away from you, your frilly cherry-patterned apron tied around his waist, his bum in plain view. He turns around and smiles at you cheekily. “Oh, hello (Y/N). Just trying to make you a birthday cake. It’s, uh, a little harder than it looks,” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, which streaks some batter into his hair. You pick up the box that’s sitting on the counter. “It’s box mix, for fuck’s sake!” You giggle, rolling your eyes at what a messy boy you have. “Am I gonna have to wash that apron?” You grin. “Depends. Do you want me to wear this while we’re having sex or take it off first?” He grins back. You strut closer, and play with the frills on the apron. He leans in to close the space between your lips and the softness and gentleness of his kiss drives you crazy as usual. His tongue is intertwining with yours as his hands pull at the buttons on your blouse. You feel him through the thin fabric. Calum suddenly lets out a throaty moan and pulls away from you abruptly. “Let’s continue this elsewhere. I promised not to ruin this,” you smirks. You kiss him one last time. “Happy birthday, (Y/N). You’re my angel,” he whispers when you part, and takes your hand, leading you to the bedroom.
Michael: You’re at your birthday party that your boyfriend and best friend orchestrated. You open your gifts, and they’re all fine and well, but you realize you haven’t gotten one from Michael. This is the first time celebrating a birthday with Michael. You’ve been together for a little over a year, but you’d both decided not to do anything for the first ones since you weren’t serious yet. But you consider yours and Michael’s relationship serious enough. A few hours later, your friends leave and you’re left picking up streamers and chips crushed into your carpet. You don’t know where Michael’s gone, possibly to sleep. He really has never been a romantic, so you’re not surprised. You’re slightly miffed that he’s not making a big deal about it, but when you hear Mike’s footsteps on the stairs, you decide not to bring it up. You’d rather not start anything on your birthday. “Hey, (Y/N), I think one of your friends have left their jacket on the bed in our room. Could you come and check who’s it is?” “Why don’t you just bring it down to me?” “Because I’m lazy and it’s upstairs. Just come up the stairs, Jesus.” That pissy mood is quickly returning. You reluctantly follow Michael up the stairs and into your room. You walk over to the bed and when you look, there’s no coat there. “What’s this?” Instead, there’s a picture collage. The frame is in the shape of the word “love” and it’s filled with hundreds of pictures of the two of you together. Photos of you making silly duck faces, ones of you from your vacation with his family in Australia. He even put the picture of him recording naked that had gone viral on the Internet a while ago. He was embarrassed of it, but you had a secret stash of about 10 copies hidden everywhere. “If you don’t feel like this about me, please me know now. I would hate to tell you I love you and not have you on the same page,” Michael says. You simply gawk at him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Michael? I loved you the minute you said we shouldn’t get serious about each other.” You bite your lip and Michael heaves a great sigh of relief. “Me too,” he smiles. “I do really love it,” you smile admiring the pictures. “I love you,” he says and you can’t help but get lose yourself in his beautiful green eyes. “I love you too. Let’s move this off the bed so we don’t break it while I show you how much I love you,” you smirk and he mouths “thank god” before flopping on his back onto the bed.
Ashton: It’s your birthday and your fiance Ashton has ordered you to get in the car. He’s now driving the two of you to God knows where. “Just tell me where we’re going!” You plead. You hate secrets, especially when you don’t know them. “I’m not telling you! Now calm down and be a good girl!” He laughs, taking a hand off the wheel to pat your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.” He says it, but you don’t believe it as you sit and pout in the front seat. Ash simply laughs and turns the radio up. A songs come on and he begins to sing along. You immediately forget your frustration as Ashton’s voice mesmerizes you. You attempt to keep up your moody manner, but he’s noticed. You’re at a red light. You notice Ashton studying you in your peripheral vision. It’s when he starts to play with his curly, fluffy hair that you know he’s teasing you. “Two can play at that game,” you say and Ash feigns confusion. You notice that the road that’s under construction is coming up ahead, and an idea hatches in your head. You quickly pull your shirt off over your head so you’re left in your bra. Ashton is showing real confusion, but realizes once you’ve hit the torn up, bumpy road what you’re playing at. Your breasts bounce and jiggle violently as you drive through the construction. You’re silently thanking yourself for wearing your best push-up bra. Your boobs continue to shake in your bra, and Ashton’s eyes are no longer on the road. “That’s low (Y/N),” Ashton groans. “Then tell me where we’re going,” You demand. “I don’t have to,” he says as he pulls the car into a parking lot. “You’ve brought me all this way just to get flowers?” You ask as you pull up in front of a small flower store. “Next to it,” Ashton points. Nestled between the flower shop and an old post office is a bridal store. “Dresses?” You ask, not bothering to hide your excitement. “I thought it’d be something nice to do together and we could get it out of the way,” Ash shrugs. You grin. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into. I hope you haven’t made any plans for the rest of the day.” Ashton fake gulps and you imagine he’s picturing himself suffocating beneath a massive tidal wave of chiffon and white lace. “I love doing this with you. Plus I get to see you naked all day,” Ash smirks. You roll your eyes, “Oh, so that’s why you wanted to help!” You giggle and Ashton joins in with his glorious laugh. As you enter the store with your fiance’s arm around your shoulder, you can’t help but think how lucky you are to be able to have him for the rest of your life. Ash must be thinking the same thing, because he leans down, his lips to your ear, “I can’t wait until you’re all mine,” and kisses your cheek sweetly. “Happy birthday, (Y/N).”
