Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Birthday Cake

Prompt: Its Lauren's birthday and you give her a present she'll never forget.

A/N: Happy early 20th birthday 🎂💖 Queen Green Eyes👑💚! I'm sorry for the early upload, but I won't be able to publish the imagine on her actually birthday in two days. Anyways, enjoy!!!!!

×× JUNE 27, 2016: Y/L/N-JAUREGUI RESIDENCE — 9:07 a.m. MIAMI, FLORIDA - LAUREN'S BIRTHDAY ××

“Wake up, wake UP birthday girl." I slowly lifted my hooded eyes, revealing a pair of oceanic blue eyes boring straight into mine. She'd been up for a few hours due to the lack of sleep lines and drool on the corner of her mouth that usually made an appearance a few times when she first woke.

What a GREAT way to wake up on my birthday.

“Oh that's right, I'm twenty years old today. Do you see a grey hair anywhere?"

The fair skinned beauty I was blessed to call my FIANCE laughed a whole hearted laugh, bringing a smile upon my face - not that seeing her didn't brighten my mood up by a THOUSAND percent anyways. 

“Not YET grandma," I playfully rolled my eyes, leaning down to where she knelt near me to place a chaste kiss on her full lips since I had yet to brush my teeth. “I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday before everyone arrived for your birthday brunch."

My eyes perked up at the suggestive tone in her voice, a sly look spread across her gorgeous face.

What does she have planned?

“WELL," she climbed on the bed, one leg straddling my thigh. Her pointer finger rested on the small dimple in her left cheek before pulling away as if she'd magically come with an answer to my thought - out - loud question. “I was THINKING you might want a little wake up call before everyone arrived."

YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

“I MIGHT," I tried playing off my excitement with a feigned nonchalance. “Depending on how GOOD the wake up call is of course."

“Underestimating my skills already? It's not even ten o'clock yet baby." Y/N joked, gripping the hem of my oversized black Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt I'd stolen from her in the first year of our relationship.

“Prove me wrong then." I challenged, knowing the conquest of always being right sparked some sort of insidious match in her like a burning flame to a can of gasoline.

Her smile went from amused to titillated within a blink of an eye, and before I could process anything she had me pinned to the bed, the oversized shirt discarded somewhere across the room.

“It would be MY pleasure, birthday girl."

My eyes fluttered closed as her soft, moist lips pressed to my neck, eliciting a soft sigh of approval from me.

“I SEEM to be doing a pretty gods job already."

I rolled my eyes, meeting devilish shades of blue as they locked with one another.