5MOCO Imagines

Birthday Sex (part 1)

It was my 22nd birthday, not very exciting. I wasn't ready to be another year older. All I wanted was to snuggle in bed with my boyfriend Jack, no parties, just us and an extra large pizza with cheese stuffed crust. That sounded perfect. I desperately hoped no one would bother me today, I just wasn't up for celebrating or pretending to be happy. 

I crawled out of bed throwing on shorts and Jacks flannel, no sense in getting dolled up just to stay home. I wandered downstairs, pouring myself a cup of coffee and grabbed my phone off the charger, calling Jack. 

"Hey baby, where are you?" 

"On my way home, G and I went to the gym." 

"Alright, see you soon then" 

"See ya babe" 

We hung up the phone and I sighed. Had Jack forgotten my birthday? I decided to shrug it off, it wasn't that big of a deal anyway. I logged into my twitter and posted "Just wanna cuddle and eat pizza all day" Putting my phone down, I finished my coffee and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back upstairs. I turned on a movie and ate my chips, continuously checking my phone. It'd been nearly an hour since I called Jack, where could he be? I had 35 unread texts, so I decided to go through them. 

From Big G: "Hey baby G, Happy Birthday! Hope its great, I'm swinging by later to drop off your gift" 

From Fuckboy Wilk: "Happy G-day babe, I'll stop by when I get back from Omaha" 

From Skathaniel: "Happy G-day you beautiful bitch! We are going out to lunch so your ass better be dressed and ready to go by noon or I'll stab you in the eye. Okay love you" I laughed and texted him back "Do I have tooooo? I just wanna cuddle all day" He was quick to reply "Clothes. Now. Don't make me come over there and dress you myself." I laughed and sent him back a smiley face before checking all the other texts, from various friends and family, wishing me a happy birthday. 

I got up and decided to pick out an outfit. A crop top that said Bonjour Bitches and some ripped skinny jeans. Good enough. I wandered to the bathroom, turning the shower on. 

-15 minutes later- 

I climbed out of the shower, drying off and got dressed, putting my hair into a messy fishtail braid and went to put shoes on, checking the time, 11:45, perfect. I still hadn't heard from Jack, but figured he and G got caught up or he was called into work. I shrugged it off and hopped down the stairs. Maybe spending the day with Skate wouldn't be too bad, atleast he remembered my birthday.