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Valentines Special Desmond x Reader Lemon/SMUT [ Happy Birthday ]

WARNING WARNING

WARNING: This story contains explicit adult content such as nudity, swearing and sex scenes. If you're under the age of 17 I would advise skipping this and read something one of the other stories or something. But I can't stop you if you're younger and still going to read this. This warning will be at the top of every story for these specials. Words describing human body parts will be shown in the text. Do not read this and then comment about how you were not warned given this fucking long warning plus the title. I will promptly tell you, to go back and read this.

The warning will be a little bit different each time so please read it

Thank you and enjoy! 

For as long as Desmond has stayed in New York, each year I have never, EVER heard anything about his birthday plans or frankly what he does on his birthday in general. At his work they just sing him a song, give him a cupcake and send him on home when I come around to meet up with him. He doesn't even tell me, I didn't even know when his birthday was until one of his coworkers told me about it. You can bet I chewed him out for it when we met last, wanting to understand why on earth he never told me, considering Birthdays were special days ( At least to me they were )

"It's not a big deal really. I don't everyone to make it a big deal"

That's what he told me, ME. His girlfriend. Of course I was gonna make a big deal when I found out, as if him telling me once was gonna stop me. Thus the whole display I have set up. 

Balloons were basically covering the ceiling, I even went out and bought a big banner to strap across the living room. Did I go as far as to bake a cake? No, I don't really bake cakes. I can't even make toast properly without setting it on fire. I left the baking to the bakers at the bakery around the corner, a half chocolate and half vanilla cake with blue buttercream frosting covering the whole thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DESMOND written in neat cursive writing. Soon to be lit candles, I even went as far as to buy ice cream cause who doesn't like ice cream?

I pressed my fingers in anticipation, rolling back and forth on my heels as I waited for him. Now you're probably wondering, "Where are the presents?"

Well I uh...I sort of...took it upon myself to ask the girls in my work place what they got for their boyfriends that wasn't too much. I didn't want to overwhelm him with lots of presents and stuff, but then again I didn't know what to buy for him. I knew he needed a new watch but when was the next time he was gonna need one with a phone on him 24/7? 

But one girl had told me...that I could buy something for myself...but for him. At first I didn't understand, of course I couldn't understand her when she was whispering like we were some high schoolers gossiping about one of our friends. But when she took me aside, and really explained it well...I was more then willing to get him the watch then that. 

If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's basically a nightie. You know, a cross between a little dress with lace or sometimes really thin material. I mean...Desmond never really expressed any interest in things like that...but still...

Just in case though I did buy him a watch. Just in case

Back to the subject matter, I wore a rob over the uh...1st gift, which was a little short dress that barely covered my stomach. A cute baby pink shade made with silk, a tiny black bow placed right at the top. Thin straps, itchy and basically a reminder as to why pants and a shirt are the best pieces of clothing on the face of the earth even for sex.