#mccann

You'd woken up earlier than usual, the excitement something that kept you from your dreams. He was still oblivious to the world around him, in his own little world that somehow you had managed to get lost inside of.

He looked peaceful and you didn't want to steal him away from his lazy thoughts for the day encroaching. You got the feeling you were more excited for his birthday than him himself. Well no, you knew you were because nothing could level with your excitement. You loved people's birthdays and making them happy in general and so when it came to Vans it came to no surprise to you or anyone around you that you went all out.

Van, of course, was the opposite, not really that fussed and most likely all he wanted to do was lay in bed with you all day, cups of teas, pancakes in bed and obviously birthday sex. He was a simple guy, one of the things you loved about him.

You so desperately wanted to lean down and kiss him awake. Lips ghosting over each freckle from his jaw bone to the bottom of his back that lay uncovered from a restless nights sleep. But instead, you bottled up your desires and crept out of bed in search of the decorations you had hidden. The party shop in town had practically been empty by the time you left the shop so you had enough to decorate nearly the whole flat.

You started in the open planned kitchen living room. Sticking bunting and paper streamers to the ceiling. There were confetti and decorations you didn't even know existed, yet you are aged perfectly and satisfyingly around the shared apartment. Finally, you snuck into the bedroom with the final decorations pinning the banner which read 'happy birthday Van' from one side of the room to the other. It faced Van meaning that when he woke up he'd see it straight away.

You fiddled with the tassels on the balloons you'd brought in and fretted over the amount of paper confetti was enough to look like a light sprinkle of happiness on the floor. Happy with the outcome you wandered off to the kitchen fixing up teas and pancakes for your boy. Laying out the maple syrup and cut up bananas on a tray before leading it into your room.

He was still asleep and with your jobs done you happily joined him in the cosy sheets of your bed. He was warm and skin so soft it made you want to be wrapped in his arms forever. He lay on his front and he faced you, your hand dancing over his bareback whilst the other arm held you up.

You always got butterflies looking at him, knowing you belonged to him and he belonged to you. How perfect things were, it was crazy and almost unbelievable. Almost. You fell asleep next to him unaware that you'd miss half the day from your lye in.

When his eyes started to adjust to the morning light that was poking through the sheer curtains, meeting yours he smiled. Still getting used to a house and not a tour bus. He wriggled under your hand, moving his body to sit up slightly, making a little noise that made wake up and nussle into him. 

You moved onto his laps straddling him and smiling giddily. "Happy 28th baby" you beamed, leaning down to kiss his cheek, soon enough he moved you to align his lips with yours.

"thanks sugar" his hair had fallen in front of his face, leaning down rubbing your thighs which were resting on his. The contact-making you want to throw away all your plans and to just bask in each others company all day. Although that's what you had been doing for the last couple since he came home.

"I made you pancakes and tea" you giggled when his fingers traced up your thighs and to your hips, feathery and light making it ticklish. "And your present is in the kitchen"

"my present is right here" he whispered, a childish grin painted on his face. You wouldn't have known he was turning 28.

"Vaaan!" You faked disgussed.

"Nah only kiddin' babe, thank you" with his apology came a kiss to your nose, moving to the corner of your mouth where you aligned up to him.

"happy birthday" you mumbled into the kiss before pulling away from him and reaching for the tray on the bedside table. Moving off him you placed it down on his legs and smiled giddily, ready to dig in.

"Jeez, you've outdone yourself love!" He praised your spread of sweet pancakes and everything you knew he'd want. On the tray next to the treats was an envelope, with care he opened it, reading what you'd written the day before. You smiled knowing of the contents.

He opened it carefully, noticing two bits of paper fall out. He ignored them, going to read the card, his face full of concentration of the words you had written for him. And then suddenly his face lit up and he looked at you in disbelief going for the prices of paper that he'd previously ignored.

"fuck y/n, how did you even.," he muttered with shock, inspecting the tickets for the national. It had sold out nearly immediately but with mates, at the venue in Leeds, you managed to pull some strings.

"I hope that's ok," you smiled at him.

"babe, this is class" and before you knew it he had his arms around you and kissing your cheek, mumbling thank yous and love yous over and over in your skin.

After his praises and many giggles, you both dug into the fluffy stack of American pancakes you'd made. Like a child he drenched them in maple syrup, squishing banana and chocolate chunks on top. You were surprised he managed to finish them.

Once he had done you took the tray away into the kitchen washing up and cleaning everything up. It was hot and the sky was completely blue except the odd wisps of cloud that reminded you of candy floss. You didn't even realize you had been daydreaming out the window until Van crept up behind you making you jump.

"shitting Christ Van!" You screamed. Brushing yourself down, slightly embarrassed he'd caught you in a land of your own.

"aww I'm sorry baby come ere'" he giggled, playing off his amusement by wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you from behind.

"you're so mean to me, I've made you all this and look what you do to me" you sulked knowing it he'd just find it cute, he always did.

"Nah, I'd never be mean to yous, and I love the decorations" he smiled into you, you felt his breath against your neck knowing he was inching closer to your skin. The thought of him there making a blush go to your cheeks and your blood rush, goosebumps on your arms appearing.

"I love how you still go red," he whispered, placing a kiss lightly on your cheek. So light that if your senses had not just been heightened, you'd never even noticed his lips had come into contact with the skin.

Your body felt overwhelmed with his touch. Hands on your waist, tightly gripping you as if you might leave. But you couldn't even if you wanted, your legs had long since turned to jelly and he was the only thing keeping you steady. He placed another kiss on the nape of your neck, releasing tingles throughout your body. His kisses slowly but surely became feverish until he spun you around, looking deep into your eyes as if he could read them. Then again he probably could, he could see the desire that pooled within them and the want that rimmed the iris. You were so predictable.

He'd made you restless for his touch, greedy and wanting more. His hands roamed your body, one of them veering south towards the heat which was ever growing needier by the second.

"Van, the boys will be here soon-" he cut you off with another kiss, stopping the words from leaving your mouth.

"let's have a shower" he managed to speak through the messy kiss he held you in, leading you down the hall to your bathroom. He turned the faucet as soon as he was in, letting it warm up whilst he took care of you.

You were still in his t-shirt that you slept in, falling loosely around your frame. He looked at you as if he had already undressed you in his head.

He closed the gap between you both, pulling the top over your body carefully. You were now naked except for the violet lace panties you had slept in. His hands trailed down from your shoulders to your hips pulling you into his, the pressure almost unbearable.

He had already been topless, only in a pear if boxers which you gladly stile from his body. There was something about the intimacy you both could share. It was hot and passionate but at the same time slow and full of appreciation, the safest you'd ever felt with someone. You quickly discarded of your panties and joined him in the shower, the heat surrounding you.

You pulled him closer, your arms resting loosely around his neck, fingers playing with his hair. You kissed the corner of his mouth, going to his jaw and trailing down until you were on your knees. He was already hard and you smiled, knowing you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

You took him in your mouth, setting out a slow pace, your hands working the base. You could hear him moan in satisfaction, deep guttural sounds when he called your name. His hands gripped loosely in your hair, pulling so you could feel his need. You could feel him pulsing, starting to speed up your pace increasing ever so slightly by the second.

"fuck y/n!" He called out loudly. One of your hands still stroking him, you softly traced down the inside of his thigh, making him moan even deeper when your head bobbed further over his dick.

You yours between speeds, making him wait for the climax knowing how much better the release would be. You could taste him, knowing his climax would arrive soon. Your cue to speed up, taking more if him, your eyes water. His moans and praises were even louder now, a warning that held true. He unloaded into your mouth, the salty liquid dripping out of your mouth, over your chin. You swallowed, wiping your mouth before licking him up until you met his eyes.

He looked shocked and deeply satisfied. "You like that birthday boy?" Shooting him a wink before he pinned you against the cool tiles of the shower and peppering kisses along your body.

"love you have no idea.." before you had time to even think through his next moves, his fingers were on your clit. Massaging around, swirling up where they threatened to slip inside of you. Your breath caught in your thought, unable to breathe knowing what he was doing.

A moan slipped out of you involuntarily when he dared, his arms wrapped around your waist whilst your arms held him tightly to you around his neck. He knew exactly how to work you, forcing moans and explicit things you never dreamed of crying out to slip from your mouth. You didn't even notice how loud you must've been until you heard someone call out.

"hellooo?" It was Larry's voice, and you could sense his cheeky tone. Your cheeks instantly turned a bright shade of magenta looking at Van as if you'd just been shot.

"babe it's alright, only Larry.." he said kissing you once more, his fingers pulling away from where you needed him most. It felt uneasy him not there, especially him leaving before the real pleasure kicked in. "Don't look so sad, I'll finish you off later" he winked turning the shower off and hopping out, leaving you even more red and flustered.

He wrapped a towel around his waist before holding one out for you signalling you to walk over to him. He wrapped it around you tightly, placing a kiss to your nose and patting you on the ass as you left.

"hi, Larry sorry bout that" you nervously apologized not quite sure what he had heard.

"s'all right y/n, sorry to ruin your fun" with his comment your stomach flipped and cheeks reddened. And before you could say anything the others came through.

"wow y/n, you look flustered, you ok" Benji chuckled, pointing out your uneasy expression.

"ah lads, quit teasing her ey!" Van warned them, although you could see his grin under his tone. Maybe he was happy the reaction he got from them or maybe it was the colour you had gone from both the lack of contact with him and the teasing.

You skipped over to the bedroom, hiding away to calm yourself down from the morning's activity, and your embarrassment. You let the towel drop to the floor and went to find something in which you could wear.

You pulled out the lingerie you'd splurged on from Ann summers for the special day and stepped into it. It was a completely sheer, mesh spotted body in soft baby pink. It was something you probably would never wear but now you were in it you couldn't help but check yourself out in the mirror. It accented your curves in all the right places and gave you the wave of confidence you had been missing.

You decided on your dark green pleated midi skirt and a black band tee, pairing it with a couple dainty necklaces and your docks. Before you could walk back to your group of friends, Van walked in a smug smile on his face and looking you up and down in what seemed to be awe.

"you look, beautiful love!" He complimented you, walking up giving you a twirl making you giggle with his playfulness.

"only for you," you smiled, resting your hands on his waist. He leant in smiling into a kiss that was only meant for the two of you. He left your touch, changing into some black skinny jeans, but you stopped him before he could continue dressing.

"I have something for you", You smiled up at him, half wishing you could just rip each other's clothes off and spend the day in bed, the other half excited to get hammered at the pub.

"ooh-" he mocked before you cut him off handing a present, neatly wrapped.

He opened it to find a shirt from Mary and Bernie. It was a deep burgundy, a colour he'd always suited. His eyes lit up when he saw the card reading who it was from.

"Thought you could wear that tonight" You suggested to him, taking the shirt from him and putting it on his frame, fastening each button, leaving a couple at the top for your sake.

 You both returned to the lads together, hand in hand, brushing off their leud comments as best you could. Still going red when Bondy commented 'I didn't know you were so loud'.

Ater their teasing you headed out for tea at the pub in town. You had thought about booking somewhere fancy and posh but you weren't the types of people to dine in such places. You knew as soon as you sat down you'd all be judged and never be able to relax. The pub was your best bet.

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It was late in the evening now and you were without question glad about your decision of the skirt. It gave you enough room for the food baby which had reached its second trimester by the time shots arrived. You joked around with Larry about your 'baby', admitting to Van that in fact, it was Bobs. Making Bob beg Van for his forgiveness, explaining how you could raise the baby, the three of you.

Safe to say the night was going as planned, and as you swayed into Van's shoulder at the bar you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear, looking up him like a puppy. 

"I looooove youu" You sang into his ear, giggling when he said it back, shaking your head. "No, like I reaaaally really love you Vannny" You slurred, if he hadn't dealt with drunk you for a while he wouldn't have been able to make out the words.

"And I reaaaally really love you y/n" He whispered in your hair when he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. "Thanks for making my birthday perfect,"  He mumbled.

Soon after you both decided it was time to head home, leaving the lads and walking home messily. You leant on him for most of the walk, hand in hand, happily drunk together, your favourite type of drunk. The cool air that blew a gentle breeze through the city sobered you up, letting you appreciate the night and the man you got to share it with.

"I can't believe that if you weren't born today, I wouldn't be here either," you thought out loud, drawing a laugh from Van.

"I can't believe I managed to get a las that is this funny and this beautiful when drunk!" He thought back, giving your hand a small squeeze.

The cool breeze was starting to give you shivers, making you ever so thankful your flat was so close to the pub. The flat was still fairly warm from the sunny day and warmed you up.

You were tired now and was happy when Van led you straight to your bedroom. You both stood there for a while in each other's arms, taking a breather from the day. He pulled away looking at you with all the adoration in the world. You smiled, unbuttoning the shirt that not too long ago you had been dong up. You helped him undress until it was your turn, forgetting your lingerie, you let him lazily undress you until you noticed his face. 

He looked shocked, but a lazy smile lingered on his features. "God, your perfect" He whispered.

You giggled at his boyish smile, leading him to the bed in which he took his time taking off your body suite, your two tired frames snuggled up together, lazily kissing. No intent on anything else, just happy with the day you'd been given.

"Hope you had a good birthday baby," You mumbled into his chest, smiling when he just nodded into you. "Glad you liked your presents," You whispered, ready to close your eyes and drift to sleep.

"My favourite one was you," was the sentence that let you relax completely and made your heart melt. So in love with your boy.