#13raquel

He laughed out loud, “HA- Wait, what the hell is that?”

You descended down off your tip toes, causing your shirt that had risen with your stretch to fall back down into place. But Luke was taking quick strides to you and he yanked up your shirt almost halfway up, his baby blue eyes widening at the sight of permanent ink tattooed into your hip.

“A tattoo?” He gaped at you, wild eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, I have a tattoo.” You simply shrugged.

“How were you able to get a tattoo, you’re not even of age yet.” His arched eyebrows slanted down towards the very top of the bridge of his nose in absolute confusion. You wondered why he was so shell shocked that you had a small tattoo of a rose tattoo on your hip.

“You do know that your parents can sign a waiver and give you permission to get a tattoo if you’re underage, right?” You raised your eyebrows at him and smiled.

He gave you a glare that said, ‘don’t sass me’ but he smiled and his gaze focused on your beautifully done tattoo that was small enough to keep covered most of the time.

“I love it.” He grinned, his thumb rubbing small circles over it, causing goosebumps all over your skin. “You’re never keeping this hidden from me ever again.”

  Michael:

You were in the middle of a heated make out session with your older boyfriend Michael, hands desperate for any and all touch as they roamed the others’ body. Michael’s hands clutched onto the hem of your tank top, silently begging to take it off. You nodded through the kiss and he wasted absolutely no time in ripping off your shirt, your shorts soon following the shirt as those fall to the floor. Michael gazed at your body in awe and wonderment before his eyes landed and widened on your two tattoos, one across your ribcage just under your left breast and the other on your hip just above the waistband of your underwear.

“Tattoos?” He smirked slowly, his now dark, lust-clouded eyes shooting up at you and making your breath hitch in your throat without him even needing to touch you or please you. The look on his face alone is enough to make you feel at your highest point alone.

You could only nod in response to him.

“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me? I love tattoos. I had no idea my sweet little baby had two.” He chuckles, crashing his lips onto yours with even more fervor now.

  Calum:

It was a chill Saturday night with your boyfriend and you were thankful you got to spend time with him since he’d been extremely busy with his music career taking off and touring the world with his incredibly talented band. It’s a rare occasion if you’re able to sit on the couch with him and do absolutely nothing but be together.  

As you sat close to his side, nearly on top of him really, you traced the beautiful tattoo on his left forearm dedicated to his sister.

“This one is my favorite on you.” You tell him, tracing the bird.

He looked at you with a smile, adoration of you clear in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He mumbled and you nodded. “You don’t have any tattoos, do you?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one.” You simply shrugged.

His face was more than shocked, “Really? Where?”

You huffed through a laugh and turned around so your back is to him before you lifted up your hair to expose the back of your neck to him.

“I had no idea.” He laughed, encircling your upper body in his arms and surprise attacking you by dragging you back down to lay across his lap comfortably as you two laughed it out.

“Do you like me more now that you know I have a tattoo?” You teasingly asked him as your head now rested in his lap and the rest of your body was spread along the length of the couch.

“I’ve always liked you more than considered healthy.” He said sincerely before leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “A tattoo only makes me want to get you naked ASAP.” He finished with a joke and you blushed, smacking his arm.

  Ashton:

“Hey, where the hell have you been?” Your boyfriend Ashton asked you as you showed up to his house an hour late. You simply popped up to your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He let you in his house and you dropped your purse by the couch before flopping on it, Ashton sitting closely next to you, waiting for your answer.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m super late but I was out getting a surprise for you!” You squealed, unable to contain the excitement any longer.

“Well, what is it?” He laughed, adoring your excitement.

Lifting up the sleeve of your sweater to show the inside of your forearm, you revealed to him a bandage and he immediately got worried.

“Oh my God, what happened? This is your surprise?!” He gaped at you.

“What? No! Just wait, Ash!” You slowly and carefully peeled off part of the bandage to expose your new ink.

The worry in his face disappeared and was replaced with a slow smile spreading across his beautiful face, “A tattoo?”

“Yeah!”

“Would you look at that, my younger girlfriend is becoming a punk.” He smirked, pulling you to sit in his lap as you adjusted the bandage to cover the still sore tattoo.

“I’m a year and a half younger than you!” You moaned. He always teased you about being younger even though he always loved that you were younger. He always felt the need to protect you even more because you’re younger and shorter than him.

“Still a punk.” He grinned, kissing your cheek.

“More punk rock than you.” You teased, only earning a series of hard tickles coming to your sides.

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  Okay I sincerely apologize for Calum’s and even Ashton’s. It was a bit hard for me for some reason, trying to figure out 4 different scenarios for this but I hope it’s all good gahhh