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I wake up to the feeling of his warm hands gently rubbing my bare back. I often find myself in this position, wondering, My God, how did I get here? The sun is just peeking in through the blinds as I roll over and think to myself that he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He leans in to kiss me, his lips softly brushing against me and I meet his mouth with mine. I am always eager to taste his sweetness, to linger in his embrace, to take mental pictures of those deep, soulful eyes every time their gaze meets mine.

We lie there for a moment, as we often do, in the intimate quiet that is morning, just enjoying the closeness, the breath sounds, when he grasps my back more firmly and looks me straight in the eye. On this particular morning, a grin is slowly crawling across his face, and I know I am in for it…

We kiss again, this time with a little more urgency. It is like pure electricity when we touch. His hot tongue parts my lips and slowly massages mine. He pulls back just enough to look at me and let out a deep sigh, as if there was no other place he’d rather be. He moves his hands from my back to my face, his fingertips brushing ever so slightly against my cheeks. I am already shivering as I feel his breath on my ear. It takes me no time at all to become aroused by this man; he is so giving and knows exactly how to love me. He lets out an almost inaudible moan…mmmmmm…he knows it makes me crazy but I tell myself to be patient and just enjoy..he loves to take it slow…

With his tongue tracing my ear, he moves to cover my face and throat with little licks and kisses and his hot breath in between. One finger is tracing over my collarbone while his other arm is propping him up above me. I have goose bumps and my nipples are swelling already. He smiles wickedly, knowing he is to blame. He rolls off me and is now kneeling beside me, his palms and fingers working over me, covering me in a slow, gentle massage. I instantly feel all of my inhibitions, of which there are already very few, melting away with his soothing strokes. Softly, he rubs and kneads and tickles me from my shoulders to my toes, all the while smiling, very pleased with himself. He brushes over me with tender touches and makes soft noises of delight as he sees my face begin to flush and contort with pleasure. He is touching every one of my erogenous zones but the ones I want him to…teasing me mercilessly. He knows damn well what he is doing, and it makes me wild with anticipation! I arch my back and let out a soft groan as I feel the heat growing in my most sensitive area. He brings his eyes to meet mine and giggles right in my face…delighting in my torture.

I pull his face to mine and kiss him now feverishly…trying to give him the signal that I am ready to move this to the next level. He senses my desire and plunges his tongue into my mouth once more, this time his hand, finally, cupping my breast and lightly pinching my nipple. I squeal and he lets out a groan into my mouth before returning to our kiss. He trails kisses from my mouth to my chin down my body until he reaches my breasts. He grabs my breasts now, firmly, with his slippery tongue dancing circles around my nipples. Oh my God, I think to myself ..Does it get any better than this? His warm palms are rubbing so gently against my nipples, it is exquisite and excruciating all at once! I am writhing underneath him and he can feel my body asking, no, begging for more! He begins to grind into me as well, and I sense his level of excitement rising. His eyes are alive with lustful energy as he looks up at me, and I can now confirm his enjoyment as I undoubtedly feel him hot and hard against my leg.

He shifts his body weight and..oh.. here we go…..he begins trailing kisses from my nipples, down my belly and moving his mouth lower and even lower. My breath gets heavier…he knows I love this, and my legs begin to tremble. He sighs his approval…he so proud of himself for the state he has put me in. I am panting heavily as he is now in between my thighs, propping himself up on his elbows. Doing everything I can not to grab him and jam his face into me, I am shaking as he plants small wet kisses on my inner thighs. I grasp the bed sheets hoping for some support only to find myself trembling even more with his breath on my sensitive skin. He reaches around my legs to steady me and looks up one more time at my now flushed face. I am impatient, but he just flashes me his beautiful smile, winks, and then without warning his mouth is on me. I gasp in delight as his tongue begins to move slowly, up and down. He is moving so carefully and his touch is so light I am moaning and pushing myself up against his mouth as I feel myself nearing climax already. He pulls back and begins peppering my legs with kisses again…this is his way of letting me know that he is in control and he does not want me reaching my peak until he’s ready. My breath is slowing down as he is still stroking my thighs, knees, calves and back up again his fingers moving to my hips and are grasping now very firmly as his mouth returns to what it was doing. He pushes his tongue inside my most sensitive area and he moans as I clench my muscles around him. In and out he is moving his tongue and his hand is now there, one strong finger entering me. He is pressing me with his finger, and now a second, all the while still licking…licking….mmmmm. Over and again he moves in me, and I am dripping with approval. He is reaching inside to find that most special spot, and when he does; he gently applies pressure to it with his fingertips, moving them in a slow, circular motion. He looks up at me to enjoy the view. I am delirious with pleasure as his thumb begins to work outside on my hottest spot of all….Oh my God…My back is arching hard now, my hips grinding all of me against him. I am moaning loudly and I cannot resist my climax any longer. My hips jerking up, I am clenching hard around his fingers and calling out his name in delight. As I finish, shuddering, he brings his face back up to meet mine and, smiling, he kisses my lips.

He is rolling over on his back now, and although I can barely move and my legs are still trembling, I know what is expected of me, and I am glad to oblige. I am on my knees now above him, kissing him hard on his mouth. Tasting a bit of myself on his lips, I smile and I am still tingling where it counts. I begin to kiss his ear and whisper hot breath into it, he loves the feeling of my breath against his skin and I am buried in his neck, his stubble brushing against my cheek. He grabs my breasts hard, cups them in his hands and brings them to his lips as I am now straddling his thighs and leaning above his torso…he is biting my nipples going from one to the other, licking them and then blowing his breath on them, making them stand at attention once more. Again, he is grinning like he’s gotten away with something. With one breast still in his hand he takes mine in his other and brings it down toward his throbbing groin. I am not sure how he holds himself back, as he is so unselfish in giving me pleasure, but when he is ready to go, he is definitely ready to go. I find what I am looking for and wrap my fingers around the shaft tightly. As I begin to massage him up and down he releases my breast and his head is back on the pillow, his breath becoming shallow. I inch my body down to where I am kneeling in between his legs, never releasing my grip on him. He starts groaning in time with my movements, and I lower my mouth to him. I trace the tip of him lightly with my tongue while still holding him in my hand. He gasps, he is hoarse now, saying my name and making me wet all over again. I take the whole of him into my mouth, relaxing my jaw to accommodate his size, as I begin to help him towards his own climax. Up and down I move my mouth, licking and sucking, and sucking and licking. My free hands are now fondling the area underneath, cupping him and feeling him pulsating with excitement. As soon as I am settling into a rhythm, I feel his hand on my head, now reaching under my chin and carefully pulling my face up to meet his gaze. His eyes are telling me it’s time so I sit up on my knees and anxiously await what is coming next.

Suddenly he is on his knees as well, kissing me so hard I am afraid I might lose my breath. His hands are kneading my bottom and pulling me so close I feel him against my mound and I gasp. He releases me and has quickly turned me around, pushing me forward. I tilt my hips toward him as he bends down and is finding my slippery opening with his tongue and then his fingers once again. He thrusts into me gently with his finger, then with one quick motion, his hand is spreading me open and all of him is mine. He is grunting now as he is pushing into me from behind. He is grasping my hips and then my bottom, and I am sure I by the force of his grip that I will bare his mark for a few days to come. I begin to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusting. I reach my hand down the front of my body and begin to apply light pressure to my swollen sweet spot. He loves it when I touch myself, and I hear him moaning with approval as he gives my bottom a slap. I am now twitching and pulsating around him as I am nearing another climax. He is thrusting with even more force, harder and harder; he pushes himself into my tightness. I feel a few drips of sweat fall from his brow onto my backside, as he is working so hard to bring me to yet another high. With his next thrust he leans forward and reaches around to tweak my nipple and then take over for me where I have been working on myself for the last few minutes….Oh yes please…This is too much for me to bear, and the feeling of his thickness sliding into me from behind at the same time as his wet fingers are slipping over the front of me has caused my knees to buckle and my body to lurch forward. He quickly grabs a pillow and shoves it under me to prop up my hips as he continues his double-sided attack on my senses. I am now actually yelling with each thrust, and I feel him convulsing from behind. He is getting bigger inside me which always happens just before his release, and so I move my hips just slightly enough to his touch that I am now climaxing all over him. He senses that I am there and he is now pulsating his release deep inside me. Letting out a long, low groan, he withdraws himself, and collapses onto the bed next to me. I roll to look him in the eyes and our heavy breath soon comes at a matching pace. He brushes the hair away from my face and cups my cheek in his hand. He is smiling deeply at me, his eyes glassy with the after effects of what just transpired. I smile back as I feel myself, spent, still throbbing and wet with him.

“Well…good morning, love.” He says in a still husky voice.
“Morning Zayn,” I whisper as I inch closer to him and rest my head on his chest, thinking to myself that I’ll never, ever get tired of waking up to his face for as long as I live.
-Anonymous

I wake up to the feeling of his warm hands gently rubbing my bare back. I often find myself in this position, wondering, My God, how did I get here? The sun is just peeking in through the blinds as I roll over and think to myself that he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He leans in to kiss me, his lips softly brushing against me and I meet his mouth with mine. I am always eager to taste his sweetness, to linger in his embrace, to take mental pictures of those deep, soulful eyes every time their gaze meets mine.

We lie there for a moment, as we often do, in the intimate quiet that is morning, just enjoying the closeness, the breath sounds, when he grasps my back more firmly and looks me straight in the eye. On this particular morning, a grin is slowly crawling across his face, and I know I am in for it…

We kiss again, this time with a little more urgency. It is like pure electricity when we touch. His hot tongue parts my lips and slowly massages mine. He pulls back just enough to look at me and let out a deep sigh, as if there was no other place he’d rather be. He moves his hands from my back to my face, his fingertips brushing ever so slightly against my cheeks. I am already shivering as I feel his breath on my ear. It takes me no time at all to become aroused by this man; he is so giving and knows exactly how to love me. He lets out an almost inaudible moan…mmmmmm…he knows it makes me crazy but I tell myself to be patient and just enjoy..he loves to take it slow…

With his tongue tracing my ear, he moves to cover my face and throat with little licks and kisses and his hot breath in between. One finger is tracing over my collarbone while his other arm is propping him up above me. I have goose bumps and my nipples are swelling already. He smiles wickedly, knowing he is to blame. He rolls off me and is now kneeling beside me, his palms and fingers working over me, covering me in a slow, gentle massage. I instantly feel all of my inhibitions, of which there are already very few, melting away with his soothing strokes. Softly, he rubs and kneads and tickles me from my shoulders to my toes, all the while smiling, very pleased with himself. He brushes over me with tender touches and makes soft noises of delight as he sees my face begin to flush and contort with pleasure. He is touching every one of my erogenous zones but the ones I want him to…teasing me mercilessly. He knows damn well what he is doing, and it makes me wild with anticipation! I arch my back and let out a soft groan as I feel the heat growing in my most sensitive area. He brings his eyes to meet mine and giggles right in my face…delighting in my torture.

I pull his face to mine and kiss him now feverishly…trying to give him the signal that I am ready to move this to the next level. He senses my desire and plunges his tongue into my mouth once more, this time his hand, finally, cupping my breast and lightly pinching my nipple. I squeal and he lets out a groan into my mouth before returning to our kiss. He trails kisses from my mouth to my chin down my body until he reaches my breasts. He grabs my breasts now, firmly, with his slippery tongue dancing circles around my nipples. Oh my God, I think to myself ..Does it get any better than this? His warm palms are rubbing so gently against my nipples, it is exquisite and excruciating all at once! I am writhing underneath him and he can feel my body asking, no, begging for more! He begins to grind into me as well, and I sense his level of excitement rising. His eyes are alive with lustful energy as he looks up at me, and I can now confirm his enjoyment as I undoubtedly feel him hot and hard against my leg.

He shifts his body weight and..oh.. here we go…..he begins trailing kisses from my nipples, down my belly and moving his mouth lower and even lower. My breath gets heavier…he knows I love this, and my legs begin to tremble. He sighs his approval…he so proud of himself for the state he has put me in. I am panting heavily as he is now in between my thighs, propping himself up on his elbows. Doing everything I can not to grab him and jam his face into me, I am shaking as he plants small wet kisses on my inner thighs. I grasp the bed sheets hoping for some support only to find myself trembling even more with his breath on my sensitive skin. He reaches around my legs to steady me and looks up one more time at my now flushed face. I am impatient, but he just flashes me his beautiful smile, winks, and then without warning his mouth is on me. I gasp in delight as his tongue begins to move slowly, up and down. He is moving so carefully and his touch is so light I am moaning and pushing myself up against his mouth as I feel myself nearing climax already. He pulls back and begins peppering my legs with kisses again…this is his way of letting me know that he is in control and he does not want me reaching my peak until he’s ready. My breath is slowing down as he is still stroking my thighs, knees, calves and back up again his fingers moving to my hips and are grasping now very firmly as his mouth returns to what it was doing. He pushes his tongue inside my most sensitive area and he moans as I clench my muscles around him. In and out he is moving his tongue and his hand is now there, one strong finger entering me. He is pressing me with his finger, and now a second, all the while still licking…licking….mmmmm. Over and again he moves in me, and I am dripping with approval. He is reaching inside to find that most special spot, and when he does; he gently applies pressure to it with his fingertips, moving them in a slow, circular motion. He looks up at me to enjoy the view. I am delirious with pleasure as his thumb begins to work outside on my hottest spot of all….Oh my God…My back is arching hard now, my hips grinding all of me against him. I am moaning loudly and I cannot resist my climax any longer. My hips jerking up, I am clenching hard around his fingers and calling out his name in delight. As I finish, shuddering, he brings his face back up to meet mine and, smiling, he kisses my lips.

He is rolling over on his back now, and although I can barely move and my legs are still trembling, I know what is expected of me, and I am glad to oblige. I am on my knees now above him, kissing him hard on his mouth. Tasting a bit of myself on his lips, I smile and I am still tingling where it counts. I begin to kiss his ear and whisper hot breath into it, he loves the feeling of my breath against his skin and I am buried in his neck, his stubble brushing against my cheek. He grabs my breasts hard, cups them in his hands and brings them to his lips as I am now straddling his thighs and leaning above his torso…he is biting my nipples going from one to the other, licking them and then blowing his breath on them, making them stand at attention once more. Again, he is grinning like he’s gotten away with something. With one breast still in his hand he takes mine in his other and brings it down toward his throbbing groin. I am not sure how he holds himself back, as he is so unselfish in giving me pleasure, but when he is ready to go, he is definitely ready to go. I find what I am looking for and wrap my fingers around the shaft tightly. As I begin to massage him up and down he releases my breast and his head is back on the pillow, his breath becoming shallow. I inch my body down to where I am kneeling in between his legs, never releasing my grip on him. He starts groaning in time with my movements, and I lower my mouth to him. I trace the tip of him lightly with my tongue while still holding him in my hand. He gasps, he is hoarse now, saying my name and making me wet all over again. I take the whole of him into my mouth, relaxing my jaw to accommodate his size, as I begin to help him towards his own climax. Up and down I move my mouth, licking and sucking, and sucking and licking. My free hands are now fondling the area underneath, cupping him and feeling him pulsating with excitement. As soon as I am settling into a rhythm, I feel his hand on my head, now reaching under my chin and carefully pulling my face up to meet his gaze. His eyes are telling me it’s time so I sit up on my knees and anxiously await what is coming next.

Suddenly he is on his knees as well, kissing me so hard I am afraid I might lose my breath. His hands are kneading my bottom and pulling me so close I feel him against my mound and I gasp. He releases me and has quickly turned me around, pushing me forward. I tilt my hips toward him as he bends down and is finding my slippery opening with his tongue and then his fingers once again. He thrusts into me gently with his finger, then with one quick motion, his hand is spreading me open and all of him is mine. He is grunting now as he is pushing into me from behind. He is grasping my hips and then my bottom, and I am sure I by the force of his grip that I will bare his mark for a few days to come. I begin to rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusting. I reach my hand down the front of my body and begin to apply light pressure to my swollen sweet spot. He loves it when I touch myself, and I hear him moaning with approval as he gives my bottom a slap. I am now twitching and pulsating around him as I am nearing another climax. He is thrusting with even more force, harder and harder; he pushes himself into my tightness. I feel a few drips of sweat fall from his brow onto my backside, as he is working so hard to bring me to yet another high. With his next thrust he leans forward and reaches around to tweak my nipple and then take over for me where I have been working on myself for the last few minutes….Oh yes please…This is too much for me to bear, and the feeling of his thickness sliding into me from behind at the same time as his wet fingers are slipping over the front of me has caused my knees to buckle and my body to lurch forward. He quickly grabs a pillow and shoves it under me to prop up my hips as he continues his double-sided attack on my senses. I am now actually yelling with each thrust, and I feel him convulsing from behind. He is getting bigger inside me which always happens just before his release, and so I move my hips just slightly enough to his touch that I am now climaxing all over him. He senses that I am there and he is now pulsating his release deep inside me. Letting out a long, low groan, he withdraws himself, and collapses onto the bed next to me. I roll to look him in the eyes and our heavy breath soon comes at a matching pace. He brushes the hair away from my face and cups my cheek in his hand. He is smiling deeply at me, his eyes glassy with the after effects of what just transpired. I smile back as I feel myself, spent, still throbbing and wet with him.

“Well…good morning, love.” He says in a still husky voice.
“Morning Zayn,” I whisper as I inch closer to him and rest my head on his chest, thinking to myself that I’ll never, ever get tired of waking up to his face for as long as I live.
-Anonymous

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Vegas

The minute hand moved slower than usual as I stood on the hotel balcony and downed a small bottle of eight dollar tequila from the mini fridge. The air felt thick and I huffed with boredom contemplating whether I should just dramatically jump off the building, I’m sure Las Vegas looks even more lit up when your falling to its sinful streets. Instead I just lit a cigarette and watched as drunken fools passed out on the sidewalks. I wish I was gambling. I wish I was doing something other than this. Seventeen proved to be just another year that limited me, no drinking, no smoking, no gambling, no fun. I looked back at the clock on the wall twenty minutes had passed and my room service had yet to arrive, I flicked my cigarette into the air and watched until the embers disappeared. “What are you doing?” Someone asked and I almost fell down it had startled me so. “Nothing.” I said unenthusiastically, I looked up and caught his eyes, which caused the skin around them to wrinkle, the boy smiled intriguingly. “Do you wanna do something?” I bit my lip and nodded slowly trying my best to look mysterious and sexy, motioning his arms his accent fell into my ears, “Come over then.” I obeyed. “Whats your room number?” I asked although his balcony was right next to mine, he shook his head and held out his hand, “Just jump over here.” A terrified look came across my face as I looked at his smirk and then how high up we were, how one misstep would be the end of me. “I can’t what if I fell?” He smiled, “Life’s a risk, if theres a place to take one its here.” With big hesitation I put my foot out on the ledge and then began to shuffle towards him keeping my eyes on him. When I got close enough to him he wrapped his arms around me and strongly lifted me onto his balcony, adrenaline flowed through my body as he let me down. “I’m…” He then interrupted me, “Let’s not say our names, tonight I’m Mr.X and you’re Mrs.X, keeps this game interesting.” I smiled, “I wasn’t aware we were playing a game Mr.X.” He smirked and opened the door to his identical hotel room, “Ah but we are and before we continue its only fair that you know right of the bat that I’m a cheater and I always win.” His smile was dangerous but irresistible, his blue eyes followed me as I stepped into his room, lightly he slapped my butt and I then slapped him, he laughed, “Let the games begin.” 


“Head or Tails?” He asked as I threw my coat on a chair, I watched as it flipped and fell into his hands, “Um Tails.” Slowly he peeked through his hand and the ever present smirk grew, “Heads, you lose.” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. “Off with the shirt Mrs.X!” “What?” He walked closer towards me and tugged playfully on my shirt, “You lost, so the shirt must come off.” I stopped myself from objecting and slowly I pulled the shirt off watching as his eyes explored my body. I crossed my arms around my breasts and his eyes shot back up to mine, “Try tails again the chances of it landing on that have raised.” He said scientifically as he flipped it again, “Tails.” I watched as he did the same routine peeking through his hands first and then showing it to me, “Heads again… off with the pants, boy you suck at this game.” I pushed him and he stumbled a bit, laughing at my aggression, and then he bit his lower lip as he watched my hands unbutton my jeans and slowly his eyes followed as the material fell to the floor. “Your turn now Mr.X.” I demanded quickly grabbing the quarter out of his hand before he tried to slip it into his pocket, before flipping it I examined the quarter, I couldn’t believe it. “You tricked me! Both sides of this coin is heads!” He began to laugh, “I already warned you that I am cheater.” 


I rolled my eyes and picked my shirt from off the ground beginning to put it back on, “Mrs.X you lost the privilege to wear that.” He whispered sternly as he came behind me and once again pulled it right back off, I turned and faced him, “Fine, but you have to even the score.” A wicked grin crossed his face as he began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it roughly to the ground and then doing just the same to his pants, “I like the way you think Mrs.X, tell me how good are you with dice?” I held out my hand and his dropped two red and white dice in my hand, “What are the rules?” I asked as I rolled them in my hand. “The rules are simple, highest number wins and lowest number has to do whatever the highest number requests.” I smiled at the devilish idea and started to shake them quickly releasing them on the table, a two and a five rolled out and I was somewhat pleased. He then scooped them up and before releasing them he asked me to blow on them for good luck, I saw the hair on his body rise as I blew against his skin, when he let them go he got a three and a six, smirking at the fact that he beat me yet again. I nervously squirmed as I waited for his “request” watching as he grabbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth, “I want you to give me a strip tease.” My eyes widened and I shook my head, “Nope, no, absolutely not.” “I don’t make the rules, now lets not dilly dally show me what your hiding.”


I began walking away from him stopping at his door I pulled out my phone and put on I’m A Slave 4 You by Britney Spears. Without turning around I ran my hand seductively down my back and started to swing my hips slowly, I looked at him over my shoulder and licked my lips, knowing I was making him crazy. I then turned around and slowly undid my bra letting it drop to the floor, his eyes widened as my breasts bounced while I came closer to him, I pushed him onto a chair and then mounted on top of him and I slowly rubbed my underwear against him feeling his erection grow, his hands grabbed my bum as he began to rub me harder against him. I then leaned in and we began to immediately make out, his tongue sliding in my mouth, passion filling our lungs as my hands tugged softly at his hair and his teeth grazing my bottom lip, I began to feel his hands grab onto my underwear as he slowly began to pull the soft material down, watching my it fall from my ankles he looked into my eyes as he ran a finger across my opening, “Who made you this wet?” He asked, sliding two fingers inside of me I began to moan as he pumped them up and down, “Hmmm?” He asked as I began to moan, “Who made you this wet baby?” He whispered again and I barely form the word you as he started to press his thumb against my clit and his warm tongue began to slide across my neck stopping to suck on my sweet spot. I could feel myself loose control as I reached closer and closer to climaxing, he leaned into my ear and growled, “Do you want this big cock inside of you?” I nodded and shook his head, “Use your big girl words.” “Yes.” I moaned one last time as his hands left me and quickly pulled down his tight boxers. Without a second to waste he thrusted his big cock inside of me and I moaned as his length filled me, with each thrust he hit my g-spot and I locked my lips onto his as our bodies began to rock against each other. “Cum for me baby.” He moaned in my ear and his speed gained and his thrust became rougher knowing that I was about to hit my orgasm, I could tell also by his winced face that he was about to reach his. With one last bang we both climaxed, moaning into each others mouths as our bodies collapsed into the chair. 


As our bodies rested on top of each other he began to flip his coin, I looked up at him and he smirked yet again. “Heads or Tails?” He asked, “What are the stakes?” I asked back curious to what I was getting myself into, “Heads I get to fuck you, tails you get to fuck me.” I giggled and watched as he flipped the coin, it of course landed on heads, and he leaned in planting a semi-rough kiss on my lips while wrapping his arms around my hips, pulling me into him again. “I always win.” He whispered as we began round two.

-Anonymous

Vegas

The minute hand moved slower than usual as I stood on the hotel balcony and downed a small bottle of eight dollar tequila from the mini fridge. The air felt thick and I huffed with boredom contemplating whether I should just dramatically jump off the building, I’m sure Las Vegas looks even more lit up when your falling to its sinful streets. Instead I just lit a cigarette and watched as drunken fools passed out on the sidewalks. I wish I was gambling. I wish I was doing something other than this. Seventeen proved to be just another year that limited me, no drinking, no smoking, no gambling, no fun. I looked back at the clock on the wall twenty minutes had passed and my room service had yet to arrive, I flicked my cigarette into the air and watched until the embers disappeared. “What are you doing?” Someone asked and I almost fell down it had startled me so. “Nothing.” I said unenthusiastically, I looked up and caught his eyes, which caused the skin around them to wrinkle, the boy smiled intriguingly. “Do you wanna do something?” I bit my lip and nodded slowly trying my best to look mysterious and sexy, motioning his arms his accent fell into my ears, “Come over then.” I obeyed. “Whats your room number?” I asked although his balcony was right next to mine, he shook his head and held out his hand, “Just jump over here.” A terrified look came across my face as I looked at his smirk and then how high up we were, how one misstep would be the end of me. “I can’t what if I fell?” He smiled, “Life’s a risk, if theres a place to take one its here.” With big hesitation I put my foot out on the ledge and then began to shuffle towards him keeping my eyes on him. When I got close enough to him he wrapped his arms around me and strongly lifted me onto his balcony, adrenaline flowed through my body as he let me down. “I’m…” He then interrupted me, “Let’s not say our names, tonight I’m Mr.X and you’re Mrs.X, keeps this game interesting.” I smiled, “I wasn’t aware we were playing a game Mr.X.” He smirked and opened the door to his identical hotel room, “Ah but we are and before we continue its only fair that you know right of the bat that I’m a cheater and I always win.” His smile was dangerous but irresistible, his blue eyes followed me as I stepped into his room, lightly he slapped my butt and I then slapped him, he laughed, “Let the games begin.”


“Head or Tails?” He asked as I threw my coat on a chair, I watched as it flipped and fell into his hands, “Um Tails.” Slowly he peeked through his hand and the ever present smirk grew, “Heads, you lose.” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. “Off with the shirt Mrs.X!” “What?” He walked closer towards me and tugged playfully on my shirt, “You lost, so the shirt must come off.” I stopped myself from objecting and slowly I pulled the shirt off watching as his eyes explored my body. I crossed my arms around my breasts and his eyes shot back up to mine, “Try tails again the chances of it landing on that have raised.” He said scientifically as he flipped it again, “Tails.” I watched as he did the same routine peeking through his hands first and then showing it to me, “Heads again… off with the pants, boy you suck at this game.” I pushed him and he stumbled a bit, laughing at my aggression, and then he bit his lower lip as he watched my hands unbutton my jeans and slowly his eyes followed as the material fell to the floor. “Your turn now Mr.X.” I demanded quickly grabbing the quarter out of his hand before he tried to slip it into his pocket, before flipping it I examined the quarter, I couldn’t believe it. “You tricked me! Both sides of this coin is heads!” He began to laugh, “I already warned you that I am cheater.”


I rolled my eyes and picked my shirt from off the ground beginning to put it back on, “Mrs.X you lost the privilege to wear that.” He whispered sternly as he came behind me and once again pulled it right back off, I turned and faced him, “Fine, but you have to even the score.” A wicked grin crossed his face as he began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it roughly to the ground and then doing just the same to his pants, “I like the way you think Mrs.X, tell me how good are you with dice?” I held out my hand and his dropped two red and white dice in my hand, “What are the rules?” I asked as I rolled them in my hand. “The rules are simple, highest number wins and lowest number has to do whatever the highest number requests.” I smiled at the devilish idea and started to shake them quickly releasing them on the table, a two and a five rolled out and I was somewhat pleased. He then scooped them up and before releasing them he asked me to blow on them for good luck, I saw the hair on his body rise as I blew against his skin, when he let them go he got a three and a six, smirking at the fact that he beat me yet again. I nervously squirmed as I waited for his “request” watching as he grabbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth, “I want you to give me a strip tease.” My eyes widened and I shook my head, “Nope, no, absolutely not.” “I don’t make the rules, now lets not dilly dally show me what your hiding.”


I began walking away from him stopping at his door I pulled out my phone and put on I’m A Slave 4 You by Britney Spears. Without turning around I ran my hand seductively down my back and started to swing my hips slowly, I looked at him over my shoulder and licked my lips, knowing I was making him crazy. I then turned around and slowly undid my bra letting it drop to the floor, his eyes widened as my breasts bounced while I came closer to him, I pushed him onto a chair and then mounted on top of him and I slowly rubbed my underwear against him feeling his erection grow, his hands grabbed my bum as he began to rub me harder against him. I then leaned in and we began to immediately make out, his tongue sliding in my mouth, passion filling our lungs as my hands tugged softly at his hair and his teeth grazing my bottom lip, I began to feel his hands grab onto my underwear as he slowly began to pull the soft material down, watching my it fall from my ankles he looked into my eyes as he ran a finger across my opening, “Who made you this wet?” He asked, sliding two fingers inside of me I began to moan as he pumped them up and down, “Hmmm?” He asked as I began to moan, “Who made you this wet baby?” He whispered again and I barely form the word you as he started to press his thumb against my clit and his warm tongue began to slide across my neck stopping to suck on my sweet spot. I could feel myself loose control as I reached closer and closer to climaxing, he leaned into my ear and growled, “Do you want this big cock inside of you?” I nodded and shook his head, “Use your big girl words.” “Yes.” I moaned one last time as his hands left me and quickly pulled down his tight boxers. Without a second to waste he thrusted his big cock inside of me and I moaned as his length filled me, with each thrust he hit my g-spot and I locked my lips onto his as our bodies began to rock against each other. “Cum for me baby.” He moaned in my ear and his speed gained and his thrust became rougher knowing that I was about to hit my orgasm, I could tell also by his winced face that he was about to reach his. With one last bang we both climaxed, moaning into each others mouths as our bodies collapsed into the chair.


As our bodies rested on top of each other he began to flip his coin, I looked up at him and he smirked yet again. “Heads or Tails?” He asked, “What are the stakes?” I asked back curious to what I was getting myself into, “Heads I get to fuck you, tails you get to fuck me.” I giggled and watched as he flipped the coin, it of course landed on heads, and he leaned in planting a semi-rough kiss on my lips while wrapping his arms around my hips, pulling me into him again. “I always win.” He whispered as we began round two.

-Anonymous

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Sorry I was gone for so long!! I was in Mexico :) I’ll try and update tomorrow
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Things I Can, Things I Can’t
“But you already have like 5, how many do you need!?” My friend threw her hands in the air, she found my obsession with drawing tattoos unfathomable, and my increasing desire to put them on myself insane.

“Haha, look at it this way, it’s a way of getting references. I wanna be an artist, right?” I threw my owns hands up, “I gotta get some cred.”

“But why tattoos?”

“People wear tats. They WILL be seen by other people. It’s the easiest way to show what you’ve got to a bunch of people.” She shook her head, smiling. She passes me my drawing book off the table, passing it to me gently along with a colored ink pen.

“You’ve always impressed me, now…Impress me. And I’ll get it.” she shrugged carelessly, but the following smirk told me she was being serious.

“Seriously!?” Excitedly I jumped up to hug her, I’d been trying to get her to get one months! Especially one I designed. I sat back, exhaling. Relaxing my fingers, staring at her for a moment. “What do -”

“Na uh,” she wagged her finger at me. “Impress me.”

“Haha, oh no, alright.” I relaxed again, trying to penetrate into my oldest memories of us, trying to pull together an abstract idea of everything that means so much to her. Love. She’d want something relative to love.  She’d been dating her boyfriend for 2 years now, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a symbol, it’s not like they’re breaking up EVER. And time. She was an adamant believer that time was man-made yet she’s very conscious of it. BUT she was also a simple person, so I couldn’t go all out. Hm. I could work with that.

“Harry got another tattoo,” she said trying to distract me. Oh what I’d give to tattoo him, that is after I take his perfect-curly-haired ass and-

“He’s back in London,”

“Okay you can go, haha,” I began my sketch, ”I’ve got an idea.” She left, giving a me don’t-fuck-this-up look and I returned the favor. I pulled my legs into the chair with me, relaxing my drawing pad into my lap.  I heard Take Me Home playing faintly in the distance. She must have turned it on while she was washing the dishes. I don’t know why she does that.

The beautiful voices of “Last First Kiss” filled the room.  I’d been humming along and hadn’t realized my “sketch” became a full on drawing, that she would never allow to become a tattoo for her. Great. I jogged to the kitchen, finding her ipod and absent-mindedly turned to “Little Things”. She looked up curiously, to find my face buried in my sketches again.

“Finished my tat?”

“…And.. done.” I dragged her to the couch and I hopped on it, patting the seat beside me with a bright smile on my face. “Okay,” I flipped to the first drawing facing it to her direction, 
so this was the first-”

“that, no-”

“RIGHT, so I said ‘Hm, simple and small, what should I do, la-lala-la,’ AND SO,” I flipped furiously to the next page jumping to the floor to present it. “TA DA!” She grabbed it from me, bringing it close to her face, analysing. “Uh huh, you like it, you want it, you like it, you can flaunt it,” I chanted dancing around her.  She laughed at me, nodding her head.

“I do like it,” she put in in her lap, “quite a lot. You’ve got me all over this AND managed to keep it simple.”

“Need I seduce you further?” I squinted my eyes, trying to achieve a seductive smolder.

“Please, how will I ever make it to the shop?” She covered her eyes, still laughing. “Let’s go.”

“Jade, you’re gonna get it today?!” I clasped my hands together, so excited I didn’t know what to do with myself. “I need to kiss you!”

“Maybe once,” she held out her hand sophisticatedly.

“Madame,” I pecked the back of her palm, “I dost thank thee, profusely.”

“Ta ta, think nothing of it, my dear.”

We drove to Tyson’s Tattoos where I’d been hanging out for the past few months and “showing my stuff”. I still don’t know who Tyson is; the guy’s name is Jerry.

“Hey Jer, I got you a new client,” I sang, skipping to the counter.

“Hey, I got a new client, too, I’ll tell you about it later, after you fill out the application.” He winked at me. I was confused. What app-

My face lifted as far as possible. “JERRY! Are you offering me, thine humble servant, a job? Here? OH MY GOSH.”  I raced around the counter to and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!”

“3 seconds ago I was still breathing..” I let him go.

“Sorry, I can’t wait, omg I-” my eyes widened and I turned to Jade, “Can I-”

“NO.”

“But-”

“NO.” It was a long shot that she’d let me do her first tat, but whatever. I CAN FINALLY- .I gasped mid thought. I’m a tattoo artist. Oh. My. Gosh.

“Jade, what’d you have in mind for your first one,” Jerry turned to her, his new client.

“WELL, [Y/N] made this for me, Not sure where I shou-”

“On the back of your neck, or your lower back.” I said mechanically. “Both those would be so hot on you, pleaseeeee.”

“Fine, I’ll get it on my neck.”

“No, no, okay the inside of your wrist, that’s where it should go.”

“Alright then. Come on, Jade, I’ll get you done in no time,” they began walking towards the tattooing seats.

“I’ll be there in a minute, gonna add to my portfolio and fill out the app,” I smiled genuinely at Jerry, “Thank you so much, Jer. This is… amazing.”

“Kid, it’s no problem, you’re basically here all the time like an employee anyway.” He smiles back, ”You’re welcome, make me proud.”

“Oh, Jade!” I took out my ipod and its stand, holding it out to her, ”Will you set up my iPod, please?” She took it and walked with Jerry. “Thanks.”

I’d just finished stuffing my portfolio when they reemerged. Jade was smiling from ear to ear as she shoved her wrist in my face. “I LOVE IT.” I jumped, clapping my hands. She hugged me to keep me still.

“Could this day get any more perfect?” I sighed going back to add finishing remarks to my application.

“Kid, you could do our other new client.”

I continued writing as I responded, “Okay, I’m ready, when? Who is it?” At that moment, the bells hanging from the door rang as it opened.

“Hello,” I knew that deep, dripping British voice anywhere. I whipped my head around, eyes wide open, and surely enough I took in the full view of Harry Styles.  I’d never seen him in person. Never thought I would, even if I was studying for the year in London. OH. MY. GOSH.

Jerry approached him, arm extended “Hey, welcome back, know what you want this time?” HE’S BEEN HERE BEFORE? WHERE THE HELL WAS I?

“You know, I still don’t know. Could I perhaps look through your archives again?” He questioned.

“Sure, I’ve got a new one here,” he picked up my portfolio handing it over to Harry and I nearly squealed. I held my breath, as he gazed at my drawings, my sketches, part of me.

“These are nice,” he said widening his eyes, nodding. “Can I get this artist, or what?” Oh, you, sir, can get-

“She’s right here!” Jade chimed in raising my arm. I almost died.

“You did these?” he gestured at the book, smiling at me as he extended his hand to me. “I’m Harry,”

“Hey, I’m [YN]. I just worked, I mean I just started working here like five minutes ago.”

“Technically she doesn’t start until tomorrow,” Jerry chimed in.

“These are amazing,” he closed the book, looking at me, quite closely. I swallowed, I almost felt like he was peering a little further into me than I allow people. “Can I have her?” he asked Jerry. What. Can you what. WHAT.

“Yup, once she turns in her application,” he turned to my hand already holding out the application. “Alright then, he’s all yours.” The terminology of today sure does leave much up to interpretation.

“Okay, follow me,” I led him to the back to the tattooing area.

“Thanks, Jerry,” Harry waved at my new boss, smiling. God, that smile.

He popped into one of the seats, crossing his legs, and opening the book again.”[Y/N], you’re not from here or you have an excellent American accent.” He didn’t blink once as he looked up at me.

“Haha, no I’m from the US. Georgia.”

“Great weather down there, why’d you move to rainy old London,” he laughed.

I began preparing needles and what not, “Studying art and English literature.” I set one needle down, “I heard London’s the place to be for that kind of stuff.” I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know I just sing every once in awhile,” he mocked my shrug.

“Very funny,” I sat the next needle down but managed to knock over my iPod in the process, which turned it on playing “She’s Not Afraid” quite loudly. “oh my gosh..” I mumbled. Harry got up to rescue it, pausing the music. “Thanks,” I said, face burning.

“Sure.. so you’re a fan of One Direction, perhaps?” he said smiling shyly.

“Directioner,” I corrected him, taking my iPod. It was a habit.

He put his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, a smile in his voice.  I looked up from my iPod to find him literally less than a foot from me. His emeralds piercing into my own brown eyes.

I went towards the book, for a reason to move away. I couldn’t possibly stand that close to him for another second without jumping on him. “So, uh, something you want from me, er here. In this book.” I pointed to the book.

“I want words this time, but I don’t know of what,” His gaze shifted to my exposed hip bone. “You’ve got tattoos? How many?”

“Uhm..6” I usually say 5 so that I don’t end up discussing where/what my first one is.. but I think I don’t have to go there.

“I’ve quite a bit, as well,”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” I laughed

“Well, maybe,” he smirked scrunching his eyebrows togethers, “Can I see yours?”

“Hm.. I don’t know,” I smiled

“C’mon! Show me yours, I’ll show you mine? Please?” It’s funny how he thinks ‘I don’t know’ is closer to ‘no’ than ‘yes’. But I’ll play along.

“Oh, alright. This one,” I turned and lifted my shirt my shirt to show my tattoo on my lower back.

“Cute dimples,”

“Okay, Harry.”

“I love them endlessly,” he sang, and didn’t even seem to realize he did, or chose to ignore that he did, so I also didn’t mention it. No one else will ever hear him sing that part of Liam’s verse, oh my gosh.

“So basically, it’s one of those things that show your heartbeat at the hospital, don’t know that they’re called. At first it’s flat where it says in the beginning, but then there’s a heartbeat and it comes to life persay, and in the end it forms a heart where it says in the end. So yeah.. and the arrow, kinda like the heart goes on or whatever.”

“That’s ..brilliant,” he said quietly, I heard him step closer as I felt his fingertips brush over my tattoo. “Did you make this one?”

“Yeah,” I abruptly turned around, pulling my shirt down. “So,” kicked off my right boot, “I got light written on my feet..because I play soccer and I’m well light on my feet, right foot, cause I play right defense.” It sounds weirder when you explain your tattoos.

“That’s right quirky,” he laughed before looking back up to my eyes. Yeah, okay, whatever quirky means.

“And.. I’ve got..” I turned my back towards him again, peeling my shirt off left shoulder. “a cup of tea and the steam is shaped as a musical note because-”

“You love singing,”

“…Yes.” He looked as if he wanted to ask me something else, but he just waved his hand as if to wave away the question.

“That’s for another day. Carry on,” he focused again on my face, holding his hands in front of him, head cocked to one side. Damn, I understood what that lady from Bridesmaid meant when she coined the phrase “climb that like a tree”. I showed my stomach on the left side and he read it out loud. “‘Be Kind. Stay Gold.’ Good words to live by.”

“Okay, I promise this is a coincidence. Don’t freak out,”

“Oh, no, should I be worried?” he laughed, which turned into a silent smile when I showed him my ‘I Can’t Change’. Mine was on the inside of my wrist though.

“Same font and everything.” he took my hand, examining the lettering. “Great minds think alike?”

“They do, don’t they?” I took my hand away slowly, moving back towards the seats.  I gestured for him to come sit down as I picked up my sketchpad again, pencil in hand. I inhaled, waiting for him to ask about that last one. He walked towards me, a questioning look on his face, but he let me get away with it and I exhaled as he slunk into the chair.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Styles?” I’d just have to pull an idea from his mind.

He lowered his eyebrows as his lips stretched into a smile, “is this a therapy session?”

Not unless it’s sex therapy.

“What,”

“What,” I cannot believe I said that out loud.

“I thought you said something..well, what’s on my mind.” Such a close one. “I’ve been on the media’s bad side for quite some time now.” he shrugged, “I wish I could just say it’s not true, and have people believe me, but I don’t know. I don’t mind that much. I mean it’s difficult sometimes, but it comes in the job description.” He gave me a weak smile. My heart broke.

I put my hand on his forearm cautiously, “It’s a shame. Only 18 and it’s okay for these grown men and women to try and rip you apart.” I kind of went to blogger mode, as if I was ranting on my blog at home, “But you never get angry about it..you don’t take it out on the fans. And you don’t stop, Harry. You’re so strong, I mean there’s only so things you can do and there’s so many more things you can’t control. But you don’t complain.. you don’t stop.. You’re amazing.” I sank slowly back into reality and realized we’d just spent the last 2 minutes listening intently and searching each others’ faces, holding our breath. I turned away, breathing in and removing my hand.

I could still feel his eyes on me, as I felt myself burst into flames. “I don’t know about amazing,” he chuckled lowly, “But.. thank you,”

“Mhhm,” was all I could manage to escape my lips.

“I know what I want,” he said sitting back in the chair, pushing his sleeves past his elbows, on both arms.

“Oh, okay, spill,” I relaxed again, as we turned back to familiar ground. I knew all about tattooing, I didn’t know what that was back there.

He folded one more cuff on both arms. “I liked that phrase you said… ‘things you can, things you can’t’.” he looked up at me, “I want ‘Things I Can’ on this arm,” he pointed to his right forearm, “and ‘Things I Can’t’ on the left.” He’s putting words, that came from my mouth. ON HIS ARMS. “..in this font, on page 5 in your book,” he flipped through, pointing out the font.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, I needed to focus. “That’s your final request?”

“I am sure; this is what I want.” He put his arms on the rests, waiting as I took the instrument into my hands.

“Alright then, no sudden movements, you’re my first.”

“Ah, really,” he raised his eyebrows, a subtle smirk played on his lips.

“Client, haha. Geez. What is it y’all say? Cheeky? Very cheeky, Harry.”

“‘Y’all’,” he mocked me playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, keep still,” statuesquely he moved no more. But I couldn’t help laughing at his “serious” expression. We sat in silence for a few minutes as I worked on the first arm.  I could feel his eyes moving from my work to my face, but it didn’t bother me as before. My face still heated up, but I wasn’t on fire. “How’s that,” I asked as I wiped away the excess ink and blood. I turned away to get more ink. But I froze at his next words.

“You’re gonna tell me about that last tattoo,” he said matter-of-factly, sitting up to examine the new work.

“We’ll see,” I said nonchalantly, but truth was my heart began to race.

“Right,” he settled back into the chair, looking at me from under his lids. I turn to his other arm and began. “Why don’t you like it?”

“Well, I did.. at the time. It was my first tattoo, now it’s just stupid and meaningless.. and I hate it.”

“Hate is a strong word,”

“Yet it’s still an understatement.” I sighed, working on the ‘n’  in ‘Things’.

“..is it someone’s name?”

“Might as well be,” I continued working.

“But it’s not, so maybe you could find it a new meaning?”

“Maybe,” I started on the ‘g’, but went a little too deep.

“Ow,”

“I’m sorry,” I wiped away the blood, “Want something to bite on or,”

“Are you offering?” Cheeky.

“I keep muzzles in the back,”

“Quirky and kinky, as well,” he laughed. I squinted my eyes, hitting his shoulder. “Isn’t there a rule about hitting clients or something.”

“There’s no rule against tying them up or gagging them,” I responded smartly.

“So you’re into bondage,” he raised his eyebrows in utter shock.

I threw my head back,“I can’t say anything right today!” I laughed.

“It sounds to me you’re saying all the right things,” he shielded himself playfully with his unoccupied arm, “please don’t hit me again.”

I shook my head, “I will never finish,”

“That’s what I always say,” he winked.

“I am so done with you,”

“Is it words?” he asked, I must’ve looked confused because he went on to explain, “your mystery tattoo, I mean?”

“Oh, yeah. Partly.” I focused again onto finishing his tattoo. But the memories I tried to bury came flooding to the forefront of my mind. I swallowed, trying to hold back the tears I felt stinging the backs of my eyes.

“He was an idiot to let you go,” he announced quietly after a few moments. I looked up to find his eyes already locked on mine.

“That’s what I always say,” I sniffled, weakly smiling. “I’m done now,” I said cleaning his arm. His huge hand covered mine, stopping me.

“Hey.. stop. Remember? There’s so much you can do, and so many things out of your control.. You’re amazing.” Hearing quote me back to myself was already too much, but then he stood up and hugged me to him.  My arms were folded against his chest, so I just laid my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” I whispered. No, I did not end up crying. He held me for a few minutes, and I didn’t get anxious or feel uncomfortable like before.  It felt.. nice. He let me go, and I went to get bandages for his arms.

I’d finished taping him up, and he had that look on his face again, like he wanted to ask me something, but wasn’t sure how I’d respond.

I sighed with a small sigh, “You wanna see it, don’t you?”

“Can I?” I didn’t answer, I just turned around and lifted my shirt passed the clasps of my bra. I heard him move towards me and felt his warm hand maneuver the clasps out of the way of his view of my tat.  It was in the upper center of my back. It read in cursive ‘we were’ and in bold print ‘strangers’ followed by an arrow that pointed to a solid black heart. Underneath, a ‘-’ followed by a script “H”.

“H?”

“Hunter.” I heard him breathe out quietly, as he positioned my clasps and shirt back.

“We could find new meaning for this tattoo,” he said shyly, with the trace of a smile on his lips. He looked at his watch.

“We?” I repeated dumbfoundedly.

“Will you have lunch with me?”

“I can do lunch,” I checked my own watch, smiling.

He took my hand, the one that said ‘Can’t Change’. “Great, I’ll wait outside,” he said, kissing my palm as he looked up at me. He walked back towards the front of the shop. I heard him and Jerry discussing his new tats. I heard the bells of the door as he opened it.

“Glad you came, will you be coming back?” Jerry asked.

“As long as she’ll do my tats,” he replied.  I heard the smile in his voice as he said those words. The day just got even more perfect.

-Anonymous

Things I Can, Things I Can’t

“But you already have like 5, how many do you need!?” My friend threw her hands in the air, she found my obsession with drawing tattoos unfathomable, and my increasing desire to put them on myself insane.

“Haha, look at it this way, it’s a way of getting references. I wanna be an artist, right?” I threw my owns hands up, “I gotta get some cred.”

“But why tattoos?”

“People wear tats. They WILL be seen by other people. It’s the easiest way to show what you’ve got to a bunch of people.” She shook her head, smiling. She passes me my drawing book off the table, passing it to me gently along with a colored ink pen.

“You’ve always impressed me, now…Impress me. And I’ll get it.” she shrugged carelessly, but the following smirk told me she was being serious.

“Seriously!?” Excitedly I jumped up to hug her, I’d been trying to get her to get one months! Especially one I designed. I sat back, exhaling. Relaxing my fingers, staring at her for a moment. “What do -”

“Na uh,” she wagged her finger at me. “Impress me.”

“Haha, oh no, alright.” I relaxed again, trying to penetrate into my oldest memories of us, trying to pull together an abstract idea of everything that means so much to her. Love. She’d want something relative to love. She’d been dating her boyfriend for 2 years now, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a symbol, it’s not like they’re breaking up EVER. And time. She was an adamant believer that time was man-made yet she’s very conscious of it. BUT she was also a simple person, so I couldn’t go all out. Hm. I could work with that.

“Harry got another tattoo,” she said trying to distract me. Oh what I’d give to tattoo him, that is after I take his perfect-curly-haired ass and-

“He’s back in London,”

“Okay you can go, haha,” I began my sketch, ”I’ve got an idea.” She left, giving a me don’t-fuck-this-up look and I returned the favor. I pulled my legs into the chair with me, relaxing my drawing pad into my lap. I heard Take Me Home playing faintly in the distance. She must have turned it on while she was washing the dishes. I don’t know why she does that.

The beautiful voices of “Last First Kiss” filled the room. I’d been humming along and hadn’t realized my “sketch” became a full on drawing, that she would never allow to become a tattoo for her. Great. I jogged to the kitchen, finding her ipod and absent-mindedly turned to “Little Things”. She looked up curiously, to find my face buried in my sketches again.

“Finished my tat?”

“…And.. done.” I dragged her to the couch and I hopped on it, patting the seat beside me with a bright smile on my face. “Okay,” I flipped to the first drawing facing it to her direction,
so this was the first-”

“that, no-”

“RIGHT, so I said ‘Hm, simple and small, what should I do, la-lala-la,’ AND SO,” I flipped furiously to the next page jumping to the floor to present it. “TA DA!” She grabbed it from me, bringing it close to her face, analysing. “Uh huh, you like it, you want it, you like it, you can flaunt it,” I chanted dancing around her. She laughed at me, nodding her head.

“I do like it,” she put in in her lap, “quite a lot. You’ve got me all over this AND managed to keep it simple.”

“Need I seduce you further?” I squinted my eyes, trying to achieve a seductive smolder.

“Please, how will I ever make it to the shop?” She covered her eyes, still laughing. “Let’s go.”

“Jade, you’re gonna get it today?!” I clasped my hands together, so excited I didn’t know what to do with myself. “I need to kiss you!”

“Maybe once,” she held out her hand sophisticatedly.

“Madame,” I pecked the back of her palm, “I dost thank thee, profusely.”

“Ta ta, think nothing of it, my dear.”

We drove to Tyson’s Tattoos where I’d been hanging out for the past few months and “showing my stuff”. I still don’t know who Tyson is; the guy’s name is Jerry.

“Hey Jer, I got you a new client,” I sang, skipping to the counter.

“Hey, I got a new client, too, I’ll tell you about it later, after you fill out the application.” He winked at me. I was confused. What app-

My face lifted as far as possible. “JERRY! Are you offering me, thine humble servant, a job? Here? OH MY GOSH.” I raced around the counter to and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!”

“3 seconds ago I was still breathing..” I let him go.

“Sorry, I can’t wait, omg I-” my eyes widened and I turned to Jade, “Can I-”

“NO.”

“But-”

“NO.” It was a long shot that she’d let me do her first tat, but whatever. I CAN FINALLY- .I gasped mid thought. I’m a tattoo artist. Oh. My. Gosh.

“Jade, what’d you have in mind for your first one,” Jerry turned to her, his new client.

“WELL, [Y/N] made this for me, Not sure where I shou-”

“On the back of your neck, or your lower back.” I said mechanically. “Both those would be so hot on you, pleaseeeee.”

“Fine, I’ll get it on my neck.”

“No, no, okay the inside of your wrist, that’s where it should go.”

“Alright then. Come on, Jade, I’ll get you done in no time,” they began walking towards the tattooing seats.

“I’ll be there in a minute, gonna add to my portfolio and fill out the app,” I smiled genuinely at Jerry, “Thank you so much, Jer. This is… amazing.”

“Kid, it’s no problem, you’re basically here all the time like an employee anyway.” He smiles back, ”You’re welcome, make me proud.”

“Oh, Jade!” I took out my ipod and its stand, holding it out to her, ”Will you set up my iPod, please?” She took it and walked with Jerry. “Thanks.”

I’d just finished stuffing my portfolio when they reemerged. Jade was smiling from ear to ear as she shoved her wrist in my face. “I LOVE IT.” I jumped, clapping my hands. She hugged me to keep me still.

“Could this day get any more perfect?” I sighed going back to add finishing remarks to my application.

“Kid, you could do our other new client.”

I continued writing as I responded, “Okay, I’m ready, when? Who is it?” At that moment, the bells hanging from the door rang as it opened.

“Hello,” I knew that deep, dripping British voice anywhere. I whipped my head around, eyes wide open, and surely enough I took in the full view of Harry Styles. I’d never seen him in person. Never thought I would, even if I was studying for the year in London. OH. MY. GOSH.

Jerry approached him, arm extended “Hey, welcome back, know what you want this time?” HE’S BEEN HERE BEFORE? WHERE THE HELL WAS I?

“You know, I still don’t know. Could I perhaps look through your archives again?” He questioned.

“Sure, I’ve got a new one here,” he picked up my portfolio handing it over to Harry and I nearly squealed. I held my breath, as he gazed at my drawings, my sketches, part of me.

“These are nice,” he said widening his eyes, nodding. “Can I get this artist, or what?” Oh, you, sir, can get-

“She’s right here!” Jade chimed in raising my arm. I almost died.

“You did these?” he gestured at the book, smiling at me as he extended his hand to me. “I’m Harry,”

“Hey, I’m [YN]. I just worked, I mean I just started working here like five minutes ago.”

“Technically she doesn’t start until tomorrow,” Jerry chimed in.

“These are amazing,” he closed the book, looking at me, quite closely. I swallowed, I almost felt like he was peering a little further into me than I allow people. “Can I have her?” he asked Jerry. What. Can you what. WHAT.

“Yup, once she turns in her application,” he turned to my hand already holding out the application. “Alright then, he’s all yours.” The terminology of today sure does leave much up to interpretation.

“Okay, follow me,” I led him to the back to the tattooing area.

“Thanks, Jerry,” Harry waved at my new boss, smiling. God, that smile.

He popped into one of the seats, crossing his legs, and opening the book again.”[Y/N], you’re not from here or you have an excellent American accent.” He didn’t blink once as he looked up at me.

“Haha, no I’m from the US. Georgia.”

“Great weather down there, why’d you move to rainy old London,” he laughed.

I began preparing needles and what not, “Studying art and English literature.” I set one needle down, “I heard London’s the place to be for that kind of stuff.” I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know I just sing every once in awhile,” he mocked my shrug.

“Very funny,” I sat the next needle down but managed to knock over my iPod in the process, which turned it on playing “She’s Not Afraid” quite loudly. “oh my gosh..” I mumbled. Harry got up to rescue it, pausing the music. “Thanks,” I said, face burning.

“Sure.. so you’re a fan of One Direction, perhaps?” he said smiling shyly.

“Directioner,” I corrected him, taking my iPod. It was a habit.

He put his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, a smile in his voice. I looked up from my iPod to find him literally less than a foot from me. His emeralds piercing into my own brown eyes.

I went towards the book, for a reason to move away. I couldn’t possibly stand that close to him for another second without jumping on him. “So, uh, something you want from me, er here. In this book.” I pointed to the book.

“I want words this time, but I don’t know of what,” His gaze shifted to my exposed hip bone. “You’ve got tattoos? How many?”

“Uhm..6” I usually say 5 so that I don’t end up discussing where/what my first one is.. but I think I don’t have to go there.

“I’ve quite a bit, as well,”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” I laughed

“Well, maybe,” he smirked scrunching his eyebrows togethers, “Can I see yours?”

“Hm.. I don’t know,” I smiled

“C’mon! Show me yours, I’ll show you mine? Please?” It’s funny how he thinks ‘I don’t know’ is closer to ‘no’ than ‘yes’. But I’ll play along.

“Oh, alright. This one,” I turned and lifted my shirt my shirt to show my tattoo on my lower back.

“Cute dimples,”

“Okay, Harry.”

“I love them endlessly,” he sang, and didn’t even seem to realize he did, or chose to ignore that he did, so I also didn’t mention it. No one else will ever hear him sing that part of Liam’s verse, oh my gosh.

“So basically, it’s one of those things that show your heartbeat at the hospital, don’t know that they’re called. At first it’s flat where it says in the beginning, but then there’s a heartbeat and it comes to life persay, and in the end it forms a heart where it says in the end. So yeah.. and the arrow, kinda like the heart goes on or whatever.”

“That’s ..brilliant,” he said quietly, I heard him step closer as I felt his fingertips brush over my tattoo. “Did you make this one?”

“Yeah,” I abruptly turned around, pulling my shirt down. “So,” kicked off my right boot, “I got light written on my feet..because I play soccer and I’m well light on my feet, right foot, cause I play right defense.” It sounds weirder when you explain your tattoos.

“That’s right quirky,” he laughed before looking back up to my eyes. Yeah, okay, whatever quirky means.

“And.. I’ve got..” I turned my back towards him again, peeling my shirt off left shoulder. “a cup of tea and the steam is shaped as a musical note because-”

“You love singing,”

“…Yes.” He looked as if he wanted to ask me something else, but he just waved his hand as if to wave away the question.

“That’s for another day. Carry on,” he focused again on my face, holding his hands in front of him, head cocked to one side. Damn, I understood what that lady from Bridesmaid meant when she coined the phrase “climb that like a tree”. I showed my stomach on the left side and he read it out loud. “‘Be Kind. Stay Gold.’ Good words to live by.”

“Okay, I promise this is a coincidence. Don’t freak out,”

“Oh, no, should I be worried?” he laughed, which turned into a silent smile when I showed him my ‘I Can’t Change’. Mine was on the inside of my wrist though.

“Same font and everything.” he took my hand, examining the lettering. “Great minds think alike?”

“They do, don’t they?” I took my hand away slowly, moving back towards the seats. I gestured for him to come sit down as I picked up my sketchpad again, pencil in hand. I inhaled, waiting for him to ask about that last one. He walked towards me, a questioning look on his face, but he let me get away with it and I exhaled as he slunk into the chair.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Styles?” I’d just have to pull an idea from his mind.

He lowered his eyebrows as his lips stretched into a smile, “is this a therapy session?”

Not unless it’s sex therapy.

“What,”

“What,” I cannot believe I said that out loud.

“I thought you said something..well, what’s on my mind.” Such a close one. “I’ve been on the media’s bad side for quite some time now.” he shrugged, “I wish I could just say it’s not true, and have people believe me, but I don’t know. I don’t mind that much. I mean it’s difficult sometimes, but it comes in the job description.” He gave me a weak smile. My heart broke.

I put my hand on his forearm cautiously, “It’s a shame. Only 18 and it’s okay for these grown men and women to try and rip you apart.” I kind of went to blogger mode, as if I was ranting on my blog at home, “But you never get angry about it..you don’t take it out on the fans. And you don’t stop, Harry. You’re so strong, I mean there’s only so things you can do and there’s so many more things you can’t control. But you don’t complain.. you don’t stop.. You’re amazing.” I sank slowly back into reality and realized we’d just spent the last 2 minutes listening intently and searching each others’ faces, holding our breath. I turned away, breathing in and removing my hand.

I could still feel his eyes on me, as I felt myself burst into flames. “I don’t know about amazing,” he chuckled lowly, “But.. thank you,”

“Mhhm,” was all I could manage to escape my lips.

“I know what I want,” he said sitting back in the chair, pushing his sleeves past his elbows, on both arms.

“Oh, okay, spill,” I relaxed again, as we turned back to familiar ground. I knew all about tattooing, I didn’t know what that was back there.

He folded one more cuff on both arms. “I liked that phrase you said… ‘things you can, things you can’t’.” he looked up at me, “I want ‘Things I Can’ on this arm,” he pointed to his right forearm, “and ‘Things I Can’t’ on the left.” He’s putting words, that came from my mouth. ON HIS ARMS. “..in this font, on page 5 in your book,” he flipped through, pointing out the font.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, I needed to focus. “That’s your final request?”

“I am sure; this is what I want.” He put his arms on the rests, waiting as I took the instrument into my hands.

“Alright then, no sudden movements, you’re my first.”

“Ah, really,” he raised his eyebrows, a subtle smirk played on his lips.

“Client, haha. Geez. What is it y’all say? Cheeky? Very cheeky, Harry.”

“‘Y’all’,” he mocked me playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, keep still,” statuesquely he moved no more. But I couldn’t help laughing at his “serious” expression. We sat in silence for a few minutes as I worked on the first arm. I could feel his eyes moving from my work to my face, but it didn’t bother me as before. My face still heated up, but I wasn’t on fire. “How’s that,” I asked as I wiped away the excess ink and blood. I turned away to get more ink. But I froze at his next words.

“You’re gonna tell me about that last tattoo,” he said matter-of-factly, sitting up to examine the new work.

“We’ll see,” I said nonchalantly, but truth was my heart began to race.

“Right,” he settled back into the chair, looking at me from under his lids. I turn to his other arm and began. “Why don’t you like it?”

“Well, I did.. at the time. It was my first tattoo, now it’s just stupid and meaningless.. and I hate it.”

“Hate is a strong word,”

“Yet it’s still an understatement.” I sighed, working on the ‘n’ in ‘Things’.

“..is it someone’s name?”

“Might as well be,” I continued working.

“But it’s not, so maybe you could find it a new meaning?”

“Maybe,” I started on the ‘g’, but went a little too deep.

“Ow,”

“I’m sorry,” I wiped away the blood, “Want something to bite on or,”

“Are you offering?” Cheeky.

“I keep muzzles in the back,”

“Quirky and kinky, as well,” he laughed. I squinted my eyes, hitting his shoulder. “Isn’t there a rule about hitting clients or something.”

“There’s no rule against tying them up or gagging them,” I responded smartly.

“So you’re into bondage,” he raised his eyebrows in utter shock.

I threw my head back,“I can’t say anything right today!” I laughed.

“It sounds to me you’re saying all the right things,” he shielded himself playfully with his unoccupied arm, “please don’t hit me again.”

I shook my head, “I will never finish,”

“That’s what I always say,” he winked.

“I am so done with you,”

“Is it words?” he asked, I must’ve looked confused because he went on to explain, “your mystery tattoo, I mean?”

“Oh, yeah. Partly.” I focused again onto finishing his tattoo. But the memories I tried to bury came flooding to the forefront of my mind. I swallowed, trying to hold back the tears I felt stinging the backs of my eyes.

“He was an idiot to let you go,” he announced quietly after a few moments. I looked up to find his eyes already locked on mine.

“That’s what I always say,” I sniffled, weakly smiling. “I’m done now,” I said cleaning his arm. His huge hand covered mine, stopping me.

“Hey.. stop. Remember? There’s so much you can do, and so many things out of your control.. You’re amazing.” Hearing quote me back to myself was already too much, but then he stood up and hugged me to him. My arms were folded against his chest, so I just laid my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” I whispered. No, I did not end up crying. He held me for a few minutes, and I didn’t get anxious or feel uncomfortable like before. It felt.. nice. He let me go, and I went to get bandages for his arms.

I’d finished taping him up, and he had that look on his face again, like he wanted to ask me something, but wasn’t sure how I’d respond.

I sighed with a small sigh, “You wanna see it, don’t you?”

“Can I?” I didn’t answer, I just turned around and lifted my shirt passed the clasps of my bra. I heard him move towards me and felt his warm hand maneuver the clasps out of the way of his view of my tat. It was in the upper center of my back. It read in cursive ‘we were’ and in bold print ‘strangers’ followed by an arrow that pointed to a solid black heart. Underneath, a ‘-’ followed by a script “H”.

“H?”

“Hunter.” I heard him breathe out quietly, as he positioned my clasps and shirt back.

“We could find new meaning for this tattoo,” he said shyly, with the trace of a smile on his lips. He looked at his watch.

“We?” I repeated dumbfoundedly.

“Will you have lunch with me?”

“I can do lunch,” I checked my own watch, smiling.

He took my hand, the one that said ‘Can’t Change’. “Great, I’ll wait outside,” he said, kissing my palm as he looked up at me. He walked back towards the front of the shop. I heard him and Jerry discussing his new tats. I heard the bells of the door as he opened it.

“Glad you came, will you be coming back?” Jerry asked.

“As long as she’ll do my tats,” he replied. I heard the smile in his voice as he said those words. The day just got even more perfect.

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“Babe are you okay?” Niall asked me over the phone. “Yeah I’m okay right now, but I’m so nervous about these tornado warnings on the news.” I sat in my bath tub and bit my nails as the wind rattled against the walls. “Okay sweetheart don’t worry I’m heading over to our house right now, now listen to me I want you to stay in the bathroom and don’t open the door for anyone, okay love?” “Okay Niall please hurry!” “I’m like ten minutes away. Don’t worry  (Y/N) I love you.” “I love you too Niall.”

As I rested in the tub I couldn’t help but worry not only was a tornado heading our way but I found out I was pregnant today and I didn’t know how to tell Niall. I played with my wedding ring sliding it up and down my fingers, playing out scenarios in my head. I rocked back and forth in the bath tub rubbing my stomach waiting for Niall to walk through that door and comfort me, it felt like hours had gone by since we spoke on the phone. 

Finally Niall opened the bathroom door and smiled at me. “I brought some stuff!” He opened his bag and pulled out a some candles, matches, water, a ton of junk food and lastly some blankets and pillows. I slowly got up and kissed him long and hard. “Woah (Y/N) someones happy to see me!” I held onto him and he nuzzled his head against my neck. 

I stood and watched as he filled the tub with all the throw pillows we had and covered it in blankets, the shower radio said the tornado was heading right our way. He sat down and I followed him in and rested my back against his chest. “Niall, I umm have something to tell you…” I started to fiddle with my wedding ring again as he massaged my shoulders, “Whats the matter babe?” 

“I’m pregnant…” I mumbled and stared at my toes. “Speak up babe, can’t hear you!” I got up from the tub and opened the drawer pulling out my positive pregnancy test, I handed it to him and stared at his face. “Wait, (Y/N) you’re pregnant?” I nodded. “Baby thats great!! Oh my god we’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a daddy!” He jumped up from the tub and held me tightly in his arms. “God I love you (Y/N).” He whispered in my ear and kissed me on my cheek. “I’m so relieved Niall, I was worried you would be upset!” He grabbed my chin and lifted it to meet me in the eyes, “Sweetheart I could never be upset about a baby.” I kissed him again and he kissed me back gently.

The sirens stopped and he rubbed my stomach lovingly, “(Y/N) do you think we can make love?” I looked up at him and smiled, “I think we can, I called my doctor this morning and she said sexual activity is perfectly fine and won’t harm the baby.” He picked me up and gently laid me on our bed, kissing me lightly. He then lifted my sweater over me and softly kissed my collarbone and neck as his hands slid off my sweatpants. Then as he leaned in to give me another kiss his hand resting on my thigh, the power went out. We both started to laugh, “Wait right there love!” Niall kicked off his shoes and ran into the hallway.

He returned with all the candles in our house held clumsily in his arms. I started to get up to help him but he ordered me to lay back down. He quickly placed each of them around our bed and lit them causing a nice glow to surround us. “Ah thats better, now where were we?” He smiled cheekily and undressed in front of me. “Get over here now!” I wanted him so badly. He looked so cute, his hair was still windswept from outside. 

Slowly he walked over to me and un did my bra kissing me all over my chest, holding my breast tenderly slowly massaging them as he kissed my nipples. “Are you ready?” he asked for my permission, something he had never done before. I nodded and led his fingers to my entrance he took off my panties, and started to massage my clit, soft and gently, “You look beautiful” my adoring husband whispered in my ear as he placed his erection inside of me. 

I moaned softly as he eased himself into me and then slowly moved back and forth. I kissed him and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. All his movements were gentle and I started to feel myself fall into a climax. I wanted him to go faster but he stayed the same speed, gentle and slow, kissing, and running his fingers through my hair, resting against my body. It started to build and finally I reached my orgasm and he followed right after me. 

As he laid next to me I rested my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. The tornado had passed our city peacefully and the sun was setting outside our window. I looked up at Niall as he ran his fingers in circles around my belly, smiling. 
-Anonymous

“Babe are you okay?” Niall asked me over the phone. “Yeah I’m okay right now, but I’m so nervous about these tornado warnings on the news.” I sat in my bath tub and bit my nails as the wind rattled against the walls. “Okay sweetheart don’t worry I’m heading over to our house right now, now listen to me I want you to stay in the bathroom and don’t open the door for anyone, okay love?” “Okay Niall please hurry!” “I’m like ten minutes away. Don’t worry (Y/N) I love you.” “I love you too Niall.”

As I rested in the tub I couldn’t help but worry not only was a tornado heading our way but I found out I was pregnant today and I didn’t know how to tell Niall. I played with my wedding ring sliding it up and down my fingers, playing out scenarios in my head. I rocked back and forth in the bath tub rubbing my stomach waiting for Niall to walk through that door and comfort me, it felt like hours had gone by since we spoke on the phone.

Finally Niall opened the bathroom door and smiled at me. “I brought some stuff!” He opened his bag and pulled out a some candles, matches, water, a ton of junk food and lastly some blankets and pillows. I slowly got up and kissed him long and hard. “Woah (Y/N) someones happy to see me!” I held onto him and he nuzzled his head against my neck.

I stood and watched as he filled the tub with all the throw pillows we had and covered it in blankets, the shower radio said the tornado was heading right our way. He sat down and I followed him in and rested my back against his chest. “Niall, I umm have something to tell you…” I started to fiddle with my wedding ring again as he massaged my shoulders, “Whats the matter babe?”

“I’m pregnant…” I mumbled and stared at my toes. “Speak up babe, can’t hear you!” I got up from the tub and opened the drawer pulling out my positive pregnancy test, I handed it to him and stared at his face. “Wait, (Y/N) you’re pregnant?” I nodded. “Baby thats great!! Oh my god we’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a daddy!” He jumped up from the tub and held me tightly in his arms. “God I love you (Y/N).” He whispered in my ear and kissed me on my cheek. “I’m so relieved Niall, I was worried you would be upset!” He grabbed my chin and lifted it to meet me in the eyes, “Sweetheart I could never be upset about a baby.” I kissed him again and he kissed me back gently.

The sirens stopped and he rubbed my stomach lovingly, “(Y/N) do you think we can make love?” I looked up at him and smiled, “I think we can, I called my doctor this morning and she said sexual activity is perfectly fine and won’t harm the baby.” He picked me up and gently laid me on our bed, kissing me lightly. He then lifted my sweater over me and softly kissed my collarbone and neck as his hands slid off my sweatpants. Then as he leaned in to give me another kiss his hand resting on my thigh, the power went out. We both started to laugh, “Wait right there love!” Niall kicked off his shoes and ran into the hallway.

He returned with all the candles in our house held clumsily in his arms. I started to get up to help him but he ordered me to lay back down. He quickly placed each of them around our bed and lit them causing a nice glow to surround us. “Ah thats better, now where were we?” He smiled cheekily and undressed in front of me. “Get over here now!” I wanted him so badly. He looked so cute, his hair was still windswept from outside.

Slowly he walked over to me and un did my bra kissing me all over my chest, holding my breast tenderly slowly massaging them as he kissed my nipples. “Are you ready?” he asked for my permission, something he had never done before. I nodded and led his fingers to my entrance he took off my panties, and started to massage my clit, soft and gently, “You look beautiful” my adoring husband whispered in my ear as he placed his erection inside of me.

I moaned softly as he eased himself into me and then slowly moved back and forth. I kissed him and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. All his movements were gentle and I started to feel myself fall into a climax. I wanted him to go faster but he stayed the same speed, gentle and slow, kissing, and running his fingers through my hair, resting against my body. It started to build and finally I reached my orgasm and he followed right after me.

As he laid next to me I rested my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. The tornado had passed our city peacefully and the sun was setting outside our window. I looked up at Niall as he ran his fingers in circles around my belly, smiling.
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