and his tattoo is amazing


Kevin stood calm and quiet until a referee opened the door for them.  Before he stepped on Kevin tapped the butt of his racquet against the floor and passed his stick to his other hand. He strode to half-court head high and left-handed, and the crowd went wild.

anime-askim-mimi  asked:

tbh i might get a tatoo just bc of you and kei (since i have the permission of both of you and everyone loved your art) it's kei's yuri and your vitya 😍

[siren noises in the bg] H OLY SHIT……………………

p-tired  asked:

please talk about He's armpit-area tattoos















Goddammit I can’t form proper words rn I’m such an emotional rollercoaster from 6h queuing in cold and rain and Gee’s smile and handshake AND signed first The Umbrella Academy volume. Holy. Shit. I’m. Dying. Satisfied.

Cake Batter Fun

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Hey babe can you come in here?” I yelled into the living room and Harry came walking in with a smile on his face.

“Yea?” he asked.

“Can you reach that cake mix, I want to make a cake,” I said standing on my tippy toes trying to get the cake mix out of the back of the cupboard.

“Why are you making a cake?” he asked easily grabbing the box without even standing on his tippy toes.

“I don’t know I’m bored and I want something sweet,” I said and he nodded and went to hand me the box, holding it out I reached for it just as he jerked it back, a snicker leaving his perfect red lips.

“Babe,” I whined.

“Kiss first,” he said with a pout and I giggled as he stepped forward and pressed my back into the counter and kissed my lips, my hands wrapping around his neck and kissing back. I pushed on his chest a few moments later and he stepped back, handing me the box and walking around the counter to sit.

“So what your just going to watch me? and then except a piece later?” I asked and he nodded with a gleam in his eye, “come on you can help.” He sighed and got up and walked back around the table to me.

“On one condition,” he said and I looked at him with my eye brows raised in question. He reached back into the cupboard and came out with an apron.

“Harry I really don’t care if this shirt gets dirty,” I said.

“No you wear this with no shirt, or bra,” he said with a devious grin that exposed his dimple and I rolled my eyes.

“Fine but then you have to bake with no shirt on too,” I said and he pulled his shirt over his head like it was no big deal, I starred at his long torso, amazing v-lines and tattoos for a few moments till he snapped his fingers in my face and handed me the apron. I slid off the t-shirt I was wearing and turned my back to him teasingly as I slid off my bra and tied the apron into place, it just barely covered my nipples and it felt weird cooking food like this.

“Perfect…” he breathed when I turned around and I could feel my whole face turning red. I pulled some bowls and a cake pan out of the cupboard, and handed him the box.

“Get these ingredients,” I said and he nodded, walking to the fridge and getting the milk and eggs out. I poured the batter into the bowl and felt Harry graze my breast as he reached past me and poured the milk into the bowl, making me gasp and a pleasurable feeling to travel between my legs.

“Harry,” I warned and I felt his warm breath on my neck before he gently kissed it and sucked at the skin as his body pressed against my back and he cracked the two eggs into the bowl. I took the spoon in my hand trying to ignore the sucking and kissing on my bare back and neck and I stirred the batter till it was evened out and smooth. I turned towards Harry and pushed on him to walk to the stove and turn it on, I bent down to make sure there was nothing inside and I felt something wet and sticky land on my back before a tongue was licking it up. I straightened up and turned to see Harry smiling and licking his lips before he suddenly reached out and wiped batter on my nose.

“Harry!” I gasped and he laughed his adorable hyena laugh.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry babe,” he faked innocence and leaned in and licked a strip across my nose, making me cringe but get excited at the same time.

“Oh it’s fine,” I lied walking past him nonchalantly to scoop and finger full of batter out of the bowl and turn and lob it at his chest, splattering across the tan and smooth skin.

“Y/n!” he yelled shocked and I chuckled as his features softened and he motioned me forward with his finger. I walked forward and looked in his eyes briefly before I leaned down and ate the batter off his abs, chest and nipples, making a small moan escape his lips as I grazed over his nipples with my tongue.

“Ok no more, or we won’t have any for the cake,” I warned and he nodded. I walked over and poured the batter into the pan, smoothing it out just as he swooped in and wiped it across my face and side. I squealed and jumped to the side grabbing a handful I chucked it at him and it wet flying across his face and the floor. He then grabbed a handful and did the same, coating me in the thick sticky liquid.

“Harry Edward Styles! stop right now!” I yelled but I must not have sounded too convincing cause he lunged forward and grabbed me, slipping on the batter on the floor and tumbling down, landing on top of me, his arms the only things supporting his weight on either side of my head.

“I wanna lick it all off,” he said in a seductive tone and I felt my legs clenching together to stop the pleasure that was about to release a moan. He started with the small splattering of batter on my face, kissing and licking it off gently then he reached behind me neck and untied the apron, pulling it away from my breasts he kissed and licked at my nipples, making my back arch and grunts to escape my lips. He licked down my stomach, past my belly button and slid my sweats off, leaving me lying on the batter dirty floor in only my underwear. I felt his warm breath between my legs on my thighs and I spread my legs, asking for more attention. He kissed at my clothed center and I could feel the wetness pooling there, waiting for his touch. I watched him reach up onto the counter and come back with another handful of batter smearing it across my thighs and stomach he began eating it off me again, making me moan when his tongue dipped between my legs a little lower and his tongue lapped at my nipples again. He pulled my underwear off and immediately assaulted my clit, rolling his tongue up and down it and then disappearing to please my entrance for a few seconds before rubbing his tongue over my clit again and again. I felt his two fingers enter me and I lost my cool, holding in my moans didn’t seem like a good idea any more.

“Shit Harry, right there,” I moaned as he found a steady rhythm with his fingers and his tongue, flicking my clit recklessly.

“Shit babe I’m getting close,” I moaned and it all stopped, making me whimper at the untouched and lonely feeling. He crawled up my body unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans as he did so. Laying on top of me in only his boxers, his hard erection pressing through the fabric into my thigh. I thrust my hips up giving him some friction and he moaned, his mouth attaching to mine and kissing me deep and hard. His tongue slid into my mouth and I moaned, feeling our tongues dancing seductively. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I grabbed onto the back of his head, tangling my sticky hands into the curls on the nape of his neck.

“Suck my dick baby,” he moaned into my ear and I pushed him off of me and onto the floor where I had been laying. I removed his boxers and reached for a little batter, coating his dick I winked at him before I slid my mouth down onto him, tasting the chocolately cake batter instantly. I moaned at the weird sensation the batter added and he ended up groaning, feeling my moan vibrate his hard cock.

“God yes Y/N, clean up all the batter on my cock babe,” he said and I bobbed my head, swallowing around him and tasting the batter go down my throat. I cupped his balls in my other hand and kneaded and messaged them gently making his hips buck up and his cock to slid to the back of my throat many times.

“Shit baby I’m close,” he said pushing on my head and I removed from his now clean dick with a pop. He roughly laid me back down on the floor and positioned himself between my legs, leaning down and kissing me, letting his tip prod and tease my entrance before I shifted and the tip slid inside of me.

“Mnmm yes Y/N your so warm,” he moaned sitting up and grabbing my hips and shoving the rest of the way inside me, giving me no time to adjust to his size before he was rapidly and roughly slamming into my pussy.

“God yes Harry,” I moaned feeling his dick dragging in and out of me giving me extreme pleasure.

“Your so tight,” he moaned against my collar bone and I could feel him sucking a purple mark into my skin.

“Harry faster,” I moaned feeling the warm heat tightening in the pit of my stomach and I so badly wanting him to pound right into my g-spot.

“Shit Harry yes!” I screamed feeling his tip hit my g-spot dead on, he moved his hips so that he was hitting it with every thrust and I literally thought I’d see stars any moment. I started to move my hips against his giving him all new angles and making my pussy clench around him.

“Fuck Y/N don’t stop,” he moaned and I gripped my nails into his shoulders and moved my hips as fast as he was thrusting his achingly hard cock inside me.

“God Harry I’m getting close,” I moaned and all he could do was nod, too many moans escaping his lips to talk.

“Shit Y/n I’m cumming,” he moaned as I felt his warm liquid releasing inside me, making me closer to the edge. He reached between our bodies as he rode out his high and ran his thumb over my clit, messaging figure eights into the nub.

“Yes Harry I’m cumming, don’t stop,” I moaned as he picked up the pace on his thrusting and rubbing. I came onto his cock hard and long and then he was pulling out and collapsing onto the floor next to me, dried cake batter in his curls and on his cheek.

“I could go for some cake now,” he said and I rolled my eyes and laughed, getting up I slid my apron back on and worked around him on the floor finishing our much smaller cake.

anonymous asked:

What tattoos does Gavriel have, I can't remember? You seem like the right person to ask since Gavriel is yours 😉

Best anon of the year award goes to….
One of the best questions I’ve ever received, my lord. In HoF Gavriel comes to Mistward to have Rowan ink him, like Rowan inked his own face after Lydia’s death, in honor of the brethren he lost in some battle. It’s probably not the first time he’s done this, since Rowan doesn’t question why he’s here and he just grabs what he needs like it’s nothing. But that day Gavriel got tattoos on his left pectoral, ribs, and hip (pg. 274 of HoF) and I swear to god….yes Rowan’s face tattoos are hard core. But Gavriel has NECK tattoos. Like a choker, but made of tattoos.

Teach You - Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what? She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different. So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different?
Words: ca. 700
Warnings: None

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The Recovery

Summary: A couple of days after your surgery you wake up to find your crush, Jace Wayland (ShadowHunters) sleeping in the chair across from you. You find out that he actually like you too. 

Pairings: Jace Wayland x Reader 

Warnings: None, all this is fluffy 

Word Count: 992

A/N: My friend recently had surgery and she loves Jace so this is for you sweetheart, hope you feel better. Oh and I am sorry that I did this so late! Let me know if you want a part 2. Also if you would like to be added to my tag list let me know. Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by lightshadowood

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Winter Bones [ Jeon Jungkook ] 1/3

Originally posted by kdramagif


Rating : PG-13  | Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Summary: SOULMATE AU!   “It won’t disappear, you know. The pain?” She added with a knowing smile as she gestured her chin towards his mark. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.  “It just gets less painful. But it won’t disappear.”

A.N : Set in the same universe as hymne à l'amour  Let me know what you think! Not really proof-read to there may be some mistakes (Will edit more later)



Jungkook’s soulmate’s name appeared on his nineteenth birthday, a minimalistic typography that looked more like some aesthetic tattoos his classmates had gotten during a summer break instead of a soulmate mark. He expected searing hot pain on his wrist that morning, or a prickling sensation that his friends had felt when they got their mark. He even half-expected nothing, preparing himself to live a life without a mark like one of his friend whom he loved so dearly. No one told him about the sharp and icy pain on his wrist right before the mark appeared. Not even Seokjin, who gave him a complete lecture on soulmate, told him about a dark blue mark and the biting pain that reminded him of a winter day. It took him a minute to noticed the name written on his wrist, another minute to felt his heart sank, and an hour spent in the bathroom, trying to scrub away the name, leaving his wrist red and raw.

Jimin was the first one to caught a glimpse of his mark that day, despite Jungkook’s attempt to cover it with his sleeve and a black watch. His eyes were bright with happiness that Jungkook envied as he hugged the younger male and congratulated him.

“That’s great! We should celebrate it!”

“I have an extra class, hyung. We’ll talk about this later, yeah?” Jungkook smiled and made his way to the front door.

“Oh sure! Happy birthday!” Jimin shouted before Jungkook closed the door behind him.

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so i saw this post and i didn’t want to actively make it les mis related, so i’m making a specific post with the idea i had

Imagine Eponine one day being super tired and asking grantaire for help to look after gavroche. R is The Best Friend Ever so he doesn’t even hesitates and goes to her house as soon as he can.
When he gets there Gavroche asks R if he can see R’s tattoos. Grantaire takes his shirt off so he can show all of the tattoos on the upper part of his body to Gavroche. Gav is amazed and starts asking Grantaire questions about the tattoos like “did it hurt?” “what does this one mean?” “when did you get this one?”, until he asks “why are all them black and white?”

R shrugs. Gavroche asks “you don’t want them to be colourful?”. And that’s when R has an idea. So he gathers all the colourful markers he can and hands them over to Gavroche with a smile saying “be my guest, kiddo”. gavroche’s smile is priceless.

That becomes quite a habit for the two of them. Whenever they’re indoors or in a more private space R gets topless so Gavroche can colour most of his tattoos. If they’re in public spaces, Gavroche settles with colouring just the ones on Grantaire’s arms.

Tattoo- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

Originally posted by werenski

Ok so I was able to edit the story so you’ll get the bonus imagine today!!! This is a story from the same author as Our Story and Stars in His Eyes! And Auston’s tattoo turned out fantastic!!! It’s so cool! Anyway… enjoy guys!

Warning: none



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{Part 1} Memorable Tattoo // Im Jaebum, TattooAU!

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff, TattooAU!

Summary; Whilst on your travels, you get tattooed by tattoo artist Jaebum - and you can’t deny how absolutely beautiful he is; especially with the light flirting that goes on between you both.

(Y/C) = Your Country

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limerence | pt. 2

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 5,734

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I in no way know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.

My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight o’clock.

Suddenly, I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.

If the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before, then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the door of the bedroom.

I glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but two wiggling bodies.

I almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist stooping down to pet the two of them.

“Hi, oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright? I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”

The dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me. 

Flustered, I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was sure afterwards too.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment completely… empty.

Confused, I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.

Pulling the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong, how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt stolen and embraced in his scent.

Just as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door, and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers, suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like me not coming home.

“MaKenna? Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed across from me.

“Um, well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Kris? Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come out of the crush.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”

“You mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing, and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.

“Um, yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which gave me a clear view of her face.

“Well?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’ve actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”

“Noelle Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked, completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone. MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him too much to let him go.”

“Stop, this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”

“Oh my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned, glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”

“Now I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.

“Hey, whose clothes are you wearing?” Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.

“Uh… Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow suggestively.

“Stop, it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”

Noelle expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I got up to.”

I quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.

“MaKenna, are you day-dreaming? With scissors in your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.

“Oh, hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed, laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”

“What can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings: Kris and Noelle.

Noelle was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.

Noelle was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side, laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.

“You’re so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course, since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s relationship.

“I’m going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their relationship a week and a half prior.

“Sick with jealousy,” Luhan replied.

“Get out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly, together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great, someone I could fit that perfectly with.

“Ooh, someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.

“I’m fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video concept sucks anyway.”

I smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”

“Only a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”

I bit my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I wanted to tell Kai so much, starting with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad because of something that had happened with their management, or because he missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.

“I… I did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept styling his hair.

“Yeah, something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.

I stared, horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”

“What did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”

“Never. You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.

I opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of EXO’s managers strode in.

“They should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him. Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.

“I hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”

“Come on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for their music video.

I was able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to perfect the choreography for their video.

“YOU IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.

“I’m sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him. The room had gone completely silent.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly, he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”

Kris quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”

Instead of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up, just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and turned away from the rest of the group.

“I told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the slap had barely phased him.

“Which of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.

“Stop! He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.

“Who the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you tell me how to discipline my band?”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.

“GET OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room, not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and walked as fast as I could towards our work room.

“What in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was currently hot on my trail.

“I just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I need a drink.”

“A drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about the whole thing.

“MaKenna, let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.

“I couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys. I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.

“I know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.” Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

We spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.

“It hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now, and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.

“I think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink. I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.

“You mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.

“No, well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me, MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just witnessed.

“I think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is alright for me, please?”

“I will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and ordered another drink.

One thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks. I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even offered to listen to my problems.

Instead, I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.

“Where to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.

“I… I don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.

“I still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in Seoul outside of the SM complex.

“We’re here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the sidewalk before an apartment complex.

I walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.

I sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think of anything besides how awfully sad it was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.

“MaKenna?” I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I glanced up sharply.

I met the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited so long.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

"I didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your hair changed.”

“My roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a bar.”

“I was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside his apartment.

He settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.

“Please don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.

“I’m not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He tried to pull away again.

“No, please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and settled his body behind mine on the couch.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my eyes, because his words were too loud.

“I had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.

“So you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.

“I… They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip. “Alcohol made everything better.”

“What boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing into a more concerned expression.

“Yes, EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.

“I’ve heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.

“I don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on his question. How could a pair of lips be that perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his bottom lip in between mine.

He groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the roof of my mouth.

Finally, I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance. And suddenly, I realized in was.

He grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow. “MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”

“Please, I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes with a pleading stare of my own.

“MaKenna…” he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.

I heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently. He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.

Once I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him off my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

Jiyong and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.

I tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.

I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu. The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed, trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.

Once I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.

“You’re leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was trying to escape from.

“I… yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out, suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just been caught stealing candy after bedtime.

“Was this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his. Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.

“I… I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze, knowing I deserved the full blow of it.

“Just leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have to be at work anyway.”

I tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.