I stare at him, mindlessly as he fixes customers drinks. The shirt he's wearing is completely hypnotizing. It's a tank top but the whole side is cut showing his built body. I'm not like most girls that would probably be mad at their boyfriend for wearing such thing. But hey, he looks fine as hell and I ain't going to tell him no. I hear him chuckle. "Can't stop staring at me sweet cheeks?" He asks as he prepares more drinks. I feel my face heat him.

"Can't I check out my man?" I ask. It's been like this for almost two weeks already, and I can't get enough of him. He's taken me out so many times I can't keep count, and all of them had a special memory. And he's the sweetest person ever, every morning waking me up with a sweet text and end every night with an even sweeter text. He's just so delicious, okay that escalated quickly. And, I definitely can't forget when he made it official a couple days ago. He smiles at me. "Of course you can." He says pulling on his shirt exposing his hard abs. My mouth waters. "You jerk." I laugh. He winks at me, bitch knows exactly that he was doing. "You do the same, so. Win win?" He asks leaning in towards me. "How am I teasing you?" I ask in a whisper.

He smiles. "Those little outfits of yours." He says. I chuckle and tilt my head a bit. "Is that so?" I ask. He barely nods his head. "Aye! Can I get a drink over here?!" A person yells forcing Jimin away from me. Throughout the night I kept buying drinks, and when Jimin noticed that I was drinking too much I'd give people money to buy my drink. I don't know why I wanted to drink so much, but by the end of the night.. I'm drunk.

My body moves to the music as I feel a little tipsy, or maybe more than tipsy? My body bumps against other peoples bodies, I ignore as I don't really care. I look over at the empty bar as the night is almost over and people are leaving. Jimin has his chin resting on the palm of his hand and is leaning over the bar watching me. I shoot him a smile as I turn to dance looking the other way. Less and less people scatter the dance floor.

Until finally, I'm the only one here. As I slowly dance to the calm music I then feel muscular arms wrap around my waist and a face buries into the crook of my neck. "Izzy.." Is all he says. I turn in his arms not taking my body away from his. Right away he kisses my lips, and I kiss him back. I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, but I become so hot for him. I find myself grinding up against his hips. His tongue enters my mouth and I let it. Again with his taste, so good.

Our tongues dancing together, actually.. more like fighting. He parts the heated kiss and trails kisses down my neck. A small moan escapes my lips as I throw my head back, I enjoy his butterfly kisses. I run my fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss my neck. I grab his face and make him kiss my lips again. I take a step back during our heated kiss and he follows my lead until I stumble upon the leather couch. He falls on top of me. I laugh throwing my head back.

"Are you okay?" He chuckles out of breath. I nod my head and kiss him again. He's in between my legs, I can't stop the urge to push my hips against him. He lets out a low groan, but he doesn't move his hips into me. Does he not get the idea? Gosh Jimin. "Jimin.." I manage to say. He hovers over me, my red lipstick smothered on his lips. "I.. I want you.." I choke on my words as if unsure. His eyebrows knit and he gets off of me, sitting on the couch. I frown and sit up in confusion. I am confusion. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?" I ask.

He looks at me with a worried look on his face. "You're drunk." He tells me. I cross my arms over my chest and frown. "So you don't." He frowns. "Not like this, and we can't rush things in my club. Especially when you're in this state, and can't think straight." He says. His words had actually made their way to a part of my brain that wasn't as intoxicated as the rest of it and I realized that what he's saying is right. I drop my arms. "You're right... I'm sorry.." I tell him.

He shakes his head making a clicking sound with his tongue, oh gosh that tongue. "No no no.. Don't apologize." He says. I run my thumb on his lips and try to take off as much lipstick as I could. I lay there a while, with my head on his lap as he runs his fingers through my hair. It's very relaxing and soothing. He hums to me a pretty tune and I become a bit sleepy. "Let me take you home, sweet cheeks." He says rubbing my back. I grunt. "I like it here." I say sleepily, not wanting to leave this comfortable position. He chuckles. Just then, he picks me up bridal style and carries me out of the club.

"Why are you like.. so hot?" I mumble to him, I only hear him chuckle. "There's a Fire Jimin." I whisper, he stays quiet. "JIMIN, th-there's a fire." I tell him. "Okay sweet cheeks.", "N-No.. did you hear me? There's a fire." I stare at him. "You're-You're supposed to ask me where Jimin." He laughs. "Where sweet cheeks?" He asks. "All over mah body!" I throw my arms and head back, picking up a leg and doing some crazy position. He laughs, "You're going to make me drop you." He says. "As long as you fall on top of me, I don't care." He laughs again.

I let my head and arms dangle, he basically looks like he's carrying a dead body. I start laughing when I can imagine how it looks. "Sweet cheeks, I'm gonna set you on your feet so I can put you in the car." He says. "Just lay me down on a ... bed of roses." I sing. He laughs, "What?" He asks. "I don't know." I laugh. He stands me up and I lean against his car and start twerking on it. "I am a good boy." I sing. "Dana na na nananana nana." I sing the beat. I hear him laughing as he opens the car door. I set my hands on the sidewalk and bounce my booty, "up and down, up up and down." I bump my butt to the lyrics of a new song I decide to sing.

"Sweet cheeks, come on." He tells me. "Okeeey." I stand up smacking my hands together so I can get the dirt off of them. "D-D-Did you like m-my dance?" I ask him. He chuckles. "Yes, it was real cute." He says. I shake my head, "N-No Jimin, it was supposed to be hot." I correct him. He smiles and helps me into the car. "Oh wow." I look at my shoes. "My toes are in jail." I whisper to myself. He gets into the car. I turn to him, "D-Don't you ever feel like your limbs are in jail?" I ask him. "Let me take you home Sweet cheeks." He says as he starts up his car and he officially drives me home.

The whole time I'm talking Jimin's ear off, and he'd just laugh and agree with me. Always saying "okay sweet cheeks." When we get to my house I squish my face into the glass window and look up at the outside of my apartment. "Oh wow, I live in a tree house." He comes over and taps the glass for me to take my face off so he can open the door. I tap the glass back and smile before I wave at him. He opens the door. "Helloooooo Jiiiiiimiiin, mmmm!" I cat call to him. "Let's go sweet cheeks." I undo my seatbelt and get out with his help. He wraps his arm around my waist and helps me walk up the stairs to my apartment.

I can't really see the keys in my hands as I struggle to open the door. Once I succeed I turn to him, and he pecks my lips. "Good night." He says in a whisper. "Night, I'll see you in my dreams daddy-o." I squeak out as I open the door. And before he can walk away I grab a hold of his hand, it's like for a split second I'm completely sober. He looks at me confused. "Come and lay with me?" I ask. He looks hesitant, he's probably confused about how the hell I became so serious. Until he finally walks into my small apartment. He locks the door for me knowing that I can't.

I struggle to take my heels off, only to find myself falling back. He catches me. "Oh.. I guess it's a good thing I came in." He says taking my other heel off then carrying me over to my room. "Thank you Jimin." I wrap my arms around his neck and press my head against his. "I just want you to have some rest." He tells me. "Mmm... you're the best." I kiss his cheek before he lays me in my bed, tucking me in and kissing my forehead. He's about to leave my sight when I pull on his shirt. "Stay.." I peep in a tired voice. He stares at me a bit. Then sits next to me on the bed, rubbing my back in small slow circles. "I promise I'm not a huge drunky drunk drunker." I tell him.

"It's okay." He says. "I drank a lot tonight." I tell him, "That's okay too." He responds. "Please don't leave me Jimin, I love your company." I slowly close my eyes and grab his hand that didn't rub my back. "I like it when you're close to me." I whisper. "Goodnight Sweet cheeks." I feel his lips on my head. "Goodnight Jimin." I smile before I knock out cold.

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The sound of my phone pierces my ears in the morning, making me whine as my head throbs in pain. I sit up and look at my phone with squinted eyes, the light blinds me a bit but my eyes adjust. "Mat" it read on the caller ID. I swipe to decline, tossing it back on the nightstand and laying back in my bed. I close my eyes for a second until I realize Jimin is nowhere to be found. I stand up, a little too fast though cause I got dizzy, and lean against the wall to walk into my living room.

And there he is, slouched on my couch, looking like he was sleeping really uncomfortably. I think it's cute, how he slept on the couch instead of in the bed with me. That's how you know a guy respects you. I freshen up so that I don't look like a cow when he wakes up, changing into cute but comfortable pajamas. I walk back into the living room and he's still fast asleep. I throw his arm over my shoulder and try to pick him up. Surprisingly I'm able to get as close as my bedroom until he falls on top of me. He wraps his arms around me and snuggles his face against me before falling straight back to sleep.

This guy's a heavy sleeper isn't he? I think to myself. I look at the position I'm in, how the flying fuck am I going to get out of this? I turn in his arms and start to crawl towards the bed, he barely moves an inch. But I end up crawling out of his grasp. I stand up and grab a hold of his bicep, that juicy bicep of his. OKAY! Isaeli, focus bitch. I start pulling him and he glides along the carpet. Finally he's near the bed, I wrap my arms around his chest and attempt to pick him up.

Only his head makes it on the bed before he falls back down, his head tilting to the side causing him to bang it against the night stand. "Ppfffft, Shit." I whisper trying not to laugh, but because I'm a bitch, I start to laugh. He lets out a mumble that I can't quite figure out what he's saying so I don't think anything about it. I then try again, putting my legs and back into it, successfully his torso makes it onto the bed. I push him up a little bit and he's finally laying on the bed comfortably. I smile at my achievement.

While I let him sleep I decide to clean up my room a little bit and do some errands around my apartment that I've been meaning to do but never got around to doing during the week. I even make myself a disgusting hangover drink and brush my teeth right after so he doesn't think my breath stinks. It was a good hour and a half before I hear him in my room.

"Izzy?" I walk into my room to the sound of his voice calling me. He's sitting up in my bed looking completely confused. "Yes, Jimin?" I ask. He looks at me rubbing his head. "What am I doing in your bed?" He asks, I smile. "I put you there silly." I tell him. His eyebrows knit. "But... How?" I put my finger over my lips. "It's a secret." I tell him. He continues to rub his head and wince. "And why does my head hurt?" He asks. I almost choke, he looks at me weird.

"Izzy?" He asks. I can't lie or keep anything from him, I throw my arms down to my side. "In the process I kind of hit your head." I confess. He laughs. "That explains it." He says smiling. I stand there for a bit, staring at each other saying nothing. My heart pounds against my chest rapidly. He then pats a spot next to him on the bed, and I gladly walk over to sit with him. "Why didn't you stay in bed with me?" I ask him. His eyebrows furrow. "I... I didn't want ..." I frown.

"I didn't want you to think that I'd take advantage of you, because you were really drunk last night." He finally says. "I'd never think that." I tell him. He looks away from me but I grab his left cheek to make him look back at me. "Never say that again, I don't believe that you would be capable of doing something to me like that. Never, so don't ever think it again." I tell him in a whisper. He just nods before kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me. I don't care that he hasn't brushed his teeth, I can honestly care less.

In time, he finally wraps his arms around my waist. That's when the kisses got rougher, and more heated. His head tilts and he pulls my lips with his. My fingers in his hair, I just let him kiss me the way he wants. I take a chance and decide to take a chance and push my tongue into his mouth. He hums against my lips and his tongue takes dominance as he pushes his into my mouth. I gasp and he doesn't let our lips disconnect as he works wonders with his tongue.

I then get a glimpse of what happened last night. At the moment, his hand touches my skin under my shirt. I find myself pulling onto him as I lay back. For a while he's hesitant, but finally he follows my lead, again. I pull him on top of me, wanting. Now that I think about it.. I've never felt this way with Mat. I'm ripped away from my thoughts when I feel him rub up against me, causing me to let out a moan in his mouth. I've turned him on? He goes back to kiss my neck and I arch my back into him as I roll my hips into him. He sets his hand on my hip and I wrap my legs tightly around him.

My panties have never felt so wet in my life. He rips away from my neck and attacks my collar bone. He doesn't stop, and thank God. His hand finds its way up the front of my shirt, caressing my right clothed breast. I arch my back as I don't want him to stop. He trails his kisses back up to my lips that were hungry for him. He leaves his hand up my shirt and I could care less. I feel his hips drop into me again and I feel something hard in his pants as he closes the space between us. I part my lips from him and nip at his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.

Without thinking I pull off his shirt, exposing his hard sexy body. He sits up and looks at me. I have a feeling he's going to stop. "Jimin..." Is all I can say. It left my lips in a plead, and a whimper. He frowns. "Stop fighting your urges." I tell him as I sit up in front of him, kissing his neck trying to fight for him to want me as much as I want him right now. I run my fingers down the front of his body, his skin is tight and very hot in temperature. I lightly tug on the front of his jeans, a bulge is very much visible in the tight fabric. "Don't you want me?" I whisper to him before I set my lips on his collarbone, I'm seriously so close to just jumping on him and taking things into my own hands.

Yeah, I might be a Virgin, but I'll try things. He lets out a breath and I'm worried that he doesn't want this. He drops his head and his hands pull my hips against his, he pulls his hips forward as well. I pick myself up higher on him, just ready to do things I don't know about, to him. "I do.." He finally says to me, I look at his face finally and I calm my body down. "Is there anything you have to tell me before I do this? This is about trust and everything that comes along with commitment. Doing this would mean that what we have is special, you trust me don't you?" He asks in I deep whisper.

I bite my lip and wonder whether or not I should tell him, should I? What if he doesn't want me then? What if he's scared then? I nod my head. "Oh my God don't tell me you have some kind of transmitted disease." He says. I almost laugh out loud. "No." I say. "You're really a man?" he asks seriously, his eyes even look a little mad. I laugh, "No." His eyebrows knit. "You can tell me.." He says touching my thigh. I look up at him a bit scared to admit it, why should I be? I shouldn't but I am.

More like I'm really embarrassed, a 29 year old woman who's still a virgin. And it makes me feel like I'm such a horrible person or something, a year with Mat and I don't give him anything. Two weeks with Jimin and I'm ready to give myself to him, what kind of fucked up person am I? The more I think about it right now, I have a connection with Jimin that I didn't with Mat. And yeah, it took me just two weeks to realize that I'm ready to have sex, and? It doesn't make me a slut or a whore, I'm an adult, and so is Jimin. This could've been a one night stand, but I care way too much about Jimin to want to ruin something good.

I lay back and Jimin stays on his knees as he looks down at me. "Izzy.. You're scaring me.." He says. I finally make my decision. "Jimin.. I.." He inches closer since I'm whispering, now he's hovering over me. "I-I'm a virgin." I finally peep out. His expression softens and he seems to be smiling at me. He doesn't think I'm some sort of spaz cause I'm 29 and still a Virgin??

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