Love, Insecurities: Taehyung x OC!Reader

[04]

Ara sat there, frozen. This wasn't her first time in this situation. Well, her first time always seemed to be with him. Her first "date" and kiss, it was always with Taehyung. Ara was too drunk to think straight. She knew she shouldn't fall into this but she couldn't help it. Her mind just went along with it. So she kissed him back, wildly, aggressively and lustfully.

She ran her hands up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. His skin felt so warm and she could feel the rhythm of his heart.

Taehyung made his movements. He trailed his kisses down her jawline, tracing his fingertips along the hem of her pants. He longed for this moment, perhaps a little more than he thought he did. He sucked on her neck, biting her skin tenderly. He treated her body with utmost care. He touched her like broken glass.

They were on the floor, making a mess with the empty wine bottles. Their bodies danced together against the hard wood, their moans tuning out the soft music that played gently throughout the apartment. It was hard to snap out of the temptation to just fuck on the floor. At least it was for Taehyung. But he wanted to do it right, for once. He could've screwed her right then and there but he knew that this wouldn't feel right to her. She would hate herself for letting herself succumb to her drunkenness and desire for sex. So he stopped, bodies bare on the ground. He was ready, hard and ready to finish it all. But as much as it hurt, pleasurably, he pulled his reign and made a halt.

"Ara," He whimpered. Taehyung bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes as he tried to think rationally. He was definitely going to need to finish this off tonight somehow on his own. But first he needed to end this. "You're not sober enough. I'm not sober enough. We're both a little wee in the head." He kissed her, passionately, hoping that this would replace his other urges.

Ara whined, wrapping her legs around his torso, holding him in place. "No, I'm good. I know what's happening." Taehyung shook his head. So much for his box of condoms. He lifted her up, carrying her like a child. She kept nipping at his neck, tracing circles around his back. He sighed and placed her gently against his bed. He grabbed one of his T-shirts and slipped it on her.

Ara squirmed around on his bed. She wrapped herself in his thin sheets and hugged one of his pillows. "They smell just like you." She giggled. "Aish, so warm and soft." Her words drifted and her breathing evened out. She fell asleep. So he did the same, except he attended to some business then he slept in Jimin's room.

He was proud that he did something right for her.

She wasn't an object nor some sort of sex appeal. She was a woman with a damaged heart. Ara was worth more than a one-night stand.

Taehyung could feel his heart beat at the thought of Ara. He shook it off. No, not yet.

~*~

Taehyung walked into his bedroom, tooth brush in hand along with Ara's freshly washed clothes. She sat up upon hearing him enter. She was groggy and it was obvious that she was trying to shrug off a major hangover. She felt herself and shrieked once she realized that the only thing she had on was Taehyung's shirt. Correction - her professors shirt.

"Calm down buttercup, we didn't do anything." Taehyung said charmingly. Ara glared at him but she was too out of it to exactly yell at him.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry this is so unlike me." She groaned. "I promise I won't get carried away like that again." Ara stood up, her balance a little off and she made her way towards Taehyung. She bowed at a good angle and well for a males eye, especially one who's always horny, she gave a pretty good view of her rear-end. Taehyung easily brushed everything off and assured her that it was alright.