Strippers Boyfriend - Taekook: Remastered

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Sorry for the late update, I was trying to find time to give it a final proof read before posting it.

Also I'm probably going to change the name of this story to 'Poles, goals and losing control' to match the AO3 version.

Jungkook impatiently skipped towards Taehyung who was once again slouched outside his building waiting.

He was dressed differently for once, wearing a well fitting shirt and slacks. The top button of his collar was undone causing the fabric to curl away from his neck and allow chilled gusts of wind to hit his skin.

Taehyung looked over him briefly before holding the door open and guiding him up to his apartment.

"You can come up on your own you know," He mumbled, kicking off his shoes. "You know the way,"

Jungkook nodded and gave a small apology, hanging his coat on a free hook and walking to the bedroom where he assumed Taehyung had disappeared to.

He was sitting in the centre of the bed, already unbuttoning his shirt.

"Did you come from work?" Jungkook asked, carefully climbing onto the edge of the bed.

Taehyung gave a dismissive shrug and took hold of his arm to pull him further onto the bed.

Jungkook let out a soft gasp and tried to make himself comfortable.

A rough hand pushed down on his chest, pinning him down to the bed. Jungkook took a tense breath, his lungs fighting against Taehyung's weight. Quickly the fabric covering him was ripped away and tossed aside.

He squirmed under Taehyung's blank stare, holding his breath as the man tackled his belt.

His skin felt cold against the air as the rest of his clothes were removed. Taehyung held his thighs, his warm hands burnt his skin as he took handfuls of the flesh before wrenching them apart to make room to sit between his legs.

Jungkook felt his eyes water, a crippling vulnerability overwhelming him as he looked up at Taehyung who loomed above him and felt the bruising grip on his thighs.

He stared down at him, a trace of lust in his eyes hiding behind that same blank stare he had met on his last visit.

Taehyung shifted to lean forward.

"Red,"

He stilled. Then moved back, lips pressed into a line. "What is it?"

Jungkook let out a short breath of relief, his head falling back on the pillow. "I'm uncomfortable," He admitted quietly and turned to stare at the wall. "You're too rough,"

"You were fine with it before,"

"That was different," He whispered, slowly pulling himself up, shifting back to sit on the pillow. Taehyung's hands tickled his thighs as he moved, his grip loosened but still resting on his legs.

Taehyung waited for him to continue.

"You were nice to me before. Now... I feel like you're using me,"

He scoffed. "I'm using you? Did you forget what this is Jungkook?"

Jungkook looked back at him with wide eyes.

"If anything you're using me," He continued. "You want me for sex, yeah? That's why you call me. When have I asked anything of you?"

He still didn't speak, struggling to take in what he was saying, the words echoing in his mind as he tried to organise his thoughts. He didn't have to though because Taehyung wasn't finished.