A/N: Just warning y'all beforehand that this is going to really angry sex so it's about to get real rough.

Any other night you would have been surprised by his grip, by his low voice. But tonight there was something else driving your arousal. Anger.

Jungkook's chest heaves against yours as you both breathe in each other's oxygen. His fiery gaze sends shivers down to your core. It was so hot, you were melting.

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you a lesson? Have you never had a consequence for your bad behavior?"

His husky voice comes out in a low growl. A heated few seconds of silence pass by as you hold his stare with fire of your own.

Jungkook could feel his throbbing dick grow bigger at the close proximity and you could feel it too. His hard member pressing hard against your wet area.

"Fuck you." is all you say in return.

Jungkook smirks. His last words is what makes everything break free. "Oh I will."

Captivating your lips with his, he forces his mouth onto yours. His aggressive lips part your mouth and he bites down on your lip hard. You gasp at the assertive force of his body, hands roaming all over tugging at your body to make sure each other's body were as close as they could be. His hands intertwine with your hair to tug at it, making your neck arch your back so that you involuntarily deepen the kiss.

Despite it being hard to breathe you don't rebel against his strength.

He continues to bruise your lips, his tongue so instantaneous and urgent. It overpowers all of your senses when it pulsates and makes contortive sweeps of your mouth's vault.

Losing all sense of control you don't hesitate to devour the fuming lips of his, kissing him back with such need and desperation to satisfy your burning hormones. Tongues mesh as they attack each other. Mouths moving fiercely to justify it's war of lust.

Finally releasing your wrists, Jungkook hooks his hands under your thighs. He hauls you up in the air and walks you over to the glass table in the center of the balcony. Your hands instantly move to his hair, curling his locks in your fingers.

Flashbacks of the last time Jungkook had fucked you on a table flash into your mind. Except you knew this time was going to be nothing like that time. Because Jungkook was mad.

You didn't know what to expect but by his dominant actions so far you knew it was going to be a rough ride. There was no fear in your body though. Sensual energy was burning throughout, waiting to be released. It had been so long since you had been touched by a man, especially like this.

As if Jungkook knew what you were thinking about he snarls "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Before you can retort with a snark comment, his next actions instantly confirms his statement. His hands attacks your clothes. He grabs the cleavage of your dress and yanks at it, his veiny arms ripping the fabric apart. You gasp at his strength but your mind refuses to care about the torn expensive clothing. Your breasts spring open into view, no bra to protect your mounds from Jungkook's watering mouth.

The party was a few floors down but still anyone could walk in on the two of you at any moment. But that thought was buried deep beneath your lustful ideas, the least of your worries.

Jungkook brings his mouth down to your hard nipples hungrily. He bites down sharply causing a groan to erupt from your blistering chest. Slithering his tongue over the tip over your breast and then taking the full flesh into his addictive mouth. You grip onto his hair, feeling the uproar all the way down to you toes.

Hearing your moans was shortening Jungkook's patience. He was going to turn those moans into screams.

He pulls his mouth away, giving you a chance to finally breathe. Looking down at you with ravenous eyes, he leans down to connect your bare breasts to his warm chest. His teeth tug at the sensitive skin along the neck, you can feel his fingers scrambling at your dress as he pulls it up and hunts for the top of your lingerie.

Frustrated, he impatiently rips away your underwear. The cloth splits and the hot night air sweeps over your entrance.

"You won't be needing these." he says, chucking them behind him. You can only stare up at him with raging eyes as he does so.

You can almost feel yourself dripping by how wet you were. Your hands desperately trail down from Jungkook's head to his belt. He smacks your hands away, making you draw back quickly. He gathers each of your hands with his and pins them by your sides.

"You don't get to fucking touch me."

The anger was still there, burning more than ever along with the desire. Your glare sends him mixed feelings.

Knowing you won't dare move your hands now, Jungkook lets go and brings them back to his belt. He removes it swift and quick, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down along with his underwear. Now poised at your entrance, his eyes stay on yours as he waits.

"Jungkook, just fuck me" your words come out breathless as you watch him pause.

"You don't know what you did to me, Noona." he finally says, a flash of pain disrupts his resentful stare. The look sends guilt into you, the pain unbearable to watch.

"Jungkook, I-"

He didn't need to hear any apology or any excuse. Cutting you off he enters you with full force, putting all of the strength in his body into his thrusts. You cry out, unable to adjust to his big size.

"You don't know how much you hurt me."

His pelvis doesn't miss a beat as it rocks back and forth uncontrollably, making your breasts shake. Jungkook himself wasn't able to control how hard or fast he was going, at that moment all he could think about was how you shred his heart to pieces.

All those nights he spent lifelessly crying away in the corner of his room, waiting for you to come back and fix the broken pieces. Endless torture of questions to what he ever did to lose you, what was so wrong with him that you didn't want his love anymore. You had him convinced, hooked by your finger, that you wouldn't dare leave him. You were going to be his and he was going to be yours. He gave you his all, that's all he ever did. He fully trusted you with his heart and love. And all you did was spit it out with your selfish and horrendous mouth.

Feeling the urge to take control, you clench your walls around him.

Jungkook lets out a pleading groan, feeling your tight walls clasp his sensitive dick.

A chuckle escapes your unashamed mouth, "I don't what you've been doing to those other women but I think you're losing your touch."

"Ah...Noona.." Jungkook lets out.

You insolently continue "You don't even seem worthy of the title daddy anym-"

What Jungkook does next absolutely shocks you. His hand clasps down around your throat. A gasp cuts off your words as his strong hands slightly tighten around your neck.

He wasn't holding back now.

Thrusting his heels deeply, he starts rocks himself in and out of you at an wild pace. He keeps his hand locked around your throat as he chokes you. There was so much pleasure and yet so much pain overtaking your entire body. But the pain was nothing compared to what you were feeling before.

Your pussy sings loud for him as you moans grow untamed. Jungkook's breathing starts to become shallow, his arms shaking as he holds his weight. You suddenly feel his large hands engulf you ass cheek. He squeezes hard as his nails dig deep into your skin and you yelp lustfully in reaction.

Jungkook can't deny the pleasure he was feeling as he thrusts into you. The way your body is tightening around him, strangling his dick as his orgasm was dying to release. You'ree so tight, his dick molding your walls.

Perspiration beads in between your breasts. You yourself can feel something growing and you're only waiting for a few more thrusts to let the begging juices to be free.

Knowing you were close, Jungkook immediately stops his thrusting and pulls out of you. He withdraws his hand from throat.

Your entire body complains as it screams at his unpredicted move. You stare up at him with wide eyes, unable to say anything while panting heavily. Your legs had already start to ache but they were aching more from the orgasm waiting to come.

Jungkook doesn't answer any unspoken questions and drags you off the table. He holds your waist as you barely stand on your own feet.

He turns your body around forcefully and grabs the back of your neck.

"Bend over." he huskily says into your ear.

You immediately obey him and plant your face on the table, the cold glass resting against your cheek.

He doesn't hesitate to glide his cock into your soaking pussy. He pushes into you with a groan that joined yours. You were overly sensitive now. Searching for something to hold onto, you spread your arms apart to grip the edges of the table. He grabs your hips upon his steady retreat, you perceived it as a warning. His next thrust wasn't going to be merciful.

He ploughs into you causing you to yelp. "Ah, fuck!"

Using the hold of your hips, he ministers into you to meet each of his thrusts. It leads him blissfully deep inside. His hot mouth lowers down to bite at your shoulder, making you moan louder.

"Oh!"

You weren't going to survive this. At the speed he was going, you were afraid the glass table was going to break. Relentlessly, he continues his hard thrusts. Jungkook breathes erratically, he can feel the tension rebuilding within him. The crazy feeling was impossibly strong.

A tearless sob escapes your mouth as you fail to inhale again, desperate for release. You squeeze your eyes shut, the unbearable pleasure crying at your body.

And then it unfurls. Shuddering against him, you scream out his name and collapse against the table. All the energy drains out as your orgasm takes over your entire body. Undefinable pleasure washes over your limbs.

Jungkook feels himself close to release. He feels as though he might be too late but pulls himself out just in time. As he reaches his peak, he jerks while his juices flow out of him. He had never experienced such strong release.

It takes all his strength to keep himself standing while he pants heavily. He moves himself to the table next to you and rests his two hands against it for support. You weakly lift yourself up and position yourself in a similar stance.

Jungkook keeps his head down. Drops of sweat drip from his forehead and onto the glass beneath him. He swallows and lifts a stiff hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, tilting his head to look at you.

There was no more pain, no more anger.

All of it seemed to be released at the end of your heated sex.

"Are you okay?"

His question surprises you and you tilt your head in response like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, I've never been that rough while making love to-" he stops himself, rethinking what he's just said, "-while having sex with you."

As he swallows hard, you look away, not wanting to see how much it hurts for him to think this was just meaningless sex. But you guess you shouldn't have expected anything else.

"No, Jungkook, I'm alright."

In fact that might've weirdly been the most satisfying sex you've ever had. You didn't know you liked it so rough. But this wasn't the time and place to be admitting any of that to him. You were simply too caught up in a mixture of other muddling thoughts.

"Good. As long as I didn't hurt you."

You hold back a smirk, knowing that you'd probably have a little trouble walking back downstairs. Looking back at him, your face grows serious as you see the grave expression on his face, uncertainty wavering through the surface.

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked with yours, the same question you were holding in the eyes of your own.

Does this change anything?

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A/N: Angry sex is the best sex 🤷🏽‍♀️

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