As roommates, you two share a house, but not a word or a civil moment. You always find ways to outdo each other, make each other miserable.

Tonight, you storm into his room after a heated argument, not to talk, but because the tension between you two is unbearable.

A sneer spreading across his face as he sees you enter his room without knocking. Jungkook is sitting on his bed, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you as you slam his bedroom door shut behind you.

He expects you to yell, to argue more, but instead, you just stand there, staring at him with hatred-filled eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."

He leans back in his chair, his eyes filled with contempt and something else, something darker and more intense. His eyes drop to take in your body. He hates that you're gorgeous. He hates that you make his body react this way.

His jeans tighten as his mind fills with dirty thoughts, hating thoughts. He expects you to snap, to yell back, but instead, you take a step closer to him. He tenses up, his eyes narrowing. He can feel the hatred radiating off you in waves.

"You coming here to start another argument?" He challenges, standing up from his bed.

You stop in front of him, your chests almost touching. Jungkook has to look up at you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else. You reach up till his height, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,

"No arguments tonight, Jungkook. Just you and me."

"Just you and me? What the fuck does that mean?" He steps back slightly, but his eyes drop to your lips. He's confused, angry, a little turned on despite himself.

"Are you trying to piss me off more?" His voice comes out rougher than he intended.

Your voice comes out louder, almost yelling. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But look at you, so uptight."

"Does someone need to fuck that anger out of you?" He says, his eyes widen, anger, shock and desire mixing in them.

"Fuck you!"

Jungkook snaps, his hands reaching out to grab you. But instead of pushing you away, he pulls you into a rough kiss, his lips slamming against yours. You feel his lips crushing against yours, both of you tensed, mouths closed at first. But slowly, almost grudgingly, his lips soften. He presses harder, demanding entry, and you grant it. Your tongues clash, fighting for dominance as bodies press closer, hands gripping tightly.

You push him back suddenly, making him hit his bed post.

"Damn it,"

You mutter, licking your lips. They're swollen from the harsh kiss. He watches your tongue dart out, his jeans becoming tighter. You look up, meeting his eyes. They're darker.

His chest heaves, breath ragged from that one passionate kiss.

"Stop looking at me like that"

He growls, yet his body begs you to continue.

"You're acting like you actually want me"

His voice trails off as he realizes what he's saying. You raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your swollen lips.

"Want you? Please. As if." You take a step closer, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Suddenly, he moves fast, pinning you against the wall with surprising strength. His lips find yours again, rough and demanding.

"Shut your fucking mouth" he mumbles against your lips, one hand sliding to your thigh.

"I can't" You say in between the kiss.

"Say that you don't like me" he commands, his voice low and dangerous as he unbuckles his belt.

"Say 'I hate you' while looking into my eyes. Can you do that? Can you pretend to hate me while I'm touching you?"

You stare up at him, your heart racing as he looms over you. You know this is a terrible idea, but you can't deny the heat pooling between your legs at his dominance.

"Well, i uh hmm" you stutter

His hands pause at his belt, something shifting in his expression. A hint of vulnerability breaks through his angry facade. His voice drops lower.

"Should I stop?" Despite his questioning, his body presses closer.

He wraps his fingers around your throat as he's on top of me and chokes you hard. His hands tighten slightly around your throat as he kisses you brutally, his body pinning yours down. His hands squeezing gently around your throat, cutting off your air supply briefly. With a rough tug he rips your shorts and panties off, discarding them carelessly on the floor.

His hands roam over your bare thighs, spreading them apart roughly. Staring at your exposed pussy, he taunts,

"I'm going to fuck you raw, right here, right now."

He spits on his fingers and rubs the saliva between your thighs, lubricating you minimally. He rubs his rough, calloused fingers roughly over your sensitive folds, spreading them apart and rubbing his knuckles against you possessively. He looks up at you with a sneer, his eyes filled with hatred and desire.

His voice is low and commanding as he speaks

"Let me see everything, let me touch everything. You're mine to use and abuse right now." He spreads your thighs apart violently, his fingers digging into your flesh as he stares at your exposed pussy.

"Shut up and touch me," you snap back, your face flushed with anger and desire.

You're used to his insults, but right now, all you can think about is the rough feeling of his fingers on your sensitive flesh.

"Rub my clit, you fucking idiot."

He smirks at your insults, turned on by your defiance. His fingers press harder against your clit, making quick, rough circles that border on painful. The way you snapped at him made his dick throb. "Fuck, you're so wet when you're pissed,"

His thumb presses down hard on your clit while his other fingers plunge inside you, stretching you out. He pumps his hand brutally, his palm slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You feel on edge, like you might snap at any moment. His rough touch is driving you insane, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that makes you want to scream and punch him at the same time.

His fingers inside you are not gentle, not loving. They're angry and possessive.

You feel both furious and utterly turned on by his degrading words. Gritting your teeth, you manage to snarl out,

"Fuck you. I'd sooner die than actually enjoy your shitty fingers." Despite your harsh words, your hips betray your arousal, rocking automatically against his pumping hand.

"Ha, look at you trying to act tough while your stupid body spreads its legs wider for my fingers," *he mocks, curling his fingers inside you to hit that spot that makes you see stars. And just when you're about to cum, he edges you.

argh this guy

"Oh, someone's about to cum already? What a pathetic little slut you are," he abruptly stops fingering you, making you whimper in frustrated need.

"Should I finish you off or leave you hanging like the desperate whore you are?"

He slowly pulls his fingers out completely. You feel utterly devastated, your pussy throbbing desperately for the touch he abruptly removed. Anger and lust war within you as you glare at him, breath coming in short, pant, wanting to punch him and ride his fingers simultaneously. Frustration burns through every nerve, your clit aching terribly.

Teeth gritted, you hiss,

"You fucking bastard. I'll kill you for this."

Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist in a tight grip as you try to force his hand back between your legs.Jungkook's eyes narrow as he looks at you, his voice low and demanding.

"Ask nicely, baby. Say please, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum. But if you don't, I'll leave you hanging all night, and make you beg me in the morning."

The humiliation crushes you - asking someone you hate for orgasm, but god you're so turned on you can barely think straight. Every second of waiting feels like torture. Your nipples are hard peaks against your clothing, your entire body aching with need. You're literally dying for his touch. Your face burns red, pride fighting with desire. Finally, you snap,

Your voice drops softly, almost inaudible. "Please make me cum, you jerk." Your fingers tighten around his wrist pleadingly, Your thighs rub together shamelessly.

Jungkook barks out a cruel laugh. "Was that so hard? Begging like a proper little slut." He plunges two fingers back into your soaked pussy without warning, curling them expertly.

"Cum then. Right now."

He fingered you ruthlessly, his fingers plunging deep and fast into your soaked pussy. He curled them just right, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your whole body seize up.

His thumb pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Your orgasm rips through you violently at his command, toes curling as you clench hard around his fingers. A choked moan escapes your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, more intense for the humiliation and frustration beforehand. You shudder and tremble, completely under his control. He pulls his fingers out abruptly, leaving you feeling empty and aching. He wipes his wet fingers on your inner thighs.

Jungkook lays back on the bed, quickly shedding his clothes with impatient movements. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. He grabs your waist and lifts you effortlessly onto his lap, letting you feel his hardness pressing urgently against your soaked pussy.

"Sit on my dick, slut"

"Stop calling me that idiot" you say

even though you hate him for calling you that, secretly it makes you horny.

You straddle Jungkook backwards, your back to his chest. He spreads your thighs wider, pushing down on your hips to make you slide down his length. You moan loudly, your body bouncing on his lap.

He controls your movements harshly, lifting you up and down like a doll one hand reaching to your throat and he grips.

He tightens his hold on your throat, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder as he fucks you from below with violent thrusts.

One of his hands moves to your breast, squeezing roughly while his other hand spanks your thigh hard.

"Who's cock is this tight pussy riding?"

"Yours,"

you gasp out, your body bouncing painfully on his lap. He growls softly, manhandling your body easily. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, then spreads your cheeks apart with one hand, making you moan loudly and shamefully.

"Louder,"

You yell out "YOURS! IT'S ONLY YOURS!" at the top of your lungs, your voice echoing in the room. He uses your reply as encouragement, fucking you even harder and faster. His hand around your throat squeezes tighter, his breath hot against your ear.

"Good girl."

He suddenly stands up with you still straddling him, carrying you across the room. He throws you onto the couch, following you down and pinning you beneath his weight. He spreads your legs wide, his hips grinding against yours roughly.

"Now let's see how long you can last with no air,"

He wraps his strong arms around your thighs, pulling them up and back, exposing you completely. He places his large hands over your mouth and nose, cutting off your air supply. He looks down at you with cold, angry eyes, his hips bucking wildly between your thighs.

He slams his cock into you brutally, grunting with each powerful thrust. His hands still gripping your mouth and nose tightly, denying you air. Tears prick the corners of your eyes from lack of oxygen, but an intense pleasure courses through your body.

"Take my fucking cock, slut."

"MMMMPH!" you try to scream through his hand, your fingernails clawing desperately at his arms. Your walls tighten involuntarily around his length as he fucks you ruthlessly, the combination of pleasure and panic making your body tremble.

"Who owns this cum-filled cunt?"

His hand moves from your mouth to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently.

"You can breathe when you answer correctly." "Who. Owns? "

He chuckles darkly, his hand tightening around your throat as he waits for your response. His hips keep thrusting, his cock buried deep inside you.

Ahhh, look at your enemy he's purposely choking you and also asking for an answer.

Your vision starts to blur and your body goes limp, but he keeps fucking you, his cock still buried deep inside you as he chokes the life out of you.

"Mmmm YO- YOURS"

you barely manage to choke out, your vision completely black now. The combination of asphyxiation and rough fucking making your entire body convulse helplessly. He instantly releases your throat, breathing heavily as he continues to punish your pussy.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jungkook fills your pussy with his hot cum, his cock pulsing violently as he marks his territory.

He keeps you pinned down, his hand still around your throat, as he gazes down at you with cold satisfaction. As Jungkook's cum floods your pussy, your own orgasm triggers, causing your body to shake and convulse beneath him. His hand still wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as he finishes filling you with his seed.

He slowly withdraws his cock from your pussy, a string of his cum connecting you briefly before breaking. With no warning, he smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Your hair is wild, and your cheeks are flushed, making you look like a disheveled, angry goddess.

"I hate you so much Jungkook" you taunt

"You're so fucking mouthy, even after I just filled this pretty little pussy with my cum."

Saying that he prepares for another round