Examples of "angry sex"?

[Dreamerman77]

I'm working on noir style bro-sis incest story where the theme is dark and heavy.

Instead of my usual slow burn build-up to romantic sex, I want to stay keep the over all style of the story and make the journey to the sex scene heavy, and full of tears. Yeah, sounds awful, but the in the burning point everything explodes and they fuck.

I'd never written anything like this and tried to find examples, but didn't find any. If you know such a scene in Lit, please give me a link.

 

[StillStunned]

This might come close: Angry Fuck - A Vignette

 

[Djmac1031]

Excerpt from my story The Devil And Angel Em.

Keep in mind, he's fucking a supernatural demon from hell who's made a bargain for his soul:

Cozbi straddled his lap, his cock already rising in his jeans to push against her soaked crotch, and despite his reluctance, his arms instinctively enveloped her. Her hands, meanwhile, were busy undoing his button fly, freeing his already full erection in mere moments.

"I thought you weren't interested." She grinned down at him, her dark hair casting a menacing shadow over her face.

"I'm not,” Job snarled, even as he smacked her ass with a loud crack.

"That all you got?" Cozbi mocked him. "Come on, let it out! You know there's nothing you can dish out I can't take."

In a rage, Job pushed her off of his lap, her body tumbling to the floor.

Cozbi rolled over in a flash, lifting herself on her arms to a seated position, her legs wide, her panties soaked. "Ah! Now we're getting somewhere! Come on down here and hate fuck me, Big Boy."

Job was over her in an instant. As he slammed her to the floor, he knew deep down that she was letting him overpower her. He didn't care. He let go of her arms long enough to rip the panties off of her with a yank so hard, a normal woman would have screamed in agony. Cozbi just laughed, enraging him still more. Again he grabbed her arms and pinned her down, and without preamble, shoved his cock balls deep into her with a single thrust.

Her eyes bulged wildly, her cries ringing in his ears as he pounded away at her. He'd fucked countless women over the past year; none of them even close to being this tight. Or this HOT. Her canal was a lava filled vise.

Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him, her cleavage already soaked with sweat. "Harder! Harder, you fucking Neanderthal! I gave you size, strength, stamina! Use it! Pound that pussy! I wanna feel every..."

Her words ceased as her walls constricted even tighter around his shaft. Cozbi began to howl, her cries echoing like a banshee as she gushed, soaking both Job and the carpet. Still, he continued to pound her, holding back his orgasm, wanting her to beg him to stop.

Instead, she goaded him on. "Oh, yes, that's it! Fuck me like a whore! Like your cheap porn star sluts! Goddamn, I did good work on that cock! Fuck me with it! I wanna feel it swell up and explode in me! Cum in me! Do it! Do it now!"

Job had been close to orgasm from the start, but of course had been holding back. But if she wanted to be treated like a whore, that's what he'd do. Letting go of her, he pulled out, then quickly moved over her, straddling her chest. It was the first time Job had seen her confused. Understanding and anger lit her eyes just in time for his first blast of cum to splatter across her face with a wet smack. The second wave coated her tits, mixing with the sweat dripping down her cleavage.

"You fucker!"

Any further words were cut off as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up, just in time for his third volley to scatter across her dark locks like thick, white raindrops.

Job had one final spurt left. He placed the tip of his swollen glans against her lips and squirted it into her open mouth.

Cozbi spat it back at him angrily. "You asshole! I wanted you to cum IN me, not ON me!"

"You want me to cum IN you? I can arrange that!" Still gripping her hair, Job dragged her roughly from the floor and bent her over the couch.

She managed to twist her head around to glare at him just as he positioned the tip of his cream covered cock against her puckered anus. Job spat on her asshole several times before pushing into her.

"Oh, it's like that, huh? What, you don't think I don't like it up the... AAAAAHHHH!"

Cozbi screeched like a wild animal caught in a spring trap. Her body writhed against him, and he could no longer tell if she was struggling to break free or pushing to take him still deeper.

Either way, he didn't much care. Job jackhammered her ass relentlessly, reveling in the pain he was both causing and receiving. His cock was irritated, raw, sore, yet still he kept going, unable to distinguish their mutual noises as being either pain or pleasure.

Desperate to silence her, his hands found her throat. Her screams became gasps as he squeezed, far harder than any human should have been able to withstand. Her voice went silent, air no longer able to escape her restricted windpipe, her face now an ugly shade of purple.

Still, Job clutched her throat harder, putting all his rage and fear into one final clench before releasing another hot load of spunk deep into her bowels.

He could have kept going; his cock was still diamond hard. But he'd released his anger along with his load, and his body was now a quivering, exhausted mess. Letting go of his grip, Job pulled himself from her with a messy plop and collapsed to the floor.

Cozbi fell beside him, reeking of sex, spunk and ass. Her voice was a harsh whisper. "I haven't been fucked like that since the Dark Ages."

 

[Dreamerman77]

This might come close: Angry Fuck - A Vignette

That's it. I liked the scene. Thank you. Your story had a touch of the frustration I'm aiming for.

 

[Dreamerman77]

Excerpt from my story The Devil And Angel Em.

Keep in mind, he's fucking a supernatural demon from hell who's made a bargain for his soul:

Cozbi straddled his lap, his cock already rising in his jeans to push against her soaked crotch, and despite his reluctance, his arms instinctively enveloped her. Her hands, meanwhile, were busy undoing his button fly, freeing his already full erection in mere moments.

"I thought you weren't interested." She grinned down at him, her dark hair casting a menacing shadow over her face.

"I'm not,” Job snarled, even as he smacked her ass with a loud crack.

"That all you got?" Cozbi mocked him. "Come on, let it out! You know there's nothing you can dish out I can't take."

In a rage, Job pushed her off of his lap, her body tumbling to the floor.

Cozbi rolled over in a flash, lifting herself on her arms to a seated position, her legs wide, her panties soaked. "Ah! Now we're getting somewhere! Come on down here and hate fuck me, Big Boy."

Job was over her in an instant. As he slammed her to the floor, he knew deep down that she was letting him overpower her. He didn't care. He let go of her arms long enough to rip the panties off of her with a yank so hard, a normal woman would have screamed in agony. Cozbi just laughed, enraging him still more. Again he grabbed her arms and pinned her down, and without preamble, shoved his cock balls deep into her with a single thrust.

Her eyes bulged wildly, her cries ringing in his ears as he pounded away at her. He'd fucked countless women over the past year; none of them even close to being this tight. Or this HOT. Her canal was a lava filled vise.

Her breasts bounced wildly beneath him, her cleavage already soaked with sweat. "Harder! Harder, you fucking Neanderthal! I gave you size, strength, stamina! Use it! Pound that pussy! I wanna feel every..."

Her words ceased as her walls constricted even tighter around his shaft. Cozbi began to howl, her cries echoing like a banshee as she gushed, soaking both Job and the carpet. Still, he continued to pound her, holding back his orgasm, wanting her to beg him to stop.

Instead, she goaded him on. "Oh, yes, that's it! Fuck me like a whore! Like your cheap porn star sluts! Goddamn, I did good work on that cock! Fuck me with it! I wanna feel it swell up and explode in me! Cum in me! Do it! Do it now!"

Job had been close to orgasm from the start, but of course had been holding back. But if she wanted to be treated like a whore, that's what he'd do. Letting go of her, he pulled out, then quickly moved over her, straddling her chest. It was the first time Job had seen her confused. Understanding and anger lit her eyes just in time for his first blast of cum to splatter across her face with a wet smack. The second wave coated her tits, mixing with the sweat dripping down her cleavage.

"You fucker!"

Any further words were cut off as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up, just in time for his third volley to scatter across her dark locks like thick, white raindrops.

Job had one final spurt left. He placed the tip of his swollen glans against her lips and squirted it into her open mouth.

Cozbi spat it back at him angrily. "You asshole! I wanted you to cum IN me, not ON me!"

"You want me to cum IN you? I can arrange that!" Still gripping her hair, Job dragged her roughly from the floor and bent her over the couch.

She managed to twist her head around to glare at him just as he positioned the tip of his cream covered cock against her puckered anus. Job spat on her asshole several times before pushing into her.

"Oh, it's like that, huh? What, you don't think I don't like it up the... AAAAAHHHH!"

Cozbi screeched like a wild animal caught in a spring trap. Her body writhed against him, and he could no longer tell if she was struggling to break free or pushing to take him still deeper.

Either way, he didn't much care. Job jackhammered her ass relentlessly, reveling in the pain he was both causing and receiving. His cock was irritated, raw, sore, yet still he kept going, unable to distinguish their mutual noises as being either pain or pleasure.

Desperate to silence her, his hands found her throat. Her screams became gasps as he squeezed, far harder than any human should have been able to withstand. Her voice went silent, air no longer able to escape her restricted windpipe, her face now an ugly shade of purple.

Still, Job clutched her throat harder, putting all his rage and fear into one final clench before releasing another hot load of spunk deep into her bowels.

He could have kept going; his cock was still diamond hard. But he'd released his anger along with his load, and his body was now a quivering, exhausted mess. Letting go of his grip, Job pulled himself from her with a messy plop and collapsed to the floor.

Cozbi fell beside him, reeking of sex, spunk and ass. Her voice was a harsh whisper. "I haven't been fucked like that since the Dark Ages."

This is good also. I knew these were out there. It's a delicate balance to describe enough, but not too much and interrupt the flow of a scene like this.

 

[MrPixel]

The aftermath of angry sex leads my story that's going up tomorrow (no link yet). FMC is complaining about being untouchably sore after being "pounded" by a FWB guy angry/frustrated that his real love interest is intimate with her husband at that moment. (Context: swingers.)

 

[Djmac1031]

This is good also. I knew these were out there. It's a delicate balance to describe enough, but not too much and interrupt the flow of a scene like this.

As I stated mine is a supernatural fantasy based scenario, but if one is writing a more grounded in reality scene it would probably need a different approach.

Still, the general idea is that the people involved dont have to like each other to get it on, and perhaps are even taking their anger out on the other, but not in a truly violent way.

My scene pushes some limits I'd otherwise not be comfortable with, but the woman in question isn't human, and she's literally goading him into this behavior, feeding his rage against her.

A few paragraphs later he fully acknowledges he only acted the way he did because he knew he couldn't actually hurt her.

 

[Djmac1031]

"Oh, it's like that, huh? What, you don't think I don't like it up the... AAAAAHHHH!"

Not to derail the thread, but I just submitted an edit to this story to fix some other things, but cant believe I still somehow missed the redundant double "don't."

I had to go back and edit my edit lol.

 

[MrPixel]

Not to derail the thread, but I just submitted an edit to this story to fix some other things, but cant believe I still somehow missed the redundant double "don't."

I had to go back and edit my edit lol.

Yeah. Broke a line, didn't it? Classic proofreading error.

 

[TheLobster]

Not to derail the thread, but I just submitted an edit to this story to fix some other things, but cant believe I still somehow missed the redundant double "don't."

I had to go back and edit my edit lol.

I actually thought it's just a slightly weird but perfectly understandable double negative. I don't think you don't need no edit there

 

[PennyThompson]

Not quite as intense as @Djmac1031's excerpt, but my werewolf ex-boyfriend bootycall story climaxes with some anger and bitterness...

You're forceful, but not in a hurry for your second round. You take your time.

You grab my tail and give it a sharp tug, making me yelp in surprise. A gush of fluid pours from my werewolf cunt in response, and I hear you chuckle.

"We were so good together, Junebug... You always knew how to get me going, and I always knew what you wanted."

You give me a playful smack on my furry rump, making me wuff in response.

"I should've gone with you. Should've left this all behind, gone to the city with you. Maybe I could've gone to law school too, huh?"

You grasp my hips and hold still for a moment, still inside of me to the hilt.

"Yeah, probably not. I was never as smart as you. Never ambitious. I never wanted... more. This place was enough for me. You were enough for me."

Your voice changes as you speak, gets hard, bitter. You pick up the pace again, slamming into me roughly. You approach the point of no return, you couldn't stop if you wanted to, now. I push back to meet you, a harsh growl rising in my throat.

"You were... all I... ever wanted... June!" You mutter, then thrust into me hard, cumming inside me for the second time tonight, gasping for breath. I grit my teeth and whine through my second orgasm too, trying not to wake the neighbors with another howl.

You sigh and pull out, and lean back against the couch. You don't speak for a long time. I join you sitting on the floor, thigh to thigh, resting my big predatory head on your shoulder.

"I've met someone else, Junebug," You say at last, almost a whisper.

 

[Djmac1031]

Not quite as intense as @Djmac1031's excerpt, but my werewolf ex-boyfriend bootycall story climaxes with some anger and bitterness...

I really gotta catch up on more of your stories.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Not to derail the thread, but I just submitted an edit to this story to fix some other things, but cant believe I still somehow missed the redundant double "don't."

I had to go back and edit my edit lol.

You need a better proof-reader, hun.

 

[PennyThompson]

I really gotta catch up on more of your stories.

Read two, they're short

@Izanami9 turned Full Moon Blues into an audio version as well, and it actually made me cry

 

[lovecraft68]

I'm working on noir style bro-sis incest story where the theme is dark and heavy.

Instead of my usual slow burn build-up to romantic sex, I want to stay keep the over all style of the story and make the journey to the sex scene heavy, and full of tears. Yeah, sounds awful, but the in the burning point everything explodes and they fuck.

I'd never written anything like this and tried to find examples, but didn't find any. If you know such a scene in Lit, please give me a link.

I rarely link anything here, don't have a link in my sig and try to reply to posts based on opinion and experience rather than shoving my work in people's faces.

But this is exactly what you're looking for.

In 2010 the second story I posted here was chapter one of Siblings with Benefits. The series would be written over a year and a half and feature, survivors of child abuse, addiction, mental illness, a suicide attempt, endless heartbreaking moments, several violent fight scenes and rough as fuck sex that's as much a fight as a sexual encounter.

Written in first person (Ugh) poor grammar as I'd been writing a couple of months before this came out and the shameful use of 'size' when it comes to the brother. Live and learn mistakes, but it also had a shocking effect on the category. People asking what the fuck, people wondering who the hell I was and what the hell was wrong with me because this is not what the category is used to.

It may be flawed, but its raw as fuck and nothing has come along that's similar to its overall dark tones for an extended series. Not popular but had an infamous reputation in its time. Two chapters of the five-chapter finale ended up reported for violent content, so the ultimate conclusion is only for sale because I wouldn't change it to soften it.

Two pages of 'dark rough sibcest' in hold my beer fashion.

https://www.literotica.com/s/siblings-with-benefits-ch-01

 

[Bramblethorn]

Not on Lit, but the film "A History of Violence" has a scene of consensual angry sex that might fit the bill.

 

[Dreamerman77]

Not quite as intense as @Djmac1031's excerpt, but my werewolf ex-boyfriend bootycall story climaxes with some anger and bitterness...

Thank you. You are right, not quite as intense. Your fairy-like-word-flow hides the anger a bit. I liked that.