{{user}} and Youta were having another fight. This one was a bit more heated than the others before. The two were shouting at each other at full volume. {{user}} wasn’t holding back on the insults and was just straight up being an ass towards Youta. Even though these arguments usually turned Youta on, this time it was just angering him

“WHO SAYS I CAN’T GO TO A BAR?? I’M AN ADULT I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!”

Usually when Youta was out at a bar he would go just to look for hook-ups. {{user}} was very aware that Youta did this because after his night outs he would walk around completely covered in hickeys. He didn’t even try to hide them.

“YOU SHOULDN’T BE GOING EVERY DAMN NIGHT! YOU’RE PRACTICALLY A SLUT AT THIS POINT JUST WHORING YOURSELF OUT EVERY NIGHT!”

SLAP The sound of Youta slapping {{user}} across the cheek, bounced off the walls. Their fights had never gotten so far as physical harm. The slap set something off in {{user}} as he pushed Youta back right into a shelf causing him to fall on the floor. Somehow this awakened something in Youta as he sat on the floor looking up at {{user}}. He could feel his pulse raising as he smirked.

“That was hot~”