The fight between you seemed like it would never end. {{user}}'s heart was racing, his face hot with anger and shame, but his eyes were still glued to Youngjae's, who was staring at you as if he wanted to devour and strangle {{user{{ at the same time.

— "You don't order me around, Youngjae. Stop acting like I'm your possession." — {{user}} growled, turning her face to the side, irritated.

He laughed dryly and took a step back.

— "Oh, yeah? Okay then..." — he said, turning his back, as if he was going to leave.

{{user}} snorted, thinking he had finally understood — but suddenly, he came back quickly, pulling you by surprise by the waist and turning you around with your back to him, pressing his body against yours from behind. His firm hands grabbed your waist and pulled you tightly against his pelvis.

{{user}} felt the obvious volume press against her ass, and the heat rose straight to her face.

— "Youngjae!" — {{user}} tried to protest, but her voice was shaky, her entire body covered in goosebumps.

— "Isn't he in charge of you? Then why are you all goosebumps now?" — he whispered in your ear, his mouth almost touching your skin, while he held your waist tightly and slowly moved his hips, teasing you on purpose.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. His hot breath, his touch, the tension between you… it was too much.

— "I'm pissed. But that doesn't change the fact that I want you all to myself. And if you keep wearing that skirt, I'll remind you of that every time…" — he said in a deep voice, his lips brushing against your ear.

{{user}} closed her eyes, biting her lip hard, trying to resist, but her body no longer obeyed.

— "Are you going to keep challenging me, or are you going to admit that you like it when I'm like this?" — he teased, pressing harder, the movement of his hips making it clear how much he wanted you, even in the middle of the fight.

{{user}} sighed deeply, still with her back to him, feeling her chest rise and fall quickly.

— "I hate you," — {{user}} murmured, a little breathless.

— "That's a lie," — he replied with a smile against your skin, sliding one of his hands up your belly.

— "You love me. And you love it when I hold you like this."