Going with the flow

your gaze, which was fixated on the wooden floorboards of levi's room, shifted with no merit. from your position, bent over his knees and completely bare, there was nothing to do except wallow in the feeling of submission and a twinge of humiliation.

his hand rubbed against the firm planes of your ass, fingers digging into flesh until it left mottled red marks along the skin.

the mess he was referring to was your dripping, aching cunt that mocked you for being turned on by this demeaning position.

"do you want to apologize now?" a beat passed. you bit down onto your bottom lip, stifling the crude whimper that threatened to leave your mouth. "or do you need another reminder?"

without waiting, his rough hand came down with a harsh smack! rippling through your bones and echoing in the room. it wasn't a gentle tap, it's a stinging, deliberate strike. he doesn't give you a second to recover before he strikes again, making your ass jiggle from the force of the blow.

you yelped, hissing at the impact that he instantly soothed with the palm of his hand. you could imagine it now, the red hand shaped mark that accompanied the others. evidence of your punishment.

"you know better than to distract me," levi spoke in a condescending tone, referring to earlier today when you made the mistake of letting your hand travel a little bit too high on his thigh during a midday strategy meeting, squeezing the muscle and reveling in the way the tendon in his neck strained.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, only because you were so frustrated with him ignoring where you wanted him most. "i didn't mean—"

"i don't even want to hear it anymore."

his hand slides down in between your thighs, a single finger slipping through your folds which were already dripping with need. he chuckles, finger diving inside with no preamble. you lurch forward at the contact, thighs instinctively pressing together which he combats by using his other hand to hold you still.

"don't run away," he said, curling the finger up and moving it in at a slow pace, giving you just enough to keep you reeling but not enough to grant any real pleasure. "look at you. all that confidence before and you're soaking for me."

a second finger joins the first, pumping them in and out that makes your back arch towards his legs, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling. his thumb rubs against your clit with zero tenderness, testing to see how much you could take before you broke.

the friction is intense, his fingers working to stretch you and creating wet, squelching sounds.

tiny moans leave your mouth, bucking your hips backwards to try and chase the rhythm of his fingers. "you like being treated like this, don't you?" he murmurs, watching in almost a state of awe at how compliant you were being. "say it. be a good girl and say you like it."

but you couldn't, not when you could feel your walls tightening against his fingers, the pad of his thumb scraping just right against your clit.

then, he does what you feared most, withdrawing his fingers with a wet, sucking sound leaving you glistening in the dim light. his hand raises again, not as high this time, and instead of slapping your ass, his hand comes down on your pussy.

you yelped, whole body jerking at the feeling. it stung, a dull ache that left you reeling more than anything. you didn't feel pain. you felt pleasure from it. and levi knew, repeating the motion and enjoying the way you jumped again.

"say it."

his finger traces your entrance, not even giving you the satisfaction of pushing it in. it sends goosebumps up your spine all the way to the back of your neck, mouth parting, trying to find the words. "i... i—"

"you... you what?" he stammered just like you. "use your words, brat."

a slap to your cunt again was the final crack in your composure, a loud, languid moan of i like it spilling from your lips. you repeat it again for good measure, hoping that he would give you some type of relief by touching you.

your prayers were answered, but in all the wrong ways.

levi didn't push his fingers back in, instead he grabbed you by the base of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your face up.

"such a good girl," he whispered into your ear, pulling you by the hair harder so you moved off of his legs onto the floor. "you're so pretty when you do what i say."

levi grabbed you by your arms, pushing you face down onto the bed.

Mahito was good at a lot of different things. He was a good listener who asked active questions, he was a keen fighter quick to action, he was good for a laugh and to do just about anything to make you smile, and he was amazing at following orders. 

He was just not good at giving head. 

Mahito was a kid in a candy shop with an unlimited budget when it came to eating you out. He was all over the place, trying so many things to see what he liked without once attempting to find rhyme or rhythm. He would lick and suck at your body in places that were uncomfortable, latching to your outer walls and swiping along your crotch, instead of giving your clit or slit attention. And when he finally did give it attention, you were already too worked up and frustrated to enjoy any action he gave you. 

“Mahito,” you growled at him, prompting him to pop his head back up from between your legs and tilt his head expectantly to the side. You let out a disgruntled sigh while his hands gripped at your thighs and rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “You’re doing that thing again.” 

“What thing?” he cooed sweetly at you, “I thought I was doing good! I had my tongue out, I didn’t make it into a snake like I did the first time!” You cringed at the memory and allowed the shudder to coast up your spine while you glared at him, “I didn’t do that quick rubbing back and forth thing over and over again! I’m doing my best, scouts’ honor!” 

“You’ve never been a ‘scout’, honey,” you chuckled down at him. Moving to lean up on your elbows, you fully drag your core away from him and reach down to cup his face, “I didn’t want it to come to this, but I don’t think you’ve given me any other-.”

“-Don’t ask someone else to do it!” He was quick to raise his hands defensively and shake them in front of you, “I’m still learning. I can do it, I swear. I swear…” His hands made a grabby motion to move towards you, prompting you to sigh and swat them back. Despite your disgruntled expression, you couldn’t fight the crawling smile to find its way onto your lips at his mild panic. 

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you moved from your recline to fully sit up and cup his cheek in your hand, “What I was suggesting was you change from… that…” you nod your head towards his crotch, “...And into something like mine, purely so I can teach you what it feels like when you do what you’re doing, and what it feels like when you do it right.”

The cursed spirit pouted and leaned his head into your hand while avoiding your eyes. He remained silent until the spark of enthusiasm returned to him. He was quick to move up and straddle your waist, pressing his clothed crotch down on your bare belly. 

“You think I can make a really pretty one?” he asked sweetly, “Are we gonna watch porn together to see what kind of pussy would look good on me? What if I make it really hairy? Like a big bush?! And maybe have the inner walls come out and have a massive clit, and maybe make it like a venus fly-trap that like chomps back, or maybe it’s got teeth on the outside and could-.”

“-Mahito!” you laughed at him and reached for his black shirt and slowly peeled it off his creamy torso, thumbing over his stitching until the cloth fled his head, “If you like it, we can try that later. For now, you’re going to grow one relatively easy for me to show you how to eat me out properly. Okay?” 

Mahito hummed down at you and drew his hands up to cup yours on his shoulders. He gently thumbed over your knuckles before turning his head to kiss at your fingers, shuddering as you slowly dragged your blunt fingernails down his chest and pinched at his nipples. He bore his hips down against your body before he swung his leg over yours to dismount from your lap and reach for your laptop by your bed.

“I want to get a really pretty one, though,” he commented firmly, waving his finger at you, “Just to start off with. Okay?” 

“Sounds good to me,” you shrugged in response. 

After spending a little time online, Mahito decided to push the laptop to the side and study your own, tilting his head to the side while he willed his body to grow his own at the expense of his cock. It was not too long until he and you were sat on your sides with him thumbing apart your walls to then grow his own vagina. He shuddered as the air hit him, his legs butterflied out to the side while he experienced it in all its glory. 

“Ew! Why is it so slippery already!?” he laughed nervously while his fingers slowly rubbed along his inner walls, “Hah! I think I could cum if I do this enough. Wait, what’s- ahh-!” His face flushed a violent red as soon as his fingers brushed against his clit, prompting you to immediately grip his wrists and push him back with all your weight until he was on his back and looking up at you with shock.

“Now stay just like that,” you commanded him while shouldering his legs open, “That’s my good boy-... Hang on, do you want me to call you that right now, or would you prefer ‘pretty girl’?” Mahito’s eyes went from mildly concerned and aroused to deep in thought. He pondered for a moment before his lips broadened in a grin.

“No, I’m still a boy,” he beamed at you, “And I’m still yours.” He batted his lengthy, blue eyelashes innocently down at you while he spread his thighs to enable you better access into his sweet centre. He led you by his hands into his body while smiling as sweetly and innocently as he could.  

Narrowing your eyes and pursing your lips at him, you gave him a gentle kiss on his thigh and bullied your way back against his core by hooking his legs over your shoulders and pressing them back against his belly. Now revealed to you, you examined his cunt and hummed in approval while watching his arousal begin to seep from his slit out and down towards his puckered hole.

“Wow, you are actually really into this, aren’t you?” you commented while thumbing open his walls. Mahito whined and reached down to swat at you before you leaned down and latched immediately against his clit. You flattened your tongue and swirled over his pert nub, ensuring the hood was elevated by both of your thumbs at the top of his cunt to give him the maximum pressure he could experience. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-!” he cried. His back bowed and hands immediately shifted to your head to hold you against him. His clit throbbed in your mouth while arousal hit your chin and left a glossy sheen of his ecstasy against your skin. He was close already, his body nearing that end by the pitch in his whine...

…Prompting you to immediately unlatch from his clit and attach your lips to his outer wall. 

Mahito let out a sound somewhere between a roar in rage and a braying whine while he immediately moved to sit. He pushed your body away from him and peered down at you with venomous rage in his eyes. You could not bite back the fiendish giggle that bubbled in your throat the longer he stared at you with anger in his dual-colored lenses. 

“Oh, so you think this is funny?” he growled while his pout continued to overtake his face, “I was going to cum! And you just-.... You just-... You…” his eyes moved from their scowl to then immediately widen at you with a deep understanding of empathy. There was a sheepishness to his expression, prompting you to find your own little victory on your face the longer he processed it. 

“You get it now?” 

“Yes, I get it now.” 

“You want me to make you cum now, pretty boy?” you bat your eyes at him and reached up to cup his right cheek, thumbing over the meeting place between his horizontal and vertical scar. “Learned your lesson, honey?” You leaned up and gently placed a soft kiss against his lips before deepening it. Mahito moved his hands to wrap firmly around your middle and hold you against himself, moving his lips easily against your own to cast that perfect mold over them in a way only he could. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Mahito’s eyes welled a little at the water line, his unhinged charm disappearing and replaced with a wonder and anticipation the longer he gazed at you. You took that as an affirmation, prompting you to go between his legs and truly take into account the cunt he grew for you to enjoy. You cooed gently at it, looking at the small patch of blue hair and how his pearly clit stood out from between his pretty, pink walls still gushing with arousal. 

“Okay, baby,” you smile down at him, “We’re going to teach you some things, okay? Starting with this.” You moved your hand against his pussy, parting his folds to give you better access to his clit. With one hand keeping his body open, the other moved your index finger against his clit, focussing on small circles before switching to an up and down motion. Mahito’s breath came out in gentle pants, watching eagerly while you easily coached pleasure out of him with just a small motion. 

Mahito tried to fight the small moans coming from his throat, attempting to remove the way his face began to contort in pleasure the longer you played with him - all which only served to have you focus on the same motions over and over again. His whines began to become more apparent to the point that he couldn’t give you a second of warning before his walls began to contract around nothing, clit stiffening while his legs shook in time with every wave of his orgasm. 

The cursed spirit brayed and bleated with every small wave of a very gentle climax, his clit the only thing being stimulated by a single finger. Mahito reached down to grab your wrist to stop your motion from the oversensitivity, causing you to chuckle at him. He flopped back onto the mattress and covered his face in the remaining hand while the one against your wrist relaxed as soon as you withdrew your index finger from his clit. 

“What have we learned?” you hummed up at him from between his legs. Mahito groaned at you and muffled his answer from behind his fingers, prompting you to nip harshly at his inner thigh. He gasped and shot you an accusatory look while you continued to beam up at him. 

“Same movement. Long period of time. No alteration to the motion,” he snarled at you with his nose scrunched. You felt your belly coil at his sweet expression, prompting you to smirk at him in response and return to your place between his legs. Panic moved in his eyes while your hands slowly returned to his pussy. “N-No, wait! What are you doing?” He moved his body back, causing you to wrap your forearms around his thighs to drag him back into yourself.

“Teaching you the next thing about having a pussy, Mahito,” you nodded up at him, “Multiple orgasms.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” Mahito panicked, which only promoted your mocking: “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” in response to him. He tried to move his hands to shove you away, only stopping when your index finger moved down to his slit and slowly pressed into his core. He bleated out at the foreign sensation while you continued to work him open. It was only when you pressed down until the third knuckle, your finger completely sheathed in him that he began to relax into you and examined the sensation.

“Is this what it’s like for you when I put my cock in?” he pondered while peering down at you between his legs, “Like, this weird tickly thing that- oh, what’s that?!” You pressed against the spongy underside of his clit and focussed your grinding pressure on the pad of your index finger against it.

“That, baby,” you retracted your finger completely down to the tip of your finger before pressing your middle finger beside it, “Is your g-spot. It’s where some people can have a different type of orgasm. Lots of people can’t, but I thought there wasn’t any harm in trying with you. Can I add another finger?” 

“Please,” Mahito asked sweetly, “But be gentle, it’s my first time with one of these.” He gestured down at his pussy, where you’ve settled in comfortably, “I don’t want it to hurt. I saw… I saw that it hurts when you get- Oh, fuuuuck-!” You added the second finger down to the hilt, watching as he completely flopped back into the mattress and fluttered his eyes close shut in bliss.

“It only hurts if you’re not wet enough, and you’re not completely relaxed,” you nod down at his body while slipping your fingers in and out of him, “And baby, between you and me, you’re completely coating my palm right now. We’re in no short supply of any arousal. Also,” you moved your thumb up to pinch at the thin barrier between his clit and his g-spot, moving in tandem with your single hand to bring him pleasure, “You’re so close to cumming again.” 

“I am,” he gasped softly. His eyebrows triangulated up in the center as his lips parted in a perfect circle, “I-It’s like-! I-I-I can’t help it!” 

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” you cooed up at him, “Let go for me. I want you to cum for me so you know how good it feels. Come on, Mahito. Don’t you want to make me proud?” Mahito cried. His body sobbing with him while he gushed out more of his sweet, syruppy arousal into your hand. His cunt sucked greedily on your fingers with every thrumming contraction while he cast aside his inhibitions to reduce his sweet moans. Your own cunt clenched while yelling for attention, forcing you to lose yourself in helping him lose himself. 

Retracting your fingers completely, you moved your thumb up to his clitoral hood and immediately lunged for his clit while he was too distracted to pull you away. He yelped and sobbed, moving his hands to your head and attempted to weakly swat you away while you were relentless in sprinting him from one climax to the next. 

“W-W-W-WAIT-!” Mahito screamed while his back bowed away from the bed, “No, I-I’m gonna-! Mmnnmnhghh-! I’m gonna cum again! Wait-!” Mahito grabbed the back of your head and grappled you against his cunt, all while howling your name as if he was summoning you with a chant to a faith starring you as his deity. “Cumming,” he whimpered pathetically, “M’cumming-!” 

You muffled your own pleasure at the sight while staring up at him through sex-drunk eyes and watching as his chest heaved in time with the thrum of his cunt. He began to sob as thick, wet tears that then coasted down his cheeks and dampen the pillow beneath his head. Sweat beaded at his temples while his lengthy hair stuck to his skin. He resigned himself to his fate as you continued to suck and roll your tongue against his cunt to shepherd one climax into the next. 

Both of you had forgotten why he did this to begin with somewhere between the fifth and sixth time you’d drawn out of him on your hands, lips, and tongue. Mahito was completely lost to the sensation and beyond wrung out by the time he had his legs interwoven with your own. Chest to chest, cunt to cunt, Mahito lazily rolled his hips against yours to grind against you. Both your arousals stuck together in a messy kiss while you met that friction to bring together your joint highs. 

“S-S-So like this,” Mahito uttered with his breath catching in his throat, “J-Just with a rh-rhythm like-! I’m gonna cum again. I’m gonna cum again. I-I th-think I’m gonna die with this o-one!” his whimpering sob had your hands immediately gripping his ass to drag him to and fro as your own impending orgasm knit itself in your belly and began to tighten. Your clits caught against one another, just as your lips met in a messy, passionate oscillation of tongues and teeth. Your pussies caught against one another while you both met your highs. 

Light split in your vision while Mahito screamed against your lips, his body going rigid in your arms before completely going limp and allowing you to drag him against your body to drag out your high. The weight of his body crushing your torso had you feeling trapped, bringing out a lengthier rise in you until your breath returned back to its regular rapidity. You reached up and stroked Mahito’s hair while you felt his pelvis shift into his regular cock, lying limply between your legs and as asleep as he was. 

“You did so good, baby,” you praised him while his gentle snores huffed against your cheek and jaw. You pressed your lips against his temple and slowly moved him over to his side. His lashes were completely fluttered shut, out like a candle blown by the wind. He looked at peace and sleeping soundly beside you. Reaching down for the blankets, you moved them over your bodies and gave him a final kiss while settling in beside him. 

You couldn’t remember falling asleep, but you never forgot the rest you found in his arms while ignoring the world continuing to busy itself around you. Just you and your Mahito, syncing in breaths and climaxes until you finally found the peace you both deserved. 

“Wha..?” You weren’t even able to get your words out before Satoru has your arm up in the air. His eyes wandering over the bruise that was wrapped around your upper arm.

“Who the fuck touched you?” His heart is slamming into his ribcage. He doesn’t know what happened, but he knew enough. You were hurt, and he wasn’t there to protect you.

He wishes he could extend his infinity out to you at all times, but even he has limits unfortunately.

“Satoru- My arm-“ You whine while your lofty boyfriend with his abnormally long limbs is nearly holding you up by your wrist. You looked pitiful — dangling from his grip.

“Who.” He demands again, and those stormy blue eyes meet yours. His mind is racing — thinking of who he’s going to kill. Will he snuff them out like a cigarette with his infinity? Or maybe he blow a whole in them with hollow purple. Maybe he could figure out a new technique to rip them in half on an atomic level.

“It was an accident!” You cry as you try to pull your arm aways from his unrelenting grip. “I was about to fall off the subway, and this guy grabbed me so I didn’t fall and break my neck.”

Satoru’s face stays cold, and his eyes look back at the obvious handprint bruise on your arm. Judging by the way it’s awkwardly positioned, he knows you’re telling the truth.

“Oh! Well baby, why didn’t you just say that?” Your entirely too happy boyfriend is immediately back with a coy grin as if he wasn’t just fantasizing about murder. “You got to be more careful when getting off the subway, silly goose.” His finger lightly thump you on the forehead.

SUGURU

You’ve always been so clumsy your entire life: tripping over your own feet, bumping into the corners of tables and walls, accidentally stubbing your toe, the list goes on…

You were racing down the broken escalator at the mall to try to get to your favorite store before it closed for the day. You were just so focused on getting to your destination that you weren’t paying attention to ahead of you.

You barrel straight into this guy who miraculously grabs onto you and the railing before both of you take a nasty fall. The two of you pant in each other’s arms for just a moment before you’re backing away — professing your deepest apologies for not being more careful. The guy just awkwardly smiles and waves you on, knowing you were probably trying to get to a specific store.

You didn’t even think about the little incident afterwards. You have so many “near misses” in a day that you just completely black them out.

Suguru’s lips are clasped to your neck, giving you sloppy kisses right on the sweet spot of your neck.

“Fuuuck, pretty girl… can never get tired of this pussy.” He groans softly into your ear. Both of you are so lost in each other, feeling your essences mix with each time his massive cock slips into your clammy entrance. You’re practically sucking him in at this point — greedyyy.

“Sugu- Ah~!” You’re breathy as your hand reaches up to clasp the pillow behind you. The way your pussy flutters around him as you’re nth orgasm is about to take over has him nearly seeing stars.

Nearly.

His eyes normally focus on you while he fucks you until you’re nothing more than a puddle in his arms, but right now, that damn bruise has his attention.

“What fucking monkey touched you?” He asks in a low growl before he’s pinning both your arms above your head. He slips his cock out of you — eliciting a frustrated whine from edging you.

His eyes are too busy scoping out the rest of your body. How did he miss the fresh bruise that was so blatantly displayed on your arm.

“Sugu..” You whine — still mindless and cockdrunk. Your thighs part as you try to seduce him back between your legs.

“Hey.” He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. “I need my girlfriend right now — not my slut. Who touched you?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” You lazily whine as you look over towards your arm, and you think for a moment of how the bruise must’ve gotten there..

“Which fucking monkey touched you?” He grits again. His temper is only building. How were you unable to remember who touched you?

“Hmm.. oh! I was running down those broken escalators at the mall, and I nearly sent me and this guy down the entire flight. Thankfully, he was able to grab us both.” You’re finally able to recount the memory to Geto.

Your poor stressed boyfriend pinches the bridge of his nose. He instantly knows that you’re telling the truth because this is just so damn like you.

“What have I told you about being aware of your surroundings? Now you’re going to make me have to punish you.”

Great! Now you’re not getting to finish at all tonight! :(

NANAMI

It was another normal Sunday evening in your home. The lights were turned down low, and the curtains were drawn so the golden hour sun could pool into the kitchen and dining room. You and Ken were listening to your playlist while cooking dinner together.

Cooking dinner with Nanami wasn’t like some normal, ordinary task. Cooking with him was almost as intimate as having sex with him — the way his hands so carefully massaged into your hips. Your back was pressed flush against his toned chest, and his chin was either resting on yours or resting on your shoulder.

He wasn’t dead weight either. Nanami could cook his ass off. You were the one who needed the extra help, so right now, Nanami was guiding your hands on how to perfectly and evenly chop zucchini.

His eyes grazed over your hands, taking in your form to see if he needed to correct you in any way. That’s when he saw the bruise peaking out from underneath your shirt sleeve.

Nanami’s hand is quick, and he swiftly disarms you so you don’t accidentally cut yourself before he tugs your arm sleeve. His usually calm face slowly twisted into a scowl.

“Who did that to you?” He asks lowly with an intimidating glare. Of course, he’s not mad at you, but he is mad that someone touched his wife.

“What…?” You ask with a small pout, not knowing what he was talking about in the slightest. You had clearly forgotten about that nice stranger who pulled you back onto the sidewalk when a car decided to ignore the pedestrian walking symbol. They had saved your life.

“The name of the person who grabbed you.” Nanami demands as he gestures to your marked up wrist. “Now.”

“I- wait, Ken… That’s not what it looks like…” You try to explain with a small frown.

“Then please, do tell me what it is before I go find them for myself.”

When you explained to him that the person who grabbed you actually saved you from severe injury, Nanami let out a sigh — partially of relief and partially of stress.

He brings your wrist up to his mouth before he places light kisses around the bruise. “You have to be more careful, darling… I need you here with me.”

CHOSO

Yuji was the one to grab you harshly and pull you back, creating that nasty bruise on your arm. He really didn’t mean to grab you so hard!! He just forgets his superhuman strength sometimes.

You were about to run into someone while at the school. Yuji was just trying to be a good brother-in-law and protect you. He was nearly in tears when he saw the huge handprint on your arm.

“Please don’t tell Choso. He’ll kill me if he finds out! Please! Say you swear!” He pleads as he clasps his hands together and grovels at your feet.

You tried reassuring him that his brother wasn’t going to kill him, but Yuji wouldn’t rest until you promised not to tell.

“Hi baby.” Choso greets you as usual, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple as he casually strolls towards the bathroom to shower. He’s glistening with sweat from training with Yuki and Todo all day.

“Mm! Wait for me!” You call out, trailing behind him like a horny dog (it’s okay girl me too). Choso happily waits for you in the shower. His dark hair comes down to his shoulders as he lets his hair down and steps into the hot water, immediately rinsing his body of the filth and grime.

“Missed you, baby.” He hums as he slowly corners you against the shower wall. His hand gently cups your chin to press a passionate kiss to your lips.

You softly giggle as you feel something already poking at your leg. “So sensitive~” You tease as you go to wrap your hand around his length.

Choso quickly grabs your arm, going to pin it above your head. He wanted to touch you first. You’re always taking care of him. He wanted to return the favor.

When you softly hiss in response due to him pressing on your bruise, he freezes. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No- no, you did nothing.” You try to reassure him with a wave of your hands. Your bruise catches his eye.

“Did I- Did I do that?” He immediately asks as he takes your arm and cradles it gently into his oversized hands. His face slowly shifts to a guilty pout.

Your eyes widen as you realize your poor boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of human bruising. He truly thinks he grabbed you so hard that your skin immediately started to bruise.

“No, nonono, baby, you didn’t do that. ‘s okay.” You go to reassure him, gently holding your hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb over the small tattoos under his eyes.

“Then… who did?” His voice shifts to a less panicked one, and his gaze hardens slightly.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize just how quickly he can turn on that more dominant, powerful side of him. “Uh.. well.. it was an accident.. We shouldn’t go on a witch hunt or anything like that…”

“Right. Who grabbed you so hard that they left a mark on you?” He doesn’t relent, towering over you with such an unamused gaze. His eyes are angry while staring at you.

“You have to promise me you won’t hurt him, Cho. It was really an accident. He was trying to save me.”

Choso stays quiet. He’s learned not to make promises that he can’t keep, and all of his thoughts are about how he was going to hurt this mysterious guy who laid a hand on you.

“Choso… It was Yuji. He was trying to keep me from running into somebody! He didn’t mean to hurt me-“

Your boyfriend’s face shifts to one of surprise. He didn’t expect Yuji to be the culprit of the bruise on your arm. His eyes flick over to the bruise, and he lets out a hefty sigh.

“Sometimes… older brothers have to be the one to teach hard lessons…”

“Choso, it was an accident.”

TOJI

“Mmm.. shit…” Toji hums before he goes in for another bite. You watch him with a playful gaze. He always gets so hungry after a completed hit, and when the job takes more than one day, he misses your cooking almost as much as he misses you.

“Toji, slow down. No one’s going to take your food from you.” You gently chide with a laugh. Little three-year-old Megumi is in his high chair, eating like an animal because he’s mimicking daddy.

You’re happy that your husband appreciates your cooking because you did nearly die while trying to get the ingredients to make this stupid dinner.

You were in the parking lot of the grocery store with Megumi in your arms, and while walking towards the store’s entrance, a car nearly backed over you and the small child in your arms.

Thankfully, a stranger was behind you, and he was fast enough to yank you and Megumi back away from the car. It was honestly a miracle that you and Megumi made it completely unscathed.

Well, almost unscathed. You did have a pretty nasty bruise on your hip where the stranger grabbed you with such strength.

“Look at what kind of table manners you’re teaching your son.” You continue on while wiping Megumi’s face clean with a baby wipe. The small child whines and tries to break free from your grasp.

“Can’t help it, doll. Your cooking’s too good.” Toji finally lifts his head up from his plate, and with almost lazer focus, he immediately notices the bruise on your hip due to your shirt hiking up a bit since you’re bent over dealing with Megumi.

“What the fuck happened?” He immediately asks, gesturing his fork towards the bruise on your hip. “Did some fuck touch you?”

You look at him with a hint of confusion for a second, but as soon as you look down and see the bruise, you immediately remember the event that transpired earlier today.

“I-“

You don’t even get the next word out before Toji’s on you, lifting your shirt up to see the perfectly drawn out handprint bruised into your pretty skin. The scar on his lips twitch in frustration, and your heart begins to stutter — understanding exactly what it looks like.

“Toji-“

“What the fuck happened?” His voice is a low grumble as he eyes you closely. He’s itching to hear a name — someone to kill for touching you like that. Only he gets to touch you there.

Your words are choked up in your throat, misunderstanding Toji’s possessiveness for anger towards you. You can’t even think of what to say before your son speaks up for you.

“Mama and I saved by a man!” Megumi shouts, looking up at his dad, even your toddler understood the gravity of the situation.

“Saved?” Toji questions as he shifts his gaze over to Megumi with a raised eyebrow — still angry but albeit a little amused.

“Yeah! Car almost hit mama and me! The man grabbed us to save us.” Your toddler explains it as if it’s a fond memory for him.

Your eyes meet Toji’s, and you nod your head slightly, agreeing with your son. “I was going into the market, and a car nearly backed over Megumi and I. The guy grabbed us up before it completely hit us.”

Toji takes a big breath, and his large palm finds the back of your head, guiding you to lie on his chest for moment. He just needs to he close to you after the gymnastics his brain just did.

“Christ, mama. Don’t worry me like that.” He mumbles lowly before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Daddy, ew! Gross!”

SUKUNA

It was time for nightly worship for you and the other concubines, except here recently, it’s only been you attending nightly worship. The concubines had been dropping like flies recently… like actually dropping dead.

Why would Sukuna need concubines when you were already his most devout follower? Not to mention, he immediately made up his mind once he felt your precious cunt for the first time — so fucking tight and wet, begging to be bred by him — he didn’t need anyone else. You were the solution to all of his problems. Hell, he might even give you his heir one day.

He was sat in his throne with a mere red and black silk robe covering his monstrous body. One of his hands was occupied with a chalice of… well, you don’t really want to know what he was sipping on.

His other oversized hand was tenderly resting on your head. His palm was as big as your head, covering the crown completely, while you had your chin propped up on his thigh — on your knees in front of him. This was his favorite sight. He could really appreciate your beauty when the other concubines weren’t making so much racket. It was the right decision to have them disposed of.

You’re so pliant with your head in his lap. He finds it amusing how comfortable you look before him — as if he isn’t the literal incarnate of evil. He almost finds you adorable like a small kitten.

“What are you thinking about, woman?” He asks, surprisingly breaking the silence between you two. He’s the type of man to value the quiet, and he hates small talk, but he can’t help but want to hear your voice.

“Hm?” You hum lazily, being broken out of your daydream. Your eyes meet his as you look up at him. “I’m just thinking about bedtime… It’s been an eventful day.” You answer softly before a yawn escapes you, earning a small snicker from Sukuna.

“You shall retire in my chambers tonight. Go dispose of your clothes and slip between the sheets. I’ll be in there in just a moment.” He pats your head, signaling you may get up now.

Scurrying off to Sukuna’s chambers, the King of Curses narrows his eyes. He could’ve swore he just saw a bruise on you, and it’s definitely not one that he left…

Once he was inside his chambers, his eyes rested upon your small, frail body. You looked so cute, curled up in his massive bed. He slips his robe off, revealing his sculpted body. He looks like more than a king. He’s no less than a god.

Slipping between the sheets so he can finally feel your flesh against his, Sukuna can’t help but check. One of his hands captures your arm, and he looks at it. A deep scowl forms on his face as he sees the mark of another on you.

“What fool dared to touch you?” He demands, blood pressure already rising.

“What-?” You ask a bit confused, but you’re quickly reminded when Sukuna presses down on the bruise, making it worse. He’s sick in the head, thinking that if he can’t remove the bruise from you, he’ll just make his own mark right on top of it-

“Ow-! Kuna-!” You whine as his thumb presses down firmer. “Why are you- oww! please! I’m sorry, my lord! The gardener was just trying to save me from tripping and falling-“

His hand releases. “The gardener, huh?” He muses before making a few hand symbols. You’ll never see that gardener again. He should’ve known better than you touch you. You watch Sukuna with a slightly fearful look, and Sukuna feels his stomach twist with detest.

“Don’t look at me like that. It displeases me.” He frowns when he notes your fear does not simply vanish. Releasing a tense breath, he carefully brings your arm up to his mouth, and he presses a gentle kiss to the darkening bruise on your arm. “I had to make my own mark. I forget how fragile you mortals are… I… apologize.”

MAHITO

His eyes were wide and filled with utter rage as he saw the bruise displayed on your arm. He didn’t know how to cope with these new… emotions. Mahito didn’t believe he could feel a thing such as jealousy until you came around, his pretty pet. you just didn’t know it yet.

His foot was tapping violently against the ground as he tried to think of a way to bring it up casually in front of the others. He didn’t need Kenjaku on his case again for “falling for you”… whatever that fucking meant.

“Did you have a run in with the sorcerers, pet?” He finally asks as you and Jogo are playing Mahjong.

You look down at your arm at the blue and purple bruise that was welping up on your skin, and you nod your head at Mahito’s question.

“One of them got me good… He barely touched me though, so it caught me off guard.” You finally respond, and Mahito feels his very soul light on fire. Another man dared to touch you? You? His pet?? Even worse, it was a sorcerer.

“Did you kill him?” Mahito asks as he has to place his hands underneath his thighs to keep from reaching out to grab you up. Last time he did that, Kenjaku threatened to swallow him up like an uzumaki, but he can’t help it. He constantly feels an overwhelming urge to just touch you. If he could, he’d merge your soul with his so you’d be bound to him for life.

“No… he got away before I could finish the job.” You pout as you place your next tile down on the playing board.

“What did he look like?” Mahito’s heart starts to race. The thought of killing the guy who dared to touch you is intoxicating. He wants to hear the man cry and beg for mercy. He wants to coat himself in the man’s blood then fuck you until you cry.

“Oh, um, he had pink fluffy hair, and a jujutsu tech uniform on with red sneakers.”

“You ran into Sukuna’s vessel, Yuji Itadori???” Kenjaku perks up from the newspaper he was reading, and he immediately stomps over to you, needing more information.

After finishing the seashell painting session and carefully setting the finished shell art aside to dry, you and Hyunjin carefully cleaned the long wooden table together.

"Hold this side."

"I got it."

The two of you lifted the newspaper covered in tiny paint stains before folding it neatly. Hyunjin gathered the brushes while you sealed the paint tubes, making sure every cap was tightly closed.

"You really packed everything."

"I told you I came prepared."

"You packed enough supplies for an entire art class."

You laughed proudly.

"What if everyone suddenly wanted to paint?"

"...Fair point."

He bumped his shoulder lightly against yours.

"I'm glad you did."

You smiled before pulling a large picnic cloth from your beach bag.

"Oh!"

"Can you help me spread this?"

Hyunjin grabbed the opposite corner.

Together you snapped the cloth through the air.

It floated gently before settling perfectly across the long wooden table.

One by one, containers began appearing across the table.

Cold fried chicken.

Kimbap.

Fruit.

Sandwiches.

Rice balls.

Snacks.

Bottled drinks.

Fresh fruit juice.

You arranged everything neatly while Hyunjin lined up paper cups and napkins.

When everything was finally ready, he cupped both hands around his mouth.

"Everyone!"

"Lunch!"

Immediately heads turned.

Han was the loudest, as usual, he practically sprinted

“Why do I have sand in places I didn’t even know existed?”

“You threw yourself onto the ground four times,” Seungmin replied, not even looking up from the bag of snacks he was unpacking. “That is a consequence of your own choices.”

“I was saving the volleyball.”

“You missed the volleyball.” Changbin laughed so loudly while carried the cooler closer to the table. Jeongin tucked the volleyball beneath one arm. Minho casually folded his hammock before joining everyone. Chan smiled watching everyone naturally gather around the table.

The table filled quickly. Chairs scraped against the sand. Someone claimed the seat closest to the shade. Someone else complained that they were sitting too close to the sun. Felix happily passed drinks around.

You sat between Hyunjin and Minho, and for a while, everything slowed down.

The conversation was softer now.

The kind that came after laughter had tired everyone out a little.

The sea rolled behind you in steady waves. The wind carried salt through the air, cooling the warmth of the sun against your skin. White clouds drifted lazily through the sky, soft and slow, as if the entire afternoon had nowhere else to be.

Minho handed you a piece of fruit without saying anything.

You accepted it automatically.

“Thank you.”

“You need to eat too,” he said simply.

“I am eating.”

“You’ve been feeding everyone else.”

You smiled sheepishly.

Hyunjin leaned closer from your other side.

“She does that.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“You both are exaggerating.”

Chan looked up from across the table, his expression warm.

“You take care of us before you take care of yourself.”

“I just like doing things for you guys.” You replied smiling widely.

“We know,” Chan said gently. “But let us take care of you too.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Time moved quickly after lunch.

One moment, the table was full of food and chatter. The next, it was already past noon, the sky bright and open above the water. More people had started arriving at the beach. Families laid out towels across the sand. Couples walked along the shore. Children ran past with buckets and plastic shovels. You heard different languages around you, laughter blending with music from the nearby bar and the distant sound of waves.

The beach felt alive.

The weather was perfect.

Not too hot.

Not too cold.

Just warm enough that the breeze felt like a gift every time it brushed across your skin.

After everyone finished eating, the members helped clean up. Changbin gathered empty containers while Felix folded the tablecloth. Seungmin wiped down the wooden surface with a wet cloth, complaining that everyone had somehow managed to spill something.

Jeongin stretched his arms above his head, looking toward the ocean.

“We should swim soon.”

Felix immediately brightened. “Yes! The weather is perfect for swimming now.”

"Finally!" Hyunjin shout excitedly. "I've been waiting!"

Everyone hurried toward the beach bags.

Everyone began reapplying sunscreen, passing bottles around, helping one another reach the backs of their shoulders. The smell of coconut and aloe filled the air. Felix squeezed too much onto Han's shoulder.

Han complained.

"You trying to marinate me?"

"You'll thank me later."

Changbin groaned.

"Someone do my back."

"You have hands."

"They don't reach."

You laughed while rubbing sunscreen across your own shoulders.

You finished applying sunscreen to your arms, then looked toward the small hut bar near the edge of the private beach.

“I’ll get ice cream while we wait for this to set.”

Eight heads turned toward you immediately.

“Ice cream?” Han repeated.

“Yes.”

“What flavors?”

"I already know."

Han pointed dramatically.

"I love you."

"I know."

Felix’s eyes widened.

“You remembered?”

“Of course I remembered.”

Your tail swished happily behind you as everyone began listing their choices at once. You laughed as you memorized the orders.

“I’ll be back.”

“Be careful,” Chan called automatically.

You waved. “I will.”

The members shouted their thanks as you slipped your oversized white shirt off, folding it neatly onto your chair before heading toward the small beachside hut

The hut bar was only a short walk away. You left your loose white shirt draped over the back of your chair and made your way across the sand, the black halter swimsuit and wrap skirt moving lightly with each step. The sun warmed your shoulders. The sound of the beach softened the farther you moved from the others.

The little beach bar bustled with customers. Colorful menus hung overhead. The scent of waffles, coffee, and vanilla drifted through the air. You waited patiently beside the counter while the staff finished another order. Leaning lightly against the wooden bar, you glanced out toward the ocean.

At first, you didn’t notice the attention.

You were too focused on remembering everyone’s orders.

One chocolate.

One strawberry.

One mint chocolate.

One cookies and cream.

One vanilla.

One coffee.

Maybe an extra one for whoever complained later.

You leaned against the counter while the staff served the people ahead of you.

Then you felt it.

That uncomfortable awareness.

Someone watching.

You glanced to your right.

Two men stood nearby, both hybrids.

One had black panther ears and a sleek tail that flicked slowly behind him. The other had tawny puma ears and a bright, easy smile. They looked around your age, maybe a little older.

The puma hybrid noticed you looking.

“Hi,” he said cheerfully. “Vacation?”

You gave him a polite smile.

“Yeah.”

“Us too,” he replied. “How’s it been? Hopefully a great vacation”

“It’s been nice.”

Your answer was short, but you kept your tone friendly.

He seemed harmless at first.

Too friendly, maybe.

But harmless.

“I’m Joon,” he said, offering a hand. “This is my cousin, Dojin.”

The black panther hybrid nodded politely with a small smile.

“Nice to meet you.”

You noticed the way their scents layered over one another.

Not just their own scents.

Other people’s scents too.

Strong perfume. Different pheromones. Traces of multiple women, human and hybrid alike.

Your nose twitched and your instincts tightened.

You didn’t take Joon’s hand.

Instead, you bowed politely.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Joon’s smile twitched for half a second, irritation small enough written on it.

“So, what are you getting?”

“Ice cream.”

“For yourself?”

“For my friends.”

“Oh,” Dojin said, moving a little closer. “We can join you.”

You blinked.

“No, thank you.”

The staff finally looked ready to take your order, so you stepped forward and ordered.

“Come on,” Joon interrupted lightly, still trying to make the conversation going. “We’re just being friendly.”

You kept your eyes on the staff.

“I’m here with people already.”

“Still,” Dojin said, now standing closer on your other side. “It’s a shame for a pretty hybrid to be alone.”

Your ears flattened.

“I’m not alone, I told you I’m with a group.”

Joon leaned in.

Too close.

His fingers reached toward a strand of your hair on your shoulder.

You recoiled immediately.

“Please don’t touch me.”

The smile on his face changed.

Not disappearing.

Just becoming less friendly. His tail brushed against the back of your knee.

You flinched.

Taking another step away.

The movement only encouraged him.

"You're really pretty. You know that?"

The staff handed over the bag of ice creams, and relief rushed through you.

You grabbed it quickly.

“I have to go.”

You tried to step around them.

Dojin lifted an arm, blocking your path.

Your body stiffened.

“Move.”

“Why are you in such a rush?” he asked. “We just want to talk.”

Joon’s hand caught your wrist.

Not painfully at first.

But firm.

Too firm.

“Let go.” Your voice lost every ounce of politeness and became more venomous with irritation. His grip tightened when you pulled back. He only tugged your wrist slightly closer. Trying to shorten the distance. A faint wave of his pheromones drifted toward you. Enough to make you grimace and hissed at him.

The plastic bag crinkled in your other hand.

Your tail puffed slightly behind you.

“Let go,” you repeated, sharper this time.

Then—

“You heard her.”

The voice cut through everything.

Calm.

Cold.

Low.

Controlled.

Cold enough that both men froze.

“Let her go.”

You turned your head.

Chan stood a few steps away.

Changbin and Hyunjin were behind him.

None of them were smiling. Chan took one measured step forward.

"Let."

"Her."

"Go."

Each word landed heavier than the last.

The air seemed to shift.

Chan’s eyes were dark, jaw clenched tightly, scowling at them both. Now you understand why some other fandom thought that Bang Chan is scary. Changbin’s shoulders were tense, his entire posture protective. Hyunjin looked calm at first glance, but the scent coming from him was sharp and sour with anger.

The two hybrids noticed it too.

Their confidence faded quickly.

“She’s not alone,” Hyunjin said quietly. “She’s with us.”

Joon let go of your wrist immediately.

Dojin stepped aside.

Both bowed quickly.

“Sorry.”

“We didn’t mean anything.”

Chan didn’t move.

His eyes stayed on them.

“You need to leave.”

They nodded again, more urgently this time. Then walked away.

Only when they disappeared into the crowd did your shoulders finally loosen.

Changbin came to you first.

His hands gently cupped your face, checking you over like he needed to make sure you were truly alright.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded.

Your voice came out quieter than you expected.

“Yeah.”

Chan looked at your wrist.

A faint red mark had started to appear.

His expression tightened.

Hyunjin took the ice cream bag from your hand so you didn’t have to hold it anymore.

“That was unpleasant,” you complained.

Chan’s hand rested lightly against your shoulder.

“You did the right thing.”

“I didn’t even know what to do.”

“You told them no,” he said. “That was enough.”

Changbin looked like he wanted to say more.

Like he wanted to chase after them.

But instead, he took a slow breath.

“We’re here now.”

You looked at the three of them.

Your chest felt warm and shaky at the same time.

“Thank you.”

Hyunjin brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.

“Always.”

When you returned to the table, everyone noticed immediately.

Han’s smile faded the second he saw your expression.

“What happened?”

Felix stood up from his chair.

“Are you okay?”

You handed out the ice creams first because it felt easier than speaking.

Chocolate to Han.

Strawberry to Felix.

Mint chocolate to Seungmin.

Vanilla to Jeongin.

Then you finally explained.

“Two hybrids at the bar tried to talk to me.”

Everyone went quiet.

“They kept flirting and getting closer,” you continued. “I told them no, but they wouldn’t move. One of them grabbed my wrist. They didn’t really listen.” You rubbed your wrist unconsciously.

"I could smell several different female pheromones on both of them."

Your nose scrunched.

"It honestly made me uncomfortable."

Han’s face fell completely.

Felix looked upset in a quiet way, his brows drawing together.

Minho reached for your wrist carefully, turning it over just enough to see the red mark. His voice stayed calm. But his eyes did not.

“They touched you after you told them not to?”

You nodded.

Chan answered before you could.

“We handled it.”

Han suddenly stepped forward and wrapped both arms around you.

Tight.

Protective.

His chin rested against your shoulder. "Aww..."

"My poor kitten."

He hugged you dramatically.

"I'm okay."

"I know."

"But still."

He squeezed you once more before finally letting go.

Han suddenly stepped back.

Looking at you from head to toe.

He dramatically placed both hands against his own chest.

"...Well."

"No wonder."

You blinked.

"What?"

He pointed at you with complete seriousness.

"Look at you!"

"You look gorgeous today! It’s because you look too pretty today,” he complained softly, voice muffled against you. “Too pretty. Too cute. Too everything.”

You blinked.

“Jisung.”

“I’m serious.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

“You’re wearing this swimsuit and your hair looks like that and you’re smiling all day and—”

“Han,” Seungmin warned, amused despite the tension.

Han ignored him.

“I mean, look at her!”

He gently turned you toward the others, hands resting at your waist as if presenting evidence.

“This outfit is dangerous.”

“Jisung,” you groaned, cheeks burning.

“And this part—”

He motioned toward the side of your swimsuit, touching both your waist, where the fabric curved naturally along your waist and dig a little to the flesh. Swaying you a little, making you giggle.

“You look so good !”

“Okay,” you said quickly. “Okay. You do not need to shout.”

Everyone laughed softly.

Even Chan.

Even Minho.

The tension eased just enough for you to breathe again.

Han hugged you from behind this time, his voice quieter.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making jokes.”

You turned your head slightly.

He looked genuinely worried.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “Really.”

“I know, and it’s not your fault that they behave like that. It’s not because how you look but it’s their fault for having a bad intention.”

You nodded slowly. “I know.”

Felix slipped his hand into yours. "If someone looked at our Y/N...of course they'd think she's beautiful."

He smiled warmly. "But they should also know when 'no' means 'no.'" His fingers squeezed gently. “Stay close today?”

You smiled at him. “Okay.”

Chan reached over, gently patting the top of your head.

"You handled it well. You stayed calm. I'm proud of you."

The ocean stretched wide and endless before you.

The sun shone brightly overhead. The beach was still full of laughter, music, and strangers passing by. But your wrist still tingled faintly where Joon had grabbed you, and it didn’t stop you to continued enjoy the rest of the day.

The afternoon sunlight had softened into a warm golden hue, laying ribbons of shimmering light across the ocean. The tide rose and fell with a patient rhythm, washing over ankles and retreating with a hiss that sounded almost like quiet laughter.

The beach felt alive. And somewhere in the middle of all of it...

Lee Minho was very seriously trying not to drown in water that barely reached his chest. It's cute that a cat accompanied and apparently teaching Minho basic swimming skill right now.

“Come on! You can do it! You can do it!”, you cheered on him.

"I can't believe this." His deadpan expression alone made you burst into another fit of laughter.

"I'm serious!" you wheezed, one hand clutching your stomach while the other still held tightly onto his forearm. "You're kicking so aggressively!"

"I have to."

"You don't."

"I do."

"You don't!"

"I absolutely do."

The water splashed wildly every time he kicked.

His legs were moving with enough force to probably scare every fish within twenty meters.

"You look like an octopus fighting for its life."

"I'm a cat."

"No, I’m the cat here literally and you look like an octopus right now. Your pouting lips supported the looks hehe."

Minho sighed dramatically. "...You're being very unsupportive for a swimming instructor."

"I've been encouraging you for fifteen minutes!"

"You've been laughing nonstop."

"I can do both."

"You really can't."

Another laugh escaped you.

Your fluffy ears twitched happily while your tail floated lazily behind you in the seawater. "Come on," you smiled, moving behind him. "Relax your shoulders more."

"I am relaxed."

"You are literally as stiff as a wooden board."

"I'm trying not to die."

"You won't die, I promise you."

"Easy for you to say."

You placed both hands carefully beneath his forearms again.

"I don't trust this." Minho still denying to continued trying.

"I've got you." You encouraged him once again.

"..."

He looked at you for a long second.

Your smile stayed gentle.

Patient.

Exactly the same smile you always wore whenever one of them needed help.

Finally...

"...Okay."

Very carefully...

Minho leaned forward a little.

Immediately—

"I'M FALLING."

"You are NOT!"

"I'M SINKING."

"You are not sinking!"

He flailed dramatically.

Water splashed everywhere.

You laughed so hard your own knees nearly gave out.

"Kick slower!"

"I AM."

"Not like you're trying to escape prison!"

"I'm trying to survive!"

"You ARE surviving! Geez!"

A tiny smile betrayed Minho's composed face.

"...You're enjoying this way too much."

"I really am."

He rolled his eyes.

"...Brat."

"You love me."

"I tolerate you."

"Liar."

"..."

"...Maybe."

You grinned victoriously.

"There!"

"You floated for ten whole seconds!"

"...Really?"

"Mhm!" You nodded happily.

His eyes actually brightened. "...I did?"

"You did."

"..."

"...Again."

Something warm bloomed inside your chest.

It was such a tiny request. But hearing the usually prideful Minho quietly ask to try again...

It made your heart melt. He’s literally such a cute softie.

"Okay."

"We'll do it again."

"As many times you want."

Not too far away—

"YAH!"

"I.N!"

Bang Chan had found today's entertainment.

Specifically...

Jeongin.

Chan wrapped one arm around the younger's shoulders before slowly—very slowly—beginning to drag him toward deeper water.

"Hyung."

"No."

"Hyung."

"No."

"I'm warning you."

Chan's dimples appeared.

"You swim well."

"I know."

"So, you'll be fine."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"Trust me."

"I don't."

"You should."

"I absolutely shouldn't."

Chan laughed so loudly nearby families actually turned to look.

Jeongin dug his heels into the sand.

"STOP DRAGGING ME!"

"One more step."

"No."

"One."

"No."

"Two—"

"HYUNG!"

Chan finally reached water deep enough that little waves bumped against both of them. Jeongin immediately broke free from Chan and shoved him away.

"I SAID STOP!"

Chan stumbled backward dramatically.

"Oh no."

"I've been betrayed."

"You deserved it."

Before Chan could lunge again—

Splash!

A wall of seawater exploded across his face.

Chan blinked.

"..."

Slowly...

He turned.

Seungmin stood a few meters away with both hands already cupping another pile of water.

His smile was innocent.

Far too innocent.

"Don't come near."

Splash!

Another wave of water hit Chan square in the chest.

"Hey!"

Another splash.

Chan shielded himself with both forearms while laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"STOP!"

"No."

"Seungmin!"

"No."

Hyunjin wandered over just in time to witness the chaos.

"..."

Without asking a single question...

He crouched.

Scooped up both hands full of seawater.

Then—

Splash.

Chan stared at him in betrayal.

"...Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin smiled angelically.

"I support justice."

Chan gasped dramatically.

"Et tu?"

"I don't even know what that means."

"But yes."

Another splash.

Chan staggered backward again.

"YAH!"

Then...

Like a ray of sunshine running directly into battle—

Felix appeared.

Except...

He wasn't carrying handfuls of water.

He was carrying—

"..."

"A bucket?"

Everyone stopped.

Even Chan.

"...Where did you get a bucket?"

Felix looked down.

"Oh."

"I found it."

"..."

"...You FOUND IT?"

"Mhm!"

Then—

Without another word—

Felix lifted it over his head.

And dumped the entire bucket onto Chan.

WHOOOSH!

A waterfall crashed over the leader.

His soaked curls completely flattened against his forehead.

His oversized beach shirt clung to him pitifully. Looking like a big wet puppy.

For one second...

There was absolute silence.

Then—

Everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Han had already collapsed into the shallow water.

Hyunjin doubled over clutching his stomach.

Jeongin couldn't even stand anymore.

Seungmin was clapping between laughs.

Chan slowly pushed dripping hair out of his eyes. Defeated by his loving members. "...I'm surrounded by traitors."

Felix looked genuinely proud. "It was teamwork."

"It was more of bullying, mate."

Meanwhile—

You were laughing so hard tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. You had one arm wrapped around Minho to steady him while he floated with the help of a bright yellow swim ring. His expression remained perfectly calm. Unlike Chan's complete disaster, Minho looking like a calm cat. He looked toward the soaked leader. "...He deserves it."

You snorted.

"You didn't even hesitate."

"I saw the evidence."

"The evidence?"

"He started it."

"...Fair."

Minho looked back at you.

"...You laugh a lot today."

"...Do I?"

"Mhm."

"You've laughed all morning."

You blinked.

Had you?

Thinking back...

Collecting shells.

Painting with Hyunjin.

Volleyball.

The brunch.

Swimming lessons.

Watching Chan get bullied.

Your chest suddenly felt strangely warm full with contentment.

"...yeah, I guess... I've been really happy." The words escaped before you could stop them.

Minho looked at you quietly. There wasn't teasing in his eyes anymore. Just something soft. Something almost relieved.

"...Good."

"..."

"...You've smiled more today than you have in weeks."

The laughter around you suddenly sounded farther away.

"...Have I?"

"Mhm."

"..."

"...I missed seeing that smile."

His voice was so quiet it almost disappeared beneath the waves.

Your ears lowered slightly.

"..."

"...I'm sorry."

He frowned.

"What for?"

"I made everyone worry."

Minho immediately flicked your forehead.

"Ow."

"Don't apologize."

"But—"

"I said don't."

"..."

"...Just keep smiling. Okay?"

"...Okay."

He reached over.

Very naturally...

Very gently...

He tucked one damp strand of hair behind your ear.

"There."

You helped pulling Minho to the shallow water, “Okay, big cat, let’s take a break.” The two of you slowly walked back toward the shore once your feet touch sand.  The warm sand squished beneath your feet. Water dripped from your clothes with every step. Your fluffy tail looked heavier now that it was soaked, swaying lazily behind you.

"Wow... You really are good at swimming, kitten."

Minho's voice carried genuine admiration.

You smiled shyly. "Thank you. I guess we should swim together more often."

Minho looked toward the ocean. Then back toward you.

A tiny smirk appeared. “No, thank you”.

You blinked. "Huh?"

"No. Thank You."

"What?"

"I barely survived today."

"That's not true." You burst into laughter again. "You floated for ten seconds just then!"

"I choose peace, thank you." He wrapped his hand on your shoulder pulling you closer.

"You don't even want another lesson?" You asked again with a teasing tone.

"...Only if you teach me somewhere without witnesses."

Your eyebrows lifted.

"So, pride does matter."

"A little."

"I knew it."

By the time both of you reached the beach towels—

Jeongin and Seungmin had already collapsed onto the sand beside them.

Jeongin dramatically spread himself like a starfish.

"Ahhhh..."

"So tiring..."

Seungmin leaned back on both elbows.

"My arms are dead."

"You barely did anything tho."

Nearby—

Chan finally trudged back toward the group.

Still dripping.

Still looking like the saddest wet puppy on Earth.

Felix waved enthusiastically.

"Hyung!"

"Want another bucket?"

Chan narrowed his eyes.

"..."

"...I'm revoking your dessert privileges."

Felix gasped.

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

Han immediately stood up.

"Hyung, that's crossing the line."

"It was just a bucket."

"It was emotional damage."

"It was funny."

"It wasn't."

"It absolutely was, hyung!"

The argument dissolved into overlapping laughter once more.

You sat down beside Minho, hugging your knees against your chest as the sea breeze dried your damp hair.

Your gaze wandered across every familiar face.

Chan, still dramatically complaining.

Felix apologizing while laughing.

Han nearly falling over from the tide pulling.

Hyunjin smiling quietly at everyone.

Changbin tossing a small towel onto Chan's head.

Minho pretending not to smile.

Seungmin making dry comments.

Jeongin whining about being hungry again.

And without realizing it— Your fluffy tail curled lazily against the warm sand, letting small giggle free from your own mouth.

Chan was still muttering dramatic complaints under his breath as he walked toward the group, rubbing the towel vigorously through his soaked curls.

Felix immediately held his hand out. "I said sorry!"

"After attacking me."

Chan sighed as though carrying the weight of the entire world before finally pulling his soaked shirt over his head. The wet fabric peeled away from his torso with a quiet sound before he tossed it over one shoulder.

"Much better..."

He began drying himself with the towel Changbin had thrown him earlier.

You weren't really paying attention.

At least...

Not intentionally.

Your eyes simply followed the movement.

The sunlight reflected across the droplets still clinging to his shoulders. His arms flexed naturally as he rubbed the towel through his hair, defined muscles shifting beneath sun-kissed skin. Like he was sculptured right out of the Gods and Goddesses hands

For a second...

Your brain simply stopped working.

Wait.

Since when...

...was Channie...

...that big?

Your eyes blinked once.

Twice.

The realization slowly settled in.

The Bang Chan who always let you cling to him.

Who carried groceries with one arm while holding your hand.

Who cuddled you to sleep.

Who constantly let you sit on his lap.

He'd always been strong.

But...

Had he always looked like...

that?

Your gaze wandered lower before your own thoughts caught up with you.

Immediately—

You snapped your eyes away.

Nope.

Don't look.

Respectfully.

You turned your head—

Only to accidentally land on Changbin.

...

That wasn't any better.

He was standing beside Chan, wringing seawater from his hair with both hands.

The movement made every muscle across his shoulders and arms shift naturally beneath his skin.

The sunlight only made everything more obvious.

You stared.

...

Since when did Bin...

...become built like a mountain?

Your ears twitched.

Heat slowly climbed into your cheeks.

"N-No..."

You quietly turned away again.

Only—

Hyunjin had just taken off the loose beach shirt he'd been wearing.

His broad shoulders stretched lazily as he folded it over one arm.

Felix stood beside him, abs showing proudly to the world, laughing about something Han had said. Han too without you knowing had become so buff too.

All of them...

Were somehow...

Ridiculously fit.

"..."

You blinked.

Slowly.

Your eyes wandered from one member...

To another...

To another one.

Years of endless dance practices.

Gym sessions.

Concerts.

Schedules.

Workout routines.

You had watched all of it.

Every day.

Every single year.

Yet somehow...

You had never really...

Looked.

Not like this. Growing up together all those year with them, seeing them every single day, you didn’t notice how gown of a men they are now.

You swallowed.

"..."

How...

...did I not notice this...?

Your gaze drifted downward again.

Then...

Almost against your own will...

It stopped beside you.

Minho.

He was still sitting comfortably on the sand beside you, drying his damp hands with a small towel.

Unlike Chan and the others, he still wore his swim shirt.

But...

The soaked fabric clung naturally against him.

Broad shoulders.

Defined arms.

Firm chest outlined beneath the material.

Even his forearms looked stronger than you remembered.

Your eyes slowly traced downward before—

Your brain finally screamed.

STOP STARING.

You whipped your head away so quickly one of your fluffy ears folded backward.

"..."

Oh my God.

You immediately looked toward the youngest members instead.

Surely—

Surely they'd save you.

...

No.

Not really.

Jeongin was adjusting the hem of his jersey while laughing with Seungmin. Even through the loose material...

His physique had matured noticeably.

Not as bulky as Chan or Changbin.

But athletic.

Strong.

Seungmin stood beside him, equally relaxed. His frame remained slimmer than most of the others, but his shoulders had broadened over the years, and the damp jersey outlined toned muscles earned from years of performing.

Your heart skipped.

When...

...did everyone grow up...?

You stared blankly.

Somewhere in the distance...

A wave crashed softly against the shore. The breeze lifted strands of everyone's damp hair. Your thoughts completely short-circuited.

Meanwhile...

The members had already begun walking back toward you.

Chan in front.

Changbin beside him.

Hyunjin lazily stretching.

Felix talking excitedly.

Han carrying two towels over one shoulder.

You simply...

Watched them.

Like you were seeing them from a completely different perspective for the first time. Until they were only a few steps away. Without thinking—

The question escaped your mouth.

"...When did you guys get so big?"

Silence.

Chan froze mid-step.

"...What?" His eyebrows lifted.

Changbin stopped beside him.

Han looked between both of you.

"...Huh?"

You blinked, still looking completely dazed.

Your gaze slowly stayed on Chan... Looked at him from below, your cheeks grew pink. How can someone be so hot ?

"When..."

"...did you guys get so big?"

Your voice sounded genuinely confused.

Almost fascinated.

"..."

"...And..."

You tilted your head innocently.

"...hot?"

Han's mouth slowly fell open.

Felix blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Hyunjin looked like someone had unplugged his brain.

Changbin's ears immediately turned bright red.

Seungmin coughed into his fist.

Jeongin's eyes grew comically wide.

Minho quietly looked away toward the ocean, one corner of his lips already lifting.

Chan...

Actually choked.

"W-what?"

He stared at you.

"...What did you just say?"

You frowned slightly.

"Hm?"

"I asked when you guys became so..."

You gestured vaguely toward all eight of them.

"...big."

"...And hot."

Another beat of silence.

Then—

Han dramatically grabbed his own chest.

"Oh my God."

"Did everybody hear that?"

"I think I just ascended."

Felix covered his entire face with both hands.

"She called us hot..."

His voice came out muffled.

"...She called us hot."

Hyunjin slowly looked toward Changbin.

"..."

"...Did she just compliment all of us?"

Changbin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I..."

"...I don't know what to do."

Jeongin immediately puffed his chest out.

"I've been going to the gym."

Han pointed accusingly.

"Don't ruin the moment!"

"I worked hard too!"

"You all did," you answered honestly.

Your eyes wandered over them again.

"I just..."

"I suddenly realized."

"You all looked so different."

"You've always been handsome."

"...But now..."

You scratched your cheek shyly.

"You guys really look like grown men."

"..."

"...Really attractive grown men."

Felix let out the tiniest squeak.

Changbin hid his face behind the towel.

Hyunjin laughed quietly, cheeks turning pink.

Even Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck to hide the smile creeping across his face.

Chan simply stood there.

Looking at you.

Then at the others.

Then back at you again.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

"...Well."

He folded his arms proudly.

"I guess all those gym memberships finally paid off."

That broke the silence.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Hyung!"

Han groaned.

"You're supposed to act humble!"

"I was humble for years."

"My time has come."

Felix laughed so hard he leaned against Hyunjin.

Hyunjin shook his head, smiling.

"One compliment..."

"...and our leader becomes unbearable."

Chan only laughed, dimples showing deeply.

He reached over and affectionately ruffled your hair between your fluffy ears.

"I'm glad you finally noticed." His smirk turned into a proud grin.