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Well, he was popular with the younger women too. But Suguru’s kindness never went beyond that — just kindness. He ignored any attempts at flirting, politely turned down confessions, and always kept his distance, like there was an invisible wall between him and everyone else in town.

If anyone noticed it, no one said anything. He was still cordial and helpful, so no one really minded. No one except you. You hated it. And part of the reason was because he didn’t even acknowledge your presence, let alone treat you with the same kindness he showed everyone else. Suguru Geto ignored your existence like you were nothing more than a rock lying at the side of the road.

So, being the rebellious, wild woman that you were, you took the most insane route to get his attention — you started committing small crimes across the town. Shoplifting, sneaking snacks without paying, “borrowing” things you had no intention of returning, scribbling on public walls, cutting lines just to start arguments, setting off fire alarms for no reason — anything minor, anything irritating, anything that might finally make him notice you.

And he did. He’d show up every time like clockwork to arrest you. With a barely controlled, annoyed expression on his face, he’d grit his teeth and cuff your hands behind your back. You would wiggle your ass into him everytime, brushing up against his crotch, and feeling the hardness there encouraged you to keep doing it. You really did have innocent intentions at first — you just wanted him to look at you. But the way Suguru was so clearly bothered by you made you realise you liked this version of him more than his superficial smiles. So you kept riling him up every chance you got.

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru actually had a massive crush on you. You were so blissfully oblivious to the effect you had on him and the other men in town. The sound of your voice calling his name would make his pulse spike, and your scent would send heat rushing straight to his face. No matter how much he tried to control it, he would get hard everytime he laid his eyes on you. The only solution he could think of was to ignore you completely, to not even look in your direction.

But you just had to ruin that for him with your antics. Suguru felt like he was a hormonal teenager again. As soon as he would bring you to the police station with him, he'd run for the men's restroom, furiously fucking his fist as his mind conjured up all sorts of dirty, filthy erotic fantasies of you. Later that night, at home, pulling out your bandana that he stole and stuffed in his pant pocket, he'd soak it in lube and stuff it into the handcuffs that you wore. He would fuck his makeshift toy imagining it was your pussy instead. Suguru was positively losing his mind.

Sitting in his cop car, Suguru was hard again as he raced after you, engine roaring as he pushed the speed higher. Ahead of him, your motorcycle cut through the dark, its tail light flashing between the trees lining the deserted road on the outskirts of town. The night air rushed in through his open window, carrying the faint sound of your laughter back to him. The woods stretched endlessly on either side, shadows blurring past, but his focus stayed locked on you.

No matter how much he accelerated, he just couldn’t close the distance — the car simply wouldn’t give him more. And yet, you never disappeared either. You stayed just far enough ahead to keep him chasing, close enough that he wouldn’t lose you, like you were controlling the distance between you on purpose.

After a while, when you’d had your fun from making him chase you around for hours, your speed eased, just slightly at first, then more noticeably — you were finally letting yourself get caught. Suguru’s car sped past you, overtaking your motorcycle, and then he swerved sharply, cutting across your path before bringing the car to a stop right in front of you, blocking any way forward.

The engine cuts off and he steps out. You were so distracted by his handsome face which was set in a scowl, somehow making him look prettier, that you don't notice the tent in his trousers. You step off your bike and start walking towards him, smiling. The moment you’re within reach, his hand shoots out and grabs your arm. He spins you around, bends you and slams you down onto the hood of the car.

Your cheek is pressed against the cooling metal, hands held tight behind your back, when you hear the handcuffs clang. He's fussing with the cuffs, trying to get them around your wrist. Suguru was clearly riled up. As usual, you push your ass back into him and feel how hard he is. Blood rushes up your neck and ears and you sigh internally. Suguru hisses, but instead of pulling away he grinds down into you instead, taking you by surprise.

With you restrained, his hands are free to roam around your body. Suguru slides one hand into your hair, to rest on the base of your head, and the other on the side of you waist. He continues grinding into you, trying to ease some of that itch in his pants. He's so painfully aroused, his leaking cock is begging to be let out and into you. Suguru groans, lost deep in the feeling, until your needy whine brings his attention back to you.

“Just what will it take for you to stop committing crimes and stop making my life hell?” he asks in a fed-up voice.

Wiggling your ass more, you whine, "You know what."

A sharp sound cuts through the air as suguru brings down a hard, fast and unexpected slap to your ass. Your eyes widen and you squeak. It stings so bad, yet so good that you're dripping wet, making a mess in your panties. Suguru sighs, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please <3," you whine.

Suguru reaches under your waist and unzips your pants, pulling it down to your knees along with your panties. A lewd string of your slick connects your pussy to the soaked fabric of your underwear. Suguru makes a disapproving sound, "You've been a bad girl. You ought to be punished."

He slaps your ass again, the direct contact to your skin stinging harder this time. You swore you felt some of that impact on your clit. Slick dribbles out from your cunt and sticks to Suguru's palm. "Ten times, make sure you count all of them," he says.

You try your best to keep up, counting each slap between whines and moans. Your skin feels rubbed raw, fingers and toes tingling, body warm, and head muddled, as each smack sends zaps of pleasure through your veins. You're so wet that your slick is dripping down your legs, running down the inside of your thighs and pooling on your pants. Suguru's hand is sticky from your cum smeared on it.

Just as you're anticipating the next spank, Suguru stops mid air. He clicks his teeth, "You're making a mess." Without warning Suguru thrusts two fingers into you, pulling a high pitched moan out of your throat. His long and thick digits are knuckles deep inside your cunt. More of your fluid oozes out as Suguru shoves his fingers in and out. Wet, squelching sounds fill the night air. He massages your insides, scissoring, and then curls his fingers to push down onto your g-spot. You buck your hips, trying to get away from the sensation, but Suguru holds you down. Keeping his fingers inside, he massages your clit with your thumb.

"Ahnghh, i-it's too much, w-wait!" you squeal.

"Oh, is it now? Do you have any idea how I have felt these last few weeks? I'm not letting you off easy." he hisses.

The sheer desperation in Suguru's voice makes shivers run down your spine. He thrusts his fingers faster inside you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot as he ignores your cries. Suguru presses his thumb on your clit, hard, and sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll back and you scream his name, body spasming as your orgasm hits you with full force.

You're breathing hard, heart thundering in your chest. "Do not move," Suguru orders in a stern voice. Pulling his fingers out of you he slides them inside his mouth, licking them clean. Your taste on his tongue almost makes him cum in his pants. He moans and squats down, hooking two finger into your pants he slides them all the way down to your ankles. You lift one leg and help him take them off for you.

Suguru grabs the flesh of your thighs and licks the slick sticking there. Lapping, and sucking, and biting, he inches slowly towards your dripping cunt, little red hickies bloom in his wake. Suguru takes a long, languorous swipe along your pussy lips, groaning deep into your core. Your legs shiver, and you whimper, "Suguru, please. My legs feel weak."

"Hold on," distracted by your pussy, Suguru barely registers your words. He sucks on your cunt, drinking down all the juice you give him. Suguru reaches one hand down to his pants, gives his crotch a rub, and unzips his trousers to take his cock out. His tip was sticky from all the precum that spilled in his boxers. Suguru pulls his mouth away to take some of your slick from your cunt, and spreads it down on his cock. He starts stroking it slowly from the base up as he continues eating you out.

The sound of him rubbing his cock reaches your ears, and you blush, growing wetter. Suguru plunges his tongue inside, prodding and poking as more of your slick drips down into his mouth. Slipping his tongue out, he licks you to your clit. Pouting his lips and latching on it, he starts sucking your clit hard. You cry out from the sensation. Having cummed moments ago, the overstimulation drives you over the edge again. Your legs shiver, your knees buck and give in, but Suguru catches you in time.

Getting up, he holds your hips against the car, and slams his cock all the way inside in one smooth motion. You moan, your voice feeling rough and throat sore. He is big, long, and girthy, your walls stretch taut to accomodate him. Suguru's cock slides over every single sweet spot inside, and his fat, swollen tip rams against your cervix, till you're cumming again too soon. He doesn't stop, thrusting inside then pulling out until only his tip remains before ramming back in.

You're too far gone, throat hoarse from all the moaning and screaming, legs numb, and your brain all fuzzy from the continuous, unrelenting pleasure. Your walls are gooey from your cum, creating vacuum that keeps sucking Suguru's cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Suguru grabs the fat of both your asscheeks, digging his fingers in to get a good grip, he picks up the pace. He's slamming in so deep and fast as if he might bury himself inside forever.

Suguru's hips buck and stutter as he feels himself getting close. He reaches one hand down to give a sharp pinch on your clit, making you see starts. Your walls convulse around his cock pulling out Suguru's own orgasm along with yours. Warm, thick ropes of cum fill your insides till you're creaming around his base. His pace falters but he keeps sloppily thrusting in till you've both ridden out your highs.

Suguru is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. Sweat trickles down his skin, his uniform clinging to his body, damp and uncomfortable. With unsteady fingers, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, his movements rough and impatient. He shrugs it off his shoulders, peeling the fabric away from his skin before letting it fall to the ground. His hand goes to his hair next, tugging at the tie to undo the half manbun. Dark strands fall loose around his face for a moment before he gathers all of it back, pulling it together and tying it up again properly.

Still inside you, Suguru slides one arm under your ribs and pulls you up till your back is pressed flush against his chest. Even through the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel how hot his skin was. Slipping one hand under and inside your t-shirt, he palms at your breast, massaging softly over your bra before he pulls it down to let a nipple slip out. His fingers pinch and roll over your nipple, and he starts groping your other breast with his free hand.

You were barely awake before, but these new sensations were slowly bringing you back. You arch you back in pleasure as Suguru works on your breasts. He gathers the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, discarding it on the ground. He unhooks your bra and pulls it off too. The cool night air hits your bare skin and you shiver, still vaguely aware of Suguru's half-hard cock inside you. He grabs your waist with both hands and spins you around, your walls gliding over his cock in a rotating motion, making you both hiss at the feeling.

Suguru doesn't want to break away from you, not even for a moment, especially now that he had given in to your temptations. He sits your ass down on the hood of the car, and gently brushes your hair away to suck on the side of your neck. He's back to playing with your nipples, twisting and pulling on them, till you're whimpering in pleasure. He trails soft kisses up your neck, and the side of your jaw, all the way to your mouth. Then his soft, plump lips land on yours, placing an open mouth kiss on you.

Eyes closed, Suguru sighs and groans into your mouth. He confesses in a husky voice, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Kissing or fucking?" you tease.

"Both," he opens his eyes and you see the hunger in them. His lips crash on yours, kissing you deeper this time. He puts his tongue in your mouth, and down your throat as if he was trying to eat you alive. He starts thrusting into you again at the same time. Long, deep strokes straight to that one spot he found in you before. You're first to cum, shaking and moaning, till you're drained of all your energy. You slump down, lying on your back with the cool metal of the hood of the car against your burning skin.

Suguru keeps thrusting in you, gripping your hips with both of his hands, chasing his release. Sweat gathers on his forehead and trickles from the side of his face, then drips down onto your chest from where he his hunched over you. With his long side bangs falling down the side of his face, he still looks so beautiful no matter what state he is in. His grip on your hip tightens, he shivers, and throws his head back moaning, and releases into you.

You're both catching your breath for a moment, then he pulls you up to him. Suguru lifts you off the hood and carries you to the back of his car, with his cock still inside you. He lays you down in the backseat, and settles on top of you. You circle your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, as he slowly pushes in and out of you. Your breath mingles, and your moans and whimpers along with the wet sound of your hips slapping together fills the small space.

The moments in the car go by in a blur, and you lose count of how many times you've cum. Two times when your missionary turns into a g-whiz, then a few more in a mating press with your ankles on his shoulders. He then flips you over on top of him and slams up into you till you're both cumming again. He twists you into all sorts of positions till he's shooting blanks and you pass out.

When you wake up again, you're on a bed in an unfamiliar room. You're naked under the sheets, but you feel clean. You look around and see that the room is clean and neatly kept, everything in its place. The bed is made properly, the sheets smooth and fresh. A faint scent of incense lingers in the air, subtle and calming. Then you see it—your bandana, handkerchief, a keychain from your key bunch, a couple of loose hairties, your lipbalm, some rings, and your photos—all arranged on a nearby table as if on display.

You move to get up but hear something clang. Turning your head, you see your wrist has been handcuffed to the metal headboard. Just then the doorknob turns and Suguru enters, carrying a tray of food. He sees you’re awake and greets you with a smile, “Good morning, baby.”

Your heart stutters, then starts racing, the sound loud in your ears. For a second, you’re just staring at him, caught between surprise and disbelief. But then, despite yourself, a smile tugs at your lips. A thrill runs through you at the realisation of what's going on.

It seems like you won't be leaving this place for another week.

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After the crazy sex you three had last night, they cleaned you up before cuddling you to sleep. Nanami spooning you from the back and hiromi fast asleep on your breasts as if they were his pillows, your bodies perfectly resting against each other.

Nanami was the first to wake up, brought out from his dreams of you by the uncomfortable feeling in his boxers. He was painfully hard and it wasn't just his morning wood—your bare ass was pressed against him. He was already leaking with a wet patch forming in his boxers, and with how soft and fresh you felt against him how could he resist.

He buried his face in your neck and took a deep breath, groaning in a low voice. His hands moved down in the sheets, picking one of you legs up, he draped it over his thighs, spreading you open. He started peppering your neck with kisses as his fingers moved between your legs. He rubbed small circles on your clit and you mewled even in your sleep.

Nanami lifted the arm Hiromi had circled around your waist and pushed him away. Using his other hand Nanami groped your breast, rolling your nipple in his fingers, before he gave it a soft pinch. Nanami groaned as you grew wetter, moving his fingers faster on your clit. He broke away to quickly pull his boxers off before going back to you. His leaking cock smeared precum on your asscheeks as he rutted against you.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking your sleep away as you registered what was happening. "Ken?" you moaned. Nanami looked at you and smiled lovingly as he kissed the side of your forehead. "Good morning, love," he greeted in a sweet but hoarse voice. You tilted your head back a bit more and kissed him. He immediately kissed you back, deepening it, he swirled his tongue against yours when you opened your mouth for him.

Nanami picked up the pace on your clit and then gathered some of your slick to push two fingers inside. A loud moan escaped from you into nanami's mouth before you could stop it. You were still feeling sensitive from last night, and nanami's fingers were hitting just right between pleasure and overstimulation. He kept a steady pace, slowly loosening you up to take him, and your moans grew louder and louder with his actions.

"Having fun without me?" you heard Hiromi's voice call out to the both of you. Breaking from the kiss, you turned your head to see Hiromi wide awake. He was lying on his side, propped up on one arm, his head was resting on his palm as he watched the two of you.

"Morning, hon–Nnngh Ah!" your words were cut off as Nanami suddenly plunged into you, going all the way in untill he bottomed out, kissing your cervix with his tip. His fat cock stretched out your sore cunt so good it brought tears to your eyes. He circled both his arms under your breasts and started fucking into you with full force.

Your moans turned pornographic. It felt as if electric zaps were going up your spine straight to your head, turning it to mush. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure, face flushed red, and mouth slack. Drool started dripping from the side of your mouth, and Hiromi couldn't help it—he shifted closer to you and licked your drool from the side of your chin to your mouth, catching your lips in a kiss.

Hiromi sucked on your lips and moaned, biting the lower lip before putting his tongue in your mouth. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and brought your hands to it, wrapping them around the shaft to pump it up and down. You probably would've noticed how hot it felt in your hands if nanami was not fucking you dumb.

Hiromi quickened his pace, fucking your hand in the same speed as Nanami was fucking your cunt. Your combined moans, groan, and grunts filled the room mixed with the sound of the creaking bed. Two, three, and another hard stroke later you three were cumming together at the same time. Hot cum spurted out all over your hands and stomach and chest, and then inside your cunt, painting your walls white and creaming around Nanami's base.

Nanami didn't stop, still thrusting till you rode out your high. You blinked back the tears blinding your vision as you came to your senses, heavy breaths slowing down to a normal pace. Still hard hiromi got off the bed to take his sweats off before climbing back in. Nanami lifted you up effortlessly and seated you on Hiromi's crotch facing away, reverse cowgirl.

"You're gonna take him in sweets?" Nanami purred. You gulped down and said "Yes," lifting your hips up and sinking down on him in one smooth motion. The feeling of your warm, wet cunt dripping from both your slick and Nanami's cum had Hiromi whimpering below you. Nanami gently pushed you down until your back met Hiromi's chest.

"Hiromi, move." Nanami ordered. Planting his feet down firmly into the bed, Hiromi grabbed your love handles and started thrusting up into you. Nanami watched the scene unfolding from above, with his knees rested on either side of Hiromi's legs. His cock was already hard again. Nanami started stroking himself while watching Hiromi's cock move in and out of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and creaming around Hiromi's cock with each thrust.

"I want both of you," you mewl as Hiromi hits a particular spot, making nanami look up at you.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

Hiromi speaks into your ear between thrusts, "Last night was intense, are you sure you want to take both of us again?"

"Yes. Nanami watching us like this is hot and everything, but I miss you inside me," you whine.

He grins to that, "You say the sweetest things, i just came inside you."

Hiromi wraps one arm around your waist to use as leverage to fuck into you, so that his other hand can be free to circle your clit. Nanami pushes a finger in your cunt while hiromi is still thrusting in you, adding more fingers one by one till you're stretched out enough to take them both.

Nanami lines up his cock to your entrance and hiromi stills, waiting as he slowly pushes inside, sliding along his cock deep into your cunt. The pressure in you feels almost too much, the stretch of them both hitting every sweet spot inside, but not enough. "Move," you demand.

Nanami pulls out till only his tip is inside and then thrusts all the way back in, pulling a loud, high pitched moan from your throat, then hiromi moves. They slowly pick up pace, alternating so that one of them is constantly pressed up against your cervix. Hiromi licks your ear while moaning and whimpering straight to your soul, sucking on your lobe, biting it, and then sticking his tongue in.

Nanami braces one hand on the headboard and quickens his pace, feeling you clench around them as your orgasm approaches. He presses his other palm down on your stomach where his cock is driving in and out of you, and Hiromi pinches your clit, driving you over the edge. You cum, fast and hard, creaming around both of them and leaking down, making a mess of the bed.

Your orgasm triggers Hiromi's, he twitches and spasms as he's cumming again, filling you up. Nanami doesn't stop, "Hold on, I'm close," he says to you. Still driving in and out of you, rubbing against Hiromi's softening cock inside your cunt. "N-no, Nanami. Stop. Get off." Hiromi cries out, feeling overstimulated.

You're all sensitive and fucked out too but seeing Hiromi like this has you laughing out loud. Another thrust and Nanami is filling you up too. He slides out and collapses on the bed besides you. Hiromi turns and lays you down between them both. Catching your breath, you're still chuckling. Hiromi buries his face in your neck, feeling embarrassed, "Is watching me suffer that fun?" he mumbles.

"Yeah," you smile and ruffle his hair.

Your stomach grumbles with hunger, the sound making your face heat up in embarrassment. Nanami gets up. “I’ll make breakfast. What will you have? Pancakes or eggs and toast?”

You beam. “Pancakes!”

Nanami leans down and kisses your lips. “Coming right up,” he says before leaving the room.

Hiromi nuzzles your face, asking "Next round in the shower?"

You turn to look at him and grin, "Yes!"

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His breathing was heavy. In the quiet gym, the faint thud of his body against the mat and the occasional low grunt were the only sounds breaking the silence. Then his phone rang. The sharp tone cut cleanly through the room.

Sukuna stopped mid-set. He pushed himself up, letting the weight plates slide off his back with a metallic clatter onto the floor. Reaching for a nearby towel, he dragged it across his face and through his damp hair before walking toward the small table near the windows.

The phone screen lit up.

Masamichi Yaga.

Sukuna’s brows knit slightly as he looked at the name. That was unexpected. Yaga had been one of the commanding officers during Sukuna’s years in special forces, a man whose presence alone could quiet a room. Strict, disciplined, but fair. Sukuna respected him enough that he never ignored his calls. Still, it was strange. Yaga had retired years ago, and Sukuna himself had only stepped away from the military a few months earlier.

He picked up the phone, glancing briefly out the tall window beside the table. The horizon had begun to glow faintly as the sun slowly crept upward, soft gold bleeding through the grey sky. Morning had barely started.

His eyes flicked toward the clock on the wall. It was 5:36 a.m. Early, but not unusual for someone like Yaga. Sukuna accepted the call and lifted the phone to his ear. “Good morning, Captain Yaga.”

A low chuckle came from the other end. “Good morning, Sukuna. And you can drop the ‘captain.’ We’re both civilians now.”

Sukuna leaned back against the table, folding one arm across his chest as he held the phone with the other. “Old habits.”

“Yeah,” Yaga replied, the amusement still lingering in his voice. “Those don’t disappear easily.”

There was a brief pause before Yaga continued. “I heard you’ve been looking for work.”

Sukuna’s gaze drifted back toward the window, watching the thin edge of sunlight rise above the skyline. Word traveled fast among former military circles. He wasn’t surprised Yaga knew. After retiring, Sukuna had taken a few months off—training, resting, adjusting to civilian life. Lately, though, he had begun looking for something new.

“Something like that,” he said.

“Well,” Yaga replied, “I might have an offer for you.”

That got Sukuna’s full attention. He straightened slightly, the relaxed slouch leaving his posture. “I’m listening.”

“It’s private security,” Yaga said. “Close protection work. She's a high-profile client. International level.”

Sukuna stayed silent, letting him continue.

“I’m currently heading the security detail,” Yaga explained. “The client travels constantly—tours, appearances, events, airports, crowds. The usual complications that come with that level of fame.”

“Who’s the client?” Sukuna asked.

Yaga said the name and Sukuna went quiet for a moment.

Of course he knew you. Everyone did. Your music played everywhere—radio stations, cafés, malls, taxis. Even overseas during deployments he had heard your songs drifting from speakers in crowded streets or small bars. You were the nation’s sweetheart, loved both inside the country and abroad. Fame at that scale meant attention, and attention inevitably meant problems.

Sukuna could already picture the job. Crowds pressing too close to barricades. Fans trying to break through security lines. Paparazzi flashing cameras inches from someone’s face. Stalkers convinced they were meant to be with you. Unpredictable situations that could escalate in seconds.

Standard work for high-level protection teams.

“What’s the role?” Sukuna asked.

“You’d be part of the close protection unit,” Yaga replied. “One of the primary bodyguards assigned directly to her.”

Sukuna ran a hand through his damp hair, thinking it over. Private security was a different world from military work. Different rules, different environments, different kinds of threats. But the core principle was the same—protect the asset.

Yaga continued, his tone practical. “Before you ask—yes, the job is demanding. Constant travel. Long hours. Tight schedules. Some events can be high risk depending on the country.”

Sukuna gave a faint hum of acknowledgement. None of that sounded unfamiliar. Compared to some of the operations he had handled in the military, this was child's play.

Then Yaga added, almost casually, “But the pay is… generous.”

Sukuna’s mouth curved slightly. “Define generous.”

Yaga told him.

For the first time since answering the call, Sukuna actually blinked.

“That’s ridiculous,” he said.

Yaga laughed quietly. “Welcome to celebrity security.”

Sukuna looked out at the window again. The sun had risen higher now, casting warm light across the floor of the gym and the scattered weights near the mat. He considered the offer in silence for a moment.

The job would keep him active. Constant movement, constant vigilance. No idle routines, no empty days drifting by. And the team was clearly being run by someone he trusted.

“When do you need me?” Sukuna finally asked.

There was a faint satisfaction in Yaga’s voice as he said, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll send you her file—you’ll have all the details. Be at her entertainment company in two days. 7am sharp.”

Sukuna took a small sip from the water bottle on the table, then set it down, and let a small smirk cross his face. “Understood. I’ll be there.”

“Good. See you then,” Yaga replied, and the line went quiet.

Note: Hii guys!! I'm still in the middle of exam season, sadly. There will be another 15 days minimum before I post the yakuza sukuna fic. So, I thought I'd share something I had in my drafts. I'm planning on making this a series. It won't have proper chapters, but some random drabbles I write about bodyguard Sukuna and singer reader. It will be fluffy, suggestive, and eventually smutty, so read the cw before each chapter. I'll post a masterlist later so stay tuned <3

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