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SNEAK PEAK !! you have far too much money in your hands and, as luck would have it, you are in dire need of a bodyguard. you meet sukuna on the train and one glance at his (to say the least) ginormous stature and intimidating expression, you knew he was perfect for the job! celeb!reader x bodyguard!sukuna

RINA SAYS !! a little treat as a thank you for 1k!! i want to do a little celebration/special for 1k but im not too sure what... if u guys have any reqs lmk! w/c: 3.3k not proofread!

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if it was up to your manager, you would never see the light of day again if you didn't have a full team of people to follow help you around. and you loved them, truly! they were always so quick to help and they really did help when the paparazzi was too much and starting to get a little physical. but sometimes, all you wanted was to go out, get some coffee, and do it alone.

but you suppose that now you regret doing so because of course, the one time you sneak away without your group of security guys, the paparazzi had to find you. at first, you indulged in them a little; signed some things and took pictures but after a while, you were already checked out. it was a miracle you were even able to get past them and down into the subway. you jumped as many steps as you could and turned around to be sure you had lost them. you could still hear some footsteps chasing after you so you pulled your hoodie up and your glasses on, trying to act as normal as you could for someone who just ran two blocks and jumped down three flights of stairs. you could still hear the footsteps so you planned on getting onto the first car that opened its doors. when the doors slid open to reveal a completely empty car, you grimace and move to the next one. that's when you bump into him.

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on contrary to popular opinion, sukuna was not as nonchalant as people believed him to be. he was not the type to go to a party just to lean up against the wall and drink all by his lonesome. because of his tattoos and how people judged him based off face-value, they always just assumed he was the "nonchalant type". the kind of guy that kept to himself and let his friends do all the rowdiness for him. those people could not be more wrong. at most, if not all parties, sukuna was the one dragging toji to beer pong or the one initiating a round of body shots (now he will refuse body shots unless it's with you and only you).

now, he wasn't as out-going as gojo, but at the same time, he wasn't as reserved as nanami. when he first started dating you, he knew you were also far from quiet. but he never expected this.

on the subway back home from clubbing with your friend group, you were never shy to make conversation with the people on the car with you. whether it was about something as trivial as liking the shade of their shirt or betting on some random sports team. just the other day, you got into a heated debate with an older gentleman about the NBA Finals. you often watched the games with sukuna but you always get a little more fierce after a few shots of liquid gold.

"spurs are taking it all this year, kid. kiss my ass!" the older man said, clearly a little off his rocker too. had it been under a different circumstance, sukuna would have kicked the old man's ass for talking to you in such a way. but he could see that the two of you were enjoying yourselves and merely messing around. he knew how sports fans could get and he knew it was no big deal. nevertheless, he kept you at his side with an arm wrapped around your waist to steady your drunk self.

"you kiss my ass. you and trae young!" you exclaimed, not minding the eyes and laughs. some others even added on a fuck trae young! after your declaration. "just you wait, you'll bask in the victory of the knicks soon enough, gramps."

at parties, you always seemed to bask in the limelight. it was never on purpose or in an attention-seeking way but people just gravitated towards you. your personality was like a beautiful fire for the pests that were the nobodies at the frequent frat parties. whether it was dominating at beer pong or cheering the loudest when someone was shotgunning, ever instance told sukuna that you had zero social anxiety. you never minded the people looking at you or the ones muttering under their breath. he once asked you why it never bothered you and you looked at him as if he grew three heads.

you raise a brow at his question, "why should i care if other people like me? shit, i don't even like some other people. no point in catering to others when it doesn't benefit anyone."

these were one of the many things sukuna admired about you; your absolute disregard to the negative things people may have to say about you. because at the end of the day, no one knows your character better than yourself so what difference does it make if others judged you?

unfortunately, sometimes your lack of social anxiety just meant that you didn't care about making a fool of yourself and sukuna in public. sukuna was never easy to embarrass but you were on a completely different level. he supposes this is what he gets for even picking a fight with you.

one time, the two of you were at target doing some light shopping. he thought it would be funny to make a loud joke. he picks up a bottle of mouth wash and loudly says, "hey babe, didn't your dentist say you needed this for bad breath?"

you looked shocked for a fraction of a second before he practically watches your plan form in real time. in an even louder voice, you call out, "yeah but we're here for your hemorrhoid cream! where's the one that's safe to use on your ass?"

sukuna never tries you in public again. it is still a running joke that he "has ass hemorrhoids".

SYNOPSIS !! as promised, sukuna wins his next race. according to him, you now owe him a date. but who says you weren't going to make him work for it? read part one here!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE !! im so sorry this took a while everyone T^T but ayy highschool is officially finished ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope you like this part 2!! w/c 1.2k cred!! su2kuna (got it from pinterest !) holy hell he looks so fine in this omg im hard. divider from chataeubarnes

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true to his word, sukuna won his next race. and this time, it wasn't just luck. fastest laps and sole position in first from lights to checkered flag. you knew exactly what he was doing, he was making a statment. and of course, you were there in the media pen after the race just like last time. similar to last time, he found himself almost gravitating to where you stood against the barricade, mic in hand and a coy smile on your face.

he enters the pen with an aura of confidence practically dripping off of him. he ignores the questions other reporters shoot at him and approach you, "the reporter with the bad attitude. miss me?"

you ignore his jab and offer a professional smile, "impressive race today, i can see that you actually are capable of improvement."

"what? no notes for me today?" sukuna says, tilting his head to the side slightly in faux-confusion.

"only that you should try listening to your pit more often, it seemed to pay off today. strong pace, good defense, and surprisingly disciplined tire management."

sukuna shrugs nonchalantly, "what can i say? im a changed man."

you quirk an eyebrow at this, deciding to play into his bit, "is that so? is there a lucky girl we don't know about?"

"wouldn't know," sukuna replies, remaining as cocky as ever. "she didn't give me a real answer when i asked her out."

"well, keep at it," you offer him. "maybe she's had a change of heart."

after a round of boring questions, sukuna practically chases you down once you leave the media groups. he didn't care about the flashing lights from the cameras and the eyes that watched as he stood in front of you to prevent you from walking away. you can see the flickering lights from the cameras and almost hear the whispers if you strained your ears enough. while there was still loud chatter from other interviews taking place, there was an unfortunate amount of eyes on the two of you.

"you realize this is a pr nightmare, yes?"

"good thing i don't care about mine."

"that much is painfully obvious."

his grin widens, you can tell he enjoys these little battle of quips between the two of you. how each of your comments border between annoyed jabs and flirtation.

"well, are you gonna give me an answer?" sukuna asks once more.

you sigh, "you are incredibly persistent." at the proud look on his face, you add on, "that is not a compliment in this situation. do you really think one win makes you suddenly charming?" you side step him and continue to walk away, hoping to get away from the press rather than him. thankfully, he seems to pick up on your idea and follows you. with his height, he could have easily overtaken you in a couple steps, but he chooses to follow slightly behind as he keeps pestering you.

"even you have to admit that wasn't just some win, sweetheart," sukuna scoffs. "that was pure domination. don't you think i deserve a little reward for my victory?"

you keep your steady pace away from the padlock and towards the lot where reporters and media parked their cars and van. it was empty and away from any prying eyes since they were all still doing their jobs. which, honestly, you should be doing right about now. you voice as much to the man in front of you. "most drivers often shower in champagne and party in celebration of winning. why are you so intent on harassing a simple reporter as your 'reward'?"

"'harassing' is pretty harsh," he mumbles. he evidently shakes it off, "fine then. let me make it easy for you. i'll take you to dinner tonight, be ready at eight?"

"now you're not even giving me a choice?"

"would you really have said no?" his confidence irks you to no end. but with the way you hesitated to bite back, it tells sukuna everything he needs to know. so instead, you ignore him and inquire about the restaurant. "it's an italian place up in the city."

"i don't enjoy italian food."

"then there's an american steak house."

"too meaty and not quite savory."

"well there's a japanese place with amazing sushi, i even know the chef personally."

"you have every trick up your sleeve, don't you?" you say. "just how desperate are you for this date, sukuna?"

though you don't know it yet, sukuna loved the way his name sounded when it came from your lips. "must you be so cruel to me? it's not like you'll actually say no to me, anyways."

you sigh in defeat, "fine. one date, if nothing else i am true to my word."

sukuna is practically beaming by now, "8o'clock. don't be late." you exchange numbers and information with sukuna before he leaves with a prouder look on his face. it seemed more overjoyed to have scored a date with you than having won a race.

while you expected for a professional driver to be punctual but for some reason you didn't expect for sukuna to also fall into that stereotype. he arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed upon time of eight and texted you that he was outside your condo.

ryomen s. You ready for our DATE?

yn l. Must you really rub it in?

ryomen s. Just let me enjoy this a little, alright sweetheart?

you simply react to this message with a small heart before you grab a small purse that compliments your outfit and walk out. you exit the building shortly after to find a rather luxurious car. sukuna steps out of the driver's seat and you notice the falter in his step as he takes in your appearance. you approach him with a coy smile on your face and he covers up his not-so-subtle shock on his face with a classic grin.

"you clean up real nice, miss ln," sukuna says, offering you a hand to walk you to the passenger side. he opens the door with his free hand and guides you in, letting his touch linger ever so slightly before closing the door and getting in the driver's seat.

he starts the car and drives out of the lot. "i could say the same for you." he wore a simple black button down and slacks to match. the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up almost past his forearms, just enough for you to see part of the sleeve on his arm and how the muscles underneath the cloth were practically ripping the seams.

"bet you don't regret going on this date with me now, huh?" sukuna says over the low rumble of his engine.

"the 'date' part hasn't even started," you chuckle. "don't get ahead of yourself."

sukuna laughs with you, "gonna give me pointers after our date?"

"only if you don't perform to my standards."

at the red light he looks at you, eyes full of pride and a cocky glint. "don't you worry about my performance. i'm sure i'll prove to be more than adequate for your tastes, sweetheart."

when you died, sukuna erased everything about you from the physical realm. no statues in your memory, no songs about your beauty, and no poetry of the tragedy of your love. at first, he did it all in rage. when you were dead and your ashes blew away with the wind, he tore down the house he had built to foster the love in your relationship. he burned the letters you saved, correspondences between the two of you when he was away and drowning in the feeling of your absence. he destroyed everything that reminded him of you, everything that would haunt him in the years to come in solitude now that you were gone.

angered by everything around him but especially angered by how helpless he felt in the days leading up to your death. the king of curses, ryomen sukuna, bested by time. utterly ridiculous.

"no one is above fate" you had told him once. before all of this and before you had fallen ill. thinking back on it, it seemed like a cruel joke. but at the time sukuna had scoffed. the idea of fate seemed so far at the time, and even more idiotic. in this world, there was no god but him. at least, he tried to convince himself. in the end, you were right; no one, not even ryomen sukuna, was above fate.

while sukuna refused and fought against the circumstances until the day of your death, the most heart wrenching part of it all was how accepting you were to your demise.

you no longer fought back the symptoms and your impending end. partly because you no longer had the energy or strength to do so. sukuna knew that you only indulged in the medicine and constant visits from healers for his sake rather than yours. the both of you knew it was a futile effort. but this was not the woman sukuna had fallen in love with. he even told you as much in an argument that had gone too far.

"you were never this weak," sukuna spat in frustration. "my wife must possess the strength to overcome-"

"your wife," you interrupted, calm and so terribly exhausted, "is dying, ryomen. there is no medicine or cursed technique that can overcome time and fate. i will not let you curse me for something out of my control."

sukuna never cried. but the first time he did was this night; when the argument had festered into something harsher and he revealed a brutality he once swore never to show around you. but in this moment, he saw you. truly saw you; how frail and thin you had gotten over time since the sickness had overcome you, how your voice became lighter and weaker in a way that made bile rise in his throat, but most of all how deathly beautiful you remained. despite the effects of the terrible illness, his wife was divine. sukuna remembers the feeling of cold tears pouring in his eyes before he fell on his knees to the side of the bed. even kneeling, with his height and stature he still towered over you but he never once felt small until now. he wrapped his arms around your frame, his touch more delicate and careful than it ever was.

he weeped because his wife was dying. and all the power and status he possessed was useless.

after your death, his rage only ceased when he found a small woven basket in the ruins of your home. he was surprised that it was able to survive against his power. picking it up, he finds a talisman protecting it from damage. he opens the box to find a flower bud encased in a clear amber sphere. he recognizes the flower as the same ones you decorated the shrine with on your wedding day. he also finds a note in the box.

an unbloomed flower to represent the beginning of a new love!

he feels the tears pool in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. instead, he places the note and amber bud back into the basket. he digs a small hole and places the items in before covering it up and leaving the ruins of his former home with you.

the world has nothing to remember you by because sukuna is a selfish man. he believes nothing on this earth-mortal, curse, or even god- deserves the right to bear witness to you and the love you shared with him. so he keeps you in his heart even when you are long gone.

sukuna already knew that you were smart from before he even met you; shit, gojo would never shut up about how hot and smart his new tutor was. at first, sukuna would brush it off; gojo would think most girls were hot so it wasn't anything new. it wasn't until sukuna saw you with his own two eyes that he realized gojo was exaggerating at all.

you were hot as fuck.

gojo was meeting with you for an impromptu tutoring session at a cafe, sukuna was already with gojo so he thought he might as well tag along to see what all the hype surrounding you was. as well as the fact that sukuna was also failing the class gojo was getting tutored in. not as bad as gojo, of course, but still not passing. him and gojo had been sitting at one of the secluded, glass study rooms when the white-haired male suddenly stood up and waved with a bright smile. sukuna followed his line of sight and had to physically stop himself from dropping his jaw on the floor and start drooling.

from across the library, he saw you coolly wave back at gojo as you walked towards the room. something about the way you carried yourself so effortlessly was what really got sukuna's attention. the way your stride seemed so casual and your face damn near perfect even with the somewhat awful lighting of the campus library. when gojo kept talking on and on about how smart his tutor was, sukuna couldn't help but picture some average nerd that wanted to make a quick buck from tutoring an idiot with a trust-fund. but with your coach bag and kitten heels to match, sukuna knew that it was safe to assume you weren't in the position where you needed to endure tutoring gojo for some money. which caused sukuna to wonder as to why you were even bothering wasting your time with his idiot of a friend.

when you entered the study room they booked, gojo greeted you with a casual hug before commenting on your nice outfit. "hope i didn't pull you from a date or something, yn. you look real nice for a regular tuesday."

you only laughed as you put down your bag and took a seat across from the two of them. "don't worry, i was just getting brunch. besides, you did promise to pay me double so it's a win for me regardless."

"now when did i say that?" gojo asked sarcastically as he sat back down next to sukuna.

"when you asked me thirty minutes ago to meet you here and tutor your friend," you shot back before switching your gaze to sukuna, who sat directly in front of you. you offered him a warm smile, "it's nice to meet you, by the way. im yn."

sukuna was fortunately able to shake himself from his stupor and not make a fool of himself as he offered a (hopefully) casual nod in return, "i'm sukuna, i've heard all about you from gojo."

"all good things i hope."

yeah, if good means how gojo talks about how sexy you are, sukuna couldn't help but think to himself. "haven't heard anything bad yet, sweetheart."

"i have nothing negative to say about my stellar tutor!" gojo praised dramatically.

"you've made that bit obvious enough," sukuna mutters to himself. he notices the way that his comment gets a laugh out of you but he does not notice the way gojo's eyes narrow in his direction.

the rest of the session goes in similar fashion. you try to stay on topic but it was hard enough with just gojo. and now you had sukuna on your plate. the two continued to egg each other on, stealing your attention from the other any chance you got. eventually-by some miracle-you were able to get past the module and hopefully the material got through their thick skulls.

you sigh as you shut your laptop closed and go to pack your things. "just zelle me what you owe, toru. i gotta bounce tho," you say as you move to get up from your seat. just as sukuna goes to walk you out in the hopes of getting your number, gojo beats him to the punch (being the cock-block that he was).

gojo placed a large hand on the small of your back as he carried your bag for you, guiding you out of the room. "don't worry your pretty little head about it. expect it by the end of the day, sweetcheeks." he hands you your bag and you thank him with a soft smile, bidding him and sukuna adieu.

once your out of sight and earshot, gojo turns to look at sukuna with a cold glare. "i introduced you to her as a favor. that wasn't me putting you on," gojo says harshly.

"ha? what are you on about?" sukuna asks.

"you were practically drooling all over her, man," gojo scoffs out a laugh. "hate to break it you, but i don't really think walking-talking walls of muscle are her type."

now it was sukuna's turn to scoff. "oh right but she loves idiots with white hair, huh?"

"only one way to find out, hm?"

"are you seriously gonna make this into some competition, man?"

"you scared?" gojo taunts. "don't worry, i'd win anyways."

if only you knew what you had gotten yourself into just by this one tutoring session. at least gojo's payment went through at least!