A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

Power Play

That damn jerk knew exactly how to get under your skin. His knowing smirk was infuriatingly sexy, lingering in your thoughts despite your best efforts. You storm back to your room, throwing yourself onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. Sukuna's smug grin and commanding demeanor haunted your mind. His cocky behavior made him seem as if he ruled the world.

"Why do the hot guys always have to be such asses?" you think, wondering why you even bothered with him.

Each dismissive comment felt like a blow, chipping away at the confidence you had painstakingly built. The feeling of powerlessness gnawed at you, anger simmering beneath the surface. You can't let him see how much he affects you.

What the hell is wrong with you? You're smart, capable, and a respected politician—not someone who lets others walk all over them. The isolation and stress are messing with your head. You recall the countless battles you've fought to earn your place—the late nights in the office, the abuse of power and disrespectful remarks claiming you're unable to hold you own from colleagues. This is different, but it feels the same. They're all the same in that regard—thinking the rules and mutual respect don't apply to them, even as elected officials.

You sighed deeply in frustration.

This man was going to make you hate every second of being here. These past few weeks have been hell, aside from the conversation you just had which wasn't terrible. You glance at the clock. Hours slipped by. With a groan, you sit up, stretch, and scan the room.

Now is the perfect chance for revenge. No one messes with you and gets away with it. You're not meek, and he's not as intimidating as he thinks. You need to show him that you're not someone to be trifled with.

"What goes around, comes around, tattoo face," you mutter, your mind racing with schemes to knock him down a notch.

If you decide to get him back, make him beg. Petty or not, you need to put him in his place.

Toying with his mind would be fun and satisfying, especially if you could provoke him the way he provokes you. That would be payback for his little display of dominance earlier.

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After hours of restlessness, you decide to confront Sukuna. You head downstairs, scanning the rooms for any sign of him.

The kitchen is empty, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Frustrated, you move towards the living room, your socks sliding silently over the tiled floor. The soft glow from the muted TV casts shadows on the walls,but there's no sign of Sukuna. As you turn around, you collide with his solid chest, his body radiating warmth and smelling faintly of musk and smoke. A yelp escapes your lips followed by a surprised "oomph." His strong arms shoots out, the roughness of his calloused hands gripped you firmly as he prevents you from falling.

Sukuna's mouth tightened into a flat line, anger and annoyance flickering across his features. Yet, beneath that, you caught a glint of reluctant satisfaction as your smaller form collided with his solid chest. He steadied you with a firm grip on your arm. You gasped, struggling to ignore the sensation of his defined pecs against your skin.

"Your reflexes are shit," he grunts, shaking his head.

His arm drops when you push him away. For a split second, something flickers in his eyes, quickly vanishes as quick as it appeared, replaced by his cold, narrowed gaze and that infuriating smirk.

"Shut up. And don't act innocent," you scoff, maintaining your cool facade. "Like you actually care, you probably wish I fell on my ass."

"Clearly. Because if I did, why did I catch your fall?" Sukuna's eyebrow quirked in amusement, that infuriating grin returning. "But keep telling yourself that, Sweetheart." His voice oozed condescension.