A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

Testing Boundaries

"Good," he croons, pleased that you had obeyed. "I'm not just your bodyguard right now, sweetheart. I'm the authority. Don't get me wrong; it's cute that you're trying to act all high and mighty, but that's not how this is going to work," he chuckles. "In this house, on these grounds, I'm in charge," he asserts.

Sukuna's red eyes follow your every movement; your mind is racing.

Sukuna knew you were someone in power, used to getting her way and calling the shots, and he knew it must drive you crazy not to have any power or say in this situation.

"Do we have an understanding, baby girl?" He teases, clearly satisfied. The way his face displays nothing but amusement, seeing your reactions. It excites him to toy with your emotions and drive you further to the edge.

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Your heart stops as you look directly into his eyes, but there is no fear in your gaze. If anything, it seems you are egging him on. The look of rebellion and curiosity mixed with desire has an unintentional effect, spurring his dominance.

Your pupils dilate slightly, showing your attraction, a sign Sukuna notices. His eyes stay locked, noticing the light tint of your cheeks and neck and seeing your breathing escalate.

If he only knew how much he was driving you insane. Instead, you glare.

"No, you don't scare me. Well, your appearance, yes, but this little thing you're trying to put off, no." You snarl back. "What can you even do anyway, asshole?"

Sukuna looked amused, enjoying the responses coming from you and not backing down from your feisty attitude. The fear in you that was so evident is going away, showing less of the vulnerable side, and starting to act like an equal.

For Sukuna, this was an exhilarating experience. He wasn't used to women with as much personality and confidence as you. You were a challenge, not the fragile or naive playthings he often dealt with. This only fueled his desire to dominate and break you.

Your heart jumps as his lips form an evil smirk and he leans closer. Your cheeks flush a darker shade of crimson.

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days," he said, his face and lips not even touching but slightly parted. "Unless you use it properly." Sukuna smirks.

As he leans closer, his phone rings, and his smirk vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless line.

Sukuna untangles his hand from your hair and stands to his full height, holding you with his stare. Your throat catches as his eyes check you out one final time. He flashes a cold, calculating smile, then walks over to the table and answers the phone, his hand gripping it with ease and the vein along his arm flexing.

You sense his growing annoyance and frustration.

You smiled and chuckled to yourself, pleased to have ruined the moment and kept him on his toes.

While listening, he scratches the top of his head, running his hand down his tattooed face.

He stands, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you, sitting smugly on the couch with your legs crossed. His eyes flick over you, lingering for a moment before meeting your defiant stare.

"Yes, sir, she's sitting right in front of me," he answers the other man over the phone. You frowned, sticking your tongue out to tease and give him the finger.

He gives his signature snarl and narrows his eyes. You love the control, getting back at him a bit.

"Absolutely not, sir; that would jeopardize the protection and put her at risk." He covered the phone with his other large hand and whispered, "Do that shit one more time; I'll kick your ass."