A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

The Art of Seduction

The next morning, you woke up and took your time getting ready, determined to look as captivating as possible. You stood before the mirror, a smirk playing on your lips as you admired your reflection. Slipping into a dark lace bra and matching panties, you layered on a burgundy silk nightgown that stopped just after your panties, accentuating every curve. Satisfied, you smoothed the nightgown over your hips, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs.

As you entered the living room, the sound of the television reached your ears. Sukuna's large frame sprawled across the entire couch, his arms stretched lazily above his head, legs extended, with a tablet on his lap. A cigarette hung from his mouth as he watched the screen, his eyes flickering between the TV and the tablet.

Your soft footsteps caught his attention as you sauntered into the kitchen, a devilish smirk curling your lips. You added a deliberate bounce to your step, ensuring your breasts moved in the silk top, every motion highlighting your figure.

"Well, look at you, all dolled up," he drawled, sarcasm thick in his tone as he glanced over the back of the leather couch. "Not that I'm complaining about the view." His chuckle was enough to make you suppress a blush, but you kept your composure.

You didn't respond with words, but instead, turned to face him, flashing a bright smile as you made eye contact, catching the seductive glint in his eyes.

"Trying to seduce me, sweetheart?" His gaze raked over you with dangerous intent.

"Who, me? Never," you replied, shaking your head with a playful smirk, though your heart raced in your chest. The playful banter was a risky game, one you were both well aware of.

He chuckled again, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, baby doll," he teased, his smirk widening.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning away, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

"Please," you muttered, focusing on the coffee machine. "The only thing getting seduced here is the coffee maker. Get over yourself."

You poured yourself a cup of fresh, hot coffee, trying to ignore the way his gaze seemed to trail after you, following every movement. His presence was palpable, a weight you could feel even with your back turned.

He rose from the couch with a stretch, his broad frame moving with ease as he strolled toward you. The sight of him—shirtless, gray joggers hung low—made your breath catch. His tattooed, muscular chest was exposed, each line and curve of ink accentuating his powerful build. The cup trembled slightly in your hand, and you quickly looked down, forcing yourself not to stare. The coffee's warmth did little to soothe the sudden heat rising within you.

Control. You needed to maintain control.

His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your cleavage. His lips twitched as he noticed your reaction, his gaze flicking downward.

"Aw, sweetheart, you seem all worked up. Is it the heat, or something else?" His voice was low, flirty, suggestive.

You raised the cup to your lips, hoping the steam would mask the flush creeping up your neck.

You exhaled sharply, Sukuna's deep chuckle reverberating through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.

"The attitude is still there, I see," he observed, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. He was too sexy for his own good. "Hmm... interesting. Let's try something else. Come sit on my lap. I don't bite... unless you're into that." He winked, leaning casually on the counter, his eyes daring you to respond.

"Aren't you here to work and protect me, not be an annoying dick?" you snapped, rolling your eyes and refusing to meet his gaze. "So, do your job." Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.