A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

A Shift

The next few days, Sukuna watched you, noticing his stress and headaches—were more...persistent.

He couldn't fathom how a single kiss from you had shut him down so completely, leaving him reeling and craving more.

You lingered in his thoughts, a presence he couldn't shake. He was torn between the thrill of a connection with you and the fear of its implications. How could someone like you not be in a relationship?

From your seduction skills to making him want to beg and pleasure you at the first touch and kiss, you had quite an influence over him. It made it hard not to want to get to know you on a personal level.

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Over the next three days, you mostly stayed in your room. Occasionally, when Sukuna let his guard down you'd emerge, and despite his efforts his eyes always betrayed him and would be drawn right back to you.

Small details—your scent as you walked by, your smirk, and your sashaying hips—stayed with him during quiet moments, driving him madder each day. Your pouty lips and tempting curves made him ache to reach out and touch you.

That kiss lingered like a ghost, unsettling him in ways he couldn't fully grasp. You had left him breathless, craving more, and it disturbed him how much he liked it.

"She really is going to be the fucking death of me," he muttered under his breath, the words laced with a mixture of frustration and something dangerously close to longing.

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As more days slipped by, one evening found you on the phone with your campaign team, briefing you on the tasks that needed your immediate attention. Cooped up here, you felt your influence waning. You could only advise from a distance, unable to be in front of the camera or attend meetings. Thankfully, your popularity in the polls remained steady, and things seemed to come together.

You paced around the kitchen on the phone with your campaign manager.

"Ahh, alrighty then." you pause for a second. "So that gives us at least five more weeks?" You pause again, biting your nail. "I will try my hardest, please know, that my life is on the line and I'll try not to become a victim..for our work and I know people are counting on me. You have nothing to worry about. I always put 120% into any and everything I do," you told her.

Your nerves were clearly showing as you listened to her talk.

"Yeah, I'm safe here. Thanks for everything. Hope to see you soon. Bye." You finally concluded, hanging up the phone. Rubbing your temples, you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the stress. You didn't hear Sukuna approach.

Taking a heavy, deep breath, you leaned against the island counter, your hands covering your face. A snicker from your left made you turn your head, only to see Sukuna standing there with the tablet.

"Someone looks really fucking stressed," he said with a smirk.

You shook your head, frowning. "Wouldn't you be stressed if your whole career was on the line? With everything going on, I'm surprised I haven't lost my damn mind."

"Honestly, this whole situation is insane... and you, you're no help!" You complained with a sarcastic smirk, trying to keep things light despite the tension.

Sukuna walked around to the other side of the counter and placed the tablet down. He raised a curious eyebrow, noticing the sudden change in your temperament and energy.

"I never imagined I'd have a target on my back," you sighed. "One minute I was happy, and the next, my life is being threatened." You forced a laugh, but it came out shaky. "Now, you have to protect me, and I miss my old life. My campaign can't survive if I can't be out there, making speeches and doing photo ops." You collapsed into a chair, feeling helpless.