A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

A Thin Line Pt2

-3:51 AM-

Sukuna woke in the middle of the night, his eyes heavy with sleep. He turned his head to look at you, still curled up on the couch beside him. He stared at you, awe and amazement stirring within him at how beautiful you were, every feature of your face delicate and serene in the dim light. He sighed, caught between waking you and letting you rest.

But he didn't have the heart.

Instead, Sukuna reached out, gently tugging the blanket over your feet, which had slipped out during the night. As the seconds passed, a soft expression crept onto his face. Without thinking, he took your tiny hand into his, lifting it up to examine your slender fingers and nails.

So dainty, he thought. It was hard to tell why exactly it bothered him so much. Why you affected him this way.

His calloused fingertip grazed over your skin, softly tracing the lines of your hand, marveling at the softness. You didn't move, your face serene. He trailed each individual finger with his thumb before turning your hand over, pressing your palm up against his rough one. You fit perfectly against his larger, rougher hands, the difference in size between the two of you making him strangely giddy. He studied it intently before finally lowering your hand back to your side.

His eyes traveled to your lips, remembering how they felt—just as soft and plushy as they looked.

"Goddammit." Sukuna clenched his fists, his body tense. Why couldn't he just push you away?

His gaze remained transfixed on you as you continued to sleep, your body curled up next to his. You seemed peaceful, content. He remembered your laugh the night you both hung out together. You could light up the room, and he was hooked. His lips pressed tightly together as a frown formed.

"What the hell am I doing?" Sukuna groaned, tugging the blanket over you before heading outside, his thoughts a tangled mess. On the back porch, he lit another cigarette, the first drag of smoke did little to calm the storm raging inside him. He walked the perimeter, hoping the cold air might clear his thoughts, but all it did was bring you back to the forefront of his mind.

Maybe he was an idiot for trying to reject these emotions and pull away from you when the temptation was real. Your seductive lips were just begging to be claimed, and he was only so strong before the floodgate would inevitably break, but that can't happen... at least that's what he tried to convince himself of.

This job needed to come first. At the end of the day, you were just a paycheck—a pretty, sexy, perfect paycheck, but still his client. This was business, not pleasure, and he didn't care, right?

Sukuna swallowed thickly. For the first time, Sukuna found himself struggling with feelings for a woman, one that made him weak with desire. One he shouldn't let himself feel—he couldn't. Feelings would get in the way, distract him, and get the better of him.

He finished his cigarette, tossing it aside before heading back inside. At the foot of the stairs, Sukuna paused, torn between retreating to his room and staying near you. Logic told him to leave, to keep his distance, but something stronger kept him rooted in place.

"Ugh, fucking dumbass," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he struggled with the chaos in his mind.

With a soft expression, he glanced once more at your sleeping figure.

With a frustrated sigh, he finally turned and climbed the stairs, retreating to his bed. But sleep didn't come easily. The thoughts of you, the conflict within him, were too strong to ignore.

-Daybreak-

The hours slipped away, the living room now illuminated with the morning light softly streaming through the dark blinds. You woke up groggy and sore from a night on the couch. With a low groan, you blinked sleepily, allowing your eyes to adjust.