A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

Falling for You Pt1

Sitting in bed, you tapped away on your laptop, your half-finished speech glaring back at you. Writing came easily, but editing? That was the real battle. Ohhh, how you missed your editor—she was a godsend. After typing a few more words, you groaned and slammed the laptop shut. Your spine cracking as you stretched, seeking some relief. Fresh air. That's what I need.

Climbing out of bed, you winced at the dull ache in your foot. With a muttered complaint, you threw on a bikini top and shorts, grabbing a towel to take advantage of the warm day. Maybe get a tan even—hopefully.

You hobbled downstairs, cursing softly with each step.

Near the bottom, your foot slipped, and you yelped as you slid down the last two stairs, landing with a thud. Great.

"Goddamn it!" you muttered, shooting a glare at the offending step.

"Graceful as ever, Princess," Sukuna's low chuckle drifted from the couch. He barely opened one eye to watch you before closing it again.

"Shut up," you grumbled, pushing yourself up. Sukuna lounged lazily on the couch, the TV flashing a "Still watching?" prompt, a tablet in hand, and a drink on the table.

"What're you doing?" you huffed, irritation creeping into your voice.

"Working," he mumbled, cracking one eye open lazily. "Or at least I was, before you got here." He rubbed his eyes, dragging his hand down his face. The weariness softened his features, but his calm remained.

You scoffed, eyes drifting over him—legs spread wide, a loose white shirt, gray joggers, and that annoyingly perfect tousled pink hair. He looked too damn adorable, and you hated that it made your cheeks warm.

"Working my ass," you teased, crossing your arms.

He stretched, a lazy grin forming. "What're you doing back down here? Miss me already?"

The air was different—tense, but the pleasant kind. Sukuna's arms draped over the back of the couch, his posture completely relaxed. His face was passive, his eyes hooded and warm, watching you with a neutral expression.

"Please," you muttered, suddenly self-conscious as his gaze lingered longer than necessary.

"How's your foot?" he suddenly questioned, surprising you.

His eyes traveled down, taking in your form once more, settling on your injured foot. You instinctively shifted, trying to hide it from view. "It's fine," you stammered, "I'm pretty much numb to the pain now..."

His calm demeanor didn't waver. "Let me see it," he demanded, gesturing you over. Hesitant, you limped closer.

Before you could react, he tugged you into his lap, his arms pulling you securely against him. Your face flushed as you found yourself straddling him, his thumb drawing soft circles on your bare skin. Every touch made you tense. You wriggled, trying to get free, but his grip remained firm.

Your glare only fueled his grin. His hands slid down, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips firmly against his. His hardening length pressed against you, a shiver running down your spine.

"Doesn't it feel good, Princess?" he teased, his lips brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your breasts.

You smacked the top of his head, though it only made him chuckle. "Not exactly," you muttered, crossing your arms in a weak defense.

His arms tightened around you, making it clear you weren't going anywhere. With a groan, you covered your flushed face, peeking at him through your fingers. "Stop," you whined, "or I'm giving you the silent treatment again."