A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

More Than Just a Confession

When you woke up the next morning, something was off. Sukuna was acting... strange. His usual teasing bravado had vanished overnight, leaving behind a quiet, contemplative mood. That could only mean one thing: something was seriously wrong.

Sitting across from him at the counter, you propped your chin in your hand, sipping your coffee as you studied him. Every so often, he'd sneak a glance at you, almost... affectionately. And each time you caught his eye, your stomach flipped. What the hell happened between last night and now?"

There was something in those crimson eyes of his that stirred something deep inside you. A thought struck—could he actually care? Maybe even love you, just as you were?

The thought felt dangerous, yet it clung to you. Outside by the pool, he'd mentioned he liked everything about you—flaws and all. But, what if...?"

No, stop getting ahead of yourself, Y/N, you scolded inwardly. You knew better than to let yourself get carried away. Someone like him—gorgeous, confident, and larger than life—couldn't possibly see you in the same light. What did you have to offer? Your career was demanding, your life chaotic, and you weren't the kind of woman men like Sukuna fell for.

But each time he looked at you, there was a spark. Something deep and unsettling flickered in his gaze—something that shook the foundations of your guarded heart. He'd told you suddenly that he liked you, flaws and all. But how could you be sure he meant it? Was this just a game for him—a distraction—while you had already started falling hard?

Sukuna cocked an eyebrow, his gaze curious. "Everything okay?" he asked, noticing the look on your face.

You forced a weak smile, pushing down the flood of emotions swirling inside.

"Yeah... Just, trying to process the last 24 hours, I guess," you muttered, feeling the heat of his intense stare on your skin.

His expression softened, and you caught a spark in his crimson eyes. He chuckled softly, his eyes sweeping over you before his lips curled into a genuine smile. "I like that look," he admitted. "Beautiful."

The compliment hit you like a punch to the gut, your cheeks burning under the weight of his gaze. It was the kind of compliment that made you want more, though a part of you suspected it was just another flirtation—another attempt to lure you into bed. But something about it felt... different.

"Sukuna?"

He lifted an eyebrow as your voice broke the silence. "Hmm? What's up, babygirl?" he smirked, clearly enjoying this far too much.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your breathing steady. "Nothing. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"About how hot my stalker-fiancé is," you joked, forcing a grin. The familiar tease filled the air between you, but you didn't miss the way his breath caught, the brief flush coloring his face before he rolled his eyes with a good-natured huff.

"Difficult woman."

You stood, grabbing your dishes and heading to the sink.

"And you love it," you shot back, rinsing the cup.

He sighed deeply, his gaze still fixed on you as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble," he muttered, his voice dipping into a lower, huskier register, the darkness in his eyes stirring something inside you.

You threw him a playful wink, leaving him to groan in frustration as you made your way upstairs. Once you were out of sight, the smug look on his face faded, replaced by something else—something raw.