A Political Affair Sukuna x Reader

Until We Meet Again Pt1

The last few days flew by as you both lost yourselves in each other, every moment with laughter, intimacy, and banter. Between cooking and sex you often just talked, sometimes about nonsense, other times serious matters. His warm presence made even the most mundane tasks enjoyable. And though neither of you vocalized the emotions or confessions brewing inside of you, but the way his crimson orbs lingered and glowed around you made it painfully clear that you weren't the only one head over heels.

This was exactly how it would be once you're reunited with the outside world—one helluva couple, full of fun and endless chemistry.

But at long last, the final day arrived. After another session of passion, you lay in each other's warmth, savoring the afterglow. His grin widened at the sound of your soft giggles as you kissed his handsome face. Sukuna, smitten and utterly whipped, couldn't stop himself from basking in the moment, even if he'd never admit it.

After the intimacy, the two of you had a full blown making out. You stroke his cock to appease him if only for a moment while whispering a series of naughty, downright sinful things in your ear.

You blushed at his erotic fantasies. He was so damn handsome like that, making him even more attractive and desirable. And the attention he was giving you—a girl could get addicted.
Sukuna hovered above you, lowering his head to kiss your breasts. He was overworking you and pushing his luck, yet you allowed him to indulge in whatever he wanted.

A sigh escaping as you laid there mostly limp, "I hate you," your voice was soft, gentle, tired, yet a giggle escaped.

"Hmn?" he grinned like the devil he was.

"Yup, I really, reeeeaally do hate you!" you huffed out, feeling sore, especially down there, and tried moving a little. "You're turning me into jelly... I don't think I'll be able to walk," you murmured, soft and spent, a laugh escaping.

His smug, handsome face twisted into an arrogant grin. "Sounds like a 'you' problem, sweetheart."

"God, you're the worst," you groaned. Sukuna chuckled in reply.

"True," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "But you love this just as much as I do." He sat up, his grin mischievous. "Speaking of... ready for another round? Because I am." His hand slid up to caress your breast.

"Sukuna nooo~," you weakly protested, with another tired whine. "Have mercy on my pussy..." you giggled out.

"Gotta make this time count,babe."He smirked, mischievous, he spread your legs open with his thighs and hovering over you, his gaze dropping to his cock, hard and eager to make you his for the second time today.

Just as he was about to enter you, the ringing of his phone shattered the moment. Sukuna froze, his jaw clenching as a low growl escaped him. "Tch. Every fuckin' time."His eyes flicked to the glowing screen with visible irritation, but he didn't move away. Instead, he teasingly pressed of his tip against your clit sent another wave of heat through you, as stifled a moan.

With an annoyed sigh, he answered the call, his voice clipped. "Yeah?" His free hand stroked his cock lazily, his gaze locked onto yours. Even with the call, his teasing never faltered, the press of his tip against you making your breath hitch.

You squirmed beneath him, pressing the pillow over your face to stifle your moans. His teasing touch and heated gaze made your body tremble. Sukuna's smirk deepened at your muffled whimpers, never breaking eye contact as he spoke into the phone.

He reached for the pillow, tossing it aside. "I want to see you," he mouthed, voice dripping with command. His crimson gaze pinned you in place as his tip pressed against your heat, teasing you to the edge.