Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

035. Losing The Tower

Two weeks later...

Sukuna no longer hated mornings. The feeling of your warm body against his, the sound of your light snores compared to his, and the privilege of being the first to see your face when he woke up. It was, without a doubt, what he enjoyed most about the day.

His eyes half-opened when he noticed you were still in bed. You hadn't gotten up to train. It had been a week since the last time you had, and Sukuna sensed that accumulated fatigue had something to do with it. Planning a wedding, visiting the commune almost daily, and taking care of their newly adopted children was more than anyone could handle. Whatever the reason, he was happy to have you in his arms for a couple more hours before duty called.

He approached slowly, pressing his chest against your back. One of his upper arms slid underneath yours, reaching for one of your breasts, until his hand came across something unexpected: a ball of hair. Confused, he lifted the blanket... and there was Choso, peacefully asleep in your arms. Sukuna's brow furrowed in a mixture of annoyance and jealousy at the sight of the little boy using your chest as a pillow.

"Damn brat," Sukuna growled, grabbing the boy by his pajamas and throwing him out of bed.

You woke up, jolted by the unexpected sound of crying. The now-familiar headache set in, sharp and throbbing, as it had every morning for the past week. Confused and still groggy from sleep, you slowly sat up in bed, despite Sukuna's attempt to hold you close, longing for a few more minutes of peace.

You looked around, instinctively searching for Choso, but the little boy wasn't even in the bed. You remembered how he had crept into your arms after a nightmare the night before, seeking comfort. The crying caught your attention again. You looked down at the ground, and your heart skipped a beat. There was Choso, lying on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Apparently, he'd fallen out of bed in his sleep.

"Now, now, now, my love," you said sleepily, approaching the edge to rescue him, but Sukuna pulled your waist to stop you.

"Let him cry, it builds character," Sukuna grunted, but it was just an excuse to have you all to himself.

"No way I'm leaving Choso crying on the ground," you scolded him.

You picked him up gently, cradling him in your arms as his sobs trembled against your chest. You held him tenderly, instinctively, as if by wrapping him up you could take away the pain. Patting his back gently, whispering sweet phrases, barely audible words that floated like balm in the gloom. Your fingers gently rubbed the little arm he'd pointed at through his tears, seeking to soothe both the physical pain and the fear.

Sukuna watched silently, almost motionless. He'd never seen you like this before: so sweet, so patient, so deeply maternal. Something about that image disarmed him. Although jealousy burned in his chest, he couldn't help but feel a strange warmth growing inside. A warmth that surprised him, uncomfortable and comforting at the same time. He wanted you, yes, but at that moment it wasn't just desire: it was a longing to be treated with that same sweetness, to be held in your embrace as well.

When Choso finally stopped crying, you slipped back into the sheets with him still in your arms, as if you didn't want to let go. You nestled against your fiancé's chest, seeking his warmth. Sukuna wrapped his arms around you, even though the child in between robbed him of the direct contact he craved. He squeezed a little tighter, resigned. The king would have to put up with it... after all, he himself had brought that little brat into your lives.

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Breakfast had begun as usual. The servants were lined up silently against the walls, Sukuna presiding over the table from his seat at the head, and the cursed ones closest to him occupied their usual places, impatiently awaiting the arrival of the food.