Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

037. Alone In The World

Your doom was sealed the moment you got into the carriage. Sukuna wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him, melting you against his body in the darkness of the moving box. A kiss sealed the secret they had shared so voraciously, locked between your lips.

Your hands traced slow paths down his back. The king purred as if you were petting a beast that only with you could turn docile. There was no greater delight in his existence than belonging to you, surrendered, vulnerable, completely his. You were his oasis in a world devoured by cruelty. So sweet, so gentle, so out of place. Every kiss he stole from you drew a sigh from you, and each one transformed into light within that enclosed space. You smiled and illuminated even the darkest of confinements.

Taking advantage of the intimacy offered by the night, Sukuna guided your hand under his robe, where desire was already strongly rising. Your fingers, curious and delicate, found what they were looking for and slid gently into his thickness, exploring what was already familiar. You took hold of one of his throbbing dicks, eager for your naked touch.

You conquered him completely. You leaned toward his neck, placing slow, warm kisses, as if his skin tasted like warm vanilla at dusk. Sukuna exhaled a stifled moan right next to your ear, one that didn't belong to the world, but only to you. To you, who were the only one capable of extracting that kind of submission from him.

"We've arrived!" Mahito announced from the driver's seat, banging on the cabin to force you apart.

"Shut up, idiot!" Sukuna growled in frustration.

Sukuna stepped out of the carriage and realized they were at the dock, where the imperial ship was patiently waiting for them along with its entire maritime crew.

"Where are we going?" he asked, helping you out of the carriage.

"It's a surprise." The king furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Don't be killjoy. You'll like it," you promised.

You took his hand, and he followed you obediently. Sukuna wasn't used to surprises. He was the master of control and manipulation. If something wasn't handled by him first, he would immediately become uncomfortable. Now he felt the need to keep an eye on everyone in case it was an ambush. Together boarded the ship, where Dagon greeted them with his limited vocabulary. A slight nod and a few words, before silently leading them toward the king's cabin.

Sukuna frowned, barely crossing the threshold, surprised. The cabin, once somber and gloomy, had been transformed. Scented candles flickered from every corner, filling the air with a sweet, enveloping fragrance. Rose petals traced a path to the bed. On the desk, a bottle of wine waited with two empty glasses, as if knowing the night still had much to offer.

"Mahito really put on the work," you told him happily as soon as Dagon closed the door.

"Mahito did this?" Sukuna said, puzzled that the coldest of his commanders could plan such a romantic evening.

"Technically, I organized it, and he did it."

"That makes more sense." Sukuna removed his robes and laid them on the desk.

As you prepared for the night, you felt the slight tremor beneath your feet: the ship had set sail, plowing the course you yourself had charted weeks ago. In the privacy of the cabin, the murmur of the sea was barely a whisper behind the closed door. You paused in front of the mirror, contemplating the reflection of your own anticipation.

The white silk nightgown you had made fell delicately over your skin, revealing your back in a subtle and elegant curve. Even after sharing a night of passion, you still felt that tingling under your skin, that mixture of anxiety and desire that only he was capable of awakening. You washed your face with trembling hands, as if the water could calm your beating heart. Then you took a deep breath, stood up resolutely, and opened the door.