Large hands seem to swallow your thigh as he presses the stencil on. His hand is hot, almost searingly so. It doesn't take long for him to start the tattoo process, and as much as you try to relax, you can't —not when his hands brush higher and higher up your thigh.

Sukuna works slowly and steadily, fingers dragging over your sensitive skin and leaving fiery trails all over your thigh.

"Stay still, doll." He scolds, but you can hear the smugness his voice. "Don't ruin my work."