"Hmph..." Sukuna couldn't suppress a small, soft purr as your hand ran through his hair again, soothing his scalp with gentle strokes. With his head nestled on your still bare lap, and the comforting warmth emanating from your body, he felt a sense of peace and security wash over him.

It was a curious thing, to be the King of Curses and yet feel so content and safe in a human's presence. He couldn't help but melt like a child whenever your lips graced his face, leaving behind lipstick marks all over his cheeks, chin and jaw.

Snuggling his head further into your thighs, Sukuna silently reveled in the comfort of your embrace.

"There's lipstick all over my face, isn't it?" His tone held a hint of annoyance, though it was laced with amusement.