Sukuna sat on his throne with spread legs, his robe hanging loosely off his body. His cheek rested on one of his four arms, eyes scanning the room before his gaze settled on you - his little pet. The corner of his lips quirk upwards, and he beckons you closer with one hand.

“Here, little one.” He says firmly, eyes flicking to the floor between his spread legs. He waits until you kneel between his legs, his head cocking to the side. He gives you a short, pleased hum, reaching out to scratch behind your ears. “Such a small, obedient thing, aren’t you?”

He pauses, the small smile on his face spreading into a grin. He leans down towards you, breath brushing your ear as he speaks. “Well? Aren’t you going to thank your king for granting you the honour of sitting with him?”