“You like that, don’t you? Filthy thing,” his deep voice chuckled, a deep rumble that almost shook your rib cage. He always spoke low, and whenever he spoke to you, it was always something dirty. Something you’d normally cringe at from any other man, but Sukuna had perfectly mastered the art of talking down to you in just the way you liked. “C’mon, you can do better than that, can’t you? I know you can take it.”