Sukuna’s large hand keeps your from falling off his lap as he sat high and mighty in his throne, waiting for the other concubines to arrive.

“You’re gonna sit still for me. Okay, pretty?” he hums lowly in your ear. He was only soft and warmed up to you when it was only you two alone. Never calling you crude and degrading name. Always calling you the sweetest names known to mankind.

His thumb rubs you the bump of your hip, comforting you as you wait. The concubines have never been kind towards you, always jealous and spiteful since the Sukuna showered you in all his attention.

“I’ll slash the throat of the one that bothers you the most.” He ‘comforts’.