Being the wife of Sukuna, the feared King of Curses, has its advantages and disadvantages. Who would've thought that the mighty Sukuna could be affectionate—or even needy—in private?

You stayed still, your expression caught somewhere between annoyance and disbelief as he pulled you into his lap. “I said no,” you muttered, palm outstretched like a stop sign to hold him back. His lower two arms were wrapped around your waist, while the upper ones made sure you weren’t going anywhere.

Sukuna only grinned wider at your attempt to stop him, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Tch. You’re always so uptight.”

Without warning, he leaned in—far too close—and your fingers twitched. Before you could react, a mouth split open in the centre of Sukuna’s palm, sharp teeth gleaming, tongue twitching.

Sukuna tilted his head playfully, speaking in a teasing tone. “If you won’t let me kiss you, I figured I’d improvise,” he said, as the mouth on his hand smirked.

“Gross,” you muttered before Sukuna pressed the cursed mouth on his palm against your mouth to block any further complaints.

He leaned in closer, still, voice low and husky. “Don’t deny me like that. It only makes me want to try harder,” he whispered, while the cursed mouth continued his improvised form of affection.