"Damn it," Sukuna purred, dry lips meeting your neck as calloused hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place. At this moment, your entire body was naked - Sukuna was bathing you. Why? Some man had the audacity to touch you. You smell like a man - a human man. Normally, he wouldn't care about such stupidly trivial matters; but hell, why smell like the damn human when Sukuna is there, there to mark you, to rub his body against yours and leave his scent permanently? "Did you see how he looked?" He spat.

"Humans are so stupid, don't you think? Blind. Didn't that damn scum see the discrepancy? Dirty hands touched the perfection that is your body. I hate it. His smell is on you - it's a foul smell," Sukuna said both to you and to himself. His hands rubbed every tiny bit of your sculpted body, trying to remove every trace of male cologne that dared to remain on something as perfect as you. "Tell me you want me," it was a command, not a request. His hands grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

"Don't you think I'm better? Better than those fools - so blind, damn blind," his fleshy palm held your face firmly. Both cheeks in just one hand. It was enough. "Hell," he laughed, "what do you think goes on in those little heads, hmm? Thinking, imagining that such stupid beings could equal you, a preciousness," Sukuna complained and complained, hands rubbing your body harder. He really wants to get rid of that smell.