You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.

And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.

You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.

You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.

"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.

"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.

"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"

"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."

Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.

You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.

"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."

"A normal shower, please."

"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.

Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.

"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."

The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."

His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.

Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.

He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.

clan head!satoru whose kids keep coming out of you with little shocks of black hair atop their heads and a violet undertone in their irises.

clan head!satoru who acts just as shocked as his elders when one by one each of your children's cursed technique manifests as curse manipulation. giving a dramatic yet flat, "oh no! how could this have happened?" without breaking eye contact with them.

clan head!satoru who takes yet another verbal lashing, telling him to try again and to get it right this time. in one ear and out the other for him at this point. it's not up to him anyway. it's your body and you said your bakery closed at three.

clan head!satoru eyes number three curled up in your arms, still so new to the world that his face is still all wrinkled up. suguru sits next to you, his finger wrapped in the baby's fist. the three of you really do paint a picture. of what a happy family could be. should be. and yet, here satoru is fucking that up for you, for suguru, for the kids.

somewhere deep down, clan head!satoru knows that they're just as much his as they are yours as they are suguru's. he knows he's just as loved as he loves the lot of you. that doesn't stop the feeling of being the odd man out.

clan head!satoru who grins and bears it because what choice does he have? he made this bed the second he asked suguru to father his children. the elders technically get what they want - ‘gojo’ heirs - and satoru gets to sleep at night knowing they won't have the upbringing he did. it should be a win-win, but it's not enough. it will never be enough.

clan head!satoru shakes the despair from his bones as best as he can and tunes halfway back in, not that what's being said to him matters.

clan head!satoru who can't give them what they really want anyway.

clan head!satoru who knew this shit would happen and preemptively got a vasectomy at 21.

clan head!satoru whose kids keep coming out of you with little shocks of black hair atop their heads and a violet undertone in their irises.

clan head!satoru who acts just as shocked as his elders when one by one each of your children's cursed technique manifests as curse manipulation. giving a dramatic yet flat, "oh no! how could this have happened?" without breaking eye contact with them.

clan head!satoru who takes yet another verbal lashing, telling him to try again and to get it right this time. in one ear and out the other for him at this point. it's not up to him anyway. it's your body and you said your bakery closed at three.

clan head!satoru eyes number three curled up in your arms, still so new to the world that his face is still all wrinkled up. suguru sits next to you, his finger wrapped in the baby's fist. the three of you really do paint a picture. of what a happy family could be. should be. and yet, here satoru is fucking that up for you, for suguru, for the kids.

somewhere deep down, clan head!satoru knows that they're just as much his as they are yours as they are suguru's. he knows he's just as loved as he loves the lot of you. that doesn't stop the feeling of being the odd man out.

clan head!satoru who grins and bears it because what choice does he have? he made this bed the second he asked suguru to father his children. the elders technically get what they want - ‘gojo’ heirs - and satoru gets to sleep at night knowing they won't have the upbringing he did. it should be a win-win, but it's not enough. it will never be enough.

clan head!satoru shakes the despair from his bones as best as he can and tunes halfway back in, not that what's being said to him matters.

clan head!satoru who can't give them what they really want anyway.

clan head!satoru who knew this shit would happen and preemptively got a vasectomy at 21.

clan head!satoru whose kids keep coming out of you with little shocks of black hair atop their heads and a violet undertone in their irises.

clan head!satoru who acts just as shocked as his elders when one by one each of your children's cursed technique manifests as curse manipulation. giving a dramatic yet flat, "oh no! how could this have happened?" without breaking eye contact with them.

clan head!satoru who takes yet another verbal lashing, telling him to try again and to get it right this time. in one ear and out the other for him at this point. it's not up to him anyway. it's your body and you said your bakery closed at three.

clan head!satoru eyes number three curled up in your arms, still so new to the world that his face is still all wrinkled up. suguru sits next to you, his finger wrapped in the baby's fist. the three of you really do paint a picture. of what a happy family could be. should be. and yet, here satoru is fucking that up for you, for suguru, for the kids.

somewhere deep down, clan head!satoru knows that they're just as much his as they are yours as they are suguru's. he knows he's just as loved as he loves the lot of you. that doesn't stop the feeling of being the odd man out.

clan head!satoru who grins and bears it because what choice does he have? he made this bed the second he asked suguru to father his children. the elders technically get what they want - ‘gojo’ heirs - and satoru gets to sleep at night knowing they won't have the upbringing he did. it should be a win-win, but it's not enough. it will never be enough.

clan head!satoru shakes the despair from his bones as best as he can and tunes halfway back in, not that what's being said to him matters.

clan head!satoru who can't give them what they really want anyway.

clan head!satoru who knew this shit would happen and preemptively got a vasectomy at 21.

clan head!satoru whose kids keep coming out of you with little shocks of black hair atop their heads and a violet undertone in their irises.

clan head!satoru who acts just as shocked as his elders when one by one each of your children's cursed technique manifests as curse manipulation. giving a dramatic yet flat, "oh no! how could this have happened?" without breaking eye contact with them.

clan head!satoru who takes yet another verbal lashing, telling him to try again and to get it right this time. in one ear and out the other for him at this point. it's not up to him anyway. it's your body and you said your bakery closed at three.

clan head!satoru eyes number three curled up in your arms, still so new to the world that his face is still all wrinkled up. suguru sits next to you, his finger wrapped in the baby's fist. the three of you really do paint a picture. of what a happy family could be. should be. and yet, here satoru is fucking that up for you, for suguru, for the kids.

somewhere deep down, clan head!satoru knows that they're just as much his as they are yours as they are suguru's. he knows he's just as loved as he loves the lot of you. that doesn't stop the feeling of being the odd man out.

clan head!satoru who grins and bears it because what choice does he have? he made this bed the second he asked suguru to father his children. the elders technically get what they want - ‘gojo’ heirs - and satoru gets to sleep at night knowing they won't have the upbringing he did. it should be a win-win, but it's not enough. it will never be enough.

clan head!satoru shakes the despair from his bones as best as he can and tunes halfway back in, not that what's being said to him matters.

clan head!satoru who can't give them what they really want anyway.

clan head!satoru who knew this shit would happen and preemptively got a vasectomy at 21.

"ouu... heavy… sooo big and heavy..."

the king of curses is, at the moment, a drowsy wreck sprawled on the stone floor of his shrine, unfairly gooey for a monster that just slaughtered an entire village.

he’d found some pathetic, bulbous little curse lurking; and it had looked so fucking ridiculous, floating there like a bloated, purple eye that he’d popped it into his belly mouth just for the laugh.

he didn’t expect the damn thing to act like concentrated liquor.

now his brain is tilting sideways, making him feel unnaturally giddy as a stupid grin forms across both his faces. his four bulky arms are thrown out carelessly at his sides because right now, his bottom mouth has decided it has a muuuch better plan.

the thick lips of his stomach mouth open wide, a muscly, deep pink tongue slathered in saliva sliding out to swipe languidly over his groin. he’s already rock hard, both of his veiny cocks pulsing against his abdomen for attention, dark tips glossy with pre-cum.

for sukuna, who expects the entire world to bend and break under his heel just to satisfy his slightest boredom, it's surely ridiculous how eager he is right now, giggling and and kicking his feet as his belly-mouth leans down to take the first cock.

he sucks on himself deep, the flesh of his stomach contracting around his own meat with a wet squelch, and a whimper rips from his throat. he’s never felt this warm in his entire a-hundred-year-old life. his lower mouth pursues with a sloppy hunger as his tongue swirls around the sensitive mushroom heads of both dicks until they throb in tandem and the dripping strings of spit is pooling on his beefy thighs.

he chuckles under his breath—a bubbly one that belongs on a child, not heian's great disaster. "mmm... 'm gonna break something... heheh..."

his hips begin to snap forward keenly, bucking into his own torso with a haphazard rhythm. his belly tongue wraps around both of his cocks, practically inhaling them into the meaty cavity of his inner cheeks until his balls are smacking sharp. the friction causes an extreme hotness, making his tattooed skin tingle and flush a beautiful ruby. he’s right on the edge, his erudite brain fried due to intoxication.

another wet slurp pushes him over. his thighs twitch violently as he comes; thick, pearly seed launching straight into his own waiting mouth and messy across his abs. his belly mouth gulps down the musky liquid greedily, massive tongue cleaning up the stray drops, pleased by his own taste.

sukuna lets go of himself completely, body sinking back against the stone with a long, heavy sigh. the horrifying spirit of the legendary sukuna is nowhere to be found, exchanged to a drunken lethargy and a satisfied smile plastered across his tattoed face as he drifts off to a much needed sleep.

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