Through all her years as a captain, Utahime had seen quite the share of unbelievable things at sea, but living merfolk was surely a new one.
In fact, she wouldn’t have fully believed it without seeing, but there it was, right in front of her: an ethereally beautiful merman, with a deep blue tail, accents and eyes all to match. Gorgeous, curious, alluring and also deeply suspicious-- after all, the two who reported his arrival, to call it something, had put quite the emphasis on how he hadn’t offered the slightest shard of resistance upon being brought to deck.
And she doubted a being from straight up legend would want to simply pay them a visit; no, he must be up to something, and Utahime was actually itching to know what it was.
“Hi.” She greeted him, as her eyes ran him up and down as if some intel could be gathered that way. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“Oh, such a terrible sense of hospitality.” He replied, and she let out a brief scoff.
“Well, guests usually announce themselves before arriving.” Was her reply, shrugging. “Otherwise, they’re surprises at best and threats at worst.” After all, most of the unforeseen circumstances the ship and its crew tended to have to deal with were problems such as storms or attacks.
“I see.” The merman simply said, with an expression which didn’t exactly put her at ease; not yet, at least. “I’m Satoru, by the way.”
“Satoru.” She repeated, as if to memorize the way. “I’m Utahime.”
“Utahime!!!” Satoru repeated as well, him with a somewhat musical tone. One that didn’t sound bad, by the way. But that might as well be another reason to be wary, for merfolk were said to mainly possess amazing singing voices, and those were usually put to use in the task of luring sailors to their deaths… sure, it might be just a tale, but one was never too cautious. Utahime hadn’t made a name for herself and the crew’s trust by being reckless, that for sure. “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” It could be sarcasm, given the scar crossing her face, but didn’t seem like it-- especially with what came after. “And a beautiful voice on top of that.”
“My, thanks.” Utahime conceded, smiling politely but still making a point not to lower her guard.
“I heard you sing, y’know?” Just in case she wasn’t curious already, those words only increased it. “That’s why I’m here; I wanted to meet the human who sings even better than the average merfolk.”
“Gojo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing???” Utahime glares at him, the handheld showerhead positioned underneath her thighs to wash him out of her.
He frowned at that; stepping in and grabbing the showerhead from her hand, reattaching it to the wall and drawing the curtain closed without breaking eye contact once. He appraises her darkly, the same look as when he pressed her into the counter- his eyes demanding obedience. Compliance. Submission.
She swallows thickly, her eyes shifting to his equally if not thicker erection, and then back at him. “Gojo…” she starts, warily.
“I thought I could offer you a hand” he says with a cheshire grin, and before she could react he instantly has her back pressed against the wall, two fingers plunging deep inside her.
@nsfwgoutaweek2023 Day 4 "Dom/Sub"
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As Utahime recovers, she aggressively grabs his shirt, pulling him up towards her. “Inside me- right fucking now! ” Her tone desperate and threatening.
He’s painfully hard and wanted to oblige her more than anything; it took all his willpower to ask- “But a condom…?”
“FUCK the condom Gojo, just fuck me already!!!” She's shouting, her eyes wild.
He didn’t need to be told twice, immediately stripped himself of his shirt and pants and burying the entirety of him into her aching heat. He sucks in a sharp breath from the sweet ache- nearing painful- of sheer ecstasy of finally being fully encased within her hot, naked walls. He let out a strangled moan in appreciation; she had always felt so good, but her bare walls were utterly divine . He doesn’t know if he could ever go back, he wanted nothing more than to tear down every possible barrier between them- physically and metaphorically.
“Gojo, what the fuck are you waiting for??” Utahime demands harshly, wiggling her hips in a bid to get him to move.
Her voice snaps him back into reality; her tone feeding a desire to annoy, no, to torture her to her breaking point. His eyes fall on the water glass next to them. A smirk spreads across his face, reaching for it to take a deliberately long sip which successfully served to add to Utahime’s impatience.
“Come on, you fuck!!!” She whined angrily.
“Have patience Senpai. I’m still thirsty even after drinking from you.” He takes another languid sip before eyeing her darkly, his tone hardening. “You know, you’re looking a bit warm yourself …but I think I can help you out.”
With his other hand he presses her shoulder down so she's lying flat on the counter; the dark shift in his countenance makes all resistance melt from her body, leaving only willing obedience.
“Stay like this.” He commanded. She obeyed, her arms resting beside her head, offering the whole of her body to him.
“That’s a good Senpai…” he praised, as he tipped the glass above her, spilling a trickle of water along her chest as she gasped, allowing the liquid to soak the material so it clung to her breasts. The coldness immediately pebbled her nipples, standing at full attention from the temperature shift.
Satisfied, Gojo set the glass back down on the counter before lowering his head to suck on each of her clothed peaks, grazing his teeth on her nipples so they stood more prominently against the soaked material. From her breasts he moves to the valley between them, languidly dragging his tongue up the course of her scar, lapping up the excess water that had pooled there. She’s a mess of whimpers and mewls, involuntary clenching around him- much to his delight.
“Gojo…please…” she pleads breathily, her eyes glazed.
His cock pulsates at her plea, the look of desperate desire on her face, the neediness in her voice. He realizes this might be more torturous for him than her, rising back up to grip her thighs against his chest while withdrawing before sharply thrusting back in. She gasps again, her breasts snapping up and down at the force of his movements. With all his eyes he inescapably notices how the material of her robe slid a few millimeters down to the side.
He grins darkly; repeating his movements progressively with more force, delighting in the ebb and flow of her bosom, with each thrust gradually increasing in speed, teasing the promise of further exposing more and more flesh until finally- the culminating climatic release as her breasts burst free from the confines of her robe.
The hypnotic dance of her naked breasts bouncing up and down was so visicerally intoxicating, he couldn’t tear his eyes away as they swung and rolled freely due to his thrusts. Fuck- he knew he was done for- his control rapidly unraveling as an aching heat quickly flooded in his groin.
“Fuck- Utahime- I’m…I’m gonna cum…” he choked out, his rhythm bordering on frantic. His eyes searched hers for direction, permission, anything- he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Utahime bit back a moan, her orgasm also fastly cresting but she steeled herself at his words, resolved to get back at him for his teasing, her response is ground out through clenched teeth.
“Yeah?” Her voice is strained and breathy, “So what, you gonna cum inside me kouhai? Or cum on my fucking tits?”
If scientific proof was ever needed that spontaneous combustion was possible based on a few trigger words, then this was it. Gojo shouted as his climax erupted through him, his hips still manically plunging into her, drawing her own shuddering orgasm which left her gasping for breath as she arched her back at the sheer intensity of it. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, his lungs on fire.
They spent a few moments collecting their breath, basking in the afterglow before Gojo spoke. “You okay?” Gojo asked softly.
“Yeah…pass me that kitchen towel, will you?”
He obliged, pressing it to her core before withdrawing. She grimaced as she began to wipe herself.
She sighs. “Thanks for the full blown syphilis by the way. And the dozens of other diseases you’re riddled with.”
“SENPAI SO MEAN!” He lamented. “I’m clean, I swear! I’ve never not used protection, ever. You’re the first. I swear.”
“Sure you are. Well, at least you don’t have to worry about knocking me up, you're lucky I’ve been on birth control.” She replies over her shoulder as she waddles herself to the bathroom.
Gojo watches her go, biting his lip. Her words do something to him, awaken something primal, an unabating drive within him. His cock twitches, still hard and coated with himself and her slick. He decides he very much likes the idea of saturating her bare womb full of his seed, repeatedly, over and over again. He marches to the bathroom, the shower already running when he draws back the curtain with purpose.
“Gojo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing???” Utahime glares at him, the handheld showerhead positioned underneath her thighs to wash him out of her.
He frowned at that; stepping in and grabbing the showerhead from her hand, reattaching it to the wall and drawing the curtain closed without breaking eye contact once. He appraises her darkly, the same look as when he pressed her into the counter- his eyes demanding obedience. Compliance. Submission.
She swallows thickly, her eyes shifting to his very thick erection and back at him. “Gojo…” she starts, warily.
“I thought I could offer you a hand” he says with a cheshire grin, and before she could react he has her back pressed against the wall, two fingers plunging deep into her cunt, thumb viciously rubbing her clit. Utahime cried out from the shock of it all; the ambush, the intensity as he fucked her with his fingers, his heated gaze on her face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure.
“FUCK! Gojo, it's too much, it's too much!” she manages to gasp out, clutching and digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Oh yeah? It’s too much?” He swiftly twirls her around, facing her to the wall then ramming himself to the hilt in one fluid stroke as she cries out again. “How about that? Is that too much?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her.
Water sprays down their bodies as she howls like a beast in heat, face and arms pressed against the tiles as he fucks her savagely; one hand gripping her neck and the other steadying her hips- his cock electrified with a singular goal, hell-bent on completing its mission.
Fuck shes so sensitive, so fucking sensitive she doesn’t even try to keep herself at bay as she cums hard - trembling, choking. Gojo doesn’t let up, in fact, taking her with even more speed and force. The change up breaks up her howling into short, staccato noises, she coming again almost instantly followed by a hoarse shout from him, but still he’s relentless, triggering subsequent rolling orgasms due to her sensitivity- she couldn’t stop cumming, she couldnt even fucking breathe .
She’s dry heaving and choking for air when the orchestra of sounds from their brutal joining finally reaches a crescendo as a loud, throaty moan tears from Gojo’s throat, spurting deep within her- his body is not his own as he crushes her against the wall, sharply rutting up into her- cock determined to coat every last inch of her with his seed.
The bathroom air is heavy with steam; the coda only comprising of the soft sounds of the shower spray and panting breaths.
Gojo, resting his chin upon her head, is the first to come back into himself and break the silence.
“See, Senpai? I told you I’d make it worth your while” he murmurs contently into her ear.
Utahime, face still pressed against the tile, growls in response. “Fuck Gojo, I’m not your little cum dumpster. You can’t just bust your nut in me whenever you want.”
He chuckles into her hair. “Hmm…I think I have a great new pet name for you”
“Go fuck yourself Gojo! I’m serious, you fucked me raw.”
He pulls back from her instantly. “Did I hurt you?” The concern is plain on his face.
“No, no I’m good…real good, actually. Just…tired. I think the heat from the shower is making me lightheaded.”
Gojo nods, shutting off the shower and reaches for her towel and begins to dry her. He then wraps in it, lifting her bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom where he sets her down gently.
“Better? Can I make you some tea or something?” he asks as he strokes her hair tenderly.
She offers a small tired smile, her eyelids heavy. “No its okay…I think I just need to rest for a bit”
Her eyes are already closed when he maneuvers himself to her side, on top of the covers. He figured he’d air dry as he pulled her close, spooning her. She murmured softly, settling into his chest contently. He listened to her deep breaths, the sounds soothing him as he struggled to recall the last time he had felt this happy.
He could not.
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gahh these prompts are too on point i cant resist sharing 😅 more smut here 😇
I got 3 WIPS I hope to publish next week (or prolly get it done throughout the rest of the year LOL) and to keep myself motivated here’s a lil poll that I made. MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!
Which are of my gjhm week WIPS are you most intrigued 👀?
Violinist Utahime accidentally meets Japanese Host Gojo at a bar (romcom au)
Shinigami Utahime is having a hard time exorcising Soul Gojo (Bleach AU)
Utahime’s reaction of Gojo’s death (last chap for my angsty gjhm fic)
Voting ended onJul 19, 2024
snippets of each fic under the cut
Violinist Utahime accidentally meets Japanese Host Gojo at a bar (romcom au)
Shinigami Utahime is having a hard time exorcising Soul Gojo (Bleach AU) - this has been on my gjhm week wips since last year omg
Utahime’s reaction of Gojo’s death (last chap for my angsty gjhm fic) - set before/during Gojo vs Sukuna fight
