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Overboard — Drag Me Down

pairing .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — shark-hybrid!Gojo x fem!reader

cw .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — NSFW, 18+ MDNI—non canon universe, explicit sexual content, explicit language, angst and fluff and smut, near death experience (drowning), slight dub-con, bloodplay and drinking (Gojo’s a biter), manhandling, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected piv sex, rough sex, double stuffed (Gojo with 2 dicks), size difference, breeding kink, belly bulge, Gojo is a virgin and clueless, plot got thrown off the boat too so here’s p0rn, protective yandere Gojo, Gojo has a shark tail and really sharp teeth and he’s kind of feral in the literal sense!! (also very sweet and kinda innocent and horrendously down bad) don't worry, he's not going to eat you!! (he kinda wants to tho) reader is a freak and into it

summary .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — getting thrown overboard into the pacific ocean turns into the discovery of a new species? you know nothing about your savior, but he sure knows about you, and seems a little too interested. he looks human enough, if you don't count the tail. or the teeth.

a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — sharkjo was a (fever) dream that I had to get out so happy kinktober to the monster-fuckers. art in the banner by @/PrommieA on X, divider creds to @/bbyg4rlhelps and @/cafekitsune w/c .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — 10.2k

It was great money. The pay made the risk worth it.

That’s what you told yourself to justify taking a job on a ship hauling up crab the size of your co-workers—most of them being full grown men.

Sure, it was dangerous and people died or got seriously injured on the boats, but that wouldn’t happen to you. You’re careful, cautious, you wouldn’t be doing stupid shit like hanging off the edge to monitor the traps while someone else worked the controls.

No, you’d be on deck somewhere in the center where the waves sprayed but didn’t fully soak. You’d be clear of the traps when they opened and out of the way of those enormous leg spans on the spiky nightmare fuel alaskan king crabs dumped into the holding tanks.

You’d be fine. You’d make it back home with your bank account fattened up enough that you wouldn’t need to even think about working for at least another full year. You’d invest most of it, use some to travel—somewhere tropical and warm where the water didn’t sting your face with how freezing it was. You’d help out your family, maybe spoil your mom and your siblings a little.

What a joke.

Of course, a fucking wave the size of a condo building decided to come in and flash a colossal middle finger at you, and throw you the fuck overboard.

You lurched when it hit, flailing for balance before slamming into the deck. The impact of your head hitting steel made your vision swim, black blotches bursting across and darkening the already gloomy scene around you. The wave didn’t give you a moment to snap back to reality and let instinct make you grab onto something before it tipped the boat hard and sent you rolling across the deck.

You threw your hands out to latch onto something, anything, and you did. You caught the edge of the boat with a clammy hand and felt your shoulder pop as you gripped the side. But everything was wet. Too wet.

The boat jolted like it wanted to shake you loose and your numb fingers just slipped.

Into the ocean you went.

Holy shit, that water was so fucking cold.

You knew it was freezing, you'd gone through the training before starting work on the boat and had been submerged in the sub zero temps. The people running things needed to make sure you wouldn't clam up and drown instantly. It was awful, but it was manageable. You treaded water for the necessary time, teeth chattering away and that was that. You got out and blocked out the memory of being so cold your bones hurt.

The difference between training and real life? You had been prepared to be dunked in that ice water. Being thrown into the northern pacific ocean was a shock in more ways than you could count.

The water flooded your gear instantly, travelling up through every opening to envelop your entire body.

It was like a vice. Crushing the air from your lungs as you slipped under the surface. It stole thought from your brain, movement from your body.

Your entire body tensed and froze up and you couldnt even think of anything but how fucking painful the cold was.

It took everything in you to jolt your arms in an attempt to swim up. Nothing would listen properly, but the gasp of air you sucked in just before going under wasn’t going to last, not with how the water around you was crushing in.

It was dark, the kind of darkness that stole light before the hope of it could reach you. A mere speck of a star twinkled below you and you knew you had to be upside down. Frantically, a last ditch effort to live, to not suffocate and die and fucking drown in the ocean, alone, you kicked out.

You couldn’t even really feel the motions your body made, but you were somehow moving. Towards that light, which had to be the spotlight from the boat, it had to be. There was no other option, you had to make it back to the surface.

You wouldn’t die here. You couldn’t die here.

But the trickle of oxygen still in your lungs was running out and they were burning. Your whole body was starting to burn, fire coursing through your veins like streams of magma, but you didn’t stop. The light got closer, but no brighter, it stayed blurry and small and just out of reach and you threw an arm out in desperation as something else bright flickered ahead.

Maybe someone would see you, grab you, save you.

Please, god? Don’t let me die here.

It was the last thing that passed through your mind, synapses firing off and exploding, refusing to believe that this was actually happening. The oxygen keeping your brain barely afloat ran out, and the spots flickering at the corners of your vision overtook it all. The light you couldn’t make it to went out and you tasted salt as control of your body slipped away.

Something wrapped around your waist, and you hoped it was a rope or a line or something to pull you up. But you didn’t get to verify that because consciousness slipped away as it tugged.

You just hoped you’d wake up again.

Your eyes cracked open, and just that was exhausting. Miraculously, you could feel your body again. But maybe that wasn’t such a good thing because it ached, like you’d been using every muscle at full capacity. It was as if you’d been wrung out like a wet towel.

Could you move?

Your fingers twitched.

Okay. Good. Maybe… open your eyes?

Slowly, they cracked open bit by bit. They still stung from salty sea water and you blinked a few times, the blurry darkness surrounding you starting to sharpen and come into focus.

An exhausted and pained noise slipped out as you shifted a little more, feeling something soft and cool under your head.

“Oh, are you awake?” A voice chirped from somewhere just out of your line of sight and you immediately felt relief.

Oh thank god. Someone pulled me out, someone saved me.

But where the hell were you? Not on the boat, there was a ceiling high above but it wasn’t the one you recognized in the cabin. It was made of… stone? Had you washed up somewhere?

You tried to speak, but your voice was hoarse and you started coughing as soon as the first syllable of yes came out. Tasting salt from the sea water you swallowed, you turned your head to keep from swallowing it again and saw the person who had spoken.

It took a while to process what exactly you were looking at.

First thing you noticed was that he was quite good looking. Not in a typically handsome way, but in a way that was shocking. He looked like he belonged in the arctic with icy azure eyes, wide and looking you over. Locks of wet pale hair, bright white like fresh snow fell into his impossibly blue eyes. His skin was so pale it almost matched his hair, just with a slightly more pinkish undertone.

As you registered your surroundings more, things started to make less and less sense.

You were in a cave of some kind, surrounded by dark and damp stone. Your head propped on some seaweed with you laid out on the perimeter of smooth rock that looped a large pool of water in the middle. There was no mouth to the cave, just the inky water in the middle that the pale man was submerged in.

He was sitting in the water, so casually like it was a bath or a pool or anything but the pacific ocean. His arms were bare, in fact, every part of him you could see—which was quite a bit—was completely uncovered. Muscled arms crossed and leaning on the cold, wet stone with his chin propped. He cocked his head at you.

“Wh-where am-m I?” Was the first question you asked him, starting to attempt to sit up. You got about six inches off the ground, lifting up with shaky arms before they gave out and you rolled onto your side a bit, coughing again.

“Hmm, I guess it’s like… my home?” He offered. You frowned.

His home?

“You’re shaking, why?” He breezed right past the whole he lives in a cave with no entrance or exit thing like it was normal.

“Oh, um… yeah, it-it’s co-cold in h-here.” Your teeth chattered. Cold was an understatement. With feeling returning to your body, you were fucking freezing.

“Oh, I see.” He nodded slowly, assessing you with eyes that cataloged every shift and shiver.

“Y-yeah, um, are-are there an-ny other p-p-peop-ple ar-round?” You barely got the question out with a stammer. You sounded terrible, how fast did it take hypothermia to set in? You didn't feel warm yet at least, which was the real sign of danger. How long had you been here?

“Other p-p-people?” He cocked his head again and the way he stuttered the word out would probably feel like he was mocking you. But he seemed so genuine, like he was actually confused that you nodded.

“Y-yeah, h-hum-mans?”

“Oh!” He shot up, face lit up with recognition. “Humans, like you, right?”

“L-like m-me?” What the fuck did that mean?

“Yeah, I know lots about humans,” He said proudly, sending another wave of confusion through you. “I found a box with pictures of humans in it that look just like you! They fell off one of those little moving islands into the water too and it showed what to do, so I brought you here.”

Your brain wracked, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Which was already a difficult feat considering your teeth were clenched and chattering so hard they might shatter and you felt exhaustion so deep your bones were tired.

A box? With pictures of humans that look like you? What the fuck was he talking about? And where the fuck did he take you? His home, but where exactly was home to this… person?

You weren’t so sure of that now, not with the way he was talking.

“Oh, d-do you m-mean a fi-first aid ki-kit?” You asked, hope in your shaky voice.

He shrugged, “Maybe, I can show you?” You nodded quickly. If it was a first aid kit, there might be an emergency foil blanket inside. He pushed off the ledge and swam across to the other side of the water and that's when you saw it.

A flick of a light colored fin behind him in the water.

It was only a split second that you saw it and maybe to keep your mind from breaking fully, you disregarded it. It was probably just a fish.

He dug around in a pile of what looked like seaweed, pulling out a few random objects and moving a large rock out of his way easily. Your mind started to question things even more, but you pushed it aside. You were alive, and it was thanks to him, you’d accept whatever this was and be grateful you weren’t dead.

Scrutiny and potential panic could wait until you weren’t worried about dying of hypothermia.

“Aha! Got it!” He called back triumphantly and held up a bright orange plastic box about the size of a toaster and relief washed over you at the sight. Definitely a first aid kit.

He swam back to you quickly, keeping the kit above water and held it out to you. You tried to sit up again and reached out, your hand shaking uncontrollably.

“You need to be warm, right?” He asked as your fumbling fingers closed around the box and you nodded.

“Mhm,” You pried at the clips on the box, your fingers numb and weak, it was practically useless.

“I can help if you want?” You figured he was talking about the kit, so you nodded again and held the box out only for him to flatten his palms on the ledge, and hoist the rest of his body out of the water.

What the hell had you been expecting?

You’re not really sure. But as he twisted to sit on the ledge and cold fingers wrapped around your outstretched wrist, you gawked at the lower half of his body.

A fucking tail.

Maybe you did die.

He pulled you over to him, and a startled noise strangled its way up your throat. “Wh-what are y-you do—”

“Is this your skin?” He asked as he pulled you to sit on his lap, the box fell from your weak grasp. Too much was happening all at once.

What the hell was he?

You knew stories of mer-people, human hybrids with fish tails that lived underwater in lost, whimsical places like Atlantis or some shit. But it was a fairy tale, fantastical bullshit that Disney capitalized on and fed to kids to sell theatre seats.

This… guy? Mer-man? Whatever the fuck he was, he was real. And he looked nothing like the half-fish half-human ones you’d seen in movies.

Sure, he was human from his hips up, but everything below that looked like a shark. Just like a great white.

He had a stark white underbelly, the back an icy light blue and speckled down his sides. He had all those little fins along his underside that sharks have and the large fin at the end that flicked side to side in the water was sharp and vertical.

“I-I do-don’t… wh-what?” You barely registered his question as he pulled at your bright orange rain gear. The first aid kit was in his hand, did he catch it?

“This,” He tugged at your sleeve as you sat practically paralyzed and shivering in his lap. “Is this your skin? Seems kind of loose, are you sick or something?”

“No—we-well, um, ki-kind of?” You looked up at his face as he studied your jacket. He looked so human, bigger than a normal person but still. If you disregarded everything below you, you could convince yourself this was just a really hot, naked castaway that rescued you. Maybe that would keep your mind from shattering into oblivion. “I’m ju-just co-cold and it’s a ja-jacket.”

“A ja-jacket?” He asked, looking you in the eye again. His light eyes wide and sincere and filled with curiosity. You nodded and he hummed, like he was thinking it over. He let your jacket go and popped the clasps on the kit open to sift through the contents.

“Aha! See, they look just like you.” He pulled a soggy booklet out and gingerly peeled the cover back. Something glowed bright overhead, illuminating the pages with soft white light. You looked up at the source to see a lure protruding from his head and lit up at the end.

You blinked and turned away again.

It wasn’t the weirdest part of him, and at least it was helpful.

It was a CPR guide, the diagrams showed drawings of people in the same bright orange gear having chest compressions and mouth to mouth done on them.

Had he… given you mouth to mouth?

“D-did you… do th-this?” You slowly pointed at the diagram and he nodded eagerly, the lure bouncing a little.

“Mhm! You spat up a bunch of water after.” He smiled at you, lips pulling back to reveal brilliantly white and razor sharp teeth. “You taste nice.”

Your heart kicked at your ribcage. He had a shark tail, of course he’d have a mouth full of shark teeth too. He saved you, but maybe that was just to keep you alive for… something else.

“Are-are you…” You swallowed, breath catching as you struggled with the words. “A-are you going t-to… eat m-me?” It came out barely more than a whisper but he heard you, and he shook his head instantly.

“No! No, no, I won't eat you! You’re the first human who’s survived that I saved, I want to keep you.” He smiled again, showing his mouthful of the sharpest teeth you’ve ever been face to face with. It was probably meant to ease your worry, but the reassurance sent a wave of horror through you and your shivering worsened.

The first that’s survived?

He wants to… keep you? Okay, well at least he’s not eating you.

His lure dimmed, the light going out and he put the booklet back in the box. “Right, I need to warm you up, hmm.” He hummed thoughtfully, closing up the kit.

“Wait!” You blurted, grabbing his arm before he put the kit down. “Th-there’s a bl-blanket in th-there. I n-need it." The moment you said you needed it, his lure lit up again and he opened the kit, putting it in front of you to root through.

You fumbled through the contents until you saw the light glint off of shiny foil and you grabbed the packet. “Thi-is is it, c-can you, um, o-open it?” You held up the package and he nodded eagerly again, closing up the kit and putting it aside.

He took it from you and tore it open easily, his razor-like teeth cutting through the plastic like it was nothing.

The sight made you shiver hard again, but not fully out of fear or cold.

He was built like an arctic predator, all teeth and muscle and fins made for speed. For hunting. But he was being so gentle with you, helping you, saving you.

Maybe you could disregard the fact that shark boy said he wanted to keep you and just let him try to take care of you. It wasn’t so bad.

“What’s that for?” He asked, handing you the open package and you pulled the sheet of foil out, stuffing the plastic wrapper in your jacket pocket—even in an emergency, you wouldn’t be the type to litter.

“It’s to k-keep bo-body heat in. Helps you w-warm up fa-faster.” You explained, shaking out the blanket. He hummed thoughtfully and you paused.

You’d need to take your jacket off. Actually, all your clothes were still soaked and practically frozen to you. You’d need to shed everything for the blanket to work properly.

“What’s wrong?” Shark boy tilted his head at you and you glanced quickly at him.

He was practically naked, he probably wouldn’t think anything of you stripping down, right?

Now that you think of it, you didn’t see anything where a guy would usually have… something. You didn’t know enough about shark anatomy to assume anything though.

“I-I need to, um, ta-take this off.” You tugged the sopping wet jacket away from your body. With a breath, you started on the buttons at the front. Your hands shook horribly though and you couldn't even get the first one open.

“Can I try?” Shark-boy asked innocently, like a kid asking to try a new toy. You glanced up at him again, his mouth was closed, smiling at you with wide eager eyes. He really just seemed fascinated by you and everything you did.

It was kind of… endearing. You almost felt a little special with all of the attention.

“Um… o-okay.” You dropped your hands away and let him take over. He undid the buttons down the front easily but the zipper seemed to perplex him a little. He tugged it away from your chest to no luck and paused. “P-pull it d-down.” You instructed and he did as you said, humming with delight as he unzipped your jacket.

He peeled it down and off your arms, studying the bright orange PVC layer like it was one of the most fascinating things he’d ever seen. You started on the next layers, a thick hoodie and a thermal shirt and leggings under the matching PVC overalls.

“So what does it do—” Shark boy cut himself off as you shrugged off the straps on your overalls. “There’s more?”

“Mhm,”

“I’ll do it.” He said confidently, like he was an expert after taking your jacket off. You nodded and he pulled your overalls off, tugging each leg off as nicely as he could.

Your hoodie seemed to stump him a bit and shark boy pulled at the bottom, then the sleeves, then the front, grabbing a handful of boob unknowingly.

You squeaked, “W-wait! Ju-just—”

“Can I rip it?” He interrupted and you froze.

Why did that kind of… turn you on? Oh god, was there something wrong with you? You’re in a life or death situation with a shark-person, and you’re getting hot at the thought of him tearing your clothes off?

It should be a no, right? You’d probably need the layers for when you returned to the outside world.

It would be a when, right?

Well… he did say he wanted to keep you.

“Um, I-I guess so,” You conceded and with that, he gripped the collar with both broad hands and tore your hoodie open so easily it was like it had been made of paper instead of tightly woven fabric.

Oh god. Yeah… it was hot.

If you weren’t close to succumbing to hypothermia and shivering your ass off even harder being exposed to the air with just the wet thermal layer clinging to you, you’d be heating up.

“Oh, huh,” Shark boy hummed, pulling the bisected hoodie down your arms. “You’re much smaller under all that stuff.”

“Mhm,” You squeaked again, glancing up at shark boy. His lure was still lit up and illuminating his face.

He really was quite good looking.

“So, um, are you al-lone h-here?” You asked, rubbing your arms and he nodded wistfully. “Oh, I'm s-sorry.”

“It's okay,” He shrugged, his big hands gripped your biceps and he smiled at you. “I'm not alone anymore.”

“Right,” You winced. You'd deal with that later. For now, you needed to get the soggy last layer off and do your best to warm up under the foil blanket.

“Right.” He agreed, looking content. “This one too?” He pulled at the sleeves of your thermal shirt and you nodded once.

He wasted absolutely no time, ripping the shirt clean open and you gasped as cool damp air met your cold, bare skin.

“Oh.” He paused.

What a day to have skipped wearing a bra.

“You're a female, right?” He asked, excitement underlying but undeniable. You glanced up at him again, still sitting on his lap—on his smooth shark tail and against whatever instinct that told you saying yes might end up with you compromised, you nodded.

He lit up instantly. “Oh wow, I've never met a female before.”

It probably should have made you feel panicked, scared. Made you want to run or at least distance yourself from this shark guy. But as he looked at you with awe and excitement, pulling you a little closer to his broad and insanely toned chest, you more just empathized with him.

“Never?” You asked as he slipped your shirt down your arms, leaving you bare from the waist up. Your nipples hard already with the freezing cold, but it felt like they perked a little more under his gaze. He shook his head slowly and the lure on his head seemed to glow a little brighter as he looked you over.

Shark boy was alone here, never met a female before. Was he a virgin? Was that even a thing with his kind?

What even was his kind?

Cold fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings. He seemed a little more uncertain about them and when he peeled them away from your skin experimentally and let go, a loud and wet slap echoed through the cave that he chuckled at.

You jolted a little from the slap. “H-hey.” You said firmly and grabbed his arm again, his skin cool and smooth under your hand.

"Oops." He met your eyes again and grinned. It was boyish and cheeky, his expression dripping mischief like he'd found some fun new toy. It would have been disarming if not for the glimpse of razor teeth he flashed your way. "These too, right?”

“Mhm,” You hummed quietly and he almost… smirked?

Again, what had you been expecting?

Of course he ripped them right down the seam and left you completely bare. The cool air hit and you realized he even caught your underwear.

He paused again, hands hovering over your thighs with the scraps of your leggings bunched in them. You could feel his eyes on your body as you shivered, starting to squirm with the sting of cold, humid air on your skin.

“I n-need the bla-anket. P-please.” You added for politeness’ sake. Though, maybe manners were the least of your worries at the moment.

It seemed to snap shark boy from the moment and he jumped to action once more. He leaned and grabbed the foil blanket, and handed it to you.

“Tha-thank you,” You smiled at him and wrapped it around your shoulders. You left it draped over you and shimmied the remainder of your pants down, peeling them down your legs and off your feet along with your sodden socks.

Your boots had disappeared at some point while you were unconscious. They were always a bit too big but it allowed you to wear extra thick socks under so you didn't mind.

Naked and shivering hard, you wrapped the blanket tight around yourself, the material crinkling loudly and cutting through the quiet in the cave with every shift.

Shark boy—you probably should get his name, if he has one—pulled you closer to his body and wrapped his arms around you. He wasn't warm, but it still felt… nice. Safe.

He had saved you.

Maybe you'd look past the whole keeping you here comment for now and just lean into him.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, his voice lower like he didn't want to disrupt whatever peace had fallen over you both.

“Mhm,” You hummed, letting your head rest back on his shoulder. He had a heart where you'd usually find it in humans, and you could feel it thumping steadily against your back. “Wh-whats your n-name?”

“Name?” He chirped above you and you nodded.

“Yeah, wh-what do I ca-call you?” You figured an introduction was due if you were going to be sitting naked on his lap.

He hummed thoughtfully, sending the vibration of it into your back. “Hmm… you can call me… ah, right! Gojo. Yeah, call me Gojo.” He pressed his cheek to your head affectionately, arms tightening a little around you.

“Gojo, I li-like that. It’s n-nice.”

“I like you.” His tail flicked in the water, splashing a little and you thought his lure might have flickered above you. “You're nice, and warm. What's your name?”

“Th-thank you, Gojo,” You told him and he nuzzled your head, echoing your name slowly like he was savoring each syllable. Committing it to memory.

“I like that a lot, it sounds nice.” Gojo said it again and if you weren’t half frozen still you might have blushed with the fervour in his voice.

“You should go to sleep, I know that's important for humans.” He said, confidently again like he was boasting his knowledge. You guessed he didn't get much opportunity to talk about it, or anything really. What with him being alone.

“Don’t worry, I'll keep you safe.”

You looked up at him again, he smiled, just a peek of sharp teeth visible.

With those things, you had no doubt he'd be able to keep you safe. You also had no doubt he could probably kill you before you could blink, but you were choosing not to think about that.

Returning his gesture with one of your own, you brought your knees up to your chest and let your cheek rest against his shoulder again, letting your eyes slide shut. Gojo wrapped his arms fully around you and squeezed, his lure dimming to leave you in muted darkness again.

It was reassuring, and even though you could definitely tell Gojo wasn't fully human even with your eyes closed, it still felt nice.

Going from being thrown off a boat and almost drowning to whatever this was with a shark-human hybrid whatever the hell Gojo was, felt a little too easy. Maybe you got brain damage from lack of oxygen.

That really sounds like a problem for the you that wasn’t succumbing to hypothermia though.

When you woke again, you felt significantly better than when you'd fallen asleep.

You were still a little cold, but the shivering had subsided and you could actually feel your fingers again.

The blanket crinkled as you shifted and blinked your eyes open.

“You're awake!” A voice chirped above you.

Oh, right.

You looked up at Gojo, blinking sleep from your eyes. He was bright even in the darkness of the cave. His eyes, his smile, his hair, his skin. It all seemed to glimmer with a faint flickering illumination of the water dancing across his handsome features.

“Mhm,” You took a moment to really look at him. You'd been so out of it and so overwhelmed that you hadn't really processed him fully.

His lure was lit, but barely. Just a faint glow almost like a nightlight that cast shadows over his face. Pretty, pale lashes flicked and brushed his high cheekbones when he blinked.

“Do you feel better?” Gojo rubbed your arms over the foil blanket, the sound of it shrill. You nodded quickly.

“Yes, yeah, much better.”

“Oh, you sound different.” He observed, head cocking to the side. His lure bobbing with the motion in a way that you couldn't help but think was so cute. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“Mhm, really. Thank you, Gojo. You... you saved my life.” You supposed a little flattery wouldn’t hurt your situation. And boy, were you right.

“Yeah, I did, didn't I?” His chest almost seemed to puff up a little, chin lifting and a quiet splash came from the water as his tail flicked. You guessed that was kind of a subconscious thing.

You nodded and shifted a little, turning to the side so you could look at him properly.

“I've always wanted to talk to a human, but none of them ever made it.” There it was again, no survivors. Had he done this with others? Tried to save them? “Can I ask you some questions?” He sounded eager, excited at the potential.

“Of course,” You supposed it was probably the least you could do considering he had saved your life.

Immediately, he started to shoot off questions. Some piggybacked off the one previous but most made it clear that he'd been wanting this for a long time and had quite a bit of time to think about the day he'd finally get to speak to a person.

Why did humans put scraps of stuff on their bodies? Clothes.

What was the weird shuffling humans did with each other? Dancing.

What was with the odd compilation of noises that humans did the dancing to? Music.

And so on. You learned a little about Gojo as well while he rattled off an almost infinite amount of prose.

The knowledge he did have about society and people was mostly from things he’d found in shipwrecks along the ocean floor.

He showed you some of the stuff he’d found and asked some questions about them. Like the compass, glass cracked and the needle stuck on north, a wristwatch, also stopped, the hands stuck at 5:17, a rotary telephone with the two handheld pieces. He had an interesting looking sword, two pronged and asymmetrical with jagged blades and a broken chain clipped to the hilt, pulled from a trench far from where the cave was.

Some more modern items were thrown in too, a laptop that almost snapped when you tried to open it. What looked like a depth sounder, spiderweb cracks spread across the screen. A couple of cell phones that were likely from over a decade ago and might even come back to life with a rice bath and a fresh battery.

Some things you guess he picked up because they were just pretty. A necklace with a fat red gem, bracelets that glittered despite the layer of dirt and grime. Rings that had probably once meant promises of forever to people that probably weren't around anymore.

You wondered if he pulled any of it off of bodies stuck in those ships.

You didn't ask.

You learned that Gojo can survive out of water, with the partial human anatomy he can at least breathe out of water, the three raised lines on either side of his obliques were where his gills were closed off while he was out. It was why he didn't die with you sleeping on his lap for hours—but he does need to stay wet, his tail especially.

He went between sitting next to you on the ledge, to sitting you on his lap so you were off the cold ground, and swimming around to grab stuff.

Watching him go back and forth, grabbing items from the other side of the cave, you noticed that he was quite nimble. His huge tail was flexible and strong, Gojo went back and forth carrying items, covering the distance quickly without ever using his arms.

You couldn't help yourself. You asked if you could touch it.

When would you ever get an opportunity to touch a shark and not get your hand bitten off?

He agreed quickly and wasted no time asking the same of you, you guessed that was fair enough.

His tail was cool to touch, just like the rest of him, and what seemed like his bright white underbelly was impossibly soft. So smooth it felt like touching velvet, the other icy blue side felt similar, just a little rougher.

Gojo’s fin flicked a few times as you ran your hand along his tail, splashing in the water and the smaller fins down his sides by his hips and where you thought his knees would probably be twitched when you grazed them.

The first thing he touched were your feet when you sat on his lap again. You laughed and fought from kicking as he poked and prodded. He was quite intrigued by your legs in general but when you wiggled your toes for him he breathed a “Whoa.” Absolutely fascinated by your anatomy.

It was still kind of funny even when he lifted and pulled your legs apart. He just seemed curious as he did it, like the differences between you two were the most interesting thing in the world. You wondered again as he tilted his head lower and peered between your spread legs, if he even had the right parts to do anything.

Gojo’s head snapped back up, his lure bobbed as he met your eyes again.

“Can I taste you again?” He asked earnestly.

“What?” You blinked, closing your legs.

“Like in the picture?” He said, like it was obvious. “It was nice, I liked it a lot.”

“Oh.” You swallowed hard, it was one thing for him to give you mouth to mouth to save your life, but this was kissing. Was that ethical?

You're sitting here with a mythical shark-person, where did ethics fit into a situation like this? If Gojo wanted to kiss you, you guessed you weren't really opposed to that.

“Um, I-I guess so? Sure.”

You weren’t sure what he would taste like, a part of you really hoped it wouldn't be like fish. He didn't stink, he mostly just smelled like salt. Something a little sweet underlying.

It was uncoordinated and a little off the mark as his cool mouth pressed to yours. He did not taste like fish, thank fucking god. He tasted almost just like he smelled, salt and something a little sweet in the saliva he exchanged with you.

He didn't really know what he was doing, just putting his mouth on yours. You laughed when he puffed his cheeks and blew a gust of air into your mouth, telling him he didn’t need to do that this time.

“Oh. Okay, let me try again.” He demanded redemption and you lifted your face to him again. Gojo put his lips to yours, and stilled. You fought the urge to laugh again. You didn't really see the harm in taking the lead and showing him how to kiss properly. If you were going to do this, it may as well be good.

Your lips parted a little and you tilted your head slightly, a hand coming up to touch the side of his face gently.

Gojo seemed stunned for a moment, like the fact that there was more to this than just putting your mouths together was enough to make him freeze. But he caught on quickly and followed your movements. His fingers thread through your hair, careful to not tangle the knots already there even more.

Your tongue met his and he made a small, excited noise that melted into a moan.

You almost forgot that this wasn't just a guy you were kissing.

But as your lower lip caught in his mouth, you were reminded of that mouthful of shark teeth as one sliced into your lip.

“Mm!” You pulled back, a hand flew up to your face and pressed to the fresh cut, pulling away to see bright red smeared on your fingers. “Ouch, ooh, careful with those things.” You jabbed jokingly with a light chuckle, sucking on your lip and tasting warm metal as you glanced back up at Gojo.

A smear of your blood was still on his lip and as his tongue came out to swipe over it, his lashes fluttered and he groaned.

“You… taste so good.”

You gulped. Oh god.

How could you possibly forget?

Gojo is a fucking shark.

Now that he's tasted your blood, would he change his mind about eating you? You didn't have the guts to ask what he ate, but you knew it probably wasn't anything that didn’t bleed and have a heartbeat at some point.

“You look scared,” He pointed out, a crease forming in his brow but the curve to his lips didn't falter. “You don’t need to worry, I won't bite you… not very hard.”

He brought his face closer to yours again, the light on his lure was definitely flickering now. He sniffed, and the water splashed as his tail flicked around in excitement.

“Mm, I like you so much. You're my favorite.”

You swallowed hard, leaning back just a little. “Oh?”

“Mhm, I want more. Do you taste like that everywhere?”

You weren't about to die of hypothermia anymore, and you were a little ashamed to admit that the question sent a wave of warmth pooling deep in your gut. A quiet breath like a sigh left your lips and you shifted again, pulling back a bit more to put distance between you as you thought on what to say to something like that.

But Gojo caught you, hands on your arms. The foil crinkling loudly under his grip as he held you in place under the weight of his bright blue gaze.

“You mean like… blood?” You breathed the word out, barely louder than a whisper and he smiled again.

“That too,” He chuckled, like watching you try to follow him where he was leading you was the most entertaining thing he'd done in a while. Like you were the most entertaining thing he'd encountered in a while. One hand glided down to your hip, his eyes following the motion. “Can I try? You smell really good too.”

Ah.

Well, of course he could smell your dripping sex. What else couldn't he do?

Your thighs pressed together at the idea of him tasting you. Thanks to that mouthful of razor teeth that had already cut you once, you were uncertain. Gojo seemed to sense it, splaying a hand over your thigh.

“I won't hurt you,” He squeezed once and you looked from his hand, back to his face. “I promise.”

Shit. Maybe you did lose some braincells. You could blame it on that.

Gojo saved your life after all, he likes you. He wouldn't literally eat you.

…Right?

“Yeah, okay,” You nodded slowly. “Just, be careful with the tee—agh!”

You didn't even get out the full sentence before he had you flipped around, practically upside down. You threw your arms out to balance as your legs hooked over Gojo’s shoulders. One hand wrapped around a thigh and the other curled over and prodded at your cunt.

“Mm! Oh my—what are you doing?” You gasped, clenching around his head. It felt like he was looking for something.

“Shouldn't there be a hole?” He asked quizzically, dragging a finger through your slit and rubbing around. “I don't think it works without one.”

“What? What does that me-ean?!” You squeaked as his exploratory finger found what he was looking for and he hummed with delight.

“Ah, good! Oh wow, it's so slippery, is that normal?” His thick finger pushed in deeper, prodding your walls like he was just… feeling around. Getting familiar with your cunt.

“Um—mmm… fuck, ye-yes?” How did you end up here?

“Huh,” Was all he said. He withdrew his hand, leaving you empty, and licked a long stripe up your cunt.

You had to give it to Gojo, he was quite observant. He took note of how you jerked when he flicked over your clit, and did it again. Watching how you gasped and arched a little.

“I like that noise,” His lips closed around your clit, “Mnnh!” He mimicked you, sending the vibration of the noise into you and you did it again, a hand threading into his soft, damp hair. He grinned and you felt his teeth against you.

“Ca-careful, remember, Gojo?” You reminded him, securing your grip in his hair just in case, mindful of the base of his lure hidden. Not sure how he felt about it being touched.

“I know, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“N-no, it doesn’t,”

“See? I won't hurt you, I know what I'm doing.” Gojo reassured, planting a wet, messy kiss on your clit with an audible smack!

“Mhm,” You hummed.

You seriously doubted that.

Regardless of it, he figured out what he was doing quickly. He held your pelvis up and your legs wide open to him easily, your shoulders slumped on his smooth tail. You were completely at his mercy like that, and it only made the situation hotter.

Paying the most attention to your clit with little sucks, grazing so lightly with those teeth that threatened to cut you open, but didn't. Each time you felt them you tightened your hand in his hair, yelping the first few times he did it in surprise just for him to wink at you.

How did he even know how or why to do that?

He explored every bit of your cunt with sloppy licks, slurping at your arousal and humming at the taste.

“Mnnh!” You threw your head back, eyes fluttering shut as he tongued and teased your hole. Lapping and pointing his tongue sharply to push deep inside, he hummed into you as he discovered the source of your slick.

He pulled his mouth off you, nipping lightly at your inner thigh. You startled at it, but didn't pull him off. Legs were fine, you guessed.

“Keep doing that. And say my name again, I liked that.” He practically purred his requests to you, a light sting starting in your thigh with his teeth just barely breaking skin. “Can I bite? Just a little?”

This was all brand fucking new to you, but you had at least some experience. Gojo was just doing all of this for the first time, just figuring out what he liked.

You guessed you kind of owed it to him to help him work all that out.

You took a deep breath, “Ju-just a little one, please be careful, Gojo.” He nodded, those god damn teeth peeking out with his lips parted a little.

He looked you over, trying to decide where best to sink his jaws into you. He sniffed close to your skin again and tapped your hip with two fingers. “Here?”

“Mhm,”

You knew it would probably be somewhat painful, but nothing would prepare you for the sensation of those teeth slicing into you. Tearing open skin and sinking into your flesh. It was white hot, and flooded your entire system like electricity.

A scream tore from your throat, and melted into a guttural moan.

It wasn't entirely painful, you realized.

Gojo moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his tongue ran over the blood streaming from the countless little wounds. That felt better than you would have expected.

“Mnnh… ohh my god, Gojo!” You cried his name out, just as he asked and he reacted instantly. He sucked at the bite, pulling the flow of your blood into his mouth and he shuddered. Swallowing the mouthful with a whimper, his hands shaking and gripping your legs hard.

You shook again, shivers shaking through your whole body. Your skin was alight and felt like pure ecstasy as he sucked hard one more time before releasing the bite, pulling those teeth from you.

“Wow,” Gojo sounded almost high, his voice somehow low and gravely while far off and dreamy.

Maybe that was just you.

His tongue dragged over the bite slowly, collecting the crimson leaking from the fresh wounds there. You dared a glance at Gojo, and he looked just as carnal as you expected. No, more than you were expecting.

His impossibly blue eyes were glazed, he stared somehow at and through you. His features slack and a lazy half smile curling his stained mouth.

He looked so satisfied as he licked his full lips, catching the blood smeared on his mouth and trickling down his chin. Like a predator finishing a meal, you supposed that was kind of what you were looking at.

It felt more intimate than when his tongue was buried in your cunt. The trust of having an apex predator like him, teeth sunk into your flesh and praying he didn’t bleed you dry. And he didn’t.

“It’s amazing. I feel… so good right now.” He sighed, his cheek resting on your thigh as he came down from whatever cloud he was up on.

Suddenly, it was like he actually saw you, his eyes focused solely on you. “I want more. I want all of it.” He almost growled, the sound greedy and hungry.

You swallowed hard, heart kicking at your ribcage as something deep and primal in your brain screamed at you to run away. That whatever Gojo was, was dangerous. That here, in his domain, he loomed over you on the food chain.

He could eat you. The dark look in his eye told you he would eat you.

Gojo rubbed his cheek on your thigh, it almost felt lovingly gentle when juxtaposed with the harsh bite still throbbing and leaking on your hip. His hands glided up your sides, feeling up your body.

“Gojo, I—”

“Don’t worry, I really want to, but that would be bad. I know that.” He placed a chaste kiss on your thigh, leaving a smear of deep red behind. “I’ll keep you safe, I like you too much to let anything bad happen to you.”

“Oh, well that’s, um… good?” It was better than him seeing you as nothing more than food.

“Mhm,” He hummed in agreement, taking your legs off his shoulders. You sagged, your back resting on Gojo’s tail, legs still up in the air but in a slightly less compromising position.

Something hard pressed low into your spine, you had a pretty good idea of what it was. Where had it come from though? You had no idea.

Gojo took a deep breath, eyes lidded and still dark but earnest as he said your name. “I want to mate you.” It sounded like he was asking for your hand marriage or something, the weight with which he said it.

“Mate… me?” You echoed and Gojo nodded quickly.

“I’ll fit. I’m pretty sure.” He squinted at you, eyeing your belly. “I want to try, you’d be the perfect mate, I know it.”

Sex. He was talking about having sex with you.

Maybe it’s that he was so protective of you, that he wanted you more than any other human man had ever. Even after just a short time of being around him, Gojo had a way of making your heart race with fight or flight while also seeming like the safest place in the world.

Maybe it was that he literally saved your life.

Maybe he was just really hot, even with that shark tail, and you were really horny. And maybe a little curious as to what it would be like.

Maybe it was everything, plus the bite mark still throbbing deliciously on your hip that made you nod slowly and agree.

“I like you too, Gojo. Yeah, let’s, um… let’s try.”

He didn’t say anything, just grinned and pulled you up to sit face to face with him, still on his lap. As you shifted upright and scooted back, your cunt rubbed on what was definitely his dick, but it felt… different. He wasn’t human, and it’d be naive to think he’d have human anatomy.

Gojo groaned quietly with the movement. You started to glance down, to see what exactly you were working with before you tried to fit him inside you. But Gojo took your face in one hand and lifted your chin gently to him.

He kissed you again and caught you off guard with how smoothly his mouth opened, teasing the seam of your lips until they parted for him. He really was a fast learner.

He flipped you again easily, biceps flexing as he held you close to his chest and laid you down under him on a layer of your damp, shredded clothes. He broke the kiss as he reached down between you. Your legs hitched up around Gojo’s waist as he fumbled a little, his face scrunched up in concentration as he prodded around for your entrance. You tensed a little with cool fingers rubbing and poking gently.

As Gojo’s thick fingers curled into you, his face lit up and you kept your eyes trained on him. He smiled, pleased with himself. His tail was flopped to the side, the large fin just barely breaking the surface of the water and sending splashes echoing through the dim cave. His lure bright and flickering just over your head as you let out the noise he liked.

It was so different to see someone—a man—be openly enthusiastic and excited about things. Gojo communicated clearly, paid attention to your body language, and laid his feelings out in the open.

Was he… kind of the ideal guy?

Sure he was half shark, but… was that really such a bad thing when you thought about everything else?

Yeah, okay, he said he wanted to keep you, but it shows he’s not afraid of commitment. And he saved you.

Okay, maybe that sounded a little stockholm syndrome-y. But would it really be that terrible?

He pulled his fingers from you and nudged—

You immediately tensed. Eyes going wide and you finally glanced down at what was happening between your legs.

Not one, but two thick, blunt tips were pressing at your entrance.

Before you could really think twice on it, on how Gojo might wreck you with two thick cocks—lengthy and pale and a little curve to the top one—prying you wide open. He pushed his hips into you and stretched your cunt to accommodate all of him.

You gasped and bit back a whimper, tensing up, walls clenching around the intrusion that was Gojo. But he sunk in further, forcing your cunt to open wider the deeper he went. It felt like you were stretched to the limit. He threw his head back with a deep groan, the flickering light bobbing as he somehow pushed even more into you and you somehow kept taking it. Your legs squeezed, toes curling as you felt Gojo fill every bit of your cunt as he kept shoving more into you.

With a hard thrust, both blunt heads bullied against your cervix and you cried out. He stilled, breathing hard. “Wow, see?” Gojo marveled, gaze roving down your body to land low. “I fit inside you. We’re definitely mates.”

It was kind of a miracle that he fit. Maybe he was right.

“You ca-can… move,” You said quietly and he glanced up to meet your eyes for a moment.

“Oh, okay,” Gojo pulled his hips back, dragging out slow, and pushed all the way back in. “Like… that?” He whined a little, tail slapping the water as he bottomed out again.

“Mhm!” You managed out a hum and a short nod, nails digging in as you gripped his shoulders hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze trained low again, he set a bit of a rhythm. He was probably watching as he pulled out and shoved back inside. How he branded the shape of himself into you.

It was like he was reshaping you, molding you to fit him with every thrust that grew more confident, more assured in the snap of his hips.

“Oh wow, look at that.” Gojo leaned back and smoothed a hand over your stomach, fucking into you hard and slow with a mean angle that pushed the already curved cock into a sensitive spot. “I can see myself inside you.”

You lifted your head somehow with that and saw exactly what he was talking about. Your stomach bubbled out a little, and as he grinded into you, the bulge moved.

You watched as he rubbed the bump and pressed down. He moaned as he picked up the pace again and your head fell back, feeling his hand push against his cock, rubbing hard against your walls. The pressure made your eyes roll, mouth hanging open and gasping breaths.

Every movement sparked pleasure that whited your brain out, wiping any thought from your head but how hot your skin felt, and how stuffed full you were.

You were made aware that ‘mating you’ wasn’t just fucking you. It was a claim. Neither you, nor your body would never be the same after this.

Gojo wrapped an arm under you, his body lowered to press against yours. He was still cold, but the exertion had you so overheated that you welcomed his cool skin. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, feeling the soft texture of his tail under your calves. Your arms draped around his shoulders, clutching and gripping at the muscles that flexed under your hands.

Gojo brought his face to the crook of your neck, still making movements with his hips to keep fucking you as his mouth closed around your throat.

His tongue glided over your hammering pulse.

You tried to say his name, but it caught in your throat.

He didn’t bite, he sucked. His teeth pressed lightly to your skin, barely pricking. You almost couldn’t feel the sting with everything else going on, but you did. He licked the blood beading from the tiny pinpricks and the moment he tasted you again, control seemed to crack.

Gojo whined out, biting down slightly harder, his teeth cutting into your throat. He pumped into you hard and fast. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, having his teeth sunken into your neck, licking the trickle of blood as he split you open on two thick cocks.

But it did. You clenched around him, walls gripping and slowing his movements a little. He faltered a little, pace stuttering and you thought he might come. But instead he released your throat with a groan, like it fucking killed him to do.

“My mate,” He growled, his fin slapping and splashing the water uncontrollably. “I want to do this forever, I fit inside you and its so nice—mnnh—you’re sooo warm,” He moaned, grinding into your cervix. His cocks were leaking inside you and you whined with so much pressure filling you you couldn’t think. Being fucked and held on the edge of climax. “I want, I wa-want to… mm!”

Gojo planted a fast kiss on your lips and pulled out of your cunt. The shocking loss and sudden emptiness hurt and you started to protest, but you were shut quickly up.

Gojo flipped you over, carefully and he made sure you didn’t smack your head or any limbs on the ground. He pulled your hips up to his level and rubbed along your slit, lined back up to your hole, and pushed in again.

As he bottomed out again, he felt deeper somehow and as the tips of his cocks kissed your cervix, Gojo moaned behind you. He sounded just as lost in it as you were. “I want to fill you with my pups, can you do that, mate? Can you take it if I fill you up?” He rubbed over your belly and held firmly, feeling himself push into his hand.

It didn’t really register with you, what he was really saying. In your blissed out mind held on the edge of coming, you knew he wanted to breed you, but that was impossible. You’re two different species.

He could ‘fill you with pups’ all he wanted, none would stick.

“Yes! I can take it. To-touch me, please, Gojo!”

“Touch you?” You nodded and he dipped his hand lower, drifting over your stomach to between your legs. “You mean here?” He rubbed a slow circle over your clit and you twitched hard, walls pulsing around his cocks as he fucked a slow rhythm into you.

“Ohh my god, mnh, yes!” You moaned out, you were drooling on the ground.

He was fucking you stupid, the half shark virgin, was fucking you harder than anyone ever had in your life.

He dragged through your walls, every ridge and vein catching. He curled over you, cool chest pressing to your back, one arm wrapped under your chest to hold you up, the other hand cupping your cunt. He rubbed dizzying circles on your clit with two fingers and you twitched and writhed under him, hips bucking back to push into his thrusts.

He put his mouth on your shoulder, but he didn’t bite. Just pressed his lips there until your orgasm hit and you squeezed tight, letting out a choked cry as he bullied into you.

Gojo moaned, his fin was swishing in the water so hard and so fast it sounded like a propeller as he squeezed you tight, and bit down on your shoulder, hard.

Tears pricked your eyes instantly and you could only whimper as Gojo sank his teeth into your flesh and sucked.

Sure, it hurt, but why did it feel so good too?

He thrust into you hard, grinding deep as his cocks both swelled, twitching and about to burst. His jaw tightened and made a pitched noise deep in his throat. You choked on a sob as the blooming pain rolled through you like a wave, ecstasy making your eyes roll and stream tears.

His whole body shuddered as his cocks kicked deep inside, and ropes of cum spurted. It wasn’t hot, more just lukewarm, a little cooler than your body temperature as he flooded you. It didn’t stop for a while, not until there was so much pressure that you felt heavy and swollen from everything filling you.

You sagged, body drooping with exhaustion but still connected to Gojo. He pried his teeth from deep in your shoulder and you winced. He licked the bite, cool tongue gliding over the wound to collect blood still flowing, and hummed. He rubbed your belly affectionately.

“Are you okay? Does the bite hurt?” Gojo leaned into your periphery, a hand still pressed to your stomach. You shook your head, none of them really hurt at all. Not that you could feel much anyways.

“Good,” Gojo hummed thoughtfully. “I wonder what our pups will be like, I hope they look like you.” You didn’t have the energy or the heart to crush the fantasy of you being his mate and giving him babies, so you just nodded for now and let your eyes close.

“It takes longer with a human female, I don’t mind waiting though. I’ll keep you safe till they come, then I'll put more in you.” Gojo nuzzled your shoulder, still stuffing you and keeping you plugged up and full of his cum.

The realization of what he said hit and your eyes opened again.

“Wait, you can reproduce… outside of your own species?”

“Mhm, just humans though. You’re close enough to our kind, it still works.” He sighed, the light from his lure dimming a little as he pulled you close and rolled onto his back, laying you on him and keeping his cocks in you. He rubbed your belly again, affectionately like his child was actually inside and not just a womb full of cum.

“I’m so happy I found you,” His tail swished in the water languidly. He sounded genuinely happy, he was probably lonely before the boat dumped you in the ocean and in a weird way, so were you.

Sure, you weren’t alone, but you didn’t have a relationship or anyone to tell you not to go work on a deadly boat in the freezing ocean.

Maybe staying with Gojo wouldn’t be the worst option. How many others did you really even have?

You hummed and put a hand over his on your swollen belly. “Do you have to stay in cold water, or can you go somewhere warmer?”

“Nope, I can adjust to pretty much anything so we can go anywhere.” He squeezed you a little.

Thank god for that, you didn’t know how much longer you’d survive in the freezing cold. You weren’t built like Gojo and his kind.

Wait a minute.

“What do you mean, our kind?”

a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — idk what this is man, don't ask me. ask @/indiewritesxoxo bc reading her stuff before bed gave me weird dreams(10/10 recommend). I love the ocean but my biggest fear is drowning so the start was awful to write T_T pls tell me it was worth it

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