wheretearswander - Tumblr blog

wheretearswander · 5 days ago

Text

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ≡ : 𐔌 gojo satoru × top!male!reader . . . 𓆩𖥔𓆪

╭ 경고 : : 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ╮ . . . 「 18+ 」 . ⓘ music for a certain feeling . lengthy exposition . more monologue than actual smut. sex . p in v . hustler!gojo . boypussy!gojo . prostitution . safe sex . marathon sex . squirting . service top!reader . cunnilingus . aftercare . pillowtalk . ooc!gojo . feminisation . overstimulation . possible angst . ending open to your interpretation / imagination . . . 3.3k words

「 𖥔 」 . 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the clock strikes twelve, everyone's masks come off.

Most would already be slumbering upon their soft mattresses, or lying down on measly sunken ones, and perhaps even just stained, flimsy cardboard. But ultimately, it's the time where you can truly relinquish yourself to your deepest, truest self.

And best of all? No witnesses.

At least . . . no one of significance.

Neon signs softly fading in and out, worn out over time & effort; buildings barely standing on their last two legs, broken down by carlessness and shame. But nothing compares to the weary souls who litter the pavement in nothing but the thinnest of fabrics and the thickest of maquillage — all of them fighting for survival in the inky black of night, with nothing but a fleeting hope and a definite uncertainty that they could ever go back to a structure whose state they could call home.

But how would that be possible when you work on the streets for a living?

On the rare occasion that entry into a house, an apartment or some other complex is on the itinerary — spontaneous or not — it still isn't home.

And it never will be.

Night after night, client after client, climax after climax, the sky no longer distinguishes itself from the bright blue sky of the dawn from the star-spotted darkness that is nighttime. Rather it presents itself a murky shade of grey.

Some days, a little blue comes through — and only then could GOJO SATORU tell what time of day it might have been.

That is, if his head wasn't buried in the mattress of his temporary residence where he would wait out the day until his so-called shift starts by the hope of slumber; in the heat of a rocking car forced around by fervid friction.

Or now.

"Harder!" Satoru cried out, his fingers digging into the comforter of his current client with his eyes rolled threateningly to the back of his skull, only his sclera obvious, complimented dauntingly with the red of his optics' arteries.

His plump, rosy lips blown out with ragged strings of moans that he himself could not begin to comprehend within his state of bliss.

"God- yes, princess." you moaned out, quickening your pace, making sure to hit that spot that makes him see stars with every thrust.

Even while slobbering into the thick duvet; his tongue lolling out of his swollen, kiss-bitten lips — he still had a job to do: please the customer, get fucked & get paid.

His rates were simple: ¥750* for oral, ¥1000* for half-and-half, anal costs extra.

He was by no means a professional, but just like many in this profession, he was desperate.

Though his skill being put into question always had the answer come easy:

"Fuck-," you came into the condom, the rubber slightly sliding off your base to make space for the copious amount of release your system had to emit from the sheer excitement.

Gojo's pussy is top. of the. line.

In ragged breaths, you slowly pulled out of his entrance — ignoring the whine the white-haired man exhaled — and dragged the offending piece of latex off, resulting in a light shiver & a shaky exhale.

While satoru tried to gather his breath, you tied the condom off & threw it toward the direction of the rubbish bin where multiple condoms laid in a similar state: tied-off & filled.

When you turned your attention back to the fucked-out Satoru, your shaft only continued to harden. Even with the multiple orgasms, you had yet to truly experience relief and to Satoru, this was as bad as it was good.

Pros? He could charge more & continue to experience the mind-numbing ecstasy that has come to define his existence.

Cons? He didn't know how much more he could take.

His thighs quiver as they try to hold his trembling self up. His face buried into the sheets. Sheets stained with several bodily fluids, all of which only spurred you on even more.

Every little whimper of his told a myriad of stories in the same breath:

I want more.

I can't take anymore.

It feels so good it hurts . . .

I'm so tired . . .

I NEED more.

And you could pick up on the thoughts — or rather, the need — behind those hazed eyes; once a vibrant sky blue dulled by life, fatigue, and burdened, but now clouded over with a raging storm of lust, need, desperation, tinged with torment and gleaming with fervour.

There was no question that you were the best client he had the pleasure of servicing in all his years on the street. You were chivalrous, gentle, giving, and attentive. Every little need catered to, sexual or not. Everytime he'd shiver just a little too much, you'd stop and check on him, holding him tight.

But the best part was just one thing: a safeword.

Prior to the hookup, you'd asked him for one. A simple question & to most it wouldn't matter.

But with all the years of his working, surviving; a piece of his humanity slowly chipped off, bit by bit. Even if he willingly came into this twisted game, it was not by the heart's desire. It was from the lack of choice. And it is common knowledge that such things are loveless; no intimacy, no care, just one night of raucous & reckless passion followed by a life of shame.

Just like many, he felt worthless. Undeserving. No longer human. He was simply there.

Yet as soon as you asked him for said safeword, a flicker of hope twinkled in his eyes, the dull blue brightening just a moment to their original hue.

But.

Sex work is sex work.

You are neither the first nor the last he would ever have. And that was fact. This was likely a one-off, and the chances of it ever happening again are subzero.

Your gentle disposition allowed him to feel. To enjoy. He cursed himself in his mind, attempting to ground him back to the harsh reality that came with his line of work.

10 times out of 10 his clients would care only about their own pleasure. Rightfully so. He was getting paid for this. But it didn't lessen the numbness. He'd always look away from his customers, lifelessly looking at the ceiling or some other place, as long as it wasn't the person's face.

Every lewd act he'd do out of duty, not care.

Exaggerated moans, fake compliments, complete untruths: the porno package. It was all a sham. Just a well-rehearse programme done over & refined by experience and time.

He felt nothing.

So your tender allure got him perhaps a little too open and a little too trusting. Especially since all that kindness was a complete one-eighty to your sudden intrustion back into him.

Satoru lurched forward, gripping the sheets tighter, a harsh scream ripping out of his sore throat, rising in pitch with every buck of your hips slapping against his rotund backside.

He could feel that you had put yet another rubber on your shaft, the material rubbing against his swollen, gummy walls.

Nonetheless, even with the trying presence of said prophylactic*, it did not diminish the euphoria you allowed him to experience; with how well you stretched his worn pussy out, digging into all the right spots, making him mold himself around your girth.

And even despite the roughness, he had yet to utter the safeword. Just the thought of it comforted him that he simply ignored the pain that came from the overwhelming pleasure, choosing to drown further into the passion; the intimacy he's long craved from all the nights he had to endure just to see the next day.

The dichotomy further warped his mind. He enjoyed your initial benignity but this rough side of you broke him. He couldn't tell whether you were truly a good person or a wolf in sheep's clothing. But either way, he liked it.

And that thought caused him to climax to both your surprises, gushing out like a waterfall so violently that his body pushed your cock out & further soaked your sheets.

He gasped, closing his thighs & his hips bucked as if they had a mind of their own, his walls fluttering & squeezing around nothing. Each clench sent a fresh wave of pleasure running down his spine & additionally fuzzing his already fucked-out mind. He couldn't come down from this high.

"Hey, hey," you shushed him sweetly. "It's okay, princess, you're okay," you held him from behind, littering kisses on the back of his neck.

None of which aided his overhelmed state but the sincerity behind your actions calmed his mind a tad bit, so slowly but surely, his breathing stabilised, the shaking reducing significantly.

"What was that?" he gasped out, fingers clenching & unclenching the sheets.

"What do you mean, princess?" you asked in a hushed tone to avoid alarming him, massaging his hips to further soothe him from his frenzied state.

"That," he shivered.

You trailed your gaze down to the sizeable stain under him then back into his eyes, "Have you never done that before?"

He shook his head.

You slowly pushed his hips to fully lie on the bed & rolled him onto his back then caressed his cheek, "Did you like it?"

With a slight fluster, he nodded, pursing his lips.

A chuckle left your lips, a sweet smile stretching on your lips, "That's good," you pecked his forehead. "That's what matters."

His heart skipped a bear or two, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Every time he tried to put his guard back up, you somehow make them crumble back down on their own. And everytime you somehow manage to do it successfully and effortlessly.

"Why don't we stop here for now, hm?" you pecked his lips. "I think you've had enough excitement for today."

After that, you laid down on your side, pulling him into you, allowing him respite & safety in your arms.

This cuddling position made him feel even more vulnerable, but part of him needed it. And you knew for certain he did.

"So how much did all that amount to?"

"¥900* . . ." he managed to breathe out, the haze still fogging his mind.

"Any additional charges for aftercare?" you chuckled, massaging the red of his body: his derriere, the back of his thighs & the deep handprints on his hips.

He whimpered at the feeling, relaxing deeper into your hold. "Mm, no. If anything I should be paying you for it." he attempted to joke even in his incapacitated state, and you found humour in both his efforts and in his serene acceptance of being in your arms.

"Maybe I should," you turn his face to you & kiss him. "How much do you think I should charge?"

He pulled away from the kiss and gazed into your eyes, tracing each fine detail carefully.

"¥4000 minimum." he stated, earnest with every syllable. "Just for a kiss."

"That seems steep, princess. Especially for a kiss." you continued to litter his face with kisses, paying special attention to his plump, pink lips. "You're greatly overestimating me."

He only snuggled deeper into you, "You'd be worth every yen . . ." he mumbled breathily, sinking deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

You stroked his hair, inclined to comfort him. "Quite the compliment, darling." The statement rolled off your tongue with ease, "you are too." You kissed him again, letting him lead the kiss as he'd like it.

"Do you want to take a shower maybe? I wouldn't mind." Satoru perked up at this, confused by such a generous offer. He'd have jumped at the opportunity had his legs not felt like jello. So instead, he shook his head & sighed, "I'm good."

You nodded. But as you started to pull away, he clung onto you tighter and whispered, "Don't go . . ."

There was only one goal in your mind: to clean the man up. Your intentions were to locate a rag then come back to wash him down; but his need for comfort pulled you back into his arms, holding him tighter in return.

"Okay, princess."

He nodded into your chest.

"But mind if I do something?"

He looked up at you, curious, but not wanting to exert any more effort, so he settled for nodding & lightly loosening his hold on you.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you pecked his forehead and continued to leave kisses down his face, further down to his soft neck, down his supple chest, more kisses tracing the lines of his musculature on his torso.

As you went lower, his once calm state started to subside, reverting back to his needy headspace that was all sorts good as it is bad. Nevertheless, his body was well worn out; so he could not react as much as before.

And as soon as you licked a broad stripe up his folds, he shivered against his will, his hand instincitvely coming down to hold your hair.

"I thought you said-," he let out a shaky exhale, his folds quivering against your lips.

"I know, princess, I know." you placed a gentle peck on his throbbing clit. "But we still need to clean you up regardless." you then places his legs over your shoulder. "Is that alright?"

The white-haired man couldn't bring himself to look into your eyes, but still he nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair.

And so you continued your actions, being sure to remain gentle & avoid spurring him further, leaving little kitten licks on his clit; kissing the bud instead of the usual sucking; not pushing your tongue fully into him, only scooping out the remaining essence that had yet to pour out of him.

"You always taste this good, doll?" you spoke into his cunt, the vibrations engorging his clit even more, and you can feel it throb against your nose.

His fingers reflexively tightened on your hair and he let out a shaky whimper, "M-mhm . . ."

"You eat healthy, huh?" taking your time, your tongue tracing circles onto his clit before sucking on it, feeling his essence drool out of him and onto your chin.

"I tr-try- ah~!"

"What do you mean, princess?" your lips consumed his quivering golds with a certain fervour that one would consider borderline inhumane with how focused you seemed to be on bringing him to cloud nine.

"I try to . . ." he sighed out. "if I can afford it . . ."

"That right?" He nodded, clenching around your tongue in an attempt to prevent his juices from continuously leaking out — but to no avail as the action only made him more aware of your presence, the expertise of your lips, the heaviness of your tongue, the way the muscle glid so seamlessly within his pulsing walls & hit every good spot his pussy had.

You nodded in return. "Well, you still taste amazing." Your licks sped up & deepened as you felt his hips starting to grind onto your face. "The perfect amount of sweet & salty." you deliberately pressed your tongue deeply onto him, dragging it up slowly but surely, ending with a flick of his clit with the tip of your tongue.

His back arched off the bed, a loud moan resonating within your room, a light stream spurting out of him & directly onto your mouth which you swallowed in an instant without stopping your infuriatingly arousing ministrations onto his pulsating cunt; all pink, puffed-up, and pouring.

"Gonna cum?" you teased his clit, flitting the tip of your tongue side-to-side rapidly then latching back on to suck & nibble on it, allowing you to feel each pulsation, his essence coating your chin in a thick layer of arousal.

"Mhm . . . yes- mmh~ yes~!"

"Go ahead, princess. You deserve it," your thumb pressed onto his clit, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You've been such a good girl." You dive back into his glistening folds, eating him out with such vigour he swore the heavens fell from above & fell right onto him, his world blurring into a mere vision of what he'd assume were stars.

"Fuck!" he screamed, squirting another vicious jetstream of clear liquid, spraying onto your face and darkening the previous stain on the bed that had started to dry up, now even darker shade that the first.

Yet you swallowed it all with ease & a particular gentleness that kept him gushing onto your tongue. Even if it did weaken at times, he'd spurt bit by bit, lasting for far longer than good for either of you.

To him, it felt like forever. His thighs shaking around your head, his breaths mixing with moans & whispers as if his body couldn't choose how to process the situation.

To you, it felt too short. You wanted more, needed, even. But you knew he couldn't take anymore or else he'd be left to drag himself off your bed to the streets, and even then you doubted his arms could carry his weight.

So with that you pulled away from his addictive entrance, a line of drool connecting his shame and your soaked lips, panting lightly & licking your lips clean. Then you hovered over him & kissed him softly to coax the poor man out of the headspace he did not realise he was in.

At first, he was unresponsive, likely still lost in the sensations. But after a while, you felt him respond. That made you exhale against his lips in relief, still kissing him until you were sure that he was fully present & back grounded in reality.

The whole of his squirting orgasm had lasted minutes, which explained his loss of thought & awareness — other than the already present overstimulation before it.

"You're going to have to stay the night, princess." You kissed his forehead, caressing his cheek. "Do you have any appointments tomorrow?"

He could only gather tidbits of your words, but still, he shook his head & weakly pulled you down to lay over him, desperate for contact & comfort — which you reciprocated eagrely, aiding him in his riding out of his high.

Just like earlier, you massaged his hips, hoping to sate his remaining desires; kissing his lips to keep him from floating back to seventh heaven and remaining there.

You rolled beside him, which he quickly latched onto you, unwilling to part from the only thing that gave him a sense of comfort.

You smiled & stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Goodnight, princess," you left a lingering kiss onto his forehead. And though neither of you were clean, clothed, or warm, the enjoyment & satisfaction allowed you to sleep within each other's embrace, ignoring the cold prickling at your skins due to the lack of proper coverage and from the stain still present on your sheets.

Perhaps the world was unfair. Cruel even.

Souls venture into the darkness for many reasons; secret to everyone, known only to some — other than themselves.

This world is full of temptation, demons, the worst of the worst.

Perhaps this was hell.

But Satoru failed to care.

Not when he felt like nothing could touch him while he was in your arms.

Still, this would have to end at some point. Probably before you woke up, but definitely the next day.

He didn't do love. He couldn't. What person would love someone as defiled & worthless as he?

So, soon enough, he'd return back to the streets; back to flagging down customers, back to the usual regime of detached, uncaring sex where he'd get fucked then paid, hoping to not get a black eye or some other ailment from the clients' carelessness.

Soon enough his humanity would fully deplete, leaving him a soulless & mindless husk, a toy, an object for pleasure.

Nothing more.

And soon enough, you'd fade away from his mind.

ⓘ NOTES . . .

¥ : yen ( japanese currency )

¥750 : in place of $5 ( American ) : ¥726.13, appox. $5.16

¥1000 : in place of $8 ( American ) : ¥1165.72, approx. $6.89

¥900 : $6.18 ( American )

prophylactic : a condom

⸝⸝ . ⊂ COCYTUS ⊃

289 notes · View notes

wheretearswander · 1 month ago

Text

「 𝟏𝟖+ 」 . . . this blog touches upon and is open to dark and controversial topics — taboo, sexual, and otherwise.

⸝⸝ . ⊂ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 ⊃ smut , fluff , angst , infidelity , noncon / dubcon , ( psychological ) horror , blood , gore , violence , self-harm , suicide , mental illness , 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. . .

𖥔 ⋮ 부인 성명 . 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : i do not condone nor support these fictional scenarios in real life

⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⸝⸝ . ❛ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 . . . ❜

── 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 . . .

please have your age in your bio . be at least 18 years of age

i primarily write for top!dom amab reader ; though afab reader is not unlikely, just rare . same goes for gender-neutral reader

i am inclined to write stories about my own characters, or fully original pieces that may or may not involve the reader, and utilises my own original characters — not fanfiction.

this blog is more for my thoughts and random ideas so i may or may not take requests

even if, yes, this is a blog that welcomes dark, sensitive, and taboo topics, i can deny or not reply to requests should i find the premise unfathomable or unfamiliar or purely uncomfortable. please respect people's boundaries

i have no qualms with f4m stories though i will likely post m4m in abundance than the former still

for afab ; female readers, i will write for the more submissive position ( dominant is still the go-to — though pegging is where i draw the line ). but in general, for male ; amab readers, the most submissive it'll get is sub!top and nothing further

if you do send in thirsts or headcanons, i may or may not match your energy ( likely because i may not know the character or simply find your idea well enough to stand alone with no additions ). there may be times that i may just reply to the ask to show others about your thoughts or just not reply

copying , stealing , plagiarising , modifying , ai / bot training , etc. of my works are not allowed. translations and reposts are exceptions but you need my explicit permission. and should you do that ( after being given permission ), you MUST provide credit. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ( even if you do not claim it as yours, not referring to the original creator gives people the impression that you made it yourself )

the prompts mentioned above are just some to name a few. just ask and i'll decide whether to write it or not

the writelist ( low ) below is just to name a few. i'm not involved in fandoms, exactly, but am open to writing about characters i'm not familiar with ( not necessarily all ) or just learning about characters and especially new series ; shows ; works ; etc. ( a bunch of the options down there i've never even watched, some i've only read partially — barely . others i've yet to finish, some others i purely find interest in. but of course, i have read and/or watched some — to the end — still )

if i do open requests, i advise you be specific in your requests ( unless you just wish to see a certain prompt written in my style, please say so )

── 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 . . .

if you wish to throw hate at me or anyone or anything because i will just ignore it ( unless ranting about the downfall of a series or character you dislike, as they are fictional and if you have criticisim or opinions that you'd like to discuss )

if all you have to say is baseless criticism without any constructive element to it

if you wish to send provocatice images or texts ( unless done in light-hearted jest — images still not tolerated ). i may be a blog that tolerates and writes sexual content but that does not reflect my character nor some deep, innate subconscious, or an invitation to such interactions. not only that but doing these things is just plain rude ( and illegal )

if you are a minor. if you truly wish to read, at least refrain from mentioning your age within the comments

if you do not find relatability in the attached sex and/or gender of the reader. simply keep it to yourself. if what i make isn't what you want or like, feel free to block me — unless you wish to make a request ( terms & conditions still apply ), and again, refrain from commenting about it. i'm more than certain that you have content catered to you elsewhere, try search up the tags you want

if you wish to get political, involve politics or learn about my political stands. i do not wish to get involved as this is an area purely to relish and indulge in fantasies away from the hardship and turmoil real life brings a person

if you seek some sort of ( romantic ) relationship or situationship from me. this is a writing blog, and it will concern matters primarily related to these topics.

if you seek some sort of promotion or advertising of anything you sell or wish to spread information about — especially yourself

── 𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀 . . .

i am rather open to vents or unhinged thoughts, pure unfiltered randomness, my inbox is pretty much open — but that does not entail a must for me to reply ( whether in regards to a timely manner or to reply at all ). but remember, i am in no way a viable substitute for genuine professionals who could help you. if you need a friend, or a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to listen, i have no objections, but my words are just words — support or advice, they are not certified

i create a generous amount of the media in my posts / theme and therefore ( the elements are often taken from tumblr, pinterest, etc. but the final product is usually mine ), i heavily implore you to refrain from copying, downloading, stealing, reposting, reuploading, editing — hence the constant watermarking : 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

please do inform me if i made any grammatical errors or misspellings. i am my own beta reader and i may miss things ( especially if i may be feeling lethargic or suffering from a lack of sleep — or care )

asks to be certain anons ( nicknames ; emojis ) are always welcome. leave a remark regarding it at the end of the ask

⌗ . . . ⇢ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀 - 𝐇𝐖𝐀 - 𝐇𝐔𝐀 𓂃 ‧₊˚✧

╰─▸ black butler ╰─▸ blue lock ╰─▸ haikyuu!! ╰─▸ death note ╰─▸ jujutsu kaisen ╰─▸ mushoku tensei: jobless reincarnation ╰─▸ sk∞: the infinity ╰─▸ spy × family

⋮ ❝ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐍 𝐇 𝐖 𝐀 ❞ . . . 𓈀 「 만화 」

╰─▸ the remarried empress ╰─▸ to be announced . . .

⋮ ❝ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐍 𝐇 𝐔 𝐀 ❞ . . . 𓈀 「漫画」

╰─▸ heaven's official blessing

✽ . . . ⇢ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𓂃 ‧₊˚✧

╰─▸ to be announced . . .

⌗ . . . ⇢ 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 ; 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𓂃 ‧₊˚✧

╰─▸ to be announced . . .

✽ . . . ⇢ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𓂃 ‧₊˚✧

╰─▸ genshin impact ╰─▸ homicipher ╰─▸ honkai: star rail ╰─▸ obey me! ╰─▸ reverse: 1999 ╰─▸ that's not my neighbour ╰─▸ twisted wonderland ╰─▸ wuthering waves ╰─▸ zenless zone zero

#. 𖥔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⸝⸝ ⊂ 눈물 ⊃#. 𖥔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⸝⸝ ⊂ 2⩇:25 ⊃#. 𖥔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⸝⸝ ⊂ lethe ⊃#anime #blog rules #blog post #guidelines

2 notes · View notes