#dojo satoru smut

[silkpout]

Cocky Gojo who teases you when you finally give into your “no contact” with him. You had been seeing him for a little while but rumor got around and you heard from a few people that he wasn’t exactly the “relationship” type, so you decided to cut it off right there and spare yourself the heartbreak.

Since then, he had been sending you countless texts, voicemails and even went as far as emailing you- all of which you ignored. You figured it was elaborate lovebombing from just another fuckboy and you were not going to fall victim… or so you thought. You made it a strong 2 1/2 weeks before the temptation was downright unbearable. So you did what anyone would do... show up at his apartment. It somehow seemed less humiliating than responding to his 200+ text messages.

Gojo doesn’t even try to hide the smug grin on his face when he swings the door open and sees you standing there, shifting from side to side. “Well, well, well” he drawls on, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Took you long enough, sweetheart”

𖦹𖦹𖦹

In no time at all, Gojo has you propped-up against his apartment window, nipples pebbled from the cold glass, as he ruts into you, your nipples grazing the window with each thrust. You hit at his thigh from overstimulation, as he fucks you into your 3rd orgasm of the night. “Bad girl” he mumbles, swatting your hands away from where you’re trying to push him. He traps you even closer, breast firmly pressed against the glass so that they splay out pornographically. “you take what the fuck I give you.” His grip on your waist is bruisingly tight, while the other hand snakes down your body to find your swollen clit, rubbing mercilessly in tight circles.

Your head thrashes from side to side, lost in the haze of ecstasy as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. “We both know this is what you’re made for” Gojo huffs out, lips pressed against the shell of your ear “No running away now, you didn’t answer my texts for days, pretending you didn’t miss me, hgnh! but I know b-better. I know.” While his hands and thrust are punishing his words are softer- tender almost. But you're too lustdrunk to think about it too much.

“ngh- show me how much you need this baby” Gojo whimpers as his thrust start to get sloppy, still not letting up on your clit, he buries his head into your neck. “you need me, you need me, you need-” Gojo’s whimpers fill the room, he had never sounded so desperate, so depraved. You feel him shudder under you. “you need me, fuck! I-” his words dripping with desperation send you hurtling over the edge. You feel yourself clamp down on him like a vice and suddenly feel his own release as he holds you so tight it hurts. He pumps his cum into you unforgivingly against your cervix. You reach up immediately to stroke his hair as he rides out his climax, still taken aback by his desperate words, wondering if it was all just pillow talk or something more.

While you’re lost in thought you hear him speak up quietly but sternly beside you, trying to catch his breath. His demeanor laced with something much different from the man he was a few minutes ago. Something darker. “Don’t you ever fucking pull some shit like that again” Your eyes meet his and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, “now show me how sorry you are baby.”

[covahno]

You - Part 1

by COVAHtk

[WITH NSFW ART]

Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Ongoing

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

 

 You arrive at the Jujutsu High dojo, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. As you step inside, you see students engaged in intense training sessions, their bodies moving with precision and power. Among them, Yuji Itadori stands out with his unwavering determination and athleticism. His punches and kicks are swift, each strike echoing through the air. The dojo itself is vast, with high ceilings and traditional Japanese architecture. The wooden floors creak slightly under the weight of the students' movements, and the walls are adorned with scrolls and weapons, showcasing the rich history of Jujutsu sorcery. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of sweat and the faint aroma of incense, creating an environment that is both intense and serene.  As you stand at the entrance, a tall (and might I say very attractive) figure approaches you. Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer in japan and your new mentor, greets you with a charismatic smile. His white hair and blindfold give him an air of mystery, but his demeanor is relaxed and welcoming. "Welcome to Jujutsu High," Gojo says, his voice calm yet commanding. "I'm Satoru Gojo, and I'll be your instructor. I hear you have quite an interesting curse technique." You nod, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his presence. "Yes, I do. It's...unique." Gojo's smile widens. "Unique is good. It means you're special. Let's see what you've got." (a thought races through my mind; 'IS HE HITTING ON ME) He leads you to the center of the dojo, where the other students gather around. Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki watch curiously as Gojo introduces you.

 "This is Y/N," Gojo announces. "She's joining us today. Her curse technique is something extraordinary, but she needs to learn how to control it and improve her martial arts skills." Yuji steps forward, offering a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Yuji Itadori. Nice to meet you." You smile back, feeling a bit more at ease. "Nice to meet you too." As Gojo begins your first training session, you realize just how much you have to learn. The dojo is a place of discipline and strength, and you are determined to prove yourself, despite your initial nervousness. The training is rigorous, pushing you to your limits. The other students are supportive, offering tips and encouragement. Megumi Fushiguro, with his calm and analytical approach, helps you refine your techniques, while Nobara Kugisaki, with her fiery determination, inspires you to push harder. Throughout the day, you find yourself frequently glancing at Yuji. His enthusiasm and determination are infectious, and you can't help but admire his dedication. As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the dojo, you feel a sense of belonging. This is just the beginning of your journey at Jujutsu High, and you are ready to face whatever challenges come your way. As the training session progresses, you begin to see the incredible diversity of abilities among your fellow students. Each one has their unique curse technique, and you realize just how much potential lies within this group. Yuji Itadori, with his immense physical strength and agility, stands out in particular.

Satoru Gojo observes your progress with a keen eye, offering guidance and advice as needed. His presence is both reassuring and intimidating, a reminder of the immense power and responsibility that comes with being a Jujutsu sorcerer. During a break, you find yourself standing beside Yuji, watching as the other students practice. He turns to you with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity and warmth. "So, Y/N, how are you finding the training so far?" he asks, his tone friendly and encouraging. "It's intense," you admit, wiping sweat from your forehead. "But I'm learning a lot. Everyone here is so skilled."

 Yuji nods, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, it's a tough environment, but we're all here to help each other. If you ever need anything, just let me know." His kindness touches you, and you feel a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Yuji. That means a lot." The conversation is interrupted by Gojo, who claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, gather around. We're going to do some sparring to test your skills and see how well you can adapt in combat." The students form a circle around the sparring area, and Gojo begins pairing everyone up. To your surprise, he pairs you with Yuji for your first sparring match. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you step into the center of the circle. "Remember, this is just practice," Gojo says, his tone serious. "But don't hold back. I want to see what you're capable of." You take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. Yuji stands across from you, his stance relaxed but ready. You can see the determination in his eyes, and you know he's not going to go easy on you. "Let's do our best," Yuji says, giving you an encouraging nod. You nod back, steeling yourself for the fight. As Gojo signals the start of the match, you spring into action, your curse technique activating instinctively. Your body moves start to move on its own as your mind goes into a flow like state. Each attack thrown feels slow and pre-existent in a sense. Every time he almost touches me my body yanks it self in the correct spot to avoid the attack. You continually keep dodging Yuji's attacks and countering with your own. The sparring match is intense, each of you pushing the other to your limits. You can feel the eyes of the other students on you, their cheers and shouts of encouragement echoing in your ears. Despite the pressure, you find yourself enjoying the challenge, relishing the thrill of the fight. Yuji is a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But you hold your own, your curse technique allowing you to adapt to his every move.

Yuji grows angry as he cant land a blow on you. You observe this fact by observing that his face is a bit blushed and red. "I should probably let him win for our relationships sake" i think to myself, plus its just a spar and nothing serious. Y/N lets her guard down and allows Yuji to take her to the floor. "That HURT," I instinctively thought to myself. Yuji grabs my wrist and pins me to the ground. His crotch rubs against my lower belly as he tightens his ground control. My mind is racing and body grows warm and fuzzy. Yuji notices the fight has slowed down and makes direct and strong eye contact with me with slight confusion. His face looks so innocent but all I can think about is him ripping my top off right here in front everyone and absolutely railing me right on the rugged wooden dojo floor. itadori notices you smile and begins to stand up to give you a hand up.

 

 Finally, Gojo calls an end to the match, and you both step back, breathing heavily but smiling. The other students applaud, and you feel a sense of pride swelling within you. "Well done, both of you," Gojo says, his expression approving. "Y/N, you have incredible potential. Keep working hard, and you'll become a great sorcerer." You smile, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. As you and Yuji exchange a look.

[jjksmut]

You - Part 1

by COVAHtk Description: A girl (you) with an overpowered cursed technique but plagued by her *cough* slut tendencies and impulsiveness attempts to be become a powerful sorcerer, but will her behavior hinder that?

Status: Ongoing

Other: Yuji Itadori x fem/reader, story contains smut, fight scenes, dark humor, smau.

 You arrive at the Jujutsu High dojo, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. As you step inside, you see students engaged in intense training sessions, their bodies moving with precision and power. Among them, Yuji Itadori stands out with his unwavering determination and athleticism. His punches and kicks are swift, each strike echoing through the air. The dojo itself is vast, with high ceilings and traditional Japanese architecture. The wooden floors creak slightly under the weight of the students' movements, and the walls are adorned with scrolls and weapons, showcasing the rich history of Jujutsu sorcery. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of sweat and the faint aroma of incense, creating an environment that is both intense and serene.  As you stand at the entrance, a tall (and might I say very attractive) figure approaches you. Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer in japan and your new mentor, greets you with a charismatic smile. His white hair and blindfold give him an air of mystery, but his demeanor is relaxed and welcoming. "Welcome to Jujutsu High," Gojo says, his voice calm yet commanding. "I'm Satoru Gojo, and I'll be your instructor. I hear you have quite an interesting curse technique." You nod, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his presence. "Yes, I do. It's...unique." Gojo's smile widens. "Unique is good. It means you're special. Let's see what you've got." (a thought races through my mind; 'IS HE HITTING ON ME) He leads you to the center of the dojo, where the other students gather around. Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki watch curiously as Gojo introduces you.

 "This is Y/N," Gojo announces. "She's joining us today. Her curse technique is something extraordinary, but she needs to learn how to control it and improve her martial arts skills." Yuji steps forward, offering a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Yuji Itadori. Nice to meet you." You smile back, feeling a bit more at ease. "Nice to meet you too." As Gojo begins your first training session, you realize just how much you have to learn. The dojo is a place of discipline and strength, and you are determined to prove yourself, despite your initial nervousness. The training is rigorous, pushing you to your limits. The other students are supportive, offering tips and encouragement. Megumi Fushiguro, with his calm and analytical approach, helps you refine your techniques, while Nobara Kugisaki, with her fiery determination, inspires you to push harder. Throughout the day, you find yourself frequently glancing at Yuji. His enthusiasm and determination are infectious, and you can't help but admire his dedication. As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the dojo, you feel a sense of belonging. This is just the beginning of your journey at Jujutsu High, and you are ready to face whatever challenges come your way. As the training session progresses, you begin to see the incredible diversity of abilities among your fellow students. Each one has their unique curse technique, and you realize just how much potential lies within this group. Yuji Itadori, with his immense physical strength and agility, stands out in particular. Satoru Gojo observes your progress with a keen eye, offering guidance and advice as needed. His presence is both reassuring and intimidating, a reminder of the immense power and responsibility that comes with being a Jujutsu sorcerer. During a break, you find yourself standing beside Yuji, watching as the other students practice. He turns to you with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity and warmth. "So, Y/N, how are you finding the training so far?" he asks, his tone friendly and encouraging. "It's intense," you admit, wiping sweat from your forehead. "But I'm learning a lot. Everyone here is so skilled."

 Yuji nods, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, it's a tough environment, but we're all here to help each other. If you ever need anything, just let me know." His kindness touches you, and you feel a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Yuji. That means a lot." The conversation is interrupted by Gojo, who claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, gather around. We're going to do some sparring to test your skills and see how well you can adapt in combat." The students form a circle around the sparring area, and Gojo begins pairing everyone up. To your surprise, he pairs you with Yuji for your first sparring match. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you step into the center of the circle. "Remember, this is just practice," Gojo says, his tone serious. "But don't hold back. I want to see what you're capable of." You take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. Yuji stands across from you, his stance relaxed but ready. You can see the determination in his eyes, and you know he's not going to go easy on you. "Let's do our best," Yuji says, giving you an encouraging nod. You nod back, steeling yourself for the fight. As Gojo signals the start of the match, you spring into action, your curse technique activating instinctively. Your body moves start to move on its own as your mind goes into a flow like state. Each attack thrown feels slow and pre-existent in a sense. Every time he almost touches me my body yanks it self in the correct spot to avoid the attack. You continually keep dodging Yuji's attacks and countering with your own. The sparring match is intense, each of you pushing the other to your limits. You can feel the eyes of the other students on you, their cheers and shouts of encouragement echoing in your ears. Despite the pressure, you find yourself enjoying the challenge, relishing the thrill of the fight. Yuji is a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But you hold your own, your curse technique allowing you to adapt to his every move. Yuji grows angry as he cant land a blow on you. You observe this fact by observing that his face is a bit blushed and red. "I should probably let him win for our relationships sake" i think to myself, plus its just a spar and nothing serious. Y/N lets her guard down and allows Yuji to take her to the floor. "That HURT," I instinctively thought to myself. Yuji grabs my wrist and pins me to the ground. His crotch rubs against my lower belly as he tightens his ground control. My mind is racing and body grows warm and fuzzy. Yuji notices the fight has slowed down and makes direct and strong eye contact with me with slight confusion. His face looks so innocent but all I can think about is him ripping my top off right here in front everyone and absolutely railing me right on the rugged wooden dojo floor. itadori notices you smile and begins to stand up to give you a hand up.

 Finally, Gojo calls an end to the match, and you both step back, breathing heavily but smiling. The other students applaud, and you feel a sense of pride swelling within you. "Well done, both of you," Gojo says, his expression approving. "Y/N, you have incredible potential. Keep working hard, and you'll become a great sorcerer." You smile, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. As you and Yuji exchange a look.

[melliflovs]

Yoga Mat - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: +18 content, smut, oral fem receiving, slight praise, slight angst at the end

Summary: You finally get some answers from your Sensei as well as extra steamy affection.

A/N: This is the third and final part of this series. You can find the other parts on my masterlist!

Requests Open!

It didn't take long after your first official session for your secret gym meetings to become more consistent. At first, Gojo would slip into the dojo silently before pressing himself against you, the pressure of his bulge on your ass making you grin. Then it became almost every night.

There was no doubt almost everyone at the school had heard the moans coming from the gym, and there were plenty of rumors going around as well - the most popular one being that it was two teachers. Gojo's name was thrown around often as well, but no one seemed to suspect you (if they did you were sure Gojo would've shut them up anyways)

So you continued the escapade, the only exception to your nightly endeavors was when he had to work which typically resulted in Gojo returning more pent up than ever.

Thankfully your studies had picked up as well and you were back to your normal state. Top of the class and on top of your teacher. Only one thing was keeping you down, something you'd planned to discuss with Gojo tonight when he arrived.

Despite all the time you'd spent working out alone before you'd really only used the punching bag and occasionally the weights. But due to how sore your body had been you decided maybe tonight you were ready for a change. You eyed the yoga mats tucked in the corner for a moment before grabbing one and bringing it to the center of the room.

Yoga wasn't exactly your specialty but you weren't exactly new to it either. Some of the more basic poses popped into your mind before starting out. Slowly you took a deep breath, lifting your right leg up you let the bottom of your foot rest against the inside of your thigh. Once you felt like you were confident in your balance you pressed your hands together stiffly in a prayer motion, taking a deep inhale you centered yourself then slowly exhaled feeling your muscles relax.

Next you got on your hands and knees, extending your legs back and sticking your ass up in the air as you leaned forward and bowed your head. It made you feel slightly disoriented as the blood seemed to rush to your head.

"What a sight!" You heard a familiar voice exclaim. You had no doubts there was a smirk on Gojo's face as he wasted no time before approaching you and kneading at your ass. "Did ya miss me?" He questioned as he tugged lightly on your hair.

You nodded in response, "How was work today, Gojo?" You asked, looking back at him momentarily over your shoulder seeing his bright blue eyes for a second before his large hand reached forward to make your head face forward.

"Good. Not as good as you in these yoga pants though."

You jokingly wiggled your ass in his hands, palms still squeezing at you. All of a sudden you heard cloth ripping as your ass felt a breeze, cold air chilling your skin. "Did you just-" You began before he cut you off with the feeling of his finger running down your clothed center. Your breath hitching in your throat.

"Gojo," You stuttered "My leggings!"

"Don't worry about it, baby." He purred, his finger trailing up to your covered clit sending shocks of electricity through your body. "I'll buy you as many pairs as you want after this."

You began to get lost in his actions your mind slowly going numb with pleasure. Your hips started to subconsciously move back in time with his hand. Gojo's fingertips could feel how wet you were getting as your slick began to seep through the thin material of your underwear. His cock straining against his sweatpants, desperate to feel you on him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Gojo roughly grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back. You let out a squeak as you collided with the yoga mat, your legs over your sensei's shoulders. Eyes wide you looked at Gojo as he smirked up at you, sending a wink your way as his thumb slowly pushed your panties to the side. He didn't hesitate to dive between your thighs, his tongue licking a bold stripe from your folds to your clit, lips latching on and sucking.

Your legs started shaking, already close from earlier. You felt one of his fingers tease at your hole before slipping inside you, pumping you slowly as he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your back arched off the mat as a second finger entered, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips, "S-Satoru..." He curled his fingers, reaching a spot that left you cumming around his digits. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him against your center as you rode out your high. You looked down and saw his piercing blue eyes staring back at you, clouded with lust.

Legs still shaking you watched as he sat up, smirking as he brought the two fingers that were coated in your slick up to his lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth - his eyes rolling to back of his head as he tasted you.

The blush coating your face only got redder, feeling the throb between your legs return again. You looked so innocent to him, hair a mess, still coming down from the blissful high of your orgasm. You practically glowed in the low lighting, a faint halo of cursed energy above your head. He crawled on top of you, letting out a growl as he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. With one hand on the back of your neck, you felt his other trail down to your thighs, continuing to tear the leggings off you completely - underwear soon following. Blindly you grabbed at the edge of his sweatpants, struggling to take them off him.

Frustrated you let out a soft groan into his mouth. He pulled away from your kiss for a moment, a trail of spit following your lips as you broke apart. He swiftly tugged down his pants low enough for his length to spring up, slapping against his stomach. Slowly he started to grind against your center, your slick coating his cock. Wordlessly he sat up, bringing you with him. He lined you up perfectly with his cock, letting you slide down on him slowly. You balanced yourself shakily, hands resting on his thighs.

You felt so stretched every time, so full. He rubbed against your walls as you sat, facing him. Pulling you closer his hands went back to your ass, groping and kneading as he guided you up and down his length - lifting and dropping you in a steady rhythm.

Gojo dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, lips sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. After your first orgasm, your nerves felt like they were on fire, every touch from your Sensei sent electricity through your body continuously bringing you closer and closer to your end again.

"Feel good?" He murmured in between leaving marks up and down your neck, biting carefully. "Feel good being stretched on my cock, baby?"

You nodded lightly, leaning into his chest as you rode him. You felt your mind numb as all you could think about was the pleasure spreading.

You snapped out of the sex filled haze when you felt his fingers thumb at your clit, a jolt making you shake and moan loudly "S-sensei."

The moans spurred him on, no longer guiding you but now snapping his hips up into you at a rough pace. You were nearing your second release and Gojo was desperate to feel you come around him.

You were so tired, sweat and slick dripping off your bodies and onto the yoga mat. Your head rested on his shoulder as he fucked you, soft moans spilling from your lips. "That's it baby, look so pretty wrapped around me, squeezing me with your cunt so perfectly."

Gojo brushed the hair sticking to your face away, petting you softly despite the brutal tempo his hips kept. Lifting your head towards him he kissed you again. You responded with the remaining strength you had left in you, moving your body in time with him again. He let out a deep moan, the sound going straight to your core. "M' gonna come." You said, almost breathless at this point, so fucked out and tired from the long day.

Once again his thumb brushed your clit, giving you just enough to tip over the edge, your mind blanking as you spasmed around his cock and in his arms. Your walls milked him as you came. His hips soon stuttering as he joined you in the bliss riding the high out together as you came undone in his arms.

You slumped on his chest, his arms holding you in place. You felt so so safe, "I don't wanna move." You mumbled.

"Then we won't, I'm not going anywhere." You knew he was lying, Gojo was going to leave eventually and it scared you. He was going to leave one day and probably not come back.

"Why don't you take me on missions ever." The thought had been bouncing around in your head for months. Sure it'd been an afterthought as of late but it still crept into your brain at night sometimes. You felt him tense beneath you for a moment.

You half expected Gojo to make a joke to try to get out of answering when he responded, "I'm afraid that if I take you with me you'll get hurt."

"But-" You began ready to defend yourself. You were the best in the class and trained regularly. Gojo of all people knew that.

"Itadori died, (y/n)." Your words quickly died on your tongue, "He's fine now but we both know you wouldn't be as lucky. Think about how we'd all feel if we lost you." He stressed, Gojo's usual playful tone vanishing as he got serious. "I-I can't go through that with you. I can't watch you die, (y/n)."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard his voice begin to crack, you craned your head up to look at him. Tears had begun to form in the edges of his eyes. "I love you, and I can't lose you."

Without thinking you reached your hand up and brought your lips together in a soft kiss. "I love you too, Satoru. I'm not going anywhere either."

That was a lie, just like his was. But in the moment it didn't matter. You had something more than most other sorcerers did.

Love.