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hangjie · 2 years

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ROLE REVERSAL !

summary. you're fed up with gojo's teasing and you give him a taste of your own medicine

pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader

content/warning. swearing, frenemies to lovers (?), senpai/kouhai dynamic, explicit content, sub!gojo, handjob, nipple play, teasing, edging, public, praise, humiliation/degradation, mentions of pegging ( MINORS, PLEASE DNI ! )

word count. 2.6k

author's note. omg i haven't wrote in so long and this has been in my drafts for 8 months?? so enjoy this v overdue gojo smut HJDFKSHJKH get your holy water bc it's sinning time

(y/l/n) - your last name

gojo satoru.

your upperclassman. your colleague. your co-teacher at jujutsu high.

the person you despise the most.

you knew him since you were a first-year and him, a second-year and he has always teased you about anything and everything but most especially since you were his underclassman. whenever you both saw each other in the halls, he always flashed one of his annoying smiles and greets you with a “good morning, kouhai-kun.” during missions, if you defeated a curse, he teased you by saying things like “you’ll soon be a second-grade sorcerer like your senpai, my little kouhai.”

what an egotistical asshole.

at first, you weren’t bothered by his teasing because he is your senpai after all and he didn’t know you that well but he still continued after he got to know you, which irritated you to your core. you felt like he was looking down at you and underestimating you just because you were younger than him, and you also had a name, you know?

you told him countless times that you didn’t want to be referred to as his kouhai all the time but being the aggravating little shit he is, he still continued and since then, you’ve disliked him. thank heavens that he wasn’t in your year because if he did, you didn’t know how you’d survive.

it's not like you hate him with all of your guts because he did have a reason to boast himself and you both worked well together but he's like a troublesome man child to you (and to others, most likely).

after graduation, you thought that you’d escape the presence of gojo satoru forever and you were relieved that you wouldn't see or hear his voice calling you that annoying nickname anymore but deep down, you craved for it. a part of you liked him calling you that, as much as you hate to admit it.

'my little kouhai.'

it made you feel like you were his, his special little underclassman.

so here he is, sitting beside you in a cafe as he rambles on about anything and everything that comes into his mind.

you can feel the vein in your temples aching as you tried to block out his voice but he just keeps on talking. you sigh and bring one of your hands to your face, rubbing your eyebrows in exasperation.

you peek from your hand and see the first-years in front of you having mixed reactions. yuuji, who is seated in front of gojo, is listening attentively to whatever bullshit gojo is talking about, nobara, who is in front of me, is distracting herself with her phone meanwhile megumi, who is stuck in the middle, has a stoic, almost bored, face as he listens.

you let out another sigh before staring out the windows of the cafe, the palm of your hand holding your chin up. you were zoning out of the conversation and into your small world. your eyelids start to feel heavy, making you close them as the voices around you became distant noises.

"(y/n)!" your eyes snap open as you turn your head back. "what?" you ask, eyeing the masked man beside you with one of your eyebrows raised in confusion. "nothing. i was just making sure that you weren't zoning out or anything." he laughs and you feel the veins on your temples ache more.

"asshole," you mumble as you roll your eyes.

"hm? what was that?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head towards your direction and you have to stop yourself from punching him square in the face. "nothing, nothing." you wave your hand, motioning for him to continue whatever he was saying before going back to your previous position.

gojo knew that you were exhausted since both of you spent the whole day exorcising curses and got back to jujutsu high just a few hours before but he forced you to go with him to a cafe with the first years because he 'missed' them. you didn't want to and were planning to stay behind but gojo said that the trio missed you terribly and you didn't want to disappoint them, so you went to the cafe with a scowl. he really knows how to get on your nerves.

"senseis?" you hear yuuji ask, catching both your and gojo's attention. "i just wanted to ask, how did the two of you meet? i'm curious since (y/l/n)-sensei seems like they hate you but they're still hanging out with you." this question sparks the attention of megumi and nobara as they agree.

"yeah. (y/l/n)-sensei, you always look annoyed when you're with gojo-sensei but here you are, sitting beside him in a cafe," megumi points out.

"because he's a little prick and i feel like i'm in hell whenever i'm with him." you scowl at the bright-haired man beside you as he chuckles. he puts his arms behind his head as he leans back in his seat. "(y/n) and i went to jujutsu high together, they're one of my underclassmen. we exorcised curses and went on missions together, didn't we, (y/n)?" he prolongs the last syllable as you roll your eyes.

"yeah, and i wish i exorcised you instead of those curses. i'd rather live with those curses than you."

"oi! that's no way to talk to your senpai, (y/n)." he giggles like a toddler and he turns back to the first years. "plus, i know for a fact that they don't want to be away from me even if they do hate me. i mean, that's the reason why you became a teacher at jujutsu high, right, my little kouhai?" you feel your entire body tense up at his last words.

there it is. there's that stupid nickname. the nickname that you hate and love so much, the nickname that makes you want to punch gojo satoru in the face, the nickname that makes me want to grip the collar of his jacket and kiss him until we can't breathe, the nickname that makes you want to strip him and put him in his place.

you slam your palms on the table and stand up, agitated to the core. you grab the collar of gojo's jacket as you drag him outside the cafe, him squirming. "oi, oi, oi! what're you doing, (y/n)?!" he tries to escape your grip but you only tighten it as you drag him across the pavement outside the cafe, your figures being seen from inside, making the first-years look at each other with eyebrows raised.

"i'll bet on all of the yen in my wallet that they'll fuck at the alleyway behind the cafe," nobara says as yuji high-fives her in acceptance of her bet. "deal."

you slam gojo's body against the hard surface of the wall. he looks at you with confusion written all over his face and a slight trace of fear in his eyes. although he's the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, he can't help but feel scared at the sight of you fuming.

"(y/n), calm down—"

"calm down? calm down?! i've been calm for years but i've had enough!" you exclaim, your voice echoing throughout the walls of the small alleyway beside the cafe. you take a step towards the tall man you've known for years and lean as close as you can to his face. "you've known each other for years yet you still don't know a thing about me, satoru. you don't know anything," you spat.

"but isn't that why you became a teacher? because i become one?" gojo looks at you with one of his eyebrows raised in question. you groan and push away him, bringing your hands up to your hair in frustration at the tall man in front of you.

"for fuck's sake, not everything is about you, satoru! you do not have the right to tell my students why i became a teacher because it is my business, not yours!" you point an accusing finger at gojo as the anger inside of you only grows by seconds. you run your hands over your face and curse under your breath as you thought what the first-years now think of you. desperate? probably.

although, maybe he's right. maybe he's the reason why you became a teacher at jujutsu high. maybe that's why you're so mad at him, because he knew of your attraction towards him despite all the eye rolls and middle fingers toward him.

i mean, it's not like he's the only reason why you joined jujutsu high. ever since your days as a student, you've always wanted to be a teacher, to educate and coach the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers the same way you were taught but when you heard that gojo started teaching, you too filed for a position as one of the teachers afterward.

"look, i'm sorry, (y/n). i'm so sorry and i know that it's none of my business and look i'll make it up to you . . ." he trailed on but all you could think about was how he embarrassed you, how you want him to have a taste of his own medicine, how you want to kiss those plump lips of his hard until he's gasping for air, how you want him on his knees begging for your forgiveness as you firmly press the sole of your shoes on his bulging crotch.

listening to him saying his sorries only fueled your sexual frustration. you start to fantasize about him begging you to stop while you pound into him from behind, him promising to not upset you anymore while he covers his face shyly while you ride his cum-covered cock.

you couldn't take it anymore, so you finally snap.

you approach gojo again as he apologized. you lean towards his face like before, only this time, closer. gojo quiets, looking at you with confusion. "(y/n)? w-what're you doing?" he asks as he backs up on the alley wall until his back is pressed up against it.

you only murmur "payback," before you grab his face and press your lips against his hard. gojo lets out a surprised noise but he quickly kisses you back, just as hard.

he tries to put his hands on your waist but you pull away from his lips and lightly slap his hands away from you. "no touching unless i say so. got it?" you order and he visibly gulps, nodding his head which makes you smirk. "good boy," you praise before kissing him again.

as your tongue explores gojo's mouth, your hands that were holding his face slowly lower to his chest, rubbing the areas where his nipples should be with your thumb. he lets out a small moan, which makes you smile on his lips before you pull away to start taking off his top. he lets out a surprised noise and grips your hands, halting your movement. "w-wait! we're in public, (y/n). can w-we do this somewhere else?"

"and we leave our precious little first-years here? i don't think so." you batt your eyelashes at him in fake worry before you resume taking off his top until his chest is exposed to you.

your thumbs resume rubbing and playing with his nipples until they're hard. gojo let out whines and moans, and you stop. "does it feel good?" you ask and he only nods, making you frown. "use your words, baby."

"mhmm . . . it feels really good," he moans, covering his mouth with his palm as you chuckle. "look at you. practically melting as i tease your nipples and i haven't even touched your cock yet." you lean towards his ear and whisper, "such a slut." gojo lets out a loud moan, making you let out a chuckle again. "don't moan too loud or else, people will hear you." you mischievously smile at him. "unless that's what you want." gojo bites his bottom lip and squirms. "oh, so you want to get caught?" he shakes his head. "then don't let out a sound or else i stop."

you then start to unbuckle and unzip his pants until his cock springs free. you giggle when you see his throbbing head already leaking precum and dripping down his length. "aww, were you that excited for me to touch you?" you coo and gojo nods again, his cheeks warming up in humiliation from having his dick out in public.

"then beg for me to touch you."

"please (y/n), please touch me. please stroke my hard cock in this alleyway." you look up and think about it in a fake manner. "hmm, you didn't beg hard enough."

"please (y/n)! my cock is throbbing hard for you. i'll let you do anything to me. just please touch me," he says, his voice dripping with desperation, just the way you like it. "good boy," you giggle and wrap your hand around his hard cock.

you stroke his cock, starting with his tip, but it's enough to make gojo squirm in front of you. "p-please stop teasing, (y/n)." you smirk up at him. "since you asked so nicely," you smugly say before pumping his cock hard and fast with the help of his precum. he lets out a loud moan before one of his hands reach up to cup his mouth, muffling his pants and moans.

"yeah? you like that? you like your little kouhai playing with you?" you chuckle. "you present yourself so smugly in front of people but here you are, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, submitting to me like an obedient slut." gojo whines in response, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as his head tips back.

"i'm your obedient little slut. i'm yours, i'm all yours." hearing him say that makes you let out a groan yourself, feeling yourself get wet before you lick a long stripe on one of his nipples. you feel gojo tremble from your action and he nearly combusts when you blow air on his wet nipple and do the same with the other one.

he didn't know that you could do something like this. he never expected this to come from you since you acted like you hate his entire existence. he knew that you were attracted to him (honestly, who doesn't?) but he didn't know that it was this intense but was he complaining? no, especially since he's so close to cumming all over your pretty hands.

"i-i'm c-c-close," he whispers, afraid that he might let out another moan that would cause passersby to hear and be curious. you look up at him and hum. "hmm? does my slut wanna cum?" gojo frantically nods his head as he feels your hand go faster. "y-yes please. wanna cum f-for you." you smirk and pull away from his nipple.

"then," you drag the last syllable before you completely stop. "too bad for you because you can't." gojo's head snaps towards you and you nearly laugh out loud at the pure shock and confusion on his face. "b-b-but—" he tries to reason but you cut him off. "this is what you get for humiliating me in front of our students." you push away from him and fix your appearance before turning your back towards him.

"now, fix yourself and let's get back to them before they start looking for us." you walk back towards the cafe as gojo looks at you, his hard cock throbbing even more from not cumming. he hurriedly zips his clothes back and fixes his hair before running to catch up after you.

as you walk back to the trio with gojo trailing behind you, hair and clothes disheveled and the obvious tent in his pants, they only looked at the both of you in disgust as yuji hands nobara all the yen he has in his pocket.

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