+𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝑬+ (𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 x Gojo)

PWOOSEY

Y/n ended up leaving Gojo's house after he suggested they get high and watch spongebob. It wasn't like she didn't want to do it but she'd already seen spongebob 10,000 times.

Anyway, she was now at work again since it was Thursday— her non-off day.

"Y/n!!!!! We have a new addition to the family." Yaga pointed at another ebony woman standing beside him. "Please welcome Zahlia accordingly."

"Of-course, senpai!" Y/n said, directing Zahlia out of the room to the corridor.

"Wassup, my name is l/n. Call me y/n, though."

"wassup. I'm Zahlia. I'm 16."

"You 16??? You a new sorcerer?" Y/n inspected Zahlia. From the way she stood to the way she patted her Afro every chance she got.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to be working with some nigga named Gojo." She announced.

"That's your teacherrrr. I'm dead." Y/n laughed. "But yeah you supposed to work with him."

"Where his class at?"

"In a whole 'nother building. You wanna walk with me?"

"Why not."

Zahlia and Y/n arrived at Gojo's classroom. She waved at Nanami and dropped off Zahlia. Just as she was about to leave Gojo pulled her out of the classroom and pinned her against the wall.

"Hey, stranger." He said.

"Boy get off me." Y/n pushed his tall lanky ass off him.

"Damn, I thought you were feeling me."

"Well you thought wrong." Y/n scoffed. "Anyway, make sure that little black girl doesn't have any problems in this class."

"Will do, mama."

"These names. NIGGA MY NAME IS Y/N." Gojo grinned. "Call me that or don't call me at all."

"Am I gonna see you tonight, mama?"

"No. Fuck no."

"What do you mean "fuck"? You know you love me." Gojo smiled.

"Aren't you supposed to be teaching these kids?" Y/n asked.

"Oh shit— this isn't over y/n." He rushed back into the classroom, ashamed.

Time skip (10:55 AM)

"Hey, y'all." Y/n walked to the front of her classroom, cracking her gaze at an overly excited Zahlia. Whatever she did in Gojo's class must've cheered her up.

"Today, we won't really be doing any math."

"Yes!!!!!" Y/n heard coming from the left of the classroom.

"You know there's only like 4 of y'all in here, right? I know y'all's voices by now."

"Oh shit- I just don't like math." Itadori announced.

"ANYWAY... today we're gonna partner up and brainstorm." Y/n announced and started passing out blank pieces of paper.

"So we still doin work?" Zahlia asked.

"Yurrrp!"

"Damn— I mean dang."

Y/n side-eyed her.

"Watch your mouth in my class."

"What exactly are we brainstorming, y/n-sensei?" Megumi asked, flipping his paper from the back to the front and vice versa.

"Good question, Megumi!" Y/n gave Megumi a pat on the back, making his face light up. "We will be brainstorming anything. Literally anything you want that has something to do with cursed techniques and how to better your cursed energy!"

"Oh...thanks." Megumi responded.

"What's a cursed technique?" Zahlia asked.

Nobara scoffed. "It's the power you have, dumbass."

"I just told her watch her mouth, what you think imma tell you?" Y/n looked at Nobara.

"To watch my mouth....I'm sorry." Nobara turned and faced Zahlia. "It's the power you have, dumb-butt."

Zahlia laughed. "Much better, sweetheart."

Nobara blushed and looked away.

"Anyway, get started y'all. If you have any questions— ah shit."

Y/n says, interrupted by Gojo waltzing into her classroom and sitting in her chair.

"Not this nigga."

"Nigga? Who?" Zahlia asked.

"Watch y'all mouths." Y/n cautioned. "Anyway like I was saying before this big dummy came in here; if you have any questions please come to my desk and ask it!"

"Hey, are we allowed to work together?" Gojo asked, then laughed.

"Imma beat yo —."

Itadori laughed. "Nah but really, can we work together?"

"Just don't be too loud." Y/n advised.

"Of course!" Itadori pushed his desk next to Megumi's, causing Megumi to sigh and roll his eyes.

Y/n walked back over to her desk. She stood directly in front of Gojo who was sitting in her chair. Gojo wrapped his hands around y/n's waist and butt, leaving butterflies in her stomach.

"...my seat." Y/n mumbled, looking away.

"Yes? What about it?" Gojo asked. He knew he made her flustered. He squeezed her ass even tighter.

"I need to sit in it."

"You mean on , right?"

"You know what I mean nigga." She looked down at Gojo's raging erection. "Not in my class. Not ever."

Gojo sucked his teeth. "Damn. What about—"

"Nope!" Y/n beamed. "Now get your hands off me." She whispered.

"Fine." Gojo dropped his hands. "I can't get up though."

"What? Where am I supposed to sit?"

"My lap." Gojo smirked.

"Y'know what, okay."

"HUH?~"

"Next time I come to your house, I'm sitting on your lap." Y/n says.

"Are you ready to go to my place right now?"

"No. Now get the fuck out of my seat."

Gojo mumbled something under his breath. "How am I gonna fix this?"

"Pull your shirt down and walk to the staff bathroom." Y/n instructed. "Or don't. I don't care. Just get out of my seat."

"Fine." Gojo did as she instructed— like a good boy 🤷🏾‍♀️— and her seat was hers.

"Before I go—." Gojo ran back over to her desk. "You're coming to my house on Saturday, right?"

"We'll see, Gojo."

"See you then."