Sitting on the couch, reading manga in between commercial breaks while watching anime, eating. That's what you were doing before it happened. It was as simple as a little blink, and suddenly, you were there. Staring wide-eyed, blinking in awe at the school in front of you. Jujutsu Tech. You had to be hallucinating, right? But there was no way that could possibly be true. Not when Satoru Gojo himself was standing right in front of you. There was a lengthy moment of silence, just before he spoke up, "Huh? I wasn't expecting any new students today." He sighs, reaching for his phone and scrolling through his calendar. "Nope, book's clear. So if I'm not getting any new students, then who, or rather, what are you?"
You were stunned. How could any of this possibly be real? It had to be a dream. Maybe you'd fallen asleep, or perhaps you'd been knocked out, or murdered, or-
"You good there, uh, what's your name again?" Gojo tilts his head ever so slightly, trying to recall if he knew you or had seen you somewhere. "I'm... good." You respond, still utterly in shock and awe. "Call me... uh..." You trail off. Were you really about to give your name to a complete stranger? Sure, you'd seen him in the anime, or read about him in the manga, but aside from the brief moments you'd seen, was he really trustworthy? "I'll just call you darling, yeah?" Gojo teases, looking at you as if he was inspecting a bug trapped in a petri dish, or a speck on a piece of glass.
Finally, you speak up. "I don't know how I got here, or if this is even real, or if you're even real." To which, Gojo simply scoffs, "Well of course I'm real, I'm me." He walks closer to you, noticing how out of place you looked. You weren't wearing proper attire, and he couldn't get a reading on if you were a curse user or not. "How about I get you a uniform, get you all settled in, and I'll take you to get a bite to eat. Sound good?" He questions, but doesn't give you time to answer, already leading you towards the school's laundry room, sifting through boxes and piles of clothes to find a uniform in your size. As he passes the uniform off to you, he points to his blindfold. "I'm not looking." Of course you knew otherwise, given that his cursed technique was literally six eyes, but maybe you liked the idea of him "looking" while you changed.
Once you're changed into the uniform, Gojo leads you away from the school grounds and towards a train station, boarding beside you. The train ride was dead silent, everyone in the train car having a mutual respect for everyone else and their own business. Once the train pulls into the station and comes to a stop, Gojo takes your hand and leads you past the bustle of people, weaving through the crowd and right to the strip of storefronts. He takes you to a small bakery, grabbing dango for himself, and whatever you wanted. After all, it's not like he couldn't afford it, the man was loaded.
He happens to take you shopping while snacking on his dango, purchasing almost everything you lay your eyes on for longer than five seconds. How could he not? You were one among the prettiest women he'd ever seen - Otherworldly. And he couldn't be more on the nose. As you're walking side by side, he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours. Night was falling over Tokyo and he knew that he needed to get you somewhere safe before a curse came after you, because he could tell you were not only a non-curse user, but also, that you were "not from around".
He guides you back to the train station, taking the train to the stop nearest to his apartment. "You're not from here, are you?" He whispers close to your ear, his fingers gently tightening around your hand. "You're acting all nervous. I know my reputation precedes me, but damn, I've never seen someone so... Giddy, like you. It's almost like you know me, or perhaps, have seen me around." Of course he already had you completely figured out, and knew you were from a different reality, a different world than his own. He just wanted you to say it.
Noticing how quiet and awkward you looked, an amused look appears on his face. "You know what, I'll toss you a bone. Let me guess - You came from a different world, don't know how you got here, and now you're staring all googly-eyed at the one man you want most but can't have. Correct?" When you give the faintest nod, he whispers near your ear again, his voice dropping to a low, smooth tone. "That's what I thought." Once the train comes to a stop, he leads you to his apartment. "You look at me like I'm some celebrity or something. I mean, I know I'm a hero and all, but you, you look at me like I'm fresh meat."
Gojo hums softly, tugging you towards the bedroom. "You want meat? I'll give you something to chew on." He removes his blindfold, his icy blue eyes gazing into yours. "I'm assuming you have the knowledge of everything I have done, will do, and can do, and with that in mind..." He trails off, taking off his shirt, all while slowly walking you to the bed, sitting you on the edge. "That pretty little mouth of yours seems to get you in an awful lot of trouble, darling. Maybe we should do something about that, what do you think?" He mocks, pulling his belt loose, his pants and underwear dipping just low enough to let his cock spring out.
He rests his left hand on top of your head, guiding you towards him, easing his length, or rather, what you could take of it, into your mouth. "Just like that, babe." He groans, tilting his head back, forcing you to bob your head up and down, letting out the sluttiest moans as his tip hits the back of your throat. "You want to treat me like a celebrity, huh? I'll treat you like a VIP then." He rolls his hips forward, forcing you to take his cock within your mouth, his eyes too busy being wrenched shut in pure pleasure to view the beautiful expression on your face, the way your eyes rolled back, tears threatening to spill over as you struggle to suck without gagging.
After several moments of the most heavenly moans and whines you'd ever heard, thick, hot cum pools in your mouth. Gojo holds the bottom of your face in his own post-orgasmic haze, muttering to you to "Swallow it all". He watches you as you greedily do just that, almost as if it was your greatest pleasure to simply obey his words. Once Gojo pulls out, his thumb wipes the trail of saliva from your lips, leaning down to kiss them gingerly, before laying you back on the bed, opening your legs to slot himself within them. He runs his fingers down over the crotch of your panties, "Wet already and I've hardly even touched you." He whispers as he slowly pulls off your shirt and skirt.
He peppers kisses down your neck and collarbone, down to your breasts, sucking each one gently before pulling away with a faint "pop", hooking his slender fingers under your panties, pulling them down to reveal your sopping wet cunt. He plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, listening to your whines and moans before pulling away, just before you could orgasm. "Ready to take this dick like a good girl?" He whispers close to your face, pressing his lips against yours gently.
Just as he aligns himself with your pussy and thrusts forward, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He breathes heavily, starting out slow, until he feels you loosen up, allowing him to move at a much faster pace. "So good for me..." He mumbles against your lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the plush skin. "Fuck, babe." He groans softly, thrusting deeper than before, his tip nudging into the spongy spot within your pussy that made your eyes roll back with each thrust. After a few more thrusts, Gojo started to get whiny, signaling he was near cumming. "I'm close. You ready to take it? Yeah?" He teases, speaking condescendingly between thrusts. And finally, he cums, hot white semen spilling into you.
Just before you could reach your own orgasm, on the next blink, you're sitting in your living room, on the couch, holding a manga in your grasp. You blink a few times, as if desperate to pull yourself back to wherever you'd just been, on whatever cloud nine heaven let you temporarily visit. After the initial shock, you find yourself shifting uncomfortably on the couch, now having a personal problem to deal with, as well as an undying need to figure out just how to get back to Gojo, and finish what had been started.