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Toge owes alot to Gojo.

He knows he does. Gojo saved him, gave him shelter and let him live out his life without have to run and hide for once.
Gojo was the one who agreed to take responsibility for him, willingly fought for his life. For Toge's life, someone who should've been killed the moment he was born.

So Toge should be grateful. And he is, he really is. Gojo is, his savior, his now teacher.
Gojo saved his life. He gave him a chance at one.

Giving Gojo his virginity in return should be nothing, right?

"Quiet, quiet.." Gojo's voice echoes through the dark room, the only source of light being the moon shining in at the peek of the thin curtains. "The walls aren't soundproof. You can't be loud, Toge."

He's trying. He's been holding his breath for the past minute, trying, trying so hard not to make a noise. But it becomes increasingly difficult the more Gojo slides his cock into him, Toge feels like the air is being pushed slowly but surely out of his lungs.
He can't disappoint Gojo. He has to hold in the scream, he has to stay quiet even when his hole is being stretched to a point Toge never knew was even possible. He feels nothing but excruciating pain. Is sex really this painful?

"Almost, Toge.. I'm.. hah, halfway in.." Gojo coos again. His larger hands are at both sides of Toge's head, clutching the soft mattress. The man was freakishly tall, and on top of someone on the shorter side like Toge.. Gojo would have to strain his neck in this position to even make eye contact.
The teen was practically bent in half, his eyes glued to the way Gojo's dick was pushing into his body. He could barely see anything, but he could tell there was still a long way to go.

Gojo must've gotten impatient, because the moment Toge opened his mouth to catch some air, Gojo slammed right inside making the bed ride up slightly.
It felt like his insides were just torn apart, he couldn't help but let out a small scream. Gojo quickly covered his mouth, Toge could feel the man's smile as he spoke to him.

"Shh..shh.. You're doing so well. It's okay, it'll be over soon.." Which, was most likely a lie. "F-fuck, you're so tight.. It really hurts, h-haha. Maybe I s, should've bought some lube.."

"Sorry about that.. N..Next time I will.." God, how Toge's eyes just burned up hearing that. The promise of a 'next time' ever even happening, it got too much.
Toge feels shitty for crying at that. Because he shouldn't, he should've expected it, he shouldn't dread spending time with his dear sensei.

He tries to convince himself he doesn't, but every second that passes, he fails more miserably.
Instead, he decides to focus on the pain, and Gojo's soothing voice.

Toge wasn't provided with the luxury of even looking at Gojo's face as the man violated his body, it's either stare at Gojo's chest or stare down where their bodies are connected.
The position Toge's in is awkward. He finds himself squirming alot just to seek some form of comfort, he really just felt like some kind of dog through and through.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't resist, he couldn't do anything but take it. All because the love he had for Gojo, he has to endure it, he has to make it up to the one who saved his life somehow.

Toge lets his tears flow freely when Gojo's hips starts to move. He whimpers, cries, but makes sure to keep the volume down as much as possible. Gojo told him his dorm was right between 'Maki' and 'Panda's room.
Toge doesn't know who they are, what they're like, but he's the newcomer. He has to make a good impression, right? Right.

"Gh.. Toge, you're so.. c..ute.. You're my favorite, Toge.. don't tell the others, t-they'll get j..jealous.." Gojo moans shamelessly. He sounds high, constantly slurring over his words, completely lost in the pleasure. Probably stopped acknowledging Toge's emotions too. It was so different from the Gojo he first met, with his obnoxiously loud voice and how he even speaks too quickly at times.
The teen's cries were drowned out by Gojo's mindless rambling, he kept going on about how amazing Toge felt, how tightly he was clenching around Gojo's cock, how he's glad that he took Toge's virginity before anyone else.

Toge's amethyst eyes brim with tears, blurring his vision. His neck hurts, his legs hurts, his whole body hurts. But it's nothing compared to the aching in his heart. Why does it hurt so much? Toge doesn't understand either. He just wants to please his sensei, but he also prays for it to end as soon as possible.
Atleast Gojo was being gentle. It's not the man's fault his cock is huge. He's probably holding back as much as possible, for Toge. So he has to be grateful. He can't let Gojo down. He can take the pain if he just tries.

It hurts. It hurts so damn much.

Toge's breathing starts to quicken when he feels the slightest movement from Gojo. He clamps his eyes shut, it doesn't help to do anything but instead just makes it more unbearable. At this point, Toge just wants Gojo to get it over with.
The slow pace was killing him inside. The impure thoughts are eating him up alive. He hates how he hates this, he hates how he wants Gojo to stop, he hates how badly he wanted Gojo to leave him alone.

Toge hates how the pain is making him think negatively about Gojo. When all he should be is grateful, glad that someone even cared about him.
Toge can cry all he wants, but he can't disappoint Gojo.

"I'm.. gunna start.. m-moving now, pretty." Gojo's voice rings out. "T..tell me to stop i..if it gets too much." It got too much when Gojo only had the tip in. But that doesn't matter, Toge can't say anything. He has to try to endure it.
The sickening sound of squelching fills the room, along with Gojo's groans and Toge's soft cries. Until it got faster, louder.

The bed starts to creak, bouncing up and down in rhythm with Gojo's thrusts. Toge felt like his guts were getting rearranged to accommodate Gojo's size everytime Gojo speeds up even in the slightest.
He's never been so full in his life. Through his teary eyes he could still see the way Gojo's cock bobbed in and out of his body, making his stomach bulge out.

At some point Gojo started to caress that particular spot too. Poking his dick through the soft skin of Toge's belly.
Overstimulation took over when that large hand moved to stroke Toge's small, pink cock instead. Toge's eyes widened, his breathing becoming even more labored at the contact.

His sensitive member twitched with each pump, he cried and cried when all he could hear, feel, and see was Gojo.
Toge starts to hyperventilate, his eyes darting wildly around the room as if to find an escape route. In a panic, he hits Gojo's chest weakly, to no avail.

The older male was too focused on chasing his own pleasure, he forgot about Toge long ago.

"..S..St- Stop, stop.." Toge mutters, his cursed speech clumsily aimed and just ended up rolling off of Gojo's body in streaks of cursed energy.

"Stop- stop, pl..ease.." He tries again. And Gojo finally noticed him.

The man pauses, stopping only for a second. Toge could feel his gaze burning down on him. His throat suddenly aches a tad bit.

"Y..You have to s..say my n-name for.. it to work.... I think.." Gojo says, his breathing is heavy, like he's out of breath.

"G-Gojo, s-stop.."

"Try.. haah, try 'Satoru'."

"Satoru, s-stop, pl..ease.."

"Err.. maybe it's.. 'Satoru-sensei'.." Gojo instructs, his hips still moving back and forth, he doesn't sound like he's paying attention to his own words either.

"S-Satoru-sensei, stop-"

Toge's mouth overflows with blood in the matter of seconds, making the teen choke on the thick substance as he holds his throat with his hands.
Gojo's eyes roll back at the way Toge seems to tighten with each cough.. and the way his named rolled off the boy's tongue, each word infused with cursed energy that's sent straight to Gojo's groin.

"Oh,.. uh, oops. Well I'm not a cursed speech expert.. my bad, haha.." Gojo chuckles, completely indulging in the feeling of Toge's hot insides wrapped around his pulsing cock. "I think may..be it's because you.. don't have-.. I'll teach you tomorrow, mkay..? Probably."

Toge couldn't register Gojo's words, the blood streaming down both sides of his mouth seemed endless, even when he squeezed his own throat with as much strength he could muster up, it felt feeble.
Toge's vision starts to blur, his mind was reeling, panicking internally as his throat continued to bleed raw. Yet Gojo doesn't take notice, and he continues to thrust into Toge's soft hole, acknowledging only the pleasure that Toge gave him.

Toge's eyes snaps open, there was a faint, lingering metallic taste on the tips of his tongue.
His eyes squints, blinking a dozen times to adapt to the light source. It's morning. Gojo's nowhere to be seen.

His whole body is aching. He's sore. There's something sticky in between his legs that's definitely not blood. Toge doesn't bother lifting his blankets up to see.
The teen sits there for what felt like an eternity, processing the situation. But his head was spinning, he could barely even remember what happened.

Toge's eyes land on a piece of paper.

A note, from Gojo. Telling him he passed out last night, but to not worry because Gojo continued anyways. And then a half-assed apology for leaving without cleaning up first.

A poorly drawn, mini Gojo with a stupid smile was at the bottom right corner. Some sort of signature, probably.