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With the cheekiest grin on his face, Satoru grabs your hand and whisks you away from the turbulence.
It's New Years Eve and you two attended a party with a bunch of mutual friends. Satoru was donned in a very nice baby blue button up with his usual sunglasses and some nice slacks. You wore a nice sleek bluish-silver dress. Loud bass blasted through the speakers, lights flashed, people laughed. By now you've had a couple drinks and are a bit tipsy. You even started to grind your ass on Satoru in the heat of the moment as things were racking up for the last hour of the year, and he welcomed it fully, grinding his crotch right back with his big hands holding onto your waist. After a bit of that, you lost him in the crowd and began dancing with your friends, shouting the lyrics to one of your favorite songs that came on. It was a quarter before twelve when Gojo found you again and ushered you into a different room, the muffled sounds of the loud music audible through the thin walls.
"Satoru, what is it, I was kinda having the time of my life out th-" You begin to protest before he brings his finger to your lips to shut you up. He dragged you into a bedroom and you can barely process whats going on before he shuts and locks the door with a click and shuffles close to you, pushing you against the door. You can smell something sweet on his breath, possibly alcohol, but it was hard to tell, as he stares you down with lust filled eyes. As much as you loved Satoru, now was not the time to get down and dirty. "Satoru, I love you, you know I do, but I wanna be there for the countdown," You break it to him gently with an amused smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. You attempt to reach for your pocket to grab your phone to check the time. That's when he presses his crotch against you causing you to feel his hard-on very clearly.
"You're stayin' here with me tonight, kay? Having your ass on me like that is a tempt I wont resist," He breathes, slipping his hand into your pocket and taking your phone.
"Satoru-" He hoists you up with ease and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist to keep your balance as he carries you to the unmade messy bed—presumably for guests. Your body acted before your brain, but the alcohol must be getting to you because at this point you don't particularly mind the feeling of his boner pressed against you now. When he sets you down on the bed, legs still wrapped around him, he places your phone within arms length, though with the way your legs were tangled up around him you wouldn't be able to reach it.
"C'mere... s'getting hot in here and I wanna taste your lips already," He murmurs with a grin and slightly strained voice, grabbing your face and pulling it towards his own, crashing his lips against yours. His tongue slides in your mouth as he kisses you sloppily, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. You tighten your legs around his waist, causing him to involuntarily thrust into you as a moan escapes his mouth. Wow, he really wants this. Not that you were against it. When he pulls away to take a breath, you glance at your phone. 11:50. So you really were gonna miss the countdown.
With a whimper and a bite to his lip, his hands slither down to your thighs to slip up under your dress. He thumbs the hem of your underwear desperately, trying to get it off. With a snort of amusement, you decide to help the process along by fumbling around to undo his belt. You've had sex with him... too many times to count, but every time you see his hard cock your breath always catches in your throat. Seeing it throb against his boxers like that nearly made a moan escape your mouth, but you suppress it, as Satoru finally slips your undies off from under your dress. When he slips his boxers off, you can finally see it in its full glory, plump tip already leaking with precum. Jeez, did you grinding on him like that turn him on that much?
"Ah... Gonna go straight in, okay?" With a guilty smile, not even at least preparing your wet pussy to take his sizable cock, he shoves it straight in, his lack of prep and gentlemanly patience catching you by surprise. Your thighs jolt and a hiss escapes your mouth as your nails dig into his thighs. It hurts, it's too much too quick, and a cold rush of pain, sudden stimulation, but nonetheless pure ecstasy, overcome you. He realizes his haste, even through his haze of lust, so he leans in to place a weak kiss on your lips as an apology, but he doesn't stop. He continues to indulge in his selfish desire of using your pussy to his heart's content.
"F-fuck you, you little shit," You stutter out while he continues to kiss- or more like slobber all over your lips. Those words seem to do something to him and his body seems to shake with pleasure, moaning out your name. So Satoru likes being degraded. Noted.
Anyway, he's fucking desperate. With each thrust into you he whines loudly. You could still hear the booming music of the party happening. You wonder if anyone knows that your boyfriend is getting himself off on you right next to all the loud music and dancing and drinks clinking, and Jesus he's increasing the pace real quick, and it's crazy how short he lasts. Your dripping wet cunt finally begins to adjust to his thick cock as he slings your legs over his shoulders to get better access.
His balls are slapping against your ass at this point as he thrusts into you like a dog in heat. His face is pressed against your neck, making it easier to hear his needy moans with each push into you, until he finally cums inside you. When he fills you up, the feeling earns a moan out of you, the sensation of feeling filled up with Satoru's cum sending a welcomed wave of euphoria up your spine. You glance over to your phone check the time, noting it saying 11:53. Its almost endearing how quick he finishes. He usually finishes fast, but not this fast.
But he keeps going. Even despite his cum squelching out of your hole with each thrust, splashing onto the sheets around you, he keeps going. He's looking straight into your eyes now with a determined expression, despite how tired he already looks. And it finally clicks for you, that he's trying to get you to cum. He wasn't using your pussy to get himself off. It was almost like he was racing against the clock, seeing who would win, him or the time.
Sweat trickles down his forehead. He's clearly super overstimulated. The sight of his flushed face and his tongue rolled out of his mouth is a sight to fucking see. You actually really liked seeing him like this. That was new. Damn, just how drunk were the both of you?
It was only a matter of time before he came again, and that only brings you even closer to your own climax. Cum splashes out with every move he makes. He's getting sloppy. You don't think he's gonna last until twelve. He's a fucking mess. His head is hanging low, sweat drenched hair concealing his eyes. He's letting out high pitched whimpers every damn second, and he's desperately grabbing up your body under your dress. Oh my god, he's trying so hard, and you kinda—no, really loved it.
Now your heart is racing. On a whim, you grab his head by his hair and yank it up to force him to look at you while he works. You're both unsure where that came from, but it nonetheless earns another orgasm out of him. But he's waning. This is gonna milk Satoru dry. You look him in the eye as he continues to roll his hips into you. He stares back at you with pleading eyes. There's tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. Holy shit. What was with this man tonight and why was he being so damn... pathetic. This muscular, egotistical, Jujutsu sorcerer God had cum three times in under ten minutes and he was crying about it. The shock on your face makes him worse. His whole body is trembling at this point and he looks like he was on the verge of collapse from the sheer level of overstimulation. And then he does. He falls over onto you, face crashing against your stomach, yet his ass still moves forward and back, cum drenched cock barely still thrusting into you, though slower now.
The sudden pause in stimulation trips you up and you glance at the clock on your phone. 11:58. He was groaning against your stomach, humping back and forth, breathing labored. With a groan, he pulls out, but without even thinking you grab him by the hair yet again and shove his face in between your legs, needing something, any kind of contact or friction there to keep the train going. Immediately he goes to work with his tongue on your hard throbbing clit, finding it easily, as if thats where he was meant to be all along. He falls into a rhythm of sucking on it after lapping it clean from his cum with his tongue. You keep your hand in his hair, grip tightening with each second that goes by. Satoru's face between your legs like this causes your thighs to tense up, and you end up inadvertently squeezing his head with them. A muffled moan comes from him and you could feel the vibration of it against your pussy. A growl rises in your throat as you could finally feel yourself approaching your climax again.
As your hips begin to thrust against his face, coupled with his tight grip on your thighs and his incessant moaning and sucking, you finally cum, your fluids rushing out of you with a jitter of your abdomen. Satoru immediately laps it all up, even though most of it covers his face. Almost instinctively, you glance over to your phone, vision blurred quite a bit in the daze of your climax, but you can just about make out 12:02.
He didn't make it in time. But you certainly aren't disappointed. You let your head hit the pillow behind your head and let out a satisfied sigh. You're surprised you even failed to hear the countdown to the new year from outside the room. You notice Satoru looking at your phone to confirm the time as well. Weakly turning his gaze to you, with a delirious smile, he whispers, "We've... we've been fucking since last year."
The most smug look forms on his face. So that was his plan all along. He wasn't racing against the clock, he was just trying to fuck you until the clock struck twelve just so he could make this stupid corny joke to you. How goddamn drunk was he?
Then you remember, Satoru doesn't drink. Not a drop in this life. This man is sober as they come.
He's just like that.
You cannot believe you fell in love with this man.
You slap him on the cheek lightly to chastise him. "You're obnoxious." And he just giggles. Cutely. Before grabbing you and pulling you up into his arms.
"Happy New Year," He murmurs with exhaustion evident in his hoarse voice. His face burrowed its way in between your tits.
You look down at him warmly, not being able to suppress the affectionate smile that now formed on your face. You stroke his hair softly, giving it gentle scratches here and there. He lets out a sigh of contentment. You can faintly hear that song that always plays whenever the New Year arrives coming from outside the room. What is it, Auld Lang Syne? The steady rhythm of Satoru's breathing grounds you, bringing you back down to earth. And the way you could see a beam of moonlight travel through the blinds and wash over Satoru's daintily draped body and tastefully messy hair? Blissful. Just blissful.
Grabbing his face by the cheeks, you raise his head to search his eyes before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. His cheeks flush and his snowy eyelashes flutter. Your heart swells.
"Happy New Year, Satoru," You whisper to him fondly. Cheesy as it sounds, this year is off to a not-so-bad start, you suppose.