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JAY: Snowballing

wc: 630
warnings: when jay is particularly horny there are mentions of other weird things he ends up doing, reader chokes/suffocates for him, snowballing obv

There's something about being in the heat of the moment for Jay. Where he's so fucking gone that his brain will allow him to do just about anything.

Rainbow kisses, felching, golden showers.

Most of these things are something he probably wouldn't admit to his friends, and it's the same for you considering....you're tasting the majority of body fluids just like him.

But there's something about him when he gets this turned on. The fact that he wants to do such intimate...such embarrassing acts with you, it makes you love him only that much more.

The things he says, the way he moves, the force of which he plunges in and out of you before or after the fact? You're a little obsessed with him like this, and it often leads you to enjoying all of it as long as it's with him.

Snowballing is his newest fixation.

He's gripping both sides of your head, thrusting forward without any rhyme or reason it seems. Relishing in each and every gag, throwing his head back with his eyes rolled only to hang his head moments later with a smirk.

He likes the way you just take it, leaving your mouth slack and open to the point you don't even have to do any of the work aside from blinking up at him with rounded, wide, and glassy eyes.

The pleading looks you lend to him always get him there faster, so he's mindful when he looks at you, dragging his hips back slower now and in a more deliberate and penetrating way. Shoving past the back of your mouth in a painful push just to feel the way your throat constricts around him the same way your pussy does.

And he sits like that, letting your throat jerk him off, cooing at you and wiping your tears with little words of "Almost there baby," and "Look so cute with your mouth full-"

When he says your throat constricts, boy does it. He can see the way you're struggling to breathe as he sits like this, your eyes tearing up more and more.

"Shit," He sighs, knowing he can't hold his orgasm any longer. "Such a perfect mouth." He continues, jerking back quickly and releasing with a long-winded groan.

You realize you're not supposed to swallow this time only because he feels you try, and is quick to stop you.

"No, no, fuck-" He chokes through his own moan. "Don't do that."

"Hold it there."

You do, struggling not to drown and suffocate at the same time with the way his leaking cock stretches your lips out, and the way he just keeps cumming.

You do your best to keep breathing through your nose, tasting each salty rope hit the back of your throat and trying not to let it slide down to your stomach. And it feels like he does this forever, which is great, you think, that you could offer your boyfriend such pleasure.

And when he finally pulls out of your mouth, milking the last bit of cum from his tip against your lips, it's almost instant in the way he falls to his knees in front of you and immediately grabs your face with both hands and licks into your mouth.

Messy, sticky, wet. He hums into the taste, closing his eyes just tilt his head and lick into your mouth deeper. Swapping his cum back and forth. Sucking it into his mouth, only to push it right back into yours before pulling back in a breath and swallowing half of his own load.

He taps your chin now, indicating that you swallow too. And, well, you do. Pulling a pleased hum from his throat before another, far less messy kiss, and a little pat to your head.