You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.

You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

He’s always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.

You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like he’s never seen them before even though he’s literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.

“Fuck… you’re so hot it’s unfair,” he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. “How are you real? Like scientifically? Your body’s insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because I’d be too distracted.”

You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. “You’re rambling again, puppy.”

His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.

“Sorry, sorry..I just...you’re sitting on my dick right now and I can’t think straight.”

You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when he’s losing it.

You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.

“Don’t hide,” you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. “Let me see that face.”

He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.

“Shit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really don’t...”

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jake’s rambling turns into pure gibberish.

“and like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that it’s relevant right now but you’re just so good at this and my brain is melting”

You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.

You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.

“Not yet. I want you inside me.”

Jake nods so fast you’re scared he’ll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. He’s staring like you’re a goddess.

You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He’s thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jake’s hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh my god… you’re so warm and tight and i..I’m gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..”

You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jake’s head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jake’s trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

“Jake,” you pant, “look at me.”

He does, eyes glassy. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t ..I don’t know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like ‘idk bro she’s out of my league’ and they think I’m joking but I’m not..”

You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.

“Harder,” you demand.

He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.

Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. He’s hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.

“You feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,” he babbles, voice hoarse. “I’d do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. I’d even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..”

You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.

“Cum inside me, Jake.”

His eyes roll back. “Shit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesn’t deserve it?”

You nod, nails digging into his back.

He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and he’s gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.

For a minute it’s just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.

Jake doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbles against your skin. “Death by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. “My dumb pup.” he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.

He’s quiet for like… thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.

“Hey, random question did you know that”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Round two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.”

He grins against your neck, already half hard again. “I must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.”