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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, argument, making up, kissing, oral (f rec), biting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, general filth with fluff ending
Word Count: 2.4k | unedited
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"Oh.. my god." You huff, your hands slamming down against your thighs, "You didn't not just fucking say that to me?!"
"I just asked a fucking question." Jake responded, his eyes on you, "You can't just get pissed off at me for asking a simple question, y/n."
"No, Jake, that literally wasn't a simple question. A simple question would be, is blank okay for dinner or is it okay if blank comes over for a little bit." You laugh, fighting back the tears, "You asked, if you could go hang out with your friends when you know damn well she's going to be there."
"She isn't-"
"just.. Shut up for one second." You snap and he looks at you in surprise, "Fine. You may have the floor."
"You're such a fucking asshole." You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you turn away.
"Seriously, y/n?" Jake walks after you, "We're not done talking about this."
"What?" You turn around, "About how she clearly wants us to break up and you're perfectly fine hanging out with her?"
"She knows her place, y/n. I promise."
You laugh, "She knows her place? Do you know how fucking stupid that sounds? Why not just cut her off? She's a threat to our relationship, Jake."
"She's not a threat."
"Why are you still defending her?" You ask, your voice going up a few octaves, "Oh my god. See. You literally.. oh my god.."
"What? I literally what, y/n?" Jake crosses his arms and you take a deep breath, "I know.. how girls work, Jake. You show up without me, and yeah.. it might start off with you sitting with your friends hanging out and talking but then she'll find her moment, find that one little crack that she can weasel her way into and next thing you know-"
"Okay, okay, okay." Jake shakes his head as he waves his hand, "Now hold on a damn minute, you're making it seem like I'm going to go there, cheat on you, and just not tell you about anything."
You stand there as he keeps talking, "Do you not trust me?"
"I never said that."
"Sure as fuck seems like you don't. You know you can call me, text me, tell me to come home and I'm here." Jake sighs, "I just-"
"That's not.." you groan, "You just don't care enough about my feelings enough apparently." You roll your eyes, taking a deep breath, "Just go. Tell your friends I said hi or whatever."
