01 02 ﹕ running a secret hate account against mayor!jake while being his favorite journalist (and secret crush) definitely won’t backfire. right? right…
last chapter, he signed a new executive order just for you. what will he do this time? (spoiler alert: he's willing to fight a fellow mayor just for your attention!) ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
CONTAINS ౿ ݁ . downbad mayor!jake x "hater" journalist!femreader ♡ romcom crack smau ✶ profanity, use of y/n (her accounts: angelkisses & hotgirlssupremacy), very chaotic lol.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— lowk the article is based on my research paper ;3 & i wanted to practice editing, so i designed a website 4 katnews! ><
anw so sorry for the long wait! but here’s pt2, happy reading!♥️ likes, reblogs, comments r always appreciated, mwah ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡
-> important question: who would you pick? mayor jake (downbad puppy boy) or mayor jungwon? (nonchalant dom cat boy)
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𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— TY FOR READING ! sorry that this took so long but i appreciate the ppl who liked the first part hehe <3 love u all ! part 3 is in the making (i want to finish this series asap lowk) i hope this chapter is ok?? 😭 it took so long to outline the flow.. and make it but i tried my best hehe
ALSO this is just the start!! hopefully, in the next few parts, i'll be able to flesh out this story more. i feel like this part lacked some things i wanted to explore more: why yn/reader "hates" jake (she obv doesn't look like it..), jungwon making a move on yn, etc. but that's because there'll be part 3 ehhehe ><
note: it's over T o T i'm sad bc i loved writing this #maneater y/n but i'm also excited for the next installment in this au . . . coming soon ! let me know if you want to be tagged for that one (heeseung x reader)
It had been a long day at work, meetings that could have been emails, phone calls that should have been meetings, colleagues asking stupid questions, so the 3 pm text from Phoenix had been a welcome distraction.
Phoenix: Drinks tonight? 🍸🍹
You: Absolutely, but I need🥃
Phoenix: Hard Deck @ 7.
The location wasn’t a surprise, but you're still standing outside the bar, staring at the door long after the cab has driven away.
The date with Jake had been a success. Maybe a little too successful. It’s been three days, communication has kept up, but there’s still an underlying tension, and there’s been no talk of a second date. You'd like to go on another one, and you're fairly certain he does too, but the fear of rushing into things is apparently holding both of you back.
The Dagger Squad may not know specifics, but they know something has been off.
A wave of noise hits as you pull the wooden door open—music, laughter, pool balls cracking together. It’s familiar and comforting, yet for the first time since meeting the team, you feel like an imposter.
That is, until you see Phoenix and Bob waving you over to their table.
“Heeeey,” Phoenix says, standing up to give you a one-armed hug, while Bob waits his turn.
The greeting is enough to ease whatever doubts you had about coming. This isn’t about you and Jake. It's about being with your friends.
Phoenix slides a glass in front of you as you settle in the seat next to her. “One whiskey on the rocks.”
You smile. “Oh my god, you are an angel.”
Your lips are still around the rim when your phone vibrates—apologizing as you pull it from your pocket and unlock the screen.
Jake: 🥃. Bad day?
You don’t need to search the room. You know exactly where he is. Leaning against the pool table, cue in hand, talking to Coyote, or pretending to because as soon as your eyes meet, he smiles, bright and wide.
Idiot.
Coyote turns to see what he’s smiling at, and you lift your glass in greeting to them both.
Within a second of locking your phone and setting it down, it buzzes again.
Jake: Rude.
You haven't quite finished your first drink when Rooster whistles for attention. “What're you all drinking?” he calls when you look at him. “Make it expensive, it’s on Jake.”
Phoenix and Bob exchange a look but say nothing. Instead, they hold up their bottles to show their order, and you do the same with your glass.
Another message pops up.
Jake: 👀
You don’t look over.
Jake: 👀👀
You hug Rooster as he joins you at the table.
Jake: 👀👀👀. Two whiskeys? Who do I need to kill?
You roll your eyes, typing a reply.
You: Stop. I’m fine. I’m switching to beer.
You rejoin the conversation and focus on the story Rooster is telling. Jake goes back to playing pool, a new contender to beat. Then two minutes later, your phone lights up again.
Jake: Rooster isn’t that funny.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing at the message, but can’t fight the smile, a mistake because now Jake knows he’s got you.
Jake: 😍 I’ve missed that smile.
You: Focus on your bet, Seresin.
You chance a glance his way, and of course, he notices and gives you a cheeky wink.
“Why are you smiling at your phone like that?” Phoenix asks.
“Nothing.”
No one believes you.
Jake: 😉
You ignore it.
Then more follow.
Jake:😍
Jake:🥺
Jake:😭
Jake:💔
Jake:⚰️
Jake:🪦R.I.P Hangman. Died waiting for his girlfriend to text him back.
You snicker, unable to control it.
“Oh my god,” Phoenix says, “what is going on?”
“What?”
Her eyes narrow. “You’ve been giddy for like the last hour.”
“That’s suspicious?”
“Recently,” Rooster says, “Yes.”
The trio follows your line of sight as you sneak another look at Jake, who makes the mistake of looking away too quickly.
“There, that!” Bob says. “That right there.”
“That look,” Rooster joins in.
“There’s no look, I’m just looking at Jake.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t been looking at Jake lately,” Phoenix says, softly. “We all thought...”
Another message buzzes through.
Jake: 🚨. Are they onto us?
You: Seeing as the stealth pilot seems to have lost his poker face, YES!
You see him read the message, shoulders shaking with laughter.
Jake: Not sorry. 🤷♂️
Jake: You’re cute when you’re plotting my murder. ☠️
You roll your eyes and shake your head, watching as Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote surround him, like hunters cornering prey. Jake actually steps backward until his back hits the high top.
Three sets of expectant, concerned eyes stare back at you as you bring your attention back to your tablemates. Realization hits, it’s an equal split, three on one. It makes sense now why no one suggested combining the groups and why they’ve been weirdly nostalgic, reminiscing about group vacations, game nights, and beach days.
“Wait, is this an intervention?”
Phoenix shakes her head no as Bob and Rooster simultaneously say, “Yes.”
“Subtle guys, real subtle,” Phoenix admonishes.
Jake: The kids are upset.
“We knew something was up, and we just wanted to help,” Phoenix says.
“And if that means murdering Jake for whatever he did, we’re in,” Rooster adds.
You chuckle. “No murder necessary.” Then sigh, “Really, it’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” Phoenix says, “you're not wearing your engagement ring. You haven’t been wearing it.”
“It’s be...” you start.
“Being polished,” Bob interrupts.
“Or is it being resized, as Jake claims?” Rooster adds.
Busted. You should have gotten your stories straight.
You’ve been doing your best to avoid this conversation and know they won't drop it until they have a believable answer. You could try to lie, but you don't want to. These are your friends now, too.
“Hangman has been working like he wants Employee Of The Month. You bailed on a Beach Day, which you haven’t done since we met you. You left Rooster on read about Game Night.”
You give Rooster an apologetic smile and take a deep breath. “We broke up.”
“How long?” Phoenix asks, gently.
“Couple months.”
Three identical expressions of horror appear.
“Months?” Rooster exclaims.
“I moved out.”
“You moved out?!”
“Bradshaw,” Phoenix grits.
“I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender, “I’m processing.”
Across the room, it looks like Jake is having a similar conversation. Fanboy is shaking his head, Payback has the I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed expression, and Coyote looks relieved he’s no longer the gatekeeper of the secret.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because I didn’t want to put anyone in an awkward position,” you sigh. “I was the one who made the decision to change things. It was on me.”
“Bullshit,” Bob scolds.
All heads snap to look at him.
“Sorry,” he shrugs, but doesn’t look sorry. He shuffles forward in his seat and holds your eyes. “You’re family, both of you. When something happens to family, we should know.”
“He’s right.” Phoenix nods. “You shouldn’t have had to go through any of it alone.”
“I didn’t,” you say, wistfully looking over at Jake. “He was actually there for me.”
Jake is still getting an earful, fingers pointing, a smack to his shoulder as he’s texting.
Jake: How bad is it?
You: Phoenix-level intervention. I bet there were snacks.
You see him laugh, and Coyote, having seen Jake’s phone, looks over and nods once to confirm there were, in fact, snacks.
A new tone sounds, a group message.
Hangman> Daggers: There’s a traitor in your midst. Coyote knew.
Everyone reads the message.
Coyote > Daggers: 🐀
Hangman > Daggers: Can I approach, or am I still under investigation?
Phoenix > Daggers: Negative.
Rooster > Daggers: The pattern is full.
You > Daggers: Nerds.
Fanboy > Daggers: I feel attacked.
“You don’t have to keep us separated,” you laugh.
“Yeah,” Rooster says, cracking his knuckles as he stands up. “Let’s go get him.”
Payback > Daggers: Movement detected.
Coyote > Daggers: 🐀
Hangman > Daggers: Stop doing that.
Bob > Daggers: Rendezvous point - pool tables.
You weave through the crowd, the others following like an aggressive Conga line.
Jake watches the approach with a smile until he realizes Phoenix, Rooster, and Bob peel off in different directions.
At the opposite end of the table, you hear him nervously ask, “Why do they all look mad?”
“Because you’re in trouble,” Coyote answers.
“Helpful.”
“You deserve it.”
“Also helpful.”
You walk directly to him and kiss him softly, tucking yourself into his side, and he slips his arm around your waist, the other still holding the pool cue.
“Hey,” he whispers, only for you.
Then you feel the warmth of bodies, and break your focus to see the circle has closed. Fanboy. Payback. Coyote. Phoenix. Bob. Rooster. You're surrounded. No exits.
Phoenix punches the arm still holding the pool cue, hard enough that he drops it. Coyote catches it before it hits the floor.
“OW!” Jake yelps, “What was that for?”
“You made her move out!”
“She left me!”
“You didn’t tell us.” Rooster accuses.
“I told Coyote.”
“Hey,” Coyote objects, “You swore me to secrecy.”
“Now, who's the rat?” Jake jests.
“Still you,” Rooster says.
“Without question,” Payback agrees.
“Guys,” Phoenix scolds, “we’re getting a little off track here.”
There’s no winning this argument because there are six people who care about both of you, who have, evidently, been building a case, and now they’re presenting evidence. They aren’t angry or taking sides. They don’t need the reasons why. They’re offended they weren’t trusted with the heartbreak.
“Look,” Jake says, “I’m sorry I only told Coyote. It wasn’t about shutting you guys out. I wasn’t ready to accept it.”
“Wait, I’m confused,” Fanboy says, pointing to where Jake’s arm is around your waist and you're turned into his side, “You don’t look like you're broken up.”
“We were. We are,” Jake corrects, squeezing your hip as an apology. “We’re working it out. Slowly.”
“Together,” you add.
“Damn it,” Fanboy grumbles. “There goes half my theories.”
“Half?” Bob asks.
“You had an unhealthy amount,” Rooster agrees.
Fanboy puffs his chest. “Most of them were excellent.”
“One of them involved witness protection,” Payback says.
“With Jake’s ability to piss people off, it was a solid working theory!” Fanboy defends.
“That’s fair,” You agree.
The group erupts into laughter.
Phoenix waits for it to die down before fixing Jake with a stern look. “Just so we’re clear,” she says, way too calmly. “If you mess up again, you won’t need witness protection. It will look like an accident and they’ll never find the body.”
The laughter evaporates.
Jake swallows hard. “Copy that.”
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genre: fluff, smut, domestic married life, established relationship, suggestive, nsfw
word count: 0.0k
warnings & content: mdni! 18+ explicit language, suggestive themes, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, oral sex, semi public sex, and more.
summary: this series is based by sabrina carpenter songs wherein jake and female reader married life will revolve in these four songs, (tears, juno, busy woman, & house tour)
now playing: “tears” “juno” “busy woman” & “house tour” by sabrina carpenter
note: hiii guys! i am absolutely obsessed with sabrina carpenter!! her music is literally everything to me, so i just had to make a whole series inspired by her tracks. also, fun fact: i really love ikeuuu <33. hope you guys love reading this series as much as i loved writing it! don't forget to drop a comment or ask to join the taglist! mwamwah!!
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01. Tears
lyrics: “assemble a chair from ikea. i'm like, uh~ i get wet at the thought of you~”
synopsis: you and jake were newlyweds who decided to shop around ikea for your new house. but once you get home and jake starts assembling the chair, watching him be such a responsible husband turns you on so bad. that's exactly why you decide to ride him right then and there on that specific chair…
02. Juno
lyrics: “have you ever tried this one~?”
synopsis: your sex life with jake is amazing, but you're still inexperienced and too timid to initiate. feeling anxious about not being good enough, you secretly look through the kama sutra to learn some new positions visually—finally building up the courage to ask him, “have you ever tried this one?”...
03. Busy Woman
lyrics: “but if you need my love, my clothes are off i'm coming over to your place~”
synopsis: both of you have been completely drowned in work these past few weeks, leaving zero time for romance. that's why you decide to take matters into your own hands, driving over to surprise him at his office late at night despite being a busy woman yourself…
04. House Tour
lyrics: “the couch is really comfy comfy~ got some chips ahoy if you're hungry hungry~”
synopsis: jake is always so busy with his job that he rarely gets to come home. so when he walks through the door early one night, he’s completely stunned to find you baking cookies, the floors waxed nicely just the way he likes them, and a very comfy couch waiting for him…
thx for the request anon it was fun writing hehe!! enjoy
the bedroom was dark and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. you were spread out on your back, thighs trembling violently around jake’s head as he devoured you like a man who had been starving for weeks.
his strong arms were locked around your thighs, holding you wide open for him, his face completely buried between your legs. he had been down there for almost an hour now, and there was absolutely no sign of him slowing down.
if anything, the more you shook, the hungrier he got.
“jake—fuck—please, i can’t take anymore,” you sobbed, fingers tangled desperately in his messy hair, trying weakly to pull him away.
your pussy was swollen, puffy, and hypersensitive after four intense orgasms. every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire, raw and ringing with a wild, buzzing heat. tears streamed down your cheeks, your body shaking uncontrollably against the mattress.
but jake just moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending another massive shockwave through your overstimulated body. he was completely lost in it, entirely tuned out to anything that wasn’t the wet, sweet taste of you.
his eyes were closed, his face shiny and dripping with your juices, his tongue working you with messy, hungry strokes that left you completely breathless. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers curled deep inside you, stretching you out and pumping without a shred of mercy.
“just a little more, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked, barely pulling back enough to speak, his lips slick and glistening. “you taste so fucking good. i can’t stop. please let me keep going. i need it. i fucking need it, yeah?”
his tongue dove back in immediately, licking broad, heavy stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking hard again.
the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the entire bedroom, echoing off the quiet walls. he was addicted. completely, shamelessly addicted to your pussy. the way you tasted, how you clenched around his tongue, your cries for him.
he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t stop.
it was like a fever in his blood, a desperation that only grew sharper with every single wet noise he pulled out of you.
“jake—oh my god—i’m gonna cum again—” you wailed, hips jerking uncontrollably, your hands gripping his hair tight enough to pull, but he only pressed his face deeper, loving the pain if it meant he was closer to your heat.
he groaned happily, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through your clit. his fingers pumped faster, curling against that perfect, sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.
your fifth orgasm crashed through you hard, blindingly intense, your walls spasming violently as you squirted all over his face and tongue. jake moaned like it was the absolute best thing he’d ever tasted in his life, drinking every single drop he could, licking you clean with heavy, desperate laps without pulling away for even a second.
you were a complete mess—hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, thighs quivering uncontrollably, voice broken from screaming his name into the empty air.
your body was oversensitive to the point of pain now, every single touch feeling like an electric shock straight to your nerves. you were completely spent, hollowed out by pleasure, but jake was still right there, his breath hot and ragged against your soaked skin.
“too much—baby please—i can’t—i’m too sensitive—” you begged, tears pouring down your face.
you tried to close your legs, your muscles weak and twitching, but his strong arms kept them pinned wide open, locking your knees back against the mattress so you had no choice but to take him.
he finally looked up at you, his eyes dark and completely hazy with lust, his lips swollen and glistening with your wetness.
he looked entirely unhinged, completely consumed by you. “you can take it,” he whispered, his voice rough and scraping against his throat. “you’re doing so well for me, princess. just one more. please. i need to taste you cumming again. you’re so fucking addictive. i can’t get enough of you. look at what you do to me.”
before you could even formulate a protest, he dove right back in. his tongue was slightly gentler this time, slow and soothing, but no less determined, no less starved.
he licked long, dragging stripes through your folds, savoring every leftover drop of your release, then focused on your swollen, throbbing clit with soft, lazy circles that made your whole lower half twitch. his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, stroking slowly, keeping you wound up tight, right on the agonizing edge of another peak.
you were crying openly now, your body twitching with every single lap of his tongue. “jake—baby—please—i love you but i can’t—it’s too much—i’m gonna lose my mind—”
“shhh, i know, i know,” he murmured lovingly against your pussy, pressing soft, wet kisses to your aching clit, his hot breath making you shiver from head to toe. “but you’re so pretty when you cum for me. just let me have this. let me make you feel good. give it to me, baby.”
he sucked your clit gently into his mouth again, humming happily, a dark, primal sound of pure satisfaction as he worked you toward another orgasm.
your sixth one hit you like a slow, devastating wave, weaker than the others in volume but so much deeper, making your whole body convulse as you sobbed his name into the dark room.
jake kept licking you right through the entire spasm, drawing the pleasure out, swallowing everything you gave him until you were nothing but a shaking, whimpering puddle beneath him.
only then did he finally crawl up your body, his chest heavy and hot against yours. he kissed you deeply, a messy, bruising kiss so you could taste yourself all over his tongue, marking you with your own sweetness.
his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, twitching with need, but he made no move to fuck you.
he didn't even care about his own release right now, he was completely drunk on what he’d just done to you. he just held you close, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling waist, stroking your messy hair and kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with an intensity that made you dizzy.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of absolute awe, his chest heaving against yours. “i could eat this pretty pussy forever. i’m so fucking addicted to you. i don't think i'm ever gonna let you put clothes on again.”
you let out a weak, breathless laugh, clinging to his broad shoulders because your arms felt like lead. “you’re actually insane, jake sim.”
he grinned against your neck, a sharp, delighted little smile, and you could feel the dangerous spark in him hadn't faded at all.
his hands shifted, tracing down the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips before his grip tightened again. "only for you, baby. only for you."
and just like that, before you could even realize what he was doing, his weight shifted. his hands slid right back down to the inside of your thighs, parting your trembling legs back out to the sides.
you let out a whimper of protest, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders, but he was entirely immovable. his head disappeared right back between your thighs, his hot breath instantly hitting your raw, soaking wet skin.
"wait, please—" you gasped, your hips automatically trying to lift away from him, but his grip on your thighs was like iron.
he didn't even answer with words this time. he just let out a low, needy growl, burying his nose right back into your center.
his tongue licked a thick, wet path right over your hyper-stimulated clit, and your whole body locked up, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as the sheer overstimulation sent a jolt straight up your spine.
he was completely relentless.
he used his thumbs to part your swollen lips, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room for just a second before his warm, wet mouth closed around you again. he started sucking you with a rhythmic, heavy pull, his tongue flicking back and forth across the ultra-sensitive nub until you were thrashing against the sheets, your fingers digging into the mattress, tearing at the fabric because you had nowhere else to put the overwhelming sensation.
"please, jake, i'm too open, it hurts—it feels too good, please—" you screamed, your head tossing from side to side.
but jake was completely deaf to your pleas, entirely single-minded. he was high on the scent of you, drunk on the taste that seemed to cover his entire face.
he slid two fingers back inside your slick entrance, and you immediately clamped down around them, your walls tight and trembling from the exhaustion of so many orgasms. he groaned against your skin, the vibration almost too much to bear, and began to pump his fingers in a cruel, demanding pace, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue.
he wanted to break you.
he wanted to see how many times he could make you shatter, wanted to fill his mouth with you until he couldn't breathe. his strokes grew messier, heavier, his jaw working hard as he devoured you, entirely shameless about how desperately he needed to feel you ruin yourself for him again.
your hips started to roll on their own, completely helpless against the onslaught. the heat was building again, impossible and terrifying, curling tight in your lower belly.
you couldn't handle another one, your body was too raw, too sensitive, but jake was dragging you right over the edge anyway, pulling you kicking and screaming into another peak.
"jake, jake, jake—" you chanted, your voice completely wrecked, sobbing as your hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk.
he knew exactly what that meant.
he increased the pressure, his tongue pressing hard against your clit, his fingers driving deep and fast, holding you perfectly still so you couldn't escape the pleasure.
and when your seventh orgasm tore through your exhausted body, it was a total collapse. you squirted and gushed violently against his mouth, your muscles contracting so hard it was almost a cramp, a broken wail leaving your lips as you completely lost control.
jake took every bit of it, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he held you wide open, consuming your release like it was life-giving, completely unbothered by how much of a messy, beautiful disaster you both were.
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