who's the baddest?

fit check for my napalm era cairo ☆ 8teen

[jinubear]

WORM? ☆ would jinu saja love you, if you were a worm? fluff, crack. gender-neutral!reader. hater jinu :(

you're nestled comfortably in jinu's arms, the soft fabric of his shirt a familiar comfort against your cheek. his attention, however, is elsewhere, completely absorbed by the endless scroll of his phone screen.

a dramatic sigh escapes your lips, born of pure boredom. you tilt your head back, trying to catch his eye. "would you love me," you begin, a mischievous glint in your gaze, "if i were a worm?"

it doesn't even take him a beat. before you can even finish the thought, he lets out a dismissive snort. "no."

you immediately pull away, crossing your arms with a huff. "hey! what do you mean, no?"

he finally looks up from his phone, his brow furrowed as he debates his next words. "well, not like that. what would i even do with a worm?"

a wide grin splits your face, and you clap your hands together. "you could carry me around! like, in your pocket, y'know?"

jinu wrinkles his nose in distaste. you grab a nearby pillow and chuck it at him, which he catches with effortless ease. "worms are gross," he says, a hint of a shudder in his voice. "i'm not… an animal person."

"liar," you retort, a playful accusation in your tone. "you have that cat… thing. and the crow!"

"first of all, it's not a crow. it's a magpie." he sees your mouth open, undoubtedly to argue, but he cuts you off. "there's a difference."

you lean in, lowering your voice to a fierce whisper. "it has six eyes! and… a worm is creepy?"

"i would love you, if you were a worm. i'd build you a little worm house," you mumble under your breath, a mock pout on your lips.

he catches it, of course. with a gentle tug, he pulls you close again, his hand cupping your cheek in that familiar way that always makes your heart do a little flip.

"quit moping," your boyfriend says, a warm smile playing on his lips. "how about i make it up to you, huh?"

and just like that, jinu shows you how much he loves you as a person.

[jinubear]

♯ UNOFFICIAL! ☆ heated sex with frat-boy!jinu who doesn't wanna admit he's literally in love with you. mdni, toxic sex/relationship-ish(?), reader goes by 'angel'.

jinu acts like your boyfriend in every way that counts, except for the title.

he kisses you with a tenderness that surprises you, unlike anything you've felt before. he remembers everything: your favorite snacks, colors, and the shows you binge-watch. he even recalls those little things you said once and then forgot. he’s, in essence, the perfect boyfriend — if only he actually were.

"oh, shit, angel," he groans, his fingers digging almost bruisingly into your hips as his thick cock slides deep inside you, filling you completely.

your eyes sting with tears, a near-sob catching in your throat because it feels so incredibly good. "god—fuck, d—don't call me that," you choke out, eyes squeezed shut.

jinu, though, is too lost in the moment, too pussy-drunk to deal with any of this right now. he can barely remember his own name, let alone rehash all his reasons for wanting to keep things casual.

"huh?" he mumbles instead, his plan to play dumb and maybe, just maybe, fuck the argument right out of you.

"everyone thinks we're dating," you moan, your eyes rolling back in your head. your nails drag down his back, a desperate attempt to keep yourself from unraveling.

"fuck what th—they think."

"yeah, b—god, but… boyfriends call their girlfriends pet names. we're not boyfriend-girlfriend." you're not quite getting to the heart of it, but you're exhausted from going in circles with him.

he lifts your thighs higher, shifting his angle, hitting that precise spot. your mouth opens, then snaps shut. the argument that was on the tip of your tongue dissolves into a dizzying haze.

"can… can we talk about this later, angel?"

later never comes, though. even then, you're too consumed by the present to truly care. you know jinu's serious about keeping things unofficial, but you crave that label. he's not ready to give it, no matter how long this has been going on. it hurts, but you stay anyway. and so, it continues.

but when he finally comes, shooting thick ropes of white deep inside you, he’s holding back from babbling the i love you that’s on the tip of his tongue.

ironic, isn't it?

[jinubear]

OH, MUSE? ☆ sex in the studio with jinu. smut, mdni.

jinu was like a feral, rabid dog. maybe it was because he hadn't had sex in more than four hundred years. possibly. probably. were you complaining? nah. not really.

technically, you were only there for moral support, maybe even to be a sounding board for him, to listen to any ideas he rattled off. that didn't last long, not at all. in his defense, he really did try to focus, but you looked so pretty. you were wearing that cute, little skirt, with your lips all glossy.

for him, it was kind of a lost cause. from there, it didn't take too long for you to be bent over the table, the cool slab digging into your skin. your hands, slick with sweat, desperately tried to ground you. jinu's fingers pressed into your waist, sure to leave bruises for the next day.

his hips snapped brutally against your ass, the lewd sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. jinu groaned, "fuck, you're such a distraction," as if he weren't the one who started this. "so tight, though. m—makes up for it."

he leaned forward, the canines of his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder, hard enough for you to cry out. "please, jinu—i can't," you whined, voice hitching.

"yeah, you fuckin' can." jinu's pace was cruel, and his cock stretched you, leaving your poor cunt fluttering around him, trying to accommodate his size.

for someone who hadn't had sex in so long, you would think it'd take time for his stamina to build up. it didn't. for every time he came once, you were coming twice on his thick length, teary-eyed and trembling.

weeks later, when you were listening to the saja boys' latest hit song, for the first time, something in the background music sounded terrifyingly familiar. "oh, my god, jinu," you gasped, pointing accusingly at him. "is that us? are those my… noises?"

he sighed, but there wasn't a hint of remorse. in fact, he was grinning. "what can i say, baby? you're my muse."

[jinubear]

LOVESICK, BABY! ☆ jinu's both lovesick and touch-starved. fluff, fem!reader.

jinu freezes. he's absolutely motionless, breath caught in his throat, too scared to even twitch. the position he's ended up in is anything but comfortable. the pillow he's leaning against is a rumpled mess behind his back, offering no support.

and your bed, well, it's practically overflowing with stuffed animals; they take up more space than he has, some of them even jammed uncomfortably under his backside, jammed directly into his tailbone.

but it's worth it. every single uncomfortable bit is worth it, even the way his arm, which your head is currently resting on, has completely gone numb. because you trust him. that's what this means, right? that you've drifted off to sleep, completely at ease, pressed right up against him.

your cheek is nestled against his shoulder, and he can clearly see the soft curve of your eyelashes. he watches the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of your chest with every quiet breath you take. he can pick out the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo you use, mixed with your candied perfume.

this, right now, is his new favorite moment. being practically buried under your mountains of throw pillows and blankets, convinced he's on the verge of heatstroke. you look so incredibly content, and in turn, he feels it too – that same deep sense of peace.

his fingers gently card through your hair, carefully brushing back the strands that have fallen across your face. jinu can't help the small smile that spreads across his face, or the feeling of his eyes practically forming hearts. and he can't help the soft, almost silent i love you that escapes his lips, even though he knows you can't hear it. not while you're fast asleep.

you trust him, and he'll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that trust is never, ever broken. jinu finally drifts off to sleep like that, with the hard, plastic noses of two different bears still digging uncomfortably into his side.

he trusts you, too.