JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Sex Toys

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When his friend gave him a box of sex toys but he didn't like them at all so you took it on him.

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After finishing my shift, I headed to my boyfriend's apartment. I've been staying there for a while now, ever since I fell behind on rent at my old place. I already promised Jimin I'd pay him back as soon as I got my next paycheck from the café near my university.

"See you tomorrow, Y/N," My coworker Eunwoo said as I waved him goodbye. I usually just walk home, his place isn't far.

When I arrived, I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside to find Jimin lounging on the sofa, eyes on the TV.

"You're home. I already made dinner. Let's eat together," he said, standing up with a smile.

As I walked over to set my bag down on the couch, I noticed a medium-sized brown box. It caught my attention immediately.

"What's this?" I asked, pointing at it. "Open it if you wanna know," he replied with a wink.

What's with that wink?

"Nah, maybe it's something important to you," I laughed, brushing it off and heading toward him, forgetting about the box, at least for a second.

"Don't be like that. I know you're curious. Just open it. I'm giving you permission," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"O-Okay?" I replied, hesitating as I sat down and reached for the box.

The moment I opened it, my eyes widened. Inside was a collection of... sex toys. My poor, innocent eyes. When I looked up at Jimin, he had the most perverted smile on his face.

"My friend gave it to me," he said, arms crossed casually. "With this?!" I said, still in shock. "I nearly had a panic attack opening that!"

"He said it was an early Christmas gift. But believe me, I didn't expect that kind of surprise."

Jimin has never shown any interest in sex toys before. When we're together, well, I won't get into the details but he's always been straightforward. No extras. No toys. He once told me he's just not into using that kind of stuff during sex.

This is... awkward.

Maybe I could give them to a friend? I do know someone who's really into this kind of thing. She's a little wild when it comes to sex, honestly.

"I'm throwing it away," Jimin said, picking up the box.

Wait—no!

"It's such a waste," I blurted out. "Can I have it instead? I-I mean... for a friend!"

I looked away, cheeks burning. Please don't get the wrong idea.

He paused. "Okay? Here you go." He handed the box to me, smirking. "Do you like those more than my dick or something?" I choked on my saliva. Excuse me, Mr. Park Jimin? The audacity.

"What the hell are you saying?" I snapped, placing the box on the floor. "Oh, so you do like it that much, huh? I thought you weren't into that stuff, just like me," he teased, stepping closer.

Oh no. Is he about to do something? I'm not mentally prepared. Somebody save me.

"I told you, it's for my friend. She's into this kind of thing, not me," I said quickly, forcing a laugh. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see."

I sighed in relief. For a second there, I thought he was going to get ideas again. "So... can we eat now?" I asked, trying to cut the tension and escape the weird vibe.

He hesitated. "Can I ask you something, though? Why aren't you interested in those kinds of toys?"

"I just... dunno. They don't really appeal to me," I said. "But now I'm curious, why aren't you?"

"They don't satisfy me enough," he said casually. "I'd rather just fuck you."

He even raised his eyebrows at me like it was the most normal sentence ever.

I almost lost it. Did he really just say that? I swear, this man—

And before I knew it, I muttered under my breath, "I wanna be the top sometime... maybe peg you..."

It was so quiet, I thought he didn't hear me. Thank god.

"Huh? Did you say something?" he asked, tilting his head.

Crisis averted... maybe.

But then he smirked. "You said you wanna be on top?" My eyes widened. Shit. He heard me. I'm so screwed.

"You can be on top- yeah," he said with a grin. "You can ride me. That's easy."

Easy, he says. Easy my ass.

I had the sudden urge to throw my slipper at his smug face.

"Can we just eat?" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "The attitude," he whispered, leaning into my ear.

This man is going to drive me insane.

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