How Not To Have Safe Sex

                                    

                                          
Most of the BTS dorm was quiet except the Yoonmin room.
                          
"Right there! Ughh!" Jimin moaned and Yoongi thrust even faster and harder. "Sh-shit!" The younger's toes began to start curling. He was practically bent in half, hands holding onto the head board for dear life and to push back against each perfect thrust.
                          
"You gonna cum for me?" Yoongi leaned down to whisper in his lover's ear. He could only nod as he panted, his whole body was hot and tingling. He reached down and began to finish himself off. His hips jerked, back arched, with his head tossed back as he came, orgasm hitting him like a train and pleasure racking his entire body. He was too far gone to realize Yoongi was coming too, not until it was over, or at least until he was semi-coherent.
                          
"You were supposed to pull out!" Jimin panicked, sitting up so quickly he got dizzy and fell back against the sheets panting.
                          
"I was trying! I couldn't! You were clenching on me too hard, I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to. Uh um, let's go clean it out in the shower, okay?" Yoongi was covered in sweat so he definitely needed a shower anyway. Jimin hurried to the shower, white cum dribbling down his thick thighs in his rush, and began cleaning himself with his boyfriend's help. Of course it only resulted in Jimin being bent over the side of the tub with Yoongi's fingers thrusting against his sensitive prostate, the panicking forgotten for the time being.
                          
"Come on, babe. One more round?" Yoongi whispered heavily in Jimin's ear. The younger was now all hot and bothered and didn't have it in him to say no.
                          
"Will you actually pull out this time?" He panted, pushing back against those skilled fingers. It wasn't just the water causing his body to feel heated. He was actually dreading the moment when those two digits slipped out. He was getting so close, the elder not stopping once during their conversation.
                          
"Promise."
                          
"Oh fine." Jimin whined. The fingers were removed and replaced with Yoongi's thick cock. He didn't waste any time, so the younger wasn't left disappointed for long. The thrusts were accurate, fast, and hard. The smack was loud with the added moisture from the shower. Jimin's chest was pressed flush against the edge of the tub, his body practically slack from delirious pleasure. His moans came out in loud pants. "Oh god, Y-Y-Yoongi- AH! Oh, I love you s-so much. Uh!! Don't stop!!"
                          
"Oh I won't, J-Jiminnie." Continuing his thrusts, he managed to pull him into a sloppy, but loving kiss.
                          
*******
                          
"That was a close call." The blond male laughed softly talking about having to wash his cum out of Jimin and nearly cumming in him a second time.
                          
"Next time we're out of condoms, no sex." Yoongi just shrugged and cuddled up to Jimin before falling asleep seemingly worry-free. Jimin on the other hand? Not so much. His mind was busy thinking about what had happened. It's not rare for men to get pregnant. What if washing the cum out wouldn't have mattered in hindsight? What if he was pregnant?!
                          
But two months have gone by since that and he showed no symptoms. Maybe he couldn't get pregnant after all?