txt without protection
warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of choking, cockwarming?, orgasm denial, breeding kink, marking, fingering, birth control mentioned?, ummmm prob forgot some sorry >< wc: 2.7k (400-600 words each) an: well hello >< this is eh but yeah no one asked for this I just can't help myself lmao sooooo hope you enjoy <333 [m.list]
yeonjun .ᐟ
wears them because he knows it makes you feel more comfortable. He would do just about anything you suggested, condom, no condom, he couldn't care less so long as he had you. But even if you were on birth control, you feared getting pregnant, especially early into the relationship. But as time went on, the two of you got so secure that it slipped your mind more often than not. “We don't have a condom.” The swift reminder was enough to make sure yeonjun knew the boundaries; he didn't push to go any further than getting you off with his fingers or his mouth, less worried about himself when most of his pleasure came from seeing you get off.
But it never helped you to see him so understanding, so comforting, without a blink of an eye, it made you tempted each time to say it didn't matter anymore. Especially when it was after a long night, Yeonjun's hands on you, guiding you back to the elevator of your hotel. His soft kisses pepper along your skin, and he's quick to take off your clothes, moaning while you tug him free from his jeans. And for the first time, it's yeonjun to remind you that he's forgotten the condom, left at home without thinking, but you don't pull away. “I don’t care,” the words said between kisses, Yeonjun's reassuring questions only solidifying your decision.
He would give you anything you wanted, but as soon as he slipped in, he knew he wouldn't be able to pull out. Because for the first time, he wasn't chasing his high vicariously through you, but solely focused on himself only after half a thrust in. It was almost like it was the first time all over again, his amazement at the way your body took him in, eyes locked on the place the two of you met, his hand pressing right down over your pelvis until you started to squirm. “You take me so fucking well,” his stomach flexes with each drag of his hips, hair handing in his eyes and he curses. The feeling makes him dizzy, dragging him down to the beginning of something he will never come back from. And when you finish, back arching off the bed, he can't help but follow right after.
But it's the sight of your cunt leaking his cum that does it for him, still high off the feeling of you but pulled right back in by the view. He's quick to collect everything he can, pushing his fingers back into your still pulsing body, getting you off on his fingers without realizing it was happening with how distracted he was just watching his cum being pushed back in, over and over. His cock was already stirring back to life with the visual alone, “I don't think ill ever get tired of this,”
soobin .ᐟ
fully knows he has a breeding kink and tries to hide it at first, but not well. Uses condoms the first few times you're together because he feels it's the right thing to do, but you know almost instantly that he didn't want to.
As soon as he was in you the only thing he could think about was taking the condom off, all of his dirty talk consisting of, “fuck imagine how it would be raw-” “god, if I could fill you up I would,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard the condom breaks,” still makes you beg for him to fill you even when he wears one. But he is not impossible, he does not beg you to take it off, does not try to convince you that it would be better without one, he is unbothered if you plan to have him wearing condoms for most of your relationship so long as he gets to fuck you. he rolls it on with no complaint.
You know how badly he wants it, and you couldn't even deny you wanted it just as badly. His whispering promises to keep you stuffed full replaying in your mind over and over as if he were speaking your thoughts right out into the open between the two of you. So many times you almost told him to pull out and get rid of the thing, make well on all his words, and just do whatever it was he wanted. But you liked it so much better when you finally told him he didn't need one, “If you stay still, I'll let you put it in without a condom.” You watched the way his breathing jumped, his eyes not leaving yours as if looking for the trick in the words.
You only wanted to see how long he would last before taking over. And he started off so well, sitting against the pillows, head rolling back as you finally sank down onto him, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to swallow down his obscenely loud moans. He was holding onto your hips like a vice, fingerprints sure to be ingrained in the soft skin from how tightly he kept his hands. He was straining so hard not to move, panting with desperation, trying to grasp a single breath in his lungs before he died because that's what it felt like, dying because he couldn't move. “Does it feel good?” you asked so sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead, already coated in a fine layer of sweat. And he nodded, trying to as he clenched his lips closed, eyes falling shut as he tried not to think about how warm and wet you felt wrapped around him, everything he had ever wanted handed to him at what cost?
He wanted to be good, but the second you clenched around him, he couldn't stop himself. He only moved your hips just enough to feel the way you reacted, your lashes fluttering as he found the right spot. It was in that look that he didn't care anymore, flipping the two of you over and pummeling into your waiting cunt. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, arms wrapped around you, one hand at the back of your neck tucking you into his shoulder while the other was holding your ribs pushing your chest as close as he could get you. He didn't even care how embarrassing it was to finish so fast because he was fucking his first load right into you in no time, still hard and not stopping. Your soft whimpers keep him going, his thrusts matching his words, “fuck, imagine if I got you pregnant,” “god I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone is going to know you're mine,”
beomgyu .ᐟ
the night the two of you met had been messy and drunken, condom well forgotten, and since then, never even brought up. And it wasn't as if they weren't around, the box in his nightstand drawer unopened and collecting dust. And it was in one moment when you teased him about needing to wear one that he was taken aback, “Why would I?” The look he had made you giggle, the pure concern written on his brow enough to make the teasing worth it. “Maybe as punishment for annoying me or just cause I said so,” it had been all fun and games, you liked it too much when he came inside you to actually suggest him wearing one, but his jaw clicked nonetheless.
He had you pinned to the mattress in seconds, hands working over your body, pulling off your clothes just to suck marks onto your neck, your chest, your stomach. He wanted you worked up, clawing at him back, trying to tug him closer when he started to prod his tip right against your entrance before pulling away. “No, no, no,” because he was leaving the cradle of your hips, your arms and reaching out for the nightstand, “it was a joke- I'm sorry, please gyu just fuck me-” because you had never felt so empty, seconds away from having him only to be left with nothing.
He didn't even argue, just slotting himself right back where he belonged, sinking into your warmth, both of you moaning out into the empty room. He would get so close to you, his hand around your throat, keeping you in place as he taunted you, “You feel how perfect we fit together?” all his slow thrusts building up as he questioned you, “You were made for me, don't you think?” you nodded too lost to the feeling of him pressed right against that sweet spot to form words.
He knows when you're close, feels it in the way your body starts to flutter around his, whimpers turning to gasps right before he pulls out. Any longer and he would have spilled everything, cock throbbing and begging to be back in you, sticky and bumping his stomach as you cried out. “Beomgyu!” your knees pulling in as if you could have stopped him from pulling out.
He wants to tease you more, make you watch him fuck his hand until his cum is spilling onto his fingers but he knows even touching himself a little bit when he was this close would end him. “It's just like filling a condom, you don't get anything. Isn't that what you said you wanted?”
“No, I'm sorry, please,” because your orgasm was already rolling away from you, your nerves right on the edge. “Maybe I should punish you for even thinking about me putting on a condom.” your fingers reached down to try and rub at your clit, his hand quick to tug it away, “no, your pussy is mine and if you think for one second you could tell me how I use it you're mistaken,”
“I'm sorry, I'm sor-” he doesn't even let you finish, pushing all the way in without warning, hips snapping into yours. Both of you cum hard enough to see stars, the slick sounds of him fucking his release back into you making your head roll back. And the next morning, you find that unused box of condoms waiting at the bottom of the trash like it never existed in the first place.
taehyun .ᐟ
the safest boy around, paranoid on the worst of days. He is dedicated to wearing a condom, making sure to always keep one on him, just in case. And when you start to bring up the question of maybe not wearing them anymore, since you’d been on birth control for nearly the entirety of your relationship. But he had responded with a simple, “Maybe,” as if you had asked him if he wanted to eat out instead of staying in for dinner.
You had dropped the topic all until the two of you were on the couch one evening, the lazy makeout turning into fumbling hands at waistbands. You were only a few feet from the bedroom, the nightstand stocked up, and yet still not close enough to want him to break away from you for even a second. And when he did try to pull away, you were quick to pull him right back, sinking your hips down on him, arms wrapped right around his shoulders, fingers twangling in his hair. His nose bumped along your cheek as he muttered, “I know what you're doing,” his hand sliding down your back, cupping your ass as you shake your head in confusion, “doing what?” breathless and not caring if you got caught.
But he knew you too well, and your little act. With the position you had taken, trying to keep him in place, you forgot one little detail: the fact that he was so strong and could lift you, flipping you on your back and pressing you into the couch cushions with nothing but his hips. His mouth hot at your ear whispering, “If you're good, I'll give it to you.” his fingers slipped into your panties, circling your clit just enough to have your response be a whimpered promise. And he will have you right on the edge of believing him, stripping you down and making you beg for his cock while his fingers are shoved deep into you, bulge rutting against your leg, a pretty wet spot of precum already dotting the fabric of his underwear.
If he were mean, he would get up and still grab the condom, make you roll it down over his shaft like a punishment before apologizing with fucking you but that would be underestimating the neediness that was eating him alive. So instead, he would promise not to put it in, give you almost exactly what you wanted, rubbing his tip right over your clit over and over until he was grinding his cock right against your slick folds. Your whining is so loud, the pleas desperately clawing at him, enough for him to shove his fingers into your mouth, the taste of you still on them as he quieted your words.
“Just the tip and I'll pull out.” It's a weak attempt at holding onto some control, but the second he just pushed in just enough, he knew it was a bad idea, his arms trembling to hold himself up, to keep himself steady when you're rolling your hips to get him in deeper. And just as he's about to finish, he's too lost to even care about a condom because instead of pulling out he pushes all the way in, triggering your orgasm just in time to take all the cum he's now spilling into you without a drop of regret.
kai .ᐟ
always uses one, makes sure to keep them at both of your places and has pulled away with that sad puppy dog look once he's realized he forgot to bring one with him to your small trip. His face flushed and hair a mess as he apologized. And it's so sweet the way he cares, knows that he would rather sacrifice and set the barrier between the two of you instead of worrying about pregnancy scares.
But now the two of you are far too gone to really care, already stripped down to your underwear, grinding on him while you promise it's okay, “you can pull out,” your whispered words pressed to his ear so tempting even when he knows himself. Because Kai didn't know if he would be able to stop himself the second he felt your wet cunt without anything in between the two of you. He already found it hard enough to not completely blow his load fast with a condom, but without? Felt impossible.
But you were dragging your hips just right, drawing his mind into every direction as you begged with whispering words of, “Please Hyuka, I need you,” It was enough to have him questioning if condoms were ever really needed because once he finally slipped in, feeling just how warm you were, just how close you could be, he was a goner. You had never seen that look on his face before, not so blissed out in nothing less than a second, brows close together, his mouth opened in a silent moan. His hips had a mind of their own, lost to anything but the feeling of you until he was sloppily fucking into you tucking his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressed to your pulse as he moaned with every drag, completely flush with every part of you.
And he almost didn't remember, almost. Because it was as the words were leaving his mouth that he was on the edge of his orgasm, that he realized he was far too close to filling you up with little room for remorse until after his high had washed away. So he tried to pull away, even when he didn't want to because he wanted to do right, but it was you who locked your legs around him, pressing the heels of your feet into his back to keep him right where he wanted to be. “No, please, I wanna feel it, please-” and he can't stop himself, his body melting into you before he starts to tremble, a low groan rumbling against your chest as he spills everything he has right into you. Even you're surprised with how long you feel him pulsing inside you, his whimpers so sweet as apologizes unable to stop his slow final thrusts to make sure all of his cum is pumped deep into you.
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