Yes

You wake up, bleary eyed and hungover. You touch the tender wet spot between your legs and the memory of last night comes flooding back.

“Fuck” you yell into your pillow. Paul plowed you last night. It felt incredible but you let him cum inside you, that’s not smart, not smart, not smart at all. You spiral and start to panic and you hear the shower start. You hop out of bed and knock on the bathroom door.

“Come in, oh there she is, how you feeling ? You have fun last night?” He asks thru a leer.

“Paul you fucking idiot you came in me, I can get pregnant, I could be pregnant right now, then this is all permanent.” You gesture at your body, while you start to breathe even heavier.

Paul immediately drops the smart ass act and gets out , he’s dripping wet but he holds you to him.

“Hey hey,” he strokes your hair and back, “you’re not pregnant, it’s okay I promise.”

“There’s no way you can know that.”, you snap.

“Please calm down. The custom pill had a birth control modifier added, I could cum in you a hundred times and we’d be fine” he says while giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Instantly relief washes over you, “Oh Paul, you sneaky little shit, thank god. “ you pat his chest.

“C’mere,” he kisses you, “why don’t you get in here with me, please, the water will make you feel better.”

You take his hand as he leads you in, the shower is almost as big as your bedroom back home, there’s even a shelf to sit on.

Paul was right the hot shower feels amazing, as the last of your lingering worries was away. He soaps your back and rubs your shoulders as you roll your neck. He cups your breast and lightly pulls on your nipples, you almost tell him to stop but whimper instead. His soapy erection presses against your ass. You reach behind to caress his hair as he kisses your shoulder. In this moment you’re his and would do anything he asks as steam and the sounds of passion fill the opulent bathroom