Zayne really likes doggy-style.
It's something you've known for a while. He tried to keep it under wraps for your benefit, probably not wanting to freak you out. But it started to get obvious every time his fingers gently traced your back, admiring it so openly whenever he got the chance.
So, you started to suggest it more, happy to please him. Plus, you really like it too.
Well, except for one thing.
"Take-take it off." You gasp, nearly tearing a hole in the sheets with your nails. Zayne is pounding into you from behind, hips slamming into yours loudly. It feels incredible, but the thin latex preventing you from properly feeling his cock is really ruining the experience.
Huh, Zayne was right. It really is a slippery slope skipping the condom just the one time.
"What?" He slows his pace, still panting. You squirm, hating the feeling of your orgasm beginning to ebb away.
"Take the condom off! Please Zayne I need-I need to feel you." Your words are dripping with need as he pulls out, but then hesitates.
"You're ovulating right now, which means a higher chance of pre-"
You cut him off by reaching back, grasping the latex and quickly pulling it off him with a loud snap, tossing it aside. When he still doesn't move, you whine in urgency, pushing back against him and feeling his tip brush against your entrance. He hisses at the stimulation, grasping your hips to keep you in place.
"A-Alright." He chokes out, slipping inside you.
A few weeks later, the two pink lines are hardly a surprise.