I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 33: Isn't your ass still sore?

⚠️Warning⚠️: smut 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I wake up the next morning and see that I'm wearing one of Harry's t-shirts. He must have changed me after I passed out. I look over at him and see he's still sleeping, letting out little snores. His snores are so cute. Aw, my tired baby. I kiss his bare back since he is laying on his stomach and make my way to the bathroom. I notice that my face is makeup free. Aww, did Harry take my makeup off for me? He's too sweet.

I brush my teeth, then decide to hop in the shower. A few minutes into my shower, I see through the glass shower that Harry just walked into the bathroom.

"Good morning handsome," I sing happily over the sound of running shower water.

"Good morning beautiful," he says in his sexy morning voice that makes me go weak in the knees.

I smile and turn my back towards him and continue with my shower. I hear the sink turn on, so I'm assuming he's brushing his teeth. After a few minutes passed by I hear Harry's voice speak up.

"I'm about to flush the toilet," he announces to me.

"No, Harry!" I screech.

"Too late," he says then releases an evil laugh as I hear the toilet flush.

I scream as I feel my perfect temperature shower water heats up, burning my skin. I scoot as far away from the scorching hot water as best as I could waiting for the water to return back to the temperature I had it at.

"Asshole! I hate you!" I angrily yell at him.

Suddenly, Harry is opening the shower door, stepping in naked with a threatening look on his face.

"What did you call me?" He says as he corners me to the wall of the shower.

"I said you're an asshole," I said with a smug smirk.

It all happened so quick, one minute I'm staring Harry down, threatening him to make the next move, which he did, because now I'm pressed up against the wet shower wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He has my arms pinned above my head up against the wall and he's kissing me feverishly.

"I want you to fuck me, but we don't have any lube in here," I pointed out as I pulled away from his lips.

"We'll just have to compromise then," he said.

He lets go of my arms, so I wrap them around his neck. He quickly grabs a bottle of hair conditioner, squirts some in his hand and lathers up his already hard dick. He doesn't even bother prepping me, and I'm not complaining because I don't want him to. I want to feel his dick stretching my tight hole apart.

He tightly grips my left butt cheek with his left hand as he guides his dick towards my hole with his right hand. My breath hitches and I hold my breath when I feel him prying my wet hole open with the head of his cock.

I release a whimper and a choked out moan when I feel the whole tip go inside me. My eyes start to water from the pain, but it felt oh, so good.

"Shit, babe, you okay?" Harry stopped pushing into me and looked at me concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine, keep going," I said with a shaky breath.

"Baby, I know you always want to please me, but I don't want to put you in pain," he said stroking the side of my face.

"I'm fine! Just shove it in me already!" I said with an irritated whine.

I just want him deep inside me and fucking me into oblivion.

"Don't fucking raise your voice at me," Harry snarled.

"Then, just fuck me already! Stop tal-" He suddenly plows himself deep inside me, my sentence getting cut short because of a high-pitched moan being forcefully released from throat.