The Resident // Harry Styles H.S.

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"Jesus Janel. You make me fvcking crazy", he said under his breath as he stomped through the door in different basketball type clothy shorts now. Still no shirt.

He didn't stop walking when he got to me. He slowed down, but he kept going. I thought I would be knocked down, but his hand wrapped around my back and led me straight to the wall. I caught my breath a few times. Flashes of movies where the man beat up the woman were going through my head at 100 miles per hour. When his other hand flew up to cradle my head from hitting the wall, I flinched. I was so confused, and a little bit scared. Harry wouldn't do that to me, right? He was a nice guy. He'd never hurt me. He'd promised he wouldn't, many times before. But we'd never had a fight before. I'd never seen him mad....

The second I unflinched to see what was coming at me next, he was staring me right in the eyes. "No Janel. I'd never ever hit you. You don't need to ever flinch from me", he said quickly. And then his lips crashed down onto mine. Hard.

I gasped in a quick breath. So confused. I thought he was mad at me. Why is he kissing me?

I didn't care why. My entire body felt the jolt of his rough kiss, and I caught up to my brain and started kissing back. His kiss was.....frantic. It was fast and he turned his head from side to side a lot more than before. His hand slithered out from behind my back, and his other one slithered from behind my head. Both hands braced the sides of my face as his tongue darted through my lips and all over inside my mouth, searching for my tongue. He had done this before, and I loved the taste of him. And I still did. His body molded around mine, pressing on me hard, into the wall. My arms were still at my sides. I still didn't know what was going on. It was like....an angry kiss. It was so much different from the tender slow kisses earlier. Even when our slow kisses got fast and heated up more, they still weren't like THIS. Every nerve in my body felt prickly. And then I noticed his pen.is pushing into my stomach.

Heh hemm......sorry, sm.ut scene again! I'm a terrible person. Lol.

I noticed he was rocking up and down slightly against my stomach.

His tongue slid out and traced my lips which made my entire face feel like a giant goosebump.

Then his lips kissed their way across my face and down the side of my chin, just under it.

I was on fire. My whole body felt hot. Like I had a fever.

Down my neck he kissed and licked across both sides of my tank top strap on my shoulder and back to the bottom middle of my neck, while he rocked against me, with what seemed like a mission.

His face slid across my neck to my right side, and his right hand came down my neck, over my shoulder, and slid straight down to my breast. It stopped right there. Right on top of my breast. And it felt crazy good. I let out a panting breath.

After squeezing a few times, his hand slid off my breast and down my stomach. His fingers found the edge of my tank top and slid underneath. Feeling his hot hand on my stomach skin made my body press against him, my hips searching for anything to press against. But his pen.is was a little too high.

I think he felt me squirming, because he pressed against me harder, as if he was trying to keep me still. My hands finally wrapped around his bare back and neck. His hand slid slowly up my stomach and underneath the built in bra inside my tank top. Oh my god, he was touching my breast. A man was touching my breast. I felt.....violated, but at the same time, I loved it. I knew it was part of s.ex, and he was supposed to touch my entire body. But it still felt strange, like he shouldn't be there. Like I should push him away and slap him. But I didn't want to push him away. I wanted to push into him.