The Dark & The Twisted

Harry’s POV:

There she was again. I stepped to my window overlooking the inner courtyard of the expensive apartment complex I was living in, narrowing my eyes at the girl sitting on the balcony on the other side. She was sat on the ground cross-legged, wearing a big hoodie that was partially hiding her face, eagerly sucking on the black deathstick dangling from her fingers. She unfolded her bare legs and ran one hand across them, drawing circles into her flesh absent-mindedly. She then grabbed the bottle filled with brown liquid next to her and took a deep sip, revealing her beautiful face, framed by hair as red as rubies.

I gulped and continued to watch her. I had first noticed her a couple of weeks ago, and it became a bad habit to stalk her a bit. She was just magically drawing me in. Sometimes, I could see her through the windows, running around half-naked or chatting on the phone with someone. Mostly, though, I saw her make out with guys. And I’ve never seen the same face twice. Something about her told me that she wasn’t the typical slut, though. They were all the same type of guy. Rockers, musicians, bad guys.

The mornings after, I could always find her sitting outside on the balcony, barely clothed, smoking and drinking. Her face always looked tired and sort of empty, and I could tell she was fighting her inner demons. These days then proceeded on in her typing away at her laptop, before she went out again.

Today, I had decided to make contact. It sounded weird, but I just had to get to know her. I mustered all my strength and took a deep breath before I stepped out onto my own balcony. All that separated us now where about 15m of thin air. I leant on the railing, watching her intensely. Her gaze was focussed on the floor, but after about half a minute, she looked up and her eyes met mine. She didn’t seem surprised at all, and kept my stare while bringing the bottle to her lips again.

Slowly, she got up and stepped to her own railing. I admired her long legs and how the oversized hoodie clad to her thin body. She threw away the fag and looked at me intensely. I raised up an eyebrow and gave her a sly smile. The corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards and she started going back into her apartment. Before she was inside again, she turned around, though, and extended her hand, motioning for me to come get her.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to decide whether that really just happened. When I looked again, she was gone, but the curtain fluttering through the open balcony door was definitely a sign that she was there just a second ago. I went inside again and quickly grabbed my keys and phone, leaving my apartment and stepping out onto the street. I had no idea what I was actually doing, but something in my guts was leading me. I went over to the entrance of her building and stepped in front of the reception. An elderly lady was sitting there, looking at me friendly when I cleared my throat.

“Mr Styles, Miss Y/LN is expecting you. Up in the lift to the 5th floor, third door to your right,” she instructed me and I thanked her and went to the lift. Of course she would know who I was, but I had this feeling that I had heard her name before somewhere. I went up and went into the right direction. I knocked at the third door and she opened a couple of seconds later.

“Hey…” I tried to say something, but she just jumped on me, locking her legs around my hips and bringing her mouth to mine. I staggered back in surprise, but my hands quickly supported her by her bum and I closed my eyes and enjoyed her kiss. Her lips were a bit cold and not as soft as I’d imagined them, but her tongue worked magic in my mouth. Walking a couple of steps insider her apartment, I closed the door with my foot and pressed her against the nearest wall. She detached her lips from mine for a moment and our eyes locked.

“Finally,” she whispered and began nibbling on my neck. I swallowed hard and pressed my erection against her core. She met my touch eagerly, pressing her thinly clad womanhood against it in return. I was confused by her words, but my brain was not able to function at the moment, and I quickly unzipped her hoodie, revealing a black bra underneath. My hands cupped her breasts eagerly and she moaned against my neck. I quickly got down to my knees, bringing us into a horizontal position with her on top. She quickly rid me of my shirt and started unbuckling my belt. Once my pants were off, she reached behind and undid her own bra. I stared at her in amazement while she grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts, all the while looking at me challengingly. I let out a dark sound of approval and she rocked her hips slightly back and forth against my dick.

“I was wondering when you would finally find the courage to come over after watching me all this time,” she suddenly said and I gulped. She knew that I had watched her?

She got up and quickly rid me of my boxers, hovering above me. Her hands softly stroked my erection and she was still looking at me. I was turned on immensely. Her grip tightened and she brought her mouth down and softly kissed my tip. I let out a loud groan and threw my head back in pleasure. Her lips curled around my tip and she started sucking and licking the shit out of my cock. I laid there, completely helpless across the floor while that chuck was giving me the best BJ I’d ever had. My fingers found a hold in her red hair and I pulled on it from time to time when she sucked particularly well.

I could feel myself on the edge of orgasm when she left my dick and looked up at me. I shot her a pleading look. She straightened up and smiled slyly.

“Want to get me as hot and heavy as you are right now?” she asked cheekily. Damn, she darn sure knew I was close to orgasm. I nodded feverishly and she quickly stepped out of her panties and lowered herself onto me, knees next to my head. I gasped in surprise when I realised what she wanted me to do, but I grabbed her butt and made her lower down further. If she wanted to sit on my face while I ate her out, so be it. My tongue made contact with her clit and a dark moan filled the room, making my cock twitch. I started to trace around her folds, ever so slightly teasing her knob before I inserted two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She was moving up and down, riding my face and moaning uncontrollably. I was enjoying myself immensely.

“Oh, fuck, you’re good,” she said in between moans and I slapped her hard on the butt to show my approval. She got up and before I could fully comprehend, she had turned around so that we were in 69. I moaned loudly when she began sucking my dick again before continuing my work on her pussy. We both moved erratically while pleasuring the other and it only took a couple of minutes before she screamed loudly and I made her cum all over my face, covering me in sweet pussy juice. I was so turned on by her twitching body and liquid all over me, that I came as well, jerking all my cum straight into her face. When we were both done, she rolled onto her back next to me and we just laid there on the floor, panting. She was wiping my juice off her face and I squeezed her hand comfortingly.

“Sorry, I don’t normally do that,” I said, motioning to her face. She let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Was not like I gave you any other opportunity,” she said dryly and grinned. She then got up and walked into what I assumed was the bathroom. I hoisted myself up, too, pulling on my boxers. I heard water from the sink running and looked around my surroundings for the first time. I walked into a big living room, filled with black and white photography on the walls. Most was landscapes, some where half-nudes or portraits. I looked at them and recognised many of the faces, all of them huge celebrities. She came into the room and went over to a table where loads of camera equipment was sprawled out. I watched her adjust a few lenses before she turned around to face me. Coming over, she dragged me to a dark wall, positioning me in front of it. I was admiring her still naked figure when she interrupted my thoughts.

“Can I take your picture?” she asked and I looked at her in surprise. Suddenly, I knew who she was.

“You’re Y/N,” I state dryly and she nods her head. How could I have not recognised her immediately? After all, she was the most sought-after photographer in the industry, known for bringing the darkest and dirtiest sides out in here models. She had quite the reputation. I even heard that she published a book recently, something about sexual encounters.

“Why would you want to take my picture?” I asked, still shocked. Our management had tried to get her to shoot us, but she turned down the offer.

“Because I always take pictures of the people I’ve slept with,” she said calm and ran her fingers down my torso. My skin tingled at her touch and I put my hands on her hips. She dropped the camera to her side and connected our groins, giving me a sceptical look clouded with lust in her eyes. I drew her in closer before beginning to kiss down on her neck.

“Why don’t we properly fuck first, and then you can take your precious pictures all you want,” I mumbled against her hot skin.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said quickly and set down the camera. Taking my hand, she guided me into her bedroom, which only consists of a big bed right in the middle of the room. She plopped down on it willingly, spreading her legs to give me the full view.

“Fuck me hard, Styles and maybe, just maybe, I’m gonna shoot you and your stupid band,” she said in a commanding tone and I step out of my boxers, hovering above her. Without warning, I thrust hard into her, making her scream loudly.

“Of course…” she pants in between thrusts, trying to finish her sentence “that means that I would have to fuck them, too.” she ends the sentence and I let out a dark laugh.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want after we’re done,” I say harshly, pumping into her hard.

“As long as I was the one who got to fuck you first,” I growl and she falls apart underneath my heavy thrusts. I grin widely and release into her at the same time.

When she had collected herself enough to talk again, she faced me, a critical look on her face.

“I don’t usually do this, but I have a proposition,” she said to me.

“And what would that be?” I asked, interested in her answer.

“I shoot you guys, but instead of fucking all of you, you will fuck me again. Only you, cause I quite like it,” she stated and my eyes widened. Was she serious? As far as I saw, she did not fuck with one of the guys twice I saw her with.

“And just so you know, I never fuck a guy twice,” she continued. I look at her for a moment before kissing her hard. She was hot, and troubled, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I had a feeling that this woman and I could have something. If I would just let her in. We kissed for a few minutes before I drew away, resting my forehead against hers.

“Deal,” I whispered.

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