i definitely will check it out more but they don’t seem to have a source list so…idk how well i can actually determine if it will work /nm

thank you though! /gen

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"Maybe I could suck you off?" Y/N proposes, sitting up in his bed and letting his comforter pool around her waist. They'd been cuddling and watching old episodes of America's Next Top Model -- Y/N every so often commenting on how she wishes she could model and Harry telling her she could do whatever she sets her mind to (but she may just show up all the other models, so "be careful deciding, because I don't want you gettin' in scraps since you look better in casual wear). Nowhere had they been on the subject of anything remotely sexual, but here she was -- eyes wide and full of question, while Harry's own are wide and full of confusion.

"What? Where did this --" Harry starts but she shakes her head, cutting him off.

"You said you haven't gotten genuine head in a long while -- thought maybe I could suck you off then." she repeats, scooting closer, "S'alright if you don't want it, but thinking about it's got me giddy and I think that's pretty genuine. Give it my all this once -- if you never want it again..." she moves so her thighs astride his, shuffling downward, "...then I won't be hurt. S'long as I get to do it this once."

Harry finds himself nodding, before he can process it completely, trying to focus on the fact that she's bending down and ghosting her lips at the skin stretched over the soft jut of his hipbone. His prick is nudging up a bit, feeling her breath warm against him and her tongue tracing out the laurels framing his abdomen like a prize. Moving even lower to nose at the bump of his cock, pressing wet opened mouth kisses over him before moving down towards his thighs, sinking her teeth into the fleshy part of them.

It's been a long while since someone actually teased Harry until he was aching -- normally they'd just have him tug on himself until he was hard enough for the shoot and then go on, before he got head consisting of fleeting tongues and people (boys and girls alike) trying to be too fancy for the camera. There was no camera in his room though, and Y/N certainly wasn't attempting to look fancy for anybody, seemingly indulging herself in nipping and sucking and licking at his skin, until he's leaking from the tip and pulsing whenever her hand comes remotely near him.

And though this isn't for a shoot, Harry can't help but ponder the thought of how pretty Y/N would look with him -- under the twinkling bulbs for a more slow, loving shoot rather than fast paced and somewhere random. He couldn't help but imagine her -- face soft, forgetting that the cameras were rolling and just focusing in on the fact that Harry was there with her, sweeping his tongue over her plushy bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. Rocking into her slow, the glow of the fairy lights mirroring in her eyes while she looked up at them, then looking to him and --- Christ she makes him so lovey dovey sometimes, it's borderline sickening.

Y/N's fingers tuck into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs and watching has his cock leveled up. She eyes it carefully, one hand taking him gently into her hold, "I know like -- like in porn and stuff they usually don't have the guy moan a lot but -- but I want you to moan, yeah? Tell me when I'm doing good.....I like that a whole lot."

Harry nods fast, his chest heaving because each little word she spoke brought a breath that washed warm over his cock and he was having quite the hard time not bucking up into her palm (which was weird, because normally he showed such restrain -- a lot of the people he'd have blow job scenes with commemorated his courtesy in the matter), "Yeah, I can do that. Like being praised, don't you Muppet?"