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Harry is doing what he calls "pregame stretches" when his assistant notifies him that the girl he was doing this particular video with was getting ready in the room across them (which is code for "start thinking up something hot to get you a stiffy in case you're not into her). Though Harry doesn't listen really, gaze trained mostly on the makeup crew. A few of them had caught site of Harry's bulge earlier on and now they couldn't stop staring, which Harry revels in. Enjoys the attention – that's why he's a bleeding pornstar – so he shoots them a smile while he pulls his arm behind his back.
Though his attention flickers from them when the door opens.
What Harry had been privy to already, was this was her first shoot and it sort of shocked him. To be a newbie and hit off with a company comparatively big in the porn industry was wicked – Harry himself had gotten in easily, but it had taken time before he got with any of the big namers. And not to be a boaster, but Harry knew he was one of the big names on the site – a lot of people buy memberships to exclusive access of Harry only touching his cock, so he was a favorite not only in the home, but with the company as well.
He also knew that she was a little shy – they'd explained as much when Harry asked who he'd be working with. Her assistant had been the one to coordinate it – his name was Liam (and he was sort of burly, but had sweet eyes and Harry couldn't help but imagine fucking him too) – which was sort of like a manager too but Harry didn't ask. "She's like – she'll open up surely, just a bit soft around the edges. Not that I'd imagine you'd be, but don't get cocky or rude with her or there'll be hell to pay."
"Calm down, Big boy," Harry had laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it."
What Harry hadn't known was how inexplicably cute this Y/N was.
Her hair was topped up on her head in a bun, that flops loosely every which way as she walks. Starkers besides a necklace and a scrunchie at her wrist, and what appeared to be a smoothie in her hand, the straw nestled between her lips. Her eyes were bright and pretty, her mouth glossy, and she scrunches up her nose when burly, puppy faced Liam whispers something in her ear.
And Harry's cock twitches in interest, and he's confused. It's weird – Harry's been doing this for a long time, so he'd become immune to most body types, but there was something about her. Something that makes a stiffy not seem so far away as it could've been. It wasn't like she was drop dead, super model, cover of every magazine gorgeous, but she was beautiful, in a way he couldn't put his finger on. She looked just like a normal girl, with no airbrush over her occasional spot and mark. From where Harry stands her face looks bare, so he really hadn't known what took so long in the dressing room if they'd done so little.
Fresh faced and all smiley, Y/N ambles her way to him. Liam still protectively at her side when she reaches out her hand, "Hi, I'm Y/N," the other hand – the one with her cup – is held out to him, "Want a sip?"
"Y/N –" Liam starts, but somebody off in the distance calls his name, and he ventures towards it but not without giving Harry a pointed look.
"He's a bit rough, init' he?" Harry remarks, and Y/N shakes her head.
"He just worries is all. M' a bit shy and quiet a little, he doesn't want people taking advantage of me." Y/N re-gestures towards her drink again, "Do you want a drink though? It's called 'Very extraordinBERRY' and it's yummy."
Harry tucks the straw between his lips as she holds it, drinks a little and yeah, it is yummy, so he drinks a little more. "Where'd you get this?" Harry wonders aloud, taking another drink before drawing back, trying not to pay attention to the fact that his dick is growing for literally no reason at all. How could someone so sweet and just a tiny bit bashful. Most stars he's worked with have been nice sure, but they like attention just as much as he does and crave it when they're in a room. Laughing loud, speaking with the director about their good angles, this that and the other, but Y/N went straight to him. Didn't glance in anybody else's direction.
