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this is a reminder for the firemanrry blurb thank you blossom🫶

HIII SORRY FOR FORGETTING HEHEHE

YOU COULDVE READ THIS EARLIER ON PATREON!!

“You’re whiny.”

Getting to this point had taken a lot of build-ups; more than Y/N typically cared to deal with, but she seemed to bend many of her primary irritants when it came to Harry. How he snores, how he likes to cuddle after sex when they were hot and their skin was sticky, how he’ll beg and pout when she tells him she isn’t going to bake muffins Saturday morning because she bakes all week (“but I’m not making you bake alone, we’d be doing it together). Things like that would usually get deep under Y/N’s skin, how they did with other people –but Harry wasn’t just some other person. With Harry, it was kind of cute.

Sometimes, her feelings swelled in her chest and overwhelmed her so immensely that she was unsure how to verbalize them. So she tries to show him how much she cares, in how she treats him, in what she makes him, in how patient she is with him. Like when he’s tiptoeing around something new he wanted to try in bed, all jumpy and jittery, full of nerves. He gets this look in his eyes when he wants to say something or ask for something, but it withers away on his tongue.

It leads to a lot of Y/N asking, “What is it?” And him smiling sheepishly and shaking his head.

“Nothing.”

Y/N can only do this so many times before she finally lets it get to her. It had been a few weeks now since she could tell he wanted something from her but didn’t know how to ask. And it wouldn’t have taken a genius to know it was something regarding sex, because when the topic came up that’s when he had that look in his eye again. Maybe Y/N would ignore it if it wasn’t important to her to satisfy his needs as he satisfies her own (she’s all about give and take when it comes down to it), but it is important to her.

But she’s patient as she always is with him, letting him pussyfoot around it for a couple of weeks before she finally snapped. They’d been kissing when it happened, Harry breathless and needy, his hands dancing around her body like he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to hold and what he wanted to grab. Engulfed by his desires, he started to let it slip out, parting from her to suck in air and to breathe, “I want –” against her lips before he smears them back over her mouth.

Humming, Y/N nips at his bottom lip and bites back a smile at the sharp whine that leaves him, “Hm? What do you want?” She skates her fingers up his shirt, squeezing his sides, “What’ve you been keeping from me?”

Harry is dazed, when he draws back to look at her, eyes all glassy and unfocused and it’s just horribly endearing how worked up he gets just from kissing. He shudders, and with one hand on her hip he digs his fingers into the flesh and he pauses, like he’s thinking about it. Indecisive about what he wants to do next.

It’s only when he starts to shake his head like he’s going to brush it off again and bend down to kiss her, Y/N threads her fingers into his hair. She grabs at the root, firm in a way he likes, and tugs just enough to keep him from progressing. A moan leaves him, deep and low from his belly, “Harry,” she says, her tone warning, “What is it that you want?” This time she asks it slowly, enunciating every syllable, leaving no room for hesitation or question. She speaks it in a way that says she knew he wanted something – something he’d been trying to hide but doing so poorly at.

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it just for a few seconds before he falters beneath her gaze, “I want to – I wanna try you inside of. . .inside of me.”

Y/N blinks at him.

“That’s it?” She tilted her head, the fingers in his hair now card gently through the strands, stretching her fingers out to untangle the curls.

“What do you mean that’s it?” Harry pouted, “That’s kind of big, isn’t it?”

Y/N shrugged, “Not really,” she told him, “I thought you were g’na ask to piss on me or something.”

“Y/N –” he starts to whine again.

“--but you want me inside of you? That’s manageable and easy – is it just my fingers you want, or do you want me to peg you?”

Harry lets out another shuddered breath, “The – both,” he clears his throat, “I want both.”

Y/N nodded, “Order one then, and I will.”

Somehow, Harry manages to appear even more sheepish, his face already flushed pink now a blazing red, “I already. . .” he trailed off and it only takes Y/N a couple of seconds to realize that he’s already made the purchase. A startled laugh leaves her throat, and she pets him like he’s a cat, rubbing over his shoulder blades.

“Oh wow, you really do want it.”

He whines again, hiding his face in her throat and Y/N laughs again. He presses a kiss to her skin, then nips at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, “Have you before?” He inquired and Y/N hummed, tracing circles along his skin.

“Mhm,” she thinks back to it – it was a while ago, but she remembers she slept with a guy who was really into it. It was nothing remarkable or special, really, and Y/N hadn’t really thought about doing it again until right now – until she started thinking about how cute Harry would look beneath her. He’s already precious while she’s riding him and he’s breathless and panting and needy. . .she feels like this would be a reaction similar, but doubled. Something even better – something that makes her squeeze around nothing at the thought.

Harry grumbled, pulling back and he pouted again, “Your lip is gonna get stuck like that.” She teases and Harry sighs, brows furrowed.

“I’m not your first?” Y/N smiles at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, guiding him backward so she could sit up from where she’d been spread out on the bed.

“You’re jealous?” She teased again, and Harry, always so honest, nodded.

“Yes,” he huffed, “I’m jealous. Sorry.”

“You’re silly and you think too much,” she urged him even further, so he dropped his bum to the bed, leaning back onto the mattress and letting her drag his sweatpants off, “Do you want to be on your belly or on your back?”

Harry chooses his belly, his face and neck pink with a flush she’s sure splotches down his chest and torso as he rolls over onto his stomach. He’s already hard, dripping enough that there had been a small wet spot on his briefs and she gives him a slight reprieve from any more teasing for now. They were in his room, and Y/N knows that he keeps lube in his bedside drawer so she reaches over and plucks it out, popping the cap, while simultaneously placing a pillow beneath his hips, “Have you ever had your fingers in yourself before?”

“A few times,” he murmured, muffled against the pillow he’d dragged to lay his head on, “But I – only like 1 or 2.”

“You’ve got pretty big fingers,” she told him, sliding her hands over the warm skin – he’s got a cute little bum, Y/N’s always thought so, and she’d always appreciated that it wasn’t flat or too muscular. He was soft, and the flesh yields to her touch, “I bet it felt pretty good.”

He sucked in another shaky breath, “I just – I imagined it was you, the whole time.”

“You’re cute,” Y/N sighs, leaning in and kissing between his shoulders before she takes the bottle of lube and squirts some on her fingers and then between his cheeks, murmuring an apology when he hisses from how cold it was. Y/N figured it should be a bit messy – partly because she knew the more lube the better, and it would aid in the glide of her fingers – and partly because she wanted to hear her fingers squelch while she fucked him with them. She was already enjoying this much more than the first time she’d done it, and she hadn’t even gotten a finger in yet.

Harry’s soft and pink, when she splits him open for her to see and he wriggles beneath her gaze. He’d just showered – honestly, they were halfway to going to bed for the night, but Harry had snuggled in beside her and started kissing her soon after he’d put clothes on. She has half the mind to lick into him but she thinks that might be a lot for the first time they’re trying this together.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” she murmured, “At any point, and we will.”

With that, she slides one finger against the rim, listening to him inhale deeply as she traced along the outside and waits for him to relax enough that she could slip inside of him. She lets him get used to the idea of the intrusion before actually pushing forth with it, sinking her index finger inside of him slowly, feeling his walls contract and pulsate around her to accommodate the addition.

She sinks down to her knuckle and then curls her finger, biting back a smile when Harry moans, loud and unabashed as she brushes against his prostate, “F-fuck,” he cries out, “More.”

“Ohh, that was quick,” she murmured, “I kind of thought I’d have to work to make you beg.”

“No teasing,” she can hear the pout in his voice though she can’t see it, and with her free hand she traces circles into his lower back.

“I’m not teasing,” she curls her finger again, and his hips jump forward, brushing against the pillow in front of him, “I was just noting. You’re more of a slut than I thought.”

Another moan, loud and whiny, and Y/N doesn’t stop herself from smiling this time.

This was much better than the other time she’s done it.

. . .

Harry should have known Y/N would be meticulous in her approach to this; she is with all things. He’s certain that is what makes her such a good baker – she knows exactly what she needs to do, how she needs to do it, and what she would need to do – for every cake, bread, or cookie she’s making. Despite her relatively relaxed and ‘go-with-the-flow’ nature, she was incredibly diligent and detailed when it came to doing certain things. Her baking, for one, but that was a given. How she makes her bed in the mornings, she’s pretty strict about that (unless Harry is asleep in it still, then she leaves it be but he knows better than to leave it unmade when he wakes). The order she maintains her skincare routine, she can be pretty thorough as well.

And last, but not least, she’s most detailed and scrupulous in how she can pull Harry apart.

She’s always been good at it – from the first moment that she walked in on him touching himself, she knew exactly what to do and how to do it. As if Harry’s pleasure was an intricately woven puzzle for her to carefully pluck and pull apart as a means to amuse herself. One that wasn’t all too difficult, honestly, because it doesn’t take much to have Harry shuddering and cumming in his pants.

He’d been so nervous to bring it up but he doesn’t know why – Y/N was Y/N; the worst she could say is no, but she would never judge him or be cruel about it. She was horribly blunt, yes, but she wasn’t mean – she was honest in a way that Harry has never experienced from someone in his life. It was refreshing today as it was the first time they met in yoga.

Secretly – or, well not so secretly, he did admit it to her – he was jealous that she had already experienced this with someone else. Retrospectively, he knew it was beneficial to the both of them and they weren’t fumbling around trying to figure out what to do and how to do it, and in turn, it made the experience better for the both of them. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel a little whiny about it. The thought of Y/N with anyone besides him fills him up with such intense jealousy he couldn’t ever voice it aloud, though he’s sure it’s written all over his face even when he tries to hide it.

But she gives him no time to really dwell on it because she’s flipped him over and has been fucking her fingers into him. Working him up, grazing and brushing his prostate teasingly before actually stroking it, punching into it, curling her fingers (the three of them she’d worked inside of him) until he had softened up (his muscles, not his cock – he’s never been as hard as he was now). Harry is rocking his hips against the pillow, feeling the fabric stroke against the sensitive tip of his dick that’s sticky and wet from all he’s leaking. It’s too much – it feels too good – and all the while Y/N is telling him how much of a whore he is. How slutty he looks around her fingers, how good he’s taking it.

At some point, he’d maneuvered so he had his knees bent, and it gave him more leverage to fuck back against her fingers. This stirs a pleased and surprised-sounding laugh from behind him, “Oh?”

“Please,” he whimpered, “Please, please –”

“Do you want to cum on my fingers?” She inquired, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”

He gasps wetly when she reaches around, fitting her hand between his body and the pillow and curling her fingers around the base of his prick, squeezing tightly, “Yes, yes, yes, I need – I need it.”

“Ohh, you need it now?” She leaned forward, kissing the small of his back and keeping both of her hands still, “Where’s it at, baby?”

Harry somehow manages to instruct her where the strap-on he ordered was hidden beneath his bed, and Y/N withdraws her fingers from him slowly, wiping them off on his bum before reaching over the edge of his mattress. There’s a lot of fiddling behind him and he tries to ground himself while he waits, taking deep, slow breaths, keeping his muscles relaxed and softened for her. Y/N playfully taps the head of the dildo (what was a sparkly blue, a little smaller than average size since it was his first time) against his bum and giggles. Then she does it again against his rim, and the giggle Harry shared with her turns into a wanton noise, “Do you want to stay on your belly?”

He was still a little embarrassed for her to see him like this, so he nodded. Harry hates how quick he is to get worked up, and he feels silly for how even just the tip of it against him made him feel like he was going to cum. If he was actually looking at Y/N while it happened, he’d probably cum before she could even bottom out – so he’d stay on his belly for now. Y/N noses at the nape of his neck, a moment very tender and soft for what they were about to do.

The stretch isn’t as unbearable as he’d imagined it might be. Y/N had spent ample time stretching him out and getting him relaxed so he thinks that aids a lot in the entry (plus the obscene amount of lube he heard her squirt onto it); slow and steady she presses into him, rocking her hips gently. She rocks more and more of the dildo in until he’s seated against the fake balls and he can feel the rough fabric that’s keeping the harness velcro onto her. As he’s getting used to feeling so, so, so full – Y/N wraps around again and twists her hand over his cock. His erection hadn’t flagged even a bit, which he guesses Y/N had not been expecting, “You feel good?”

“Mhm,” he hums, rocking his hips into her fist, “So good, I want you to move – need you to move.”

“Are you sure, Sweetheart?” She is stretched over him, her cheek pressed to the side of his head while she murmured in his ear, “You ready for me to fuck you open?”

“God, please.”

Just as Harry does with her, Y/N starts slow and then builds up her pace. At first, it’s just a gentle rocking, and Harry feels the soft silicone drags at his rim, a smooth glide in and out as he’s merely getting used to the feeling of it being inside of him. Y/N fixes her hands on his hips, cants them in a certain way, and makes sure the pillow is still bunched up beneath him on one of her pulls out – and when she sinks back into him, he sees stars, “Fuck!”

Y/N breathes another laugh as she focuses on that spot, not holding back, and even though Harry can tell that the movements are slightly clunky and a little on the slower side (she doesn’t do this often, obviously it would be a little difficult) she makes up for it in the force behind each thrust. She punches into his prostate and each time more precum leaks from him, dripping onto the pillow, making it messy, and in turn his cock strokes through it. Everything is stimulating him, it feels like, even how the sheets feel against his skin, and how Y/N kisses wetly at his throat, nipping and sucking and biting, “It’s a shame I can’t cum in you, hm? I bet you’d look pretty with it leaking out.”

“I’m cumming,” he barely whines out, the bubble of heat rapidly expanding from a small trickle to a full-on wave, “Cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” It’s full-bodied, all-encompassing, rattling through his body and shaking through limbs. He simultaneously presses back into the fake dick and forward trying to run away from the overstimulation of it, but he only bucks into her hand then. His fingers dig into the pillows tightly, Harry’s moans and mewls crescendo as he spurts hot and wet from his tip – some even hits his chin.

Harry basks in the afterglow of it, chest heaving as Y/N’s hips slow to a stop. She spends some time kissing him, only this time she slides her hand under his cheek against the pillow and has him meet her mouth. The positioning makes it hard to properly kiss, but it works, even if Harry is just panting hotly against her mouth, his tongue curling around hers. Eventually, while he’s distracted by the kiss, she slowly slides out of him with a squelch that makes Harry wince and he frowns at the empty feeling.

The sound of Velcro detaching is what finally gets Harry to flip around, and before he can even settle, Y/N is crawling over the top of him. Her knees bracket his waist, and she hovers over where his cock had begun to soften, “Did you like it?”

Harry smiled, nodding, “So much,” he murmured, “Thank you for doing this with me.”

Y/N gets a look in her eye that Harry can only describe as fond, as she moves forward to press a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then his mouth before she’s leaning back up again, “Don’t thank me,” she replied, “Get hard again and fuck me this time to show me you’re grateful.”

Harry’s prick twitches between his thighs.

That wouldn’t be too difficult.

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