Impatient
Title: Impatient Fifi!Draco verse #26
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, role playing, cross dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for fancypantsdylan, who gave me a choice of verses to write in. I selected Fifi!Draco.
Summary: Harry gets home late again, and someone has been too impatient to wait.
Harry eyed the pile of reports that required his signature, and his brows drew down in a scowl. He was tired and frustrated, and he just wanted to go home. The fact that Fifi had rang him earlier and said there would be a special dessert waiting for him had much to do with Harry's current level of annoyance. He knew he'd been working late too many nights when his maid tried to entice him into coming home early.
Snatching up a fresh quill, Harry reached for the first report on the stack.
~*~
Harry let himself into his flat and waited. When the maid didn't immediately bustle forth to help him out of his cloak, Harry grumbled under his breath and hung the garment himself.
"Fifi?" he called, wondering where the little minx was. Harry peered into the kitchen, but he found it empty. Had his maid gotten disgruntled and left? Frowning once more, Harry walked down the hall to the bedroom, where he planned to change into more casual clothing. He stepped in the room and stumbled to a halt.
Fifi was sprawled across the bed in satiated repose. The maid was wearing nothing but a pink corset and sheer pink stockings, held in place by a garter belt. The faint scent of sex permeated the bedroom, and Harry's cock surged to jealous life in his pants.
"Fifi!" he roared, "whom have you been having sex with?!"
"Ooh, la, M'sieur," replied the maid with an airy wave of one hand. "That naughty Draco subjected me to his needs before he left. He said you were not around to satisfy him, and so it fell to me."
Harry blinked. "It was Draco who left you in this state?"
"Oui, M'sieur."
The thought of it was quite enticing, indeed, and Harry's cock was now throbbing with his own need. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. "Did Draco use your little hole for his own pleasure?" Harry rasped.
"Oui, M'sieur," murmured Fifi. "I 'ave been sorely used."
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Harry, tossing his shirt aside and unbuckling his belt.
"M'sieur!"
Harry removed his belt and slapped the end into his open palm. "Answer the question," he insisted.
"Oui, I enjoyed it, M'sieur," Fifi replied with a sulky pout.
Harry finished undressing and joined his maid on the rumpled bed.
"What are you doing, M'sieur?"
"I intend to shag you," said Harry, wresting Fifi's legs apart.
"Mais non, M'sieur!" shrilled the maid. "I 'ave done my sexing for the day!"
"You love a good shag, you tart," growled Harry. "Now, open wide."
Fifi pouted in protest but did as Harry instructed. Harry settled between the maid's thighs and paused to look his fill. Fifi's hole was red and glistening from recent use, and Harry groaned at the sight. His cock twitched, eager to be plunged into the maid's body. Harry aligned himself with Fifi's entrance.
"Say ah, Fifi," he rumbled, thrusting forward.
"Ah, M'sieur!" cried Fifi, arching up to take Harry deep.
The maid was hot and wet, and Harry drove in hard, selfishly seeking his own pleasure. Fifi had recently climaxed, the slut, and Harry wasn't about to wait for his maid to catch up to him. He pulled out and plunged in again, buggering Fifi but good. The maid writhed and panted beneath him, clinging to Harry's hips with those pink-stockinged thighs.
"Is this better than you got from Draco?" grunted Harry, pumping forcefully between his maid's legs.
"Mais oui, M'sieur," moaned Fifi, clutching Harry's biceps.
Harry knew he wouldn't last, not when he'd been aroused for so long, anticipating just this. "Ungh, ungh," he gasped, thrusting harder and faster. "I can't believe...how impatient you are."
"You were late...again..."
"Fuck, Draco, I'm-AH!" cried Harry, body tightening in climax. When it passed, and his muscles had eased, Harry slumped atop his boyfriend. "I can't believe you started without me," he accused. "And finished, too!"
Draco squeezed Harry with his legs. "I grew tired of waiting," he muttered. "You weren't here, but my vibrator was."
Harry grinned at Draco's sulky expression before kissing his boyfriend's protruding lower lip. "I'm here now," he said. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Yeah?" Draco brightened. He squirmed under Harry, prodding Harry's belly with his erection. "You can start by sucking me off."
Maid for the Beach