The Corset
Title: The Corset Fifi!Draco verse #34
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, role playing, cross dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1400
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 byaghro, with the prompts naughty, corset, panting
♣ Birthday gift for demicus, using the prompts flamboyant, gadget, demonstration
Summary: It was the most naughty thing Harry had ever seen.
It was the most naughty thing Harry had ever seen.
Harry had left the Ministry to meet Ron for a late lunch. To save time, he had cut down an unfamiliar street, which had taken him past a lingerie shop. The display in the window had stopped Harry dead in his tracks.
It was a corset. The color was predominantly pink, but there was nothing innocent about it. Black lace was inset between the ribs, and black feathers adorned the top and bottom. Below the black feathers were more feathers in pink. They reminded Harry of Fifi's feather duster. That minor realization led to a major epiphany: Harry had to see Fifi in that corset. His maid would consider it flamboyant, perhaps even ridiculous, but Harry didn't care.
He had to see Fifi in that corset.
Harry opened the door and walked into the shop, forgetting all about Ron.
~*~
Draco bustled into the flat he shared with Harry, kicked the door shut, and carried his bags into the kitchen. He was planning to make a special dinner for his boyfriend as a way to butter Harry up before he mentioned they were expected to attend dinner at his parents' Sunday evening. Draco was surprised to see a note on the table. It was addressed to him in Harry's handwriting, but Harry had left early that morning to go to work. When had he been home?
Draco picked up the note and unfolded it.
I bought you something. It's in a box on the bed. I need you to wear it for me tonight, please.
Yours, Harry
Draco's eyebrows rose as he wondered what Harry was up to. He set the note down and headed for the bedroom. Draco paused in the doorway when he recognized the hot pink box from Scarlet and Satin, his favorite lingerie shop. He bought most of Fifi's things there, but he had no idea Harry even knew of it.
Draco sat on the bed and opened the box. His eyebrows rose even higher than before. It was a corset, but not just any corset. This was a corset dress in pink satin and black lace, with a profusion of pink and black feathers. Draco grinned. If any one garment had ever been made for Fifi, this was it.
Better yet, Draco now held the upper hand in dinner negotiations.
~*~
Harry had desperately wanted to leave the Ministry early. Instead, he'd gotten sent out on a routine assignment that any wet-behind-the-ears Auror could have handled. As a result, Harry got home almost an hour later than normal.
All he'd been able to think about during the rest of the day was seeing Fifi in that scandalous corset, and Harry had needed to wank in the loo twice to relieve the pressure in his trousers. Nevertheless, he was still sporting a stiffy when he finally rushed into the flat he shared with Draco.
"I'm home!" Harry called out. No one responded to his greeting. "Fifi?" Harry tried. "Draco?"
Harry peered into the kitchen, finding it empty. The living room was similarly unoccupied. Harry went down the hall to the master bedroom. He opened the door and dropped his jaw.
Fifi was in the bedroom, waving a pink feather duster about. It wasn't the feather duster that commanded Harry's attention, however. It was the naughty corset his maid was wearing. Fifi's lithe body was perfectly showcased in the pink and black and feathered confection, just as Harry had anticipated. His maid was also wearing lacy black stockings and black heels.
"Close your mouth, M'sieur, unless you wish me to dust it for you."
Harry closed his mouth. He began stalking his maid. When Harry drew near enough, he reached for Fifi, only to get his hand whacked with the feather duster.
"I am busy, M'sieur. Keep your 'ands to yourself."
Harry yanked his hand back with a muttered curse. "You cannot dress like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself," he sulked.
"I did not choose to dress like this, M'sieur," sassed Fifi. "I thought this was the new uniform you wanted me to wear."
"Yes, but not for long," Harry said with a leer.
"M'sieur!" Fifi scolded. "Go find that boyfriend of yours for the sexing."
"He's not here right now," said Harry. "You'll have to do in a pinch," he added, giving Fifi a goose as the maid turned away from him.
"M'sieur!" screeched Fifi, giving Harry another smack with the erstwhile feather duster.
Harry growled and snatched it out of his maid's hand. "I should spank you for your cheek," he said.
"Bête," hissed Fifi, making a grab for the duster.
Harry caught Fifi with one arm and hauled his maid flush against him. "Feel what you do to me," he murmured, pressing Fifi's groin against his erection.
"I feel you crushing my feathers, M'sieur."
"What are you wearing beneath all those feathers?" Harry asked.
"That is none of your--M'sieur!" Fifi yelped when Harry abruptly turned them towards the bed and pushed the maid over it.
Harry paused to stroke Fifi's luscious, feathered arse before brushing the feathers aside. All he saw was the maid's pale skin. Harry's cock gave an urgent throb, and he groaned at the surge of lust he felt. Harry fumbled with his belt to unfasten it before lowering the zip of his trousers.
"I have to shag you," he said.
Harry palmed Fifi's arse cheeks and parted them, revealing his maid's glistening entrance. "Tart," he growled. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?"
"Oui, M'sieur," sighed Fifi, giving a naughty little wiggle.
Harry was trying to take aim, but his maid's squirming was making it difficult. "Hold still," he ordered in a gruff voice. Fifi stopped moving, and Harry lined himself up and drove himself home. "Oh, Godric," he wheezed as he plunged into his maid's snug heat.
"Ooh, M'sieur," Fifi gasped.
Harry tried to get a firm grip on the maid's hips, but the profusion of feathers were getting in the way. "Fuck," he swore.
"Oui, M'sieur!"
Harry managed to push black and pink feathers aside and grasp nothing but Fifi's silky skin. Thus anchored, he began thrusting into his maid, panting with the effort. Fifi's breaths were also coming in short puffs as the two of them surged together. The maid's fingers were clenched in the bedding, while Harry's cock was being clenched in the grip of Fifi's undulating body. Harry wished he could watch Fifi's face, but all he could see were pink feathers, black lace and pale skin.
"Do you like your new corset?"
"Oui, M'sieur!”
“Will you wear it for me again?”
“Oui, oh oui!”
Harry lost the ability to speak. He was breathing hard and working up a nice sweat as he worked his maid’s hot little hole. “I’m going to come,” he gasped.
“Not without me, you don’t,” said Fifi.
Harry felt his maid’s weight shift as Fifi’s hand got busy under the pink and black feathers at the front of the corset. Harry groaned as his muscles got tight.
“Oh fuck, Harry...oh oh OH!”
“Ah, ah, Draco!” cried Harry, arching his back and emptying himself inside his tarted up boyfriend. When it was over, Harry slumped onto Draco’s back, landing them both on the bed. A pink feather wafted up and got stuck in Harry’s hair.
“You’re crushing my feathers,” Draco grumbled. “And, I can’t breathe.”
Harry sighed and eased out of him before rolling onto his back. “That was incredible,” he said. “You’re incredible.”
“Scarlet and Satin, Harry?”
An unrepentant grin creased Harry’s face. “I happened to be passing by, saw that corset in the window, and knew you would look smashing in it,” he confessed.
Draco rolled onto his back and stretched. “Did you buy anything else there?” he asked.
“I did, as a matter of fact,” said Harry. “I found the most curious little gadget. Would you care for a demonstration?”
“Perhaps later,” Draco replied. “First, I have to ring mother and tell her we’ll be happy to attend dinner Sunday night.”
Maid Me Wait