Independence Maid
Title: Independence Maid Fifi!Draco verse #37
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: 815
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 tangybreath, who asked for an update to Fifi!Draco verse with the prompts fireworks, sweat, ice
Summary: The French are coming...
Harry flinched at the sound of a sharp bang on the streets outside. "Ruddy Yanks," he groused. "Why don't they stay home to celebrate their precious independence?"
Nestled beside him on the sofa, Draco chuckled. "Let them have their fun," he said. "It won't be long before the local law catches up to them. Besides, I quite enjoy the fireworks they set off."
"But, American celebrations should be observed in America," Harry insisted. His scowl deepened when several loud pops seemed to taunt him from outside the flat.
"Shall we celebrate something British?" Draco suggested. "Or..." he continued, lowering his voice and pressing closer, "we could celebrate something French."
Harry's cock attempted to stand up and salute in his pants. "French?" he murmured. "I hope you aren't talking about escargot."
Draco angled his head and blew a hot breath in Harry's ear. "I am talking about a surprise visit from a naughty French maid, non?"
Harry shivered and sighed, "Oui."
~*~
It was hot in the flat, and Harry's skin was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. He had stripped down to his boxers and was sprawled across the bed. Harry contemplated getting up to fetch an ice cold drink, but he deemed it not worth the effort.
"Is it hot in here, or is it moi? Ooh la la!"
Harry propped himself up on his elbows, surprised to see his maid Fifi lounging in the open doorway. Instead of the traditional maid uniform, Fifi was dressed in a red hot cocktail dress.
Harry's brows rose, along with his cock. "Going somewhere?" he drawled.
Fifi's eyes roved up Harry's body. "Not if I can come here, M'sieur."
"Come here," Harry growled.
Fifi tossed a dainty black purse aside and strutted into the bedroom on sky-high red heels. Harry sat upright, only to have the maid clamber onto the bed and press him back down with a firm hand planted on his chest. Harry acquiesced, lying back and folding his hands behind his head. "Are you planning to take advantage of me?" he asked.
"Scared, M'sieur?" murmured Fifi.
Harry grinned at his maid's cheek. "Do your worst," he said.
Fifi gripped the edge of Harry's boxers and tugged them down. Harry raised his arse, allowing his maid to strip his pants off. Harry's cock sprang free and jutted from its base of dark curls.
"Pour moi, M'sieur?!" Fifi exclaimed in delight. "What shall I do with it, hm?"
"Suck it or fuck it," Harry said, voice going rough with growing lust.
"M'sieur!" chided Fifi. "Such a Potter mouth you 'ave." The maid gave Harry's cock a slow stroke before bending down to place a tiny peck on the very tip.
"Fifi," Harry growled.
His maid gave him a saucy smirk before sitting back. Fifi raised the hem of the naughty red dress and shuffled forward to straddle Harry. The maid grasped Harry's cock and came down slowly, engulfing him in tight, slick heat.
Harry groaned and thrust up, burying himself deeper. Fifi didn't seem to mind, judging by the breathy gasp the maid emitted. Harry removed his hands from behind his head and reached for Fifi. The maid was having none of it. Fifi grasped Harry's wrists and pinned his hands to the bed with startling strength. Rather than be put off by his maid's assertiveness, however, Harry was quite turned on by it. He thrust his hips up again, moaning in delight when Fifi's inner muscles gave him a welcoming squeeze.
Harry was accustomed to taking control when it came to shagging his sassy maid, but now that Fifi had turned the tables, he was content to assume a more passive role and allow his maid to ride him. And, ride him, Fifi did. The maid bounced up and down, treating Harry to a rough and tumble shag that had Harry snarling both in pleasure and in dismay that he was incapable of getting his hands on his sexy French maid.
"Ah, ah, ah," Fifi panted.
"Harder...yes, yes," chanted Harry, bucking up beneath Fifi. "I'm close," he added. "Just...keep doing...yes...oh, oh, Draco!" Harry's voice rose an octave as he snapped his hips up and emptied himself inside of his boyfriend.
Draco released Harry's wrists and rocked back on his heels. He raised his skirt higher, freeing his cock so that he could wank himself. It took only a few strokes before he climaxed, spattering Harry's chest with his come. He started to slump forward, then caught himself and listed sideways, uncoupling from Harry's softening cock.
Draco propped himself up on one elbow, then bent his head to kiss the slope of Harry's shoulder. He raised his head and smirked at Harry. "How was that for fireworks?"