Rubber Maid
Title: Rubber Maid Fifi!Draco verse #38
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: 875
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 asked for an update to Fifi!Draco verse with the prompts wet suit, yellow, rubber
Summary: Harry has no tact.
"M'sieur," clucked Fifi, "let's get you out of that wet suit."
Harry was certain there was a joke in there somewhere. Perhaps a quip along the lines of out of this wet suit and into a hot maid, but he was too distracted by Fifi's dress to banter.
"Fifi, what are you wearing?" Harry demanded as the maid relieved him of his suit jacket.
"My uniform, M'sieur."
"It's...yellow."
"Oui, M'sieur," nodded Fifi. "The day is so gloomy, I thought per'aps yellow would brighten things up."
"It's hideous," said Harry, tugging now at his damp tie.
"That is unkind, M'sieur."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that yellow is not a good color for blonds?" Harry asked. "Aside from the unfortunate color, the dress itself is dreadful. It looks like that blue piece of shit you wear when you're in a snit."
"This is my blue uniform, M'sieur," Fifi snapped. "I changed it to yellow because you complained of the drab color."
"That dress is ugly, no matter what color it is," said Harry. "I insist you remove it at once."
"I 'ave work to do, M'sieur," sniffed Fifi. "I do not 'ave time for your naughty games."
"I'll remember that when I consider your holiday bonus," Harry said with a glower. "Go draw me a hot bath, you snippy little prude."
Fifi turned and flounced in the direction of the bathroom. Harry toed his shoes off and began unbuttoning his shirt as he padded after his maid. He finished undressing in the bedroom, already smiling in anticipation of sinking into a tub of hot water. Harry could hear the water running as Fifi puttered around in the en suite. He strode into the bathroom, erection leading the way. Harry couldn't help but notice his maid's frank appraisal.
"Do you see something you like, Fifi?" Harry asked with a leer.
"Non, M'sieur," sassed the maid.
Harry's smile faded, but he refused to be thwarted. He stepped carefully into the bath and sank down with a grateful sigh. "Why are you still wearing that dress?" he demanded.
"A proper maid must wear a uniform," Fifi said.
Harry didn't argue. "Hand me the soap, Fifi," he instructed.
Fifi snatched a bar of soap from the sink and handed it to Harry.
Harry grabbed his maid's arm and tugged Fifi into the bath with him.
"M'sieur!" screeched the maid.
Harry released Fifi and laughed as the maid scrambled out of the tub. "Oh dear me," said Harry. "Now you'll have to remove your wet dress."
"Bête," hissed Fifi. The maid snatched a rubber duck from the sink and hurled it at Harry's head.
Harry avoided the missile and began soaping his torso.
Fifi's eyes tracked the movement, and the tip of a pink tongue flicked out to dampen the maid's lips.
"Take off that wet rag and join me in the bath," said Harry.
"Is that an order, M'sieur?"
"Yes."
Fifi began muttering and peeling off the sodden, yellow garment. Once naked, the maid stepped gingerly into the large tub and scooted as far from Harry as possible.
Harry pretended to ignore Fifi. Instead, he held the rubber duck aloft and flicked the tiny switch on the bottom. The duck began to vibrate, and Fifi sidled closer.
"Ooh, la, M'sieur!"
"Would you like to play, Fifi?"
"Oui, M'sieur!"
"Come here then, you naughty tart."
Fifi glommed onto Harry, and Harry groaned at the sensation of his maid's slick, wet skin against his own. He Summoned a bottle of waterproof lubricant and handed it to Fifi. "Prepare yourself," said Harry.
Fifi rose to a kneeling position and put the lube to use. Harry had to squeeze the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. Just watching his maid was driving him to the brink. "Ride me, Fifi," he husked.
The maid set the bottle aside and moved to straddle Harry's hips. Fifi grabbed Harry's cock, positioned it, and sank down on him. Both of them moaned. Harry kneaded his maid's arse, willing Fifi to move. Fifi took the hint and began pumping steadily up and down. Harry tightened his grip on the maid and thrust up, driving himself into silky heat over and over again.
Fifi's hand dipped into the water. Harry knew what his naughty maid was doing when breathy little cries escaped Fifi's lips.
"Stroke yourself, Fifi," said Harry. "I want to see you come, feel you clench around me-"
"Harry!"
The maid climaxed, giving Harry just what he wanted. He groaned as he felt Fifi clamp down hard on his cock. Harry continued pushing his hips up, thrusting and twisting until he was caught up in his own maelstrom of pleasure.
"Oh god, Draco," Harry gasped as he emptied himself inside of his boyfriend.
Draco slumped atop Harry as they caught their breath. He nuzzled into Harry's neck and then bit him.
"Ouch!" bleated Harry. "What was that for?!"
"You made fun of my yellow uniform," Draco grumbled, settling himself more comfortably.
"It was ugly," said Harry. He reached out with one hand, searching beneath the water for the vibrating duckie.
"Pah," scoffed Draco. "Nobody asked y-ooh, la la!"