Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #100 (*toots horn, throws confetti*)
Wow, this is my 100th Monthly Drabble Challenge! Who'd-a-thunk it? *laughs* I hope you've all had as much fun with the JMDC as I have. Thanks, everyone, for supporting it!
My 100th prompt is wet.
*grins salaciously*
You can use it any way you want to, be it innocent or naughty, weather-related or cleaning related or what have you. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until June 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Beck and Call 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count:
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #100 - wet
♦ Gift for JMDC #99 winner dracogotgame, who asked for a sequel to Beck and Call
Summary: Draco would rather dirty the floor than clean it.
Draco muttered and swore beneath his breath. He straightened up with a wince and rubbed his aching lower back. The action left his shirt wet with soapy water, and Draco sneered. He aimed his mulish expression in Potter's direction. He was the arsehole who had insisted Draco scrub his floors.
"Stop faffing about, Malfoy."
Draco clenched his fists in anger before dropping forward once more to resume scrubbing. He hated it, and he hated Potter, but Draco had lost a bet. Now, he was at Potter's beck and call for twenty-four hours. After sucking the hero's cock, Draco thought he'd be spending the day in Potter's bed. His prick stirred at the direction of his thoughts, and Draco scrubbed more vehemently. While he would have loathed providing the hero with sexual favors, at least Draco might have gotten some pleasure from it, too. But, no. Here he was, scrubbing Potter's kitchen on his hands and knees, arse in the air, and...
Draco ducked his head to hide a smirk. He had a fine arse, and he knew it. If Potter hadn't noticed yet, then it was up to Draco to make him notice. Draco stretched forward, which caused his back to arch and his arse to lift higher. He gave a subtle wiggle of his bum. Was that a sharply indrawn breath Draco heard from behind him? He didn't dare look over his shoulder. Not yet, at least.
Draco scrubbed more vigorously, aware that his arse was jouncing with his movements. From behind, it must look as though he were being ridden hard. Draco's cock swelled, and he longed to touch himself to ease the pressure. With luck, Potter would be the one providing Draco with relief.
Draco began to grunt softly as he worked, knowing full well the sounds he was making mimicked those of sexual activity. Enjoyable sexual activity. Draco's movements were creating some friction in his pants, which excited his cock further. He moaned, for real this time. Draco felt his face grow warm. If he came in his pants like a naughty boy, while scrubbing floors, no less, he would never forgive Potter.
Just when Draco was about to roll over and beg Potter to fuck him, rough hands grabbed his hips.
"You utter tease," growled Potter. He reached beneath Draco and began yanking at his flies.
Draco sucked in a breath when Potter brushed against his erection. He wiggled his hips and helped Potter drag his trousers and pants down. Draco's clothing bunched at the floor, above his knees. He spread his legs as far as possible, given the restriction, and he hummed in satisfaction when he felt Potter crowd up behind him. Draco heard Potter's zip lower.
"Hurry," he demanded.
Potter slapped Draco's arse. Hard. "I'm giving the orders here," he snarled.
Draco was too aroused to argue. When he felt Potter palm his arse cheeks, Draco dropped to his forearms on the damp floor and offered himself up. He heard Potter murmur a spell, followed by the sound of slick flesh on flesh. Potter was lubing his cock, and Draco's cock throbbed with need.
Draco stilled when he felt Potter's wet tip nudge against his hole. Potter pushed inside, stretching Draco's rim as he penetrated him. Draco groaned and pressed his forehead to the cool tiles, willing himself to relax and accept the intrusion. Potter probed deeper, dragging another guttural sound from Draco. He pushed back, taking more.
"Is this what you were angling for, Malfoy? A good, hard fuck?"
Draco keened and tightened around Potter's rigid shaft. He clenched his hands, squeezing dirty water from the sponge he was still clutching. An arm wrapped around Draco's chest and pulled him semi-upright. Potter's other hand, still slippery with lube, grasped Draco's cock and tugged it.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Draco gasped.
Potter was driving up into him from behind and jacking him with short, rapid strokes, and Draco could only writhe in place while senseless noises fell from his lips. The sex was raw and messy and naughty, and Draco loved it.
Potter jabbed Draco's sweet spot and squeezed his cock, and Draco stiffened in front of him and climaxed with a loud, lusty wail. Potter rose upright on his knees, hauling Draco with him and holding Draco still while he continued to pound into Draco's trembling body.
Draco felt Potter's cock jerk inside of him an instant before he felt the hot pulses of Potter's release. Potter had barely finished ejaculating before he pulled out of Draco with rude abruptness. Draco winced and toppled onto one hip, catching himself before he ended up completely on the floor.
Potter stood and tucked himself in with shaking hands. He zipped up and scowled at Draco. "You shot your load all over my clean floor," said Potter. "Get busy and scrub it again."
My 100th prompt is wet.
*grins salaciously*
You can use it any way you want to, be it innocent or naughty, weather-related or cleaning related or what have you. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc., and combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until June 30 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Beck and Call 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count:
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC #100 - wet
♦ Gift for JMDC #99 winner dracogotgame, who asked for a sequel to Beck and Call
Summary: Draco would rather dirty the floor than clean it.
Draco muttered and swore beneath his breath. He straightened up with a wince and rubbed his aching lower back. The action left his shirt wet with soapy water, and Draco sneered. He aimed his mulish expression in Potter's direction. He was the arsehole who had insisted Draco scrub his floors.
"Stop faffing about, Malfoy."
Draco clenched his fists in anger before dropping forward once more to resume scrubbing. He hated it, and he hated Potter, but Draco had lost a bet. Now, he was at Potter's beck and call for twenty-four hours. After sucking the hero's cock, Draco thought he'd be spending the day in Potter's bed. His prick stirred at the direction of his thoughts, and Draco scrubbed more vehemently. While he would have loathed providing the hero with sexual favors, at least Draco might have gotten some pleasure from it, too. But, no. Here he was, scrubbing Potter's kitchen on his hands and knees, arse in the air, and...
Draco ducked his head to hide a smirk. He had a fine arse, and he knew it. If Potter hadn't noticed yet, then it was up to Draco to make him notice. Draco stretched forward, which caused his back to arch and his arse to lift higher. He gave a subtle wiggle of his bum. Was that a sharply indrawn breath Draco heard from behind him? He didn't dare look over his shoulder. Not yet, at least.
Draco scrubbed more vigorously, aware that his arse was jouncing with his movements. From behind, it must look as though he were being ridden hard. Draco's cock swelled, and he longed to touch himself to ease the pressure. With luck, Potter would be the one providing Draco with relief.
Draco began to grunt softly as he worked, knowing full well the sounds he was making mimicked those of sexual activity. Enjoyable sexual activity. Draco's movements were creating some friction in his pants, which excited his cock further. He moaned, for real this time. Draco felt his face grow warm. If he came in his pants like a naughty boy, while scrubbing floors, no less, he would never forgive Potter.
Just when Draco was about to roll over and beg Potter to fuck him, rough hands grabbed his hips.
"You utter tease," growled Potter. He reached beneath Draco and began yanking at his flies.
Draco sucked in a breath when Potter brushed against his erection. He wiggled his hips and helped Potter drag his trousers and pants down. Draco's clothing bunched at the floor, above his knees. He spread his legs as far as possible, given the restriction, and he hummed in satisfaction when he felt Potter crowd up behind him. Draco heard Potter's zip lower.
"Hurry," he demanded.
Potter slapped Draco's arse. Hard. "I'm giving the orders here," he snarled.
Draco was too aroused to argue. When he felt Potter palm his arse cheeks, Draco dropped to his forearms on the damp floor and offered himself up. He heard Potter murmur a spell, followed by the sound of slick flesh on flesh. Potter was lubing his cock, and Draco's cock throbbed with need.
Draco stilled when he felt Potter's wet tip nudge against his hole. Potter pushed inside, stretching Draco's rim as he penetrated him. Draco groaned and pressed his forehead to the cool tiles, willing himself to relax and accept the intrusion. Potter probed deeper, dragging another guttural sound from Draco. He pushed back, taking more.
"Is this what you were angling for, Malfoy? A good, hard fuck?"
Draco keened and tightened around Potter's rigid shaft. He clenched his hands, squeezing dirty water from the sponge he was still clutching. An arm wrapped around Draco's chest and pulled him semi-upright. Potter's other hand, still slippery with lube, grasped Draco's cock and tugged it.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Draco gasped.
Potter was driving up into him from behind and jacking him with short, rapid strokes, and Draco could only writhe in place while senseless noises fell from his lips. The sex was raw and messy and naughty, and Draco loved it.
Potter jabbed Draco's sweet spot and squeezed his cock, and Draco stiffened in front of him and climaxed with a loud, lusty wail. Potter rose upright on his knees, hauling Draco with him and holding Draco still while he continued to pound into Draco's trembling body.
Draco felt Potter's cock jerk inside of him an instant before he felt the hot pulses of Potter's release. Potter had barely finished ejaculating before he pulled out of Draco with rude abruptness. Draco winced and toppled onto one hip, catching himself before he ended up completely on the floor.
Potter stood and tucked himself in with shaking hands. He zipped up and scowled at Draco. "You shot your load all over my clean floor," said Potter. "Get busy and scrub it again."