Boring Gryffindor
Title: Boring Gryffindor
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, omc/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con-if-you-squint
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1170
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Belated birthday gift for m_xanath, who requested possessive, obsessive!Harry
♥ Porn Sunday
Summary: Harry wants Malfoy, but Malfoy doesn't want a boring Gryffindor.
Harry had given up any pretense of trying to engage in conversation. Ministry functions were boring, and Harry hated all of the verbal niceties that he was expected to participate in. He had retreated to a back corner of the ballroom where he was currently drinking Firewhisky, straight, and glaring at Draco Malfoy.
Harry wanted Malfoy so badly he ached, but he had never acted on the impulse. He knew what a terrible idea it was. Harry winced when he imagined the scandal that would arise, should the Hero take up with the Bad Boy. Under normal circumstances, Harry was able to keep his lust for Malfoy at a low simmer. Tonight, however, Harry's lust was in danger of boiling over.
Malfoy was dancing with Reginald Rakestraw, an aptly named rake who was known to cavort with anyone who had two legs and a hot hole between them. Harry wondered why they hadn't gotten a room; they were virtually having sex on the dance floor, and more than a few people were glaring at them with disapproval. Harry was glaring, too, although his was more rage-fueled than anything.
When Malfoy and Rakestraw left the dance floor, Harry tensed and his stomach churned. They were going to skive off for sex, he just knew it. Surprisingly, Rakestraw headed for the champagne fountain, while Malfoy meandered in the direction of the gents. Harry found himself following Malfoy before he'd made a conscious decision to do so. He shoved his empty glass into the hands of a confused guest as he strode after Malfoy.
By the time Harry opened the door to the gents, Malfoy was washing his hands. He glanced up and nodded at Harry. "Potter."
Harry got straight to the point. "You're wasting your time with Rakestraw," he said. "He's nothing but a player."
Malfoy had the nerve to smirk at Harry. "Yeah? What if all I want is a good shag?"
"Why Rakestraw?" gritted Harry. "Why not...someone else?"
"Someone like you?" Malfoy scoffed. "I'm in the mood for a good fuck, Potter, not some boring, vanilla sex. You Gryffindors are all the same. You want to make love," he sneered, sketching quotes in the air with his fingers. "Your House should be renamed Gryffinboring."
Harry lunged forward and slammed Malfoy against the wall, feeling a perverse satisfaction at seeing Malfoy's eyes widen in alarm. "What makes you so sure I'm not capable of fucking you six ways to Sunday?"
"You don't have the nerve, Potter."
Harry seized Malfoy's mouth in a brutal kiss. Malfoy struggled briefly before he moaned and surrendered to it. Arousal slammed through Harry, leaving him aching and heavy and desperate for some relief. He tugged Malfoy's shirt from his trousers and slid a hand up inside the garment. Harry stroked Malfoy's smooth skin, fingers seeking and finding a taut nipple. He gave Malfoy's flesh a vicious pinch and swallowed Malfoy's resulting gasp.
Harry raised his head and withdrew his hand, seizing the collar of Malfoy's shirt. He yanked, scattering buttons across the tiled floor as he succeeded in baring Malfoy's chest.
"Cunt," Malfoy seethed.
Harry silenced him by attacking Malfoy's throat with lips and teeth. He sucked on a patch of skin below Malfoy's ear, drawing blood to the surface and marking him. Malfoy groaned and tipped his head back, granting Harry easier access. Harry continued kissing and sucking at Malfoy's neck, even as he reached for the button of Malfoy's trousers. He snapped it open and dragged Malfoy's zip down. Harry backed off and spun Malfoy around, pushing him into the wall again, face first
Malfoy put his hands up to prevent an injury and tossed Harry a glare over one shoulder. "Take it easy, Potter!"
"You said you wanted a fuck, remember?" growled Harry. He grabbed the waistband of Malfoy's trousers and dragged them down, along with Malfoy's pants. Harry's cock throbbed at the sight of Malfoy's pale, perfect arse. He placed a hand between Malfoy's shoulder blades, making sure Malfoy stayed put. With his other hand, Harry hastily undid his own trousers and freed his aching cock. He muttered a spell to conjure lubricant on his fingers.
"Potter, you aren't actually going to-ouch!"
Harry had Malfoy speared on two slick fingers. He worked them in and out, stretching Malfoy's rim to receive him. "I intend to, and you're going to let me," Harry said between his teeth. He found Malfoy's prostate and pressed it firmly, forestalling any further arguments.
Malfoy moaned and thrust back, fucking himself on Harry's fingers.
Harry couldn't wait any longer to bury his cock in the velvet clasp of Malfoy's body. He withdrew his fingers and guided his prick into position. Harry nudged Malfoy's entrance and thrust inside. Malfoy keened and scrabbled at the wall in front of him. Harry didn't bother allowing him to adjust. Malfoy had wanted a fuck, and it was a fuck he was going to get. Harry pushed in until his groin was snug to Malfoy's arse. He rotated his hips before pulling back and then slamming in again.
Malfoy sucked in a startled breath, but he didn't protest Harry's rough possession. He arched his back, arse jutting out in a demand for more.
Harry found a good, hard rhythm and stuck to it, driving himself into Malfoy's willing body over and over. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their furious joining: harsh, panting breaths, well-pleasured moans, and the slap of flesh meeting flesh.
Harry braced one hand on the wall and reached for Malfoy's cock with the other. He jerked Malfoy's swollen length using the same rough rhythm he was fucking Malfoy with. Malfoy groaned and undulated, clearly enjoying this unplanned sex with a boring Gryffindor. He came with a guttural cry, painting the wall in front of him with his release.
Harry's lips drew back in a manic half-snarl, half-grin as he felt Malfoy clench around him in the throes of his pleasure. Harry continued pounding into Malfoy's arse until his own balls drew up tight. He thrust in deep and pulsed inside of Malfoy's hot, gripping hole.
Harry waited only long enough for his thighs to stop trembling before pulling out of Malfoy abruptly. Malfoy twitched and swore, but Harry wasn't about to apologize. He cleaned himself with a hasty spell and put his clothing to rights. Malfoy was slower to react, and he was still pulling his pants up while Harry was sauntering out the door without bothering to look back.
Harry wanted to. He wanted to look his fill of Malfoy's flushed face, disheveled hair and fucked arse, but no. That was something a boring Gryffindor would do. Best to leave Malfoy off-balance and wanting more.
Bold Auror
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, omc/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, dub-con-if-you-squint
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1170
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Belated birthday gift for m_xanath, who requested possessive, obsessive!Harry
♥ Porn Sunday
Summary: Harry wants Malfoy, but Malfoy doesn't want a boring Gryffindor.
Harry had given up any pretense of trying to engage in conversation. Ministry functions were boring, and Harry hated all of the verbal niceties that he was expected to participate in. He had retreated to a back corner of the ballroom where he was currently drinking Firewhisky, straight, and glaring at Draco Malfoy.
Harry wanted Malfoy so badly he ached, but he had never acted on the impulse. He knew what a terrible idea it was. Harry winced when he imagined the scandal that would arise, should the Hero take up with the Bad Boy. Under normal circumstances, Harry was able to keep his lust for Malfoy at a low simmer. Tonight, however, Harry's lust was in danger of boiling over.
Malfoy was dancing with Reginald Rakestraw, an aptly named rake who was known to cavort with anyone who had two legs and a hot hole between them. Harry wondered why they hadn't gotten a room; they were virtually having sex on the dance floor, and more than a few people were glaring at them with disapproval. Harry was glaring, too, although his was more rage-fueled than anything.
When Malfoy and Rakestraw left the dance floor, Harry tensed and his stomach churned. They were going to skive off for sex, he just knew it. Surprisingly, Rakestraw headed for the champagne fountain, while Malfoy meandered in the direction of the gents. Harry found himself following Malfoy before he'd made a conscious decision to do so. He shoved his empty glass into the hands of a confused guest as he strode after Malfoy.
By the time Harry opened the door to the gents, Malfoy was washing his hands. He glanced up and nodded at Harry. "Potter."
Harry got straight to the point. "You're wasting your time with Rakestraw," he said. "He's nothing but a player."
Malfoy had the nerve to smirk at Harry. "Yeah? What if all I want is a good shag?"
"Why Rakestraw?" gritted Harry. "Why not...someone else?"
"Someone like you?" Malfoy scoffed. "I'm in the mood for a good fuck, Potter, not some boring, vanilla sex. You Gryffindors are all the same. You want to make love," he sneered, sketching quotes in the air with his fingers. "Your House should be renamed Gryffinboring."
Harry lunged forward and slammed Malfoy against the wall, feeling a perverse satisfaction at seeing Malfoy's eyes widen in alarm. "What makes you so sure I'm not capable of fucking you six ways to Sunday?"
"You don't have the nerve, Potter."
Harry seized Malfoy's mouth in a brutal kiss. Malfoy struggled briefly before he moaned and surrendered to it. Arousal slammed through Harry, leaving him aching and heavy and desperate for some relief. He tugged Malfoy's shirt from his trousers and slid a hand up inside the garment. Harry stroked Malfoy's smooth skin, fingers seeking and finding a taut nipple. He gave Malfoy's flesh a vicious pinch and swallowed Malfoy's resulting gasp.
Harry raised his head and withdrew his hand, seizing the collar of Malfoy's shirt. He yanked, scattering buttons across the tiled floor as he succeeded in baring Malfoy's chest.
"Cunt," Malfoy seethed.
Harry silenced him by attacking Malfoy's throat with lips and teeth. He sucked on a patch of skin below Malfoy's ear, drawing blood to the surface and marking him. Malfoy groaned and tipped his head back, granting Harry easier access. Harry continued kissing and sucking at Malfoy's neck, even as he reached for the button of Malfoy's trousers. He snapped it open and dragged Malfoy's zip down. Harry backed off and spun Malfoy around, pushing him into the wall again, face first
Malfoy put his hands up to prevent an injury and tossed Harry a glare over one shoulder. "Take it easy, Potter!"
"You said you wanted a fuck, remember?" growled Harry. He grabbed the waistband of Malfoy's trousers and dragged them down, along with Malfoy's pants. Harry's cock throbbed at the sight of Malfoy's pale, perfect arse. He placed a hand between Malfoy's shoulder blades, making sure Malfoy stayed put. With his other hand, Harry hastily undid his own trousers and freed his aching cock. He muttered a spell to conjure lubricant on his fingers.
"Potter, you aren't actually going to-ouch!"
Harry had Malfoy speared on two slick fingers. He worked them in and out, stretching Malfoy's rim to receive him. "I intend to, and you're going to let me," Harry said between his teeth. He found Malfoy's prostate and pressed it firmly, forestalling any further arguments.
Malfoy moaned and thrust back, fucking himself on Harry's fingers.
Harry couldn't wait any longer to bury his cock in the velvet clasp of Malfoy's body. He withdrew his fingers and guided his prick into position. Harry nudged Malfoy's entrance and thrust inside. Malfoy keened and scrabbled at the wall in front of him. Harry didn't bother allowing him to adjust. Malfoy had wanted a fuck, and it was a fuck he was going to get. Harry pushed in until his groin was snug to Malfoy's arse. He rotated his hips before pulling back and then slamming in again.
Malfoy sucked in a startled breath, but he didn't protest Harry's rough possession. He arched his back, arse jutting out in a demand for more.
Harry found a good, hard rhythm and stuck to it, driving himself into Malfoy's willing body over and over. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their furious joining: harsh, panting breaths, well-pleasured moans, and the slap of flesh meeting flesh.
Harry braced one hand on the wall and reached for Malfoy's cock with the other. He jerked Malfoy's swollen length using the same rough rhythm he was fucking Malfoy with. Malfoy groaned and undulated, clearly enjoying this unplanned sex with a boring Gryffindor. He came with a guttural cry, painting the wall in front of him with his release.
Harry's lips drew back in a manic half-snarl, half-grin as he felt Malfoy clench around him in the throes of his pleasure. Harry continued pounding into Malfoy's arse until his own balls drew up tight. He thrust in deep and pulsed inside of Malfoy's hot, gripping hole.
Harry waited only long enough for his thighs to stop trembling before pulling out of Malfoy abruptly. Malfoy twitched and swore, but Harry wasn't about to apologize. He cleaned himself with a hasty spell and put his clothing to rights. Malfoy was slower to react, and he was still pulling his pants up while Harry was sauntering out the door without bothering to look back.
Harry wanted to. He wanted to look his fill of Malfoy's flushed face, disheveled hair and fucked arse, but no. That was something a boring Gryffindor would do. Best to leave Malfoy off-balance and wanting more.
Bold Auror