Pièce de Résistance
Title: Pièce de Résistance Fifi!Draco verse #9
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, crossdressing (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1130
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jejo763, who asked for Fifi!Draco. Inspired by this artwork from dampfnudl. This is one fic in a series of one-shots featuring Fifi!Draco, but it can easily be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Is it the uniform?
Draco returned to the flat after a successful shopping excursion. He glanced at the Muggle clock on the wall and was relieved to note he had plenty of time. Draco carried his packages into the spare bedroom and began removing the items from the bags. He had gone shopping for Fifi. Draco was curious to know if Harry was attracted to the maid or to Fifi's scandalous attire. To that end, he had bought a rather more practical uniform for the maid.
Draco drew a blue cotton dress from one bag. It had simple lines, cap sleeves, and a modest, rounded neckline. More importantly, when worn it would fall to just above the knee. The next item was a starched white apron. There was nothing lacy or frilly about it. Draco pulled out a small white mob cap and chuckled. It would be hideous. Fifi's new stockings were white and opaque, and a pair of sturdy black Mary Jane's would take the place of Fifi's sexy black heels. Draco withdrew the pièce de résistance from a final small bag. It was a pair of plain white cotton knickers, and there was nothing remotely attractive about them. Draco couldn't wait to see Harry's reaction to them.
~*~
Harry walked into the flat and stretched to relieve the lingering stiffness in his neck. It had been a long day at the Ministry, and he was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home with his boyfriend. He wondered if he could convince Draco to give him a neck and shoulder rub. As Harry entered the living room, he discovered Fifi there.
"Fifi!" he exclaimed. Harry's smile of delight faded when he got his first good look at how his maid was dressed. "Fifi, what are you wearing?" he asked. The maid's skimpy black skirt had been replaced with a plain blue dress. Gone were the sexy black stockings and heels, and in their place were staid white stockings and serviceable shoes. Fifi's blond hair was covered with a ridiculous little cap, and a plain white apron completed the ensemble.
"This is my new uniform, M'sieur," Fifi replied demurely. "Does it meet with your approval?"
Harry rubbed his chin as he eyed the maid up and down. "I'm not sure," he answered. "Turn around."
Fifi turned a slow circle in front of Harry, allowing him to see the new uniform from all angles.
"I'm still not certain," Harry said. "Bend over and place your hands on the sofa, Fifi."
The maid's eyes grew wide. "But, M'sieur, I 'ave work to do, and-"
"Now, Fifi," Harry ordered sternly. The maid did as told. Harry approached and stroked his hand over Fifi's hip, feeling the maid twitch at the contact. "Is this rough against your skin?" Harry husked.
"N-non, M'sieur," Fifi breathed.
Harry inched the maid's skirt up, knuckles brushing Fifi's sturdy stockings. "Are these comfortable?" he asked.
"Oui, M'sieur."
Harry continued to raise Fifi's skirt, anxious to see what the maid was wearing underneath. Knowing Fifi, the naughty minx would be wearing a scandalous pair of silk panties. Harry was shocked to find that Fifi had donned a pair of plain white knickers. They should have been a turnoff, but Harry's cock surged at the sight. The cotton clung enticingly to Fifi's pert arse, teasing Harry with a hint of the maid's shadowed cleft. "These are entirely unsuitable," Harry announced. "They have to go."
"Pardonnez-moi, M'sieur?" chirped Fifi.
"Remove your knickers," Harry ordered.
The maid straightened and began to inch the offending knickers down. This was accomplished with a great deal of wiggling on Fifi's part and growing arousal on Harry's part. Finally, Fifi stilled, and the knickers dropped to the floor. Fifi stepped out of them. "Are you satisfied now, M'sieur?" the maid asked tartly.
Obviously, Fifi needed a reminder of who was the boss in this household.
"Not yet, Fifi," Harry told the maid. "I believe you deserve a spanking for your cheek."
"But, M'sieur-" Fifi began.
"Turn around," Harry instructed. "Hands on the sofa again." Fifi didn't turn so much as flounce, but Harry didn't care. He'd simply give his maid an extra swat or two for the unseemly display of temper. Once Fifi was in position, Harry swept the maid's skirt up to reveal Fifi's perfectly rounded arse. He licked his lips and smoothed one palm over the petal-soft flesh before he drew his hand back and delivered a stinging slap to Fifi's bottom. The maid squealed, and Harry landed two more sharp smacks to Fifi's arse cheeks. He paused to admire how the pale flesh had turned a blushing shade of pink. As Fifi began to relax, Harry's hand delivered half a dozen more light blows to the tender flesh.
"Oh, oh," Fifi moaned, hips hunching in the air.
Harry paused to catch his breath, and he used his reddened hand to grope between Fifi's legs. He found his maid ready and eager for sex, and Harry's penis swelled to full and painful hardness. "Where's the lube, Fifi?" he demanded in a raspy voice.
"In my pocket, M'sieur," gasped the maid.
Harry located a small tube of lubricant in the pocket of Fifi's apron and slathered his cock with it. He palmed Fifi's heat-filled buttocks and spread them, displaying the maid's most private flesh. Harry took aim and speared Fifi with his cock.
"Ooh," Fifi shrilled.
Harry pushed forward until his groin met Fifi's warm backside. "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, Fifi?"
"Oui, M'sieur," the maid replied with a delicate shiver.
Harry pulled free, teasing Fifi's entrance with the head of his prick before he plunged in again. He pounded Fifi's hole with a flurry of strokes, drawing gasping cries of pleasure from his maid. "So naughty," Harry growled.
"Oui!"
"Such a tart, you are."
"Oui!"
"Shameless slut."
"Oui!"
"You love it when I bury my cock in you, don't you, Fifi?"
"Oui, oui, oui!"
Fifi's hand disappeared under the front of the blue cotton dress, and the maid's moans grew louder.
Harry thrust harder, adding a twist of his hips on each stroke.
"Harry!" Fifi cried, bucking and shuddering through an intense climax.
Four thrusts later, and Harry was yelling, "Draco!" as he came.
They spent a few quiet moments drifting down from their post-orgasmic high. Harry reached forward and straightened the cap on Draco's head. "What's with the new uniform?" he chuckled.
Draco peered over his shoulder and smirked at Harry. "You loved it, you wanker."
Beastly Needs
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, crossdressing (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1130
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for jejo763, who asked for Fifi!Draco. Inspired by this artwork from dampfnudl. This is one fic in a series of one-shots featuring Fifi!Draco, but it can easily be read as a stand-alone.
Summary: Is it the uniform?
Draco returned to the flat after a successful shopping excursion. He glanced at the Muggle clock on the wall and was relieved to note he had plenty of time. Draco carried his packages into the spare bedroom and began removing the items from the bags. He had gone shopping for Fifi. Draco was curious to know if Harry was attracted to the maid or to Fifi's scandalous attire. To that end, he had bought a rather more practical uniform for the maid.
Draco drew a blue cotton dress from one bag. It had simple lines, cap sleeves, and a modest, rounded neckline. More importantly, when worn it would fall to just above the knee. The next item was a starched white apron. There was nothing lacy or frilly about it. Draco pulled out a small white mob cap and chuckled. It would be hideous. Fifi's new stockings were white and opaque, and a pair of sturdy black Mary Jane's would take the place of Fifi's sexy black heels. Draco withdrew the pièce de résistance from a final small bag. It was a pair of plain white cotton knickers, and there was nothing remotely attractive about them. Draco couldn't wait to see Harry's reaction to them.
~*~
Harry walked into the flat and stretched to relieve the lingering stiffness in his neck. It had been a long day at the Ministry, and he was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home with his boyfriend. He wondered if he could convince Draco to give him a neck and shoulder rub. As Harry entered the living room, he discovered Fifi there.
"Fifi!" he exclaimed. Harry's smile of delight faded when he got his first good look at how his maid was dressed. "Fifi, what are you wearing?" he asked. The maid's skimpy black skirt had been replaced with a plain blue dress. Gone were the sexy black stockings and heels, and in their place were staid white stockings and serviceable shoes. Fifi's blond hair was covered with a ridiculous little cap, and a plain white apron completed the ensemble.
"This is my new uniform, M'sieur," Fifi replied demurely. "Does it meet with your approval?"
Harry rubbed his chin as he eyed the maid up and down. "I'm not sure," he answered. "Turn around."
Fifi turned a slow circle in front of Harry, allowing him to see the new uniform from all angles.
"I'm still not certain," Harry said. "Bend over and place your hands on the sofa, Fifi."
The maid's eyes grew wide. "But, M'sieur, I 'ave work to do, and-"
"Now, Fifi," Harry ordered sternly. The maid did as told. Harry approached and stroked his hand over Fifi's hip, feeling the maid twitch at the contact. "Is this rough against your skin?" Harry husked.
"N-non, M'sieur," Fifi breathed.
Harry inched the maid's skirt up, knuckles brushing Fifi's sturdy stockings. "Are these comfortable?" he asked.
"Oui, M'sieur."
Harry continued to raise Fifi's skirt, anxious to see what the maid was wearing underneath. Knowing Fifi, the naughty minx would be wearing a scandalous pair of silk panties. Harry was shocked to find that Fifi had donned a pair of plain white knickers. They should have been a turnoff, but Harry's cock surged at the sight. The cotton clung enticingly to Fifi's pert arse, teasing Harry with a hint of the maid's shadowed cleft. "These are entirely unsuitable," Harry announced. "They have to go."
"Pardonnez-moi, M'sieur?" chirped Fifi.
"Remove your knickers," Harry ordered.
The maid straightened and began to inch the offending knickers down. This was accomplished with a great deal of wiggling on Fifi's part and growing arousal on Harry's part. Finally, Fifi stilled, and the knickers dropped to the floor. Fifi stepped out of them. "Are you satisfied now, M'sieur?" the maid asked tartly.
Obviously, Fifi needed a reminder of who was the boss in this household.
"Not yet, Fifi," Harry told the maid. "I believe you deserve a spanking for your cheek."
"But, M'sieur-" Fifi began.
"Turn around," Harry instructed. "Hands on the sofa again." Fifi didn't turn so much as flounce, but Harry didn't care. He'd simply give his maid an extra swat or two for the unseemly display of temper. Once Fifi was in position, Harry swept the maid's skirt up to reveal Fifi's perfectly rounded arse. He licked his lips and smoothed one palm over the petal-soft flesh before he drew his hand back and delivered a stinging slap to Fifi's bottom. The maid squealed, and Harry landed two more sharp smacks to Fifi's arse cheeks. He paused to admire how the pale flesh had turned a blushing shade of pink. As Fifi began to relax, Harry's hand delivered half a dozen more light blows to the tender flesh.
"Oh, oh," Fifi moaned, hips hunching in the air.
Harry paused to catch his breath, and he used his reddened hand to grope between Fifi's legs. He found his maid ready and eager for sex, and Harry's penis swelled to full and painful hardness. "Where's the lube, Fifi?" he demanded in a raspy voice.
"In my pocket, M'sieur," gasped the maid.
Harry located a small tube of lubricant in the pocket of Fifi's apron and slathered his cock with it. He palmed Fifi's heat-filled buttocks and spread them, displaying the maid's most private flesh. Harry took aim and speared Fifi with his cock.
"Ooh," Fifi shrilled.
Harry pushed forward until his groin met Fifi's warm backside. "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, Fifi?"
"Oui, M'sieur," the maid replied with a delicate shiver.
Harry pulled free, teasing Fifi's entrance with the head of his prick before he plunged in again. He pounded Fifi's hole with a flurry of strokes, drawing gasping cries of pleasure from his maid. "So naughty," Harry growled.
"Oui!"
"Such a tart, you are."
"Oui!"
"Shameless slut."
"Oui!"
"You love it when I bury my cock in you, don't you, Fifi?"
"Oui, oui, oui!"
Fifi's hand disappeared under the front of the blue cotton dress, and the maid's moans grew louder.
Harry thrust harder, adding a twist of his hips on each stroke.
"Harry!" Fifi cried, bucking and shuddering through an intense climax.
Four thrusts later, and Harry was yelling, "Draco!" as he came.
They spent a few quiet moments drifting down from their post-orgasmic high. Harry reached forward and straightened the cap on Draco's head. "What's with the new uniform?" he chuckled.
Draco peered over his shoulder and smirked at Harry. "You loved it, you wanker."
Beastly Needs