Birthday!gift: Beastly Needs
Title: Beastly Needs Fifi!Draco verse #10
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: 1395
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 rainien, who asked for Fifi!Draco.
Summary: Fifi has a date.
Harry stared morosely at the stack of reports on his desk. He had hoped to get home early since it was a Friday, but such was not to be. He supposed he could take his work with him, but Harry disliked doing so. When he went home, he wanted to relax, and he wanted to focus his attention on his boyfriend. Draco had told Harry he didn't mind when he worked on reports at home; he simply enjoyed having Harry there with him. Harry, however, believed that Draco deserved his undivided attention away from work, and he tried not to take it home with him. With a forlorn sigh, Harry reached for the report on top of the pile.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry's Muggle intercom buzzed. "Yes?" he replied, picking it up.
"Mr Potter, there's a Fifi on the line for you, sir."
Harry's eyebrows shot up. There was no reason for Fifi to call unless the saucy minx was intent on mischief. Harry pressed the blinking line. "Potter here," he said.
"M'sieur?"
"Oui. I mean yes," Harry responded.
"C'est Fifi, M'sieur. I am calling to remind you that I 'ave a date tonight and that your dinner will be on the table under a warming charm. Au'voir!"
"Wait!" exclaimed Harry.
"Oui, M'sieur?"
"I don't recall you telling me you have a date tonight," grumbled Harry.
"We discussed it, M'sieur." Fifi's voice was both stubborn and sullen.
Harry clenched his hand around the phone. "I...will you be back later tonight?"
"Mais oui!" Fifi cried. "I am not given to carousing all night, M'sieur."
The last was said in a tart tone, and Harry grinned in spite of himself. "I'm coming home now," he announced.
~*~
By the time Harry had gathered his reports, Flooed to the lobby of his building and let himself into the flat, twenty minutes had passed. "Draco?" he called. "Fifi?" There was no answer; the flat was empty. Feeling an unexpected surge of jealousy, Harry slung his briefcase on the table in the entryway and hung his cloak in the closet. Perversely, the thought of Fifi on a date with another man had Harry hard and randy and anxious to assert himself. Unfortunately, neither his boyfriend nor his maid was here to relieve his ache. Giving himself a soothing squeeze, Harry resolved to shag the first one who returned, whether it was Draco or Fifi.
~*~
Harry had eaten his dinner and then attempted to work on his reports. However, every little noise distracted him. Finally, the front door opened. "Draco?" Harry tried.
"C'est Fifi, M'sieur," came the reply.
Harry jumped to his feet and strode into the entryway in time to see Fifi turn from hanging a coat in the closet. Harry pulled up short and stared. Fifi was dressed to kill in a short black cocktail dress, black silk stockings and sinfully high heels. Harry's eyes traveled up his maid's body and reached Fifi's face, where he experienced another gut-check.
Fifi wasn't just dressed to the nines--the maid was also wearing make-up. Fifi's natural beauty was enhanced by eyes outlined with kohl and smoky shadow. The maid's pouting lips were red and glossy and gave Fifi the appearance of a sultry fellatrix.
Harry envisioned those scarlet lips wrapped around his cock, and the resulting surge of arousal nearly buckled his legs. "Fifi," he rasped, unzipping his trousers. "Suck my cock."
"M'sieur!" Fifi gasped in outrage.
"There will be a substantial bonus involved," Harry growled as he withdrew his stiff and aching penis.
Fifi's eyes gleamed with greed for a moment before the maid knelt before Harry and grasped his cock in cool fingers. Fifi's plump red lips drew close to the glistening tip before pausing to emit a teasing puff of air.
"Fifi," Harry warned. Fifi smirked and then obediently closed those lush lips around the head of Harry's prick. Harry moaned and speared his fingers into the maid's blond hair. The sight of Fifi's glistening red lips on his cock was nearly his undoing. He spared a few brain cells to debate the merits of coming in Fifi's luscious mouth or fucking his sassy maid silly. It occurred to Harry then that he could do both. As Fifi skillfully plied Harry's cock with lips and tongue, Harry groaned and shot his load down his maid's throat.
Fifi swallowed all he had to give and sat back with a smug smile gracing those swollen lips. Harry's cock had only semi-deflated, and it was damp with saliva and smeared with Fifi's lipstick. The sight was terribly erotic and caused more blood to pump into Harry's shaft.
Fifi stood up. "Good night, M'sieur."
"Not so fast, Fifi," Harry rumbled. The maid paused and looked at him expectantly. "I am going to fuck you," announced Harry.
"I 'ave already seen to your beastly needs, M'sieur," Fifi whined, "and I am tired now."
"I have more beastly needs," Harry insisted, growing both frustrated and aroused by Fifi's hard-to-get ploy.
Fifi's lower lip protruded. "This bonus had better be worth it, M'sieur."
"Please," scoffed Harry. "You love a good fucking." Fifi sniffed at that but otherwise remained silent. Harry snagged the maid's wrist and dragged Fifi to the bedroom. "Take your dress off," he ordered. "Slowly."
Fifi complied, reaching to undo the zipper on the back of the dress. The garment slid to the floor with a shimmy of Fifi's hips and shoulders, leaving the maid clad only in thigh high silk stockings, stiletto heels, and a scrap of lace that pretended to be panties.
"Turn around," Harry commanded. Fifi turned in a slow circle, and Harry's breath hitched when he realized the maid was wearing thong underwear. "Fifi!" he exclaimed. "Those aren't knickers!"
Fifi lifted one shoulder in a laconic shrug. "I didn't want to 'ave panty lines, M'sieur."
Harry's cock was more than ready for action again, jutting from his still-open trousers and wearing Fifi's lipstick like war paint. "Place your hands on the back of that chair," Harry said, indicating the wooden chair at the writing desk in the corner.
Fifi crossed the room and gripped the top rung of the chair. Harry followed and trailed a finger beneath the thin strap of material that disappeared into the maid's cleft. He reached Fifi's entrance, finding it slick and ready. "You naughty tart," he breathed. Harry gripped the band of elastic over Fifi's hip and rent it with a sharp tug.
"M'sieur!" chirped the maid as the thong fell to the floor. "Those were expensive!"
"I'll buy you more," Harry promised, already prodding the tip of his cock into place. He penetrated Fifi with an aggressive thrust, drawing a squeaky moan from the maid. Fifi was hot and tight and wet, and Harry plunged in and out mindlessly.
"Oh, oh, oh," panted Fifi, exhaling each time Harry thrust in deep.
"You needed this...didn't you?" Harry huffed.
"Oui!"
"Did you let...your date...fuck you?" snarled Harry.
"Non, M'sieur," gasped Fifi, clutching desperately at the chair and arching back into each bold stroke. "There is only you..."
"Draco!" Harry shouted, holding his lover's hips firmly and emptying himself in the grasping hole that was latched onto his cock.
"H-Harry...my god," cried Draco as he stroked himself to completion and clenched around Harry's twitching penis. When Draco's muscles eased, he relaxed back into Harry's embrace.
"Where were you this evening?" Harry asked gruffly.
Draco smirked at him over his shoulder. "Jealous?" he taunted.
"Dra-co..."
"I reckoned you'd be working late tonight so I invited Theo and Pansy to meet me for dinner at Juju's."
"And you went looking like that?!"
"Of course not," Draco replied. "I changed after dinner."
"Where did you manage to get into that outfit and make-up?" asked Harry as he carefully withdrew from his boyfriend.
"I dolled myself up in Fifi's flat downstairs."
Harry was taken aback. "Since when has Fifi had a flat downstairs?" he demanded.
Draco's answering grin was all cheek. "Since the last time you doled out a substantial bonus."
Besieged
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: 1395
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 rainien, who asked for Fifi!Draco.
Summary: Fifi has a date.
Harry stared morosely at the stack of reports on his desk. He had hoped to get home early since it was a Friday, but such was not to be. He supposed he could take his work with him, but Harry disliked doing so. When he went home, he wanted to relax, and he wanted to focus his attention on his boyfriend. Draco had told Harry he didn't mind when he worked on reports at home; he simply enjoyed having Harry there with him. Harry, however, believed that Draco deserved his undivided attention away from work, and he tried not to take it home with him. With a forlorn sigh, Harry reached for the report on top of the pile.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry's Muggle intercom buzzed. "Yes?" he replied, picking it up.
"Mr Potter, there's a Fifi on the line for you, sir."
Harry's eyebrows shot up. There was no reason for Fifi to call unless the saucy minx was intent on mischief. Harry pressed the blinking line. "Potter here," he said.
"M'sieur?"
"Oui. I mean yes," Harry responded.
"C'est Fifi, M'sieur. I am calling to remind you that I 'ave a date tonight and that your dinner will be on the table under a warming charm. Au'voir!"
"Wait!" exclaimed Harry.
"Oui, M'sieur?"
"I don't recall you telling me you have a date tonight," grumbled Harry.
"We discussed it, M'sieur." Fifi's voice was both stubborn and sullen.
Harry clenched his hand around the phone. "I...will you be back later tonight?"
"Mais oui!" Fifi cried. "I am not given to carousing all night, M'sieur."
The last was said in a tart tone, and Harry grinned in spite of himself. "I'm coming home now," he announced.
~*~
By the time Harry had gathered his reports, Flooed to the lobby of his building and let himself into the flat, twenty minutes had passed. "Draco?" he called. "Fifi?" There was no answer; the flat was empty. Feeling an unexpected surge of jealousy, Harry slung his briefcase on the table in the entryway and hung his cloak in the closet. Perversely, the thought of Fifi on a date with another man had Harry hard and randy and anxious to assert himself. Unfortunately, neither his boyfriend nor his maid was here to relieve his ache. Giving himself a soothing squeeze, Harry resolved to shag the first one who returned, whether it was Draco or Fifi.
~*~
Harry had eaten his dinner and then attempted to work on his reports. However, every little noise distracted him. Finally, the front door opened. "Draco?" Harry tried.
"C'est Fifi, M'sieur," came the reply.
Harry jumped to his feet and strode into the entryway in time to see Fifi turn from hanging a coat in the closet. Harry pulled up short and stared. Fifi was dressed to kill in a short black cocktail dress, black silk stockings and sinfully high heels. Harry's eyes traveled up his maid's body and reached Fifi's face, where he experienced another gut-check.
Fifi wasn't just dressed to the nines--the maid was also wearing make-up. Fifi's natural beauty was enhanced by eyes outlined with kohl and smoky shadow. The maid's pouting lips were red and glossy and gave Fifi the appearance of a sultry fellatrix.
Harry envisioned those scarlet lips wrapped around his cock, and the resulting surge of arousal nearly buckled his legs. "Fifi," he rasped, unzipping his trousers. "Suck my cock."
"M'sieur!" Fifi gasped in outrage.
"There will be a substantial bonus involved," Harry growled as he withdrew his stiff and aching penis.
Fifi's eyes gleamed with greed for a moment before the maid knelt before Harry and grasped his cock in cool fingers. Fifi's plump red lips drew close to the glistening tip before pausing to emit a teasing puff of air.
"Fifi," Harry warned. Fifi smirked and then obediently closed those lush lips around the head of Harry's prick. Harry moaned and speared his fingers into the maid's blond hair. The sight of Fifi's glistening red lips on his cock was nearly his undoing. He spared a few brain cells to debate the merits of coming in Fifi's luscious mouth or fucking his sassy maid silly. It occurred to Harry then that he could do both. As Fifi skillfully plied Harry's cock with lips and tongue, Harry groaned and shot his load down his maid's throat.
Fifi swallowed all he had to give and sat back with a smug smile gracing those swollen lips. Harry's cock had only semi-deflated, and it was damp with saliva and smeared with Fifi's lipstick. The sight was terribly erotic and caused more blood to pump into Harry's shaft.
Fifi stood up. "Good night, M'sieur."
"Not so fast, Fifi," Harry rumbled. The maid paused and looked at him expectantly. "I am going to fuck you," announced Harry.
"I 'ave already seen to your beastly needs, M'sieur," Fifi whined, "and I am tired now."
"I have more beastly needs," Harry insisted, growing both frustrated and aroused by Fifi's hard-to-get ploy.
Fifi's lower lip protruded. "This bonus had better be worth it, M'sieur."
"Please," scoffed Harry. "You love a good fucking." Fifi sniffed at that but otherwise remained silent. Harry snagged the maid's wrist and dragged Fifi to the bedroom. "Take your dress off," he ordered. "Slowly."
Fifi complied, reaching to undo the zipper on the back of the dress. The garment slid to the floor with a shimmy of Fifi's hips and shoulders, leaving the maid clad only in thigh high silk stockings, stiletto heels, and a scrap of lace that pretended to be panties.
"Turn around," Harry commanded. Fifi turned in a slow circle, and Harry's breath hitched when he realized the maid was wearing thong underwear. "Fifi!" he exclaimed. "Those aren't knickers!"
Fifi lifted one shoulder in a laconic shrug. "I didn't want to 'ave panty lines, M'sieur."
Harry's cock was more than ready for action again, jutting from his still-open trousers and wearing Fifi's lipstick like war paint. "Place your hands on the back of that chair," Harry said, indicating the wooden chair at the writing desk in the corner.
Fifi crossed the room and gripped the top rung of the chair. Harry followed and trailed a finger beneath the thin strap of material that disappeared into the maid's cleft. He reached Fifi's entrance, finding it slick and ready. "You naughty tart," he breathed. Harry gripped the band of elastic over Fifi's hip and rent it with a sharp tug.
"M'sieur!" chirped the maid as the thong fell to the floor. "Those were expensive!"
"I'll buy you more," Harry promised, already prodding the tip of his cock into place. He penetrated Fifi with an aggressive thrust, drawing a squeaky moan from the maid. Fifi was hot and tight and wet, and Harry plunged in and out mindlessly.
"Oh, oh, oh," panted Fifi, exhaling each time Harry thrust in deep.
"You needed this...didn't you?" Harry huffed.
"Oui!"
"Did you let...your date...fuck you?" snarled Harry.
"Non, M'sieur," gasped Fifi, clutching desperately at the chair and arching back into each bold stroke. "There is only you..."
"Draco!" Harry shouted, holding his lover's hips firmly and emptying himself in the grasping hole that was latched onto his cock.
"H-Harry...my god," cried Draco as he stroked himself to completion and clenched around Harry's twitching penis. When Draco's muscles eased, he relaxed back into Harry's embrace.
"Where were you this evening?" Harry asked gruffly.
Draco smirked at him over his shoulder. "Jealous?" he taunted.
"Dra-co..."
"I reckoned you'd be working late tonight so I invited Theo and Pansy to meet me for dinner at Juju's."
"And you went looking like that?!"
"Of course not," Draco replied. "I changed after dinner."
"Where did you manage to get into that outfit and make-up?" asked Harry as he carefully withdrew from his boyfriend.
"I dolled myself up in Fifi's flat downstairs."
Harry was taken aback. "Since when has Fifi had a flat downstairs?" he demanded.
Draco's answering grin was all cheek. "Since the last time you doled out a substantial bonus."
Besieged