bedtime stories
i downloaded that stupid avril lavigne song today. the one where she looks and dances like a pussycatwhore reject in the video. i don't even know why i did it - there's only one part of the song i vaguely like but now i have it on my ipod and i just feel so.. dirty.
well here's another fic i wrote ages ago that i'm posting. i went italics crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy! on this. xingou made me an icon for it too but now i can't find it. such is life :(
Title: Bedtime Stories
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry wants a bedtime story from Draco. FluffPorn!
Word count: 1,000
‘Please tell me you’re joking.’
‘Nope.’
‘You really want me to -’
‘Yep.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Yes!’ replied Harry indignantly. ‘I told you, I’ve never had one before.’
‘So why do you want one now?’ asked Draco.
Harry shrugged. ‘Call it lost childhood.’ Draco rolled his eyes. ‘I’m serious here!’ Harry insisted.
‘Fine,’ replied Draco, giving in. ‘What do you want me to read from?’
‘Make one up.’
‘I’ve never been asked to make up a bedtime story before!’
Harry snuggled down under the covers contentedly. ‘Just try your best.’
Draco gave an exaggerated sigh and sat himself down on the foot of Harry’s bed. ‘Fine.’ And in a bored voice, he began. ‘Once upon a time there was a princess in a castle who was tired of living in the castle. She became rebellious and started smashing plates around and having hissy fits. The king, who was a bad tempered old man got tired of her diva-like behaviour and ordered the guards to chop off her head. She died. The end.’
‘Draco!’
‘What?!’
‘Tell me a proper one.’
‘I don’t know any.’
‘Make one up!’
‘I just did!’
‘A proper one!’
Draco gave another exaggerated sigh. ‘Okay.’ He paused, before his eyes lit up and he started his story-telling again. ‘Okay,’ he repeated. ‘Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived. The boy had fought many - Do you want me to continue?’ he asked in annoyance as Harry rolled his eyes at the start of the tale.
‘Yeah, go on.’
‘Before I was rudely interrupted,’ Draco continued, ‘there was a boy who lived. The boy had fought many battles in his lifetime, and had grown considerably as a person. But there was still something missing. Or someone, rather. But no matter how many people wanted a piece of this golden boy, there was only one person he set his sights on.’
Harry grinned as Draco - in spite of himself - started to enjoy his role as storyteller.
‘He’d thought about this extremely handsome person a lot. With his blonde hair... his oh so exquisite flawless blonde hair that never had a hair out of place, by the way. Always so immaculate, so perfect, so -’
‘Get on with it,’ Harry interrupted.
Draco glared at him, thinking about telling Harry to stuff his stupid story up his arse, before he had a better idea. He climbed off the bed and pulled the duvet from a nude Harry. Ignoring his protests, he climbed back on the foot of the bed and then, without warning, wrapped his fist around Harry’s flaccid cock and started to stroke, bringing it up to an erect length in seconds.
‘And so the handsome blonde decided to do a favour for the boy who lived,’ Draco continued, as if there had been no change in the situation. ‘He decided that one day, while the boy was lying in bed, he’d do him a favour and help him out by giving him a quick wank… maybe a blow, if he was lucky.’
‘Was he lucky?’ Harry asked, breathing slightly heavier at the touch of the expert hand stroking him.
Draco looked up to the ceiling, pretending to think. ‘I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead in the story yet.’
Harry drew in even heavier gasps. ‘Well think fast.’
Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. ‘Sometimes,’ he continued, ‘the boy who lived got a bit impatient. A little too demanding, if you will. And so, the gorgeous blonde had to keep him in check.’ And with that, Draco reached out with his spare hand and twisted Harry’s nipple. Not hard enough to cause a yell, but hard enough to hurt.
Harry got the picture and kept quiet, enjoying the combination of the stroking and storytelling.
‘The blonde didn’t like being ordered around,’ Draco continued, ‘he loved to be in control. He loved to make people do what he wanted. And he loved to hear the boy who lived beg.’
He stroked faster, causing Harry to arch his back and let out a moan.
‘He loved to hear him beg,’ Draco repeated.
Harry let out a louder moan. His eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled as Draco stroked even faster.
‘He loved to hear him beg. For the blonde to be sucking him off,’ Draco added pointedly.
Harry finally got the picture. ‘Please,’ he panted.
‘But the blonde could easily recognize insincerity,’ Draco continued, stroking even faster.
‘Please!’
‘And he only usually complied when he heard a real hint of a plea.’
‘PLEASE!’
‘Of course, sometimes he didn’t even feel like doing it,’ Draco mused aggravatingly.
‘Oh, fuck! Please!’
‘But then again, there were times when he did.’
‘PLEASE!!’
‘But what it all came down to,’ Draco continued, stroking Harry fast now and locking eyes with his, ‘was whether the blonde thought the boy who lived actually deserves it or not.’
‘He does!’
‘And even though the golden boy said he did, it took more than that to convince the blonde. Maybe, if he begged a little more, it might sway in the golden boys favour..’
‘Please! Oh fucking hell, please!’
‘The blonde couldn’t quite here that.’
‘PLEASE!’
‘Once more with feeling.’
‘FUCK DRACO, JUST DO IT NOW!’
With a shit-eating grin, Draco went down on Harry, who desperately grabbed a fistful of Draco’s hair and forced him down further. Building up his rhythm, Draco allowed more and more of Harry’s meat into his mouth, before it started hitting the back of his throat. Harry untangled his right hand from Draco’s hair, before using both his hands to grip his head on both sides, bucking his hips and thrusting upwards in time with Draco.
Sensing he was close, Draco began to suck furiously as Harry began to pound his mouth in quicker bursts. Moving his hands down to the base of Draco’s neck, he pushed him down further before letting out a loud moan. Draco felt ropes of spunk hit the back of his throat and tongue, which he swallowed quickly, waiting for the next few loads.
Harry breathed in and out deeply, before smiling up at Draco as he detached his mouth from his cock and lay down next to him.
‘Like your story?’ Draco asked with a smirk.
‘Fantastic,’ Harry said, with a smile. Draco looked at him expectantly. ‘What?’ Harry asked.
Draco grinned. ‘I want my bedtime story now.’
well here's another fic i wrote ages ago that i'm posting. i went italics crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy! on this. xingou made me an icon for it too but now i can't find it. such is life :(
Title: Bedtime Stories
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry wants a bedtime story from Draco. FluffPorn!
Word count: 1,000
‘Please tell me you’re joking.’
‘Nope.’
‘You really want me to -’
‘Yep.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Yes!’ replied Harry indignantly. ‘I told you, I’ve never had one before.’
‘So why do you want one now?’ asked Draco.
Harry shrugged. ‘Call it lost childhood.’ Draco rolled his eyes. ‘I’m serious here!’ Harry insisted.
‘Fine,’ replied Draco, giving in. ‘What do you want me to read from?’
‘Make one up.’
‘I’ve never been asked to make up a bedtime story before!’
Harry snuggled down under the covers contentedly. ‘Just try your best.’
Draco gave an exaggerated sigh and sat himself down on the foot of Harry’s bed. ‘Fine.’ And in a bored voice, he began. ‘Once upon a time there was a princess in a castle who was tired of living in the castle. She became rebellious and started smashing plates around and having hissy fits. The king, who was a bad tempered old man got tired of her diva-like behaviour and ordered the guards to chop off her head. She died. The end.’
‘Draco!’
‘What?!’
‘Tell me a proper one.’
‘I don’t know any.’
‘Make one up!’
‘I just did!’
‘A proper one!’
Draco gave another exaggerated sigh. ‘Okay.’ He paused, before his eyes lit up and he started his story-telling again. ‘Okay,’ he repeated. ‘Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived. The boy had fought many - Do you want me to continue?’ he asked in annoyance as Harry rolled his eyes at the start of the tale.
‘Yeah, go on.’
‘Before I was rudely interrupted,’ Draco continued, ‘there was a boy who lived. The boy had fought many battles in his lifetime, and had grown considerably as a person. But there was still something missing. Or someone, rather. But no matter how many people wanted a piece of this golden boy, there was only one person he set his sights on.’
Harry grinned as Draco - in spite of himself - started to enjoy his role as storyteller.
‘He’d thought about this extremely handsome person a lot. With his blonde hair... his oh so exquisite flawless blonde hair that never had a hair out of place, by the way. Always so immaculate, so perfect, so -’
‘Get on with it,’ Harry interrupted.
Draco glared at him, thinking about telling Harry to stuff his stupid story up his arse, before he had a better idea. He climbed off the bed and pulled the duvet from a nude Harry. Ignoring his protests, he climbed back on the foot of the bed and then, without warning, wrapped his fist around Harry’s flaccid cock and started to stroke, bringing it up to an erect length in seconds.
‘And so the handsome blonde decided to do a favour for the boy who lived,’ Draco continued, as if there had been no change in the situation. ‘He decided that one day, while the boy was lying in bed, he’d do him a favour and help him out by giving him a quick wank… maybe a blow, if he was lucky.’
‘Was he lucky?’ Harry asked, breathing slightly heavier at the touch of the expert hand stroking him.
Draco looked up to the ceiling, pretending to think. ‘I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead in the story yet.’
Harry drew in even heavier gasps. ‘Well think fast.’
Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. ‘Sometimes,’ he continued, ‘the boy who lived got a bit impatient. A little too demanding, if you will. And so, the gorgeous blonde had to keep him in check.’ And with that, Draco reached out with his spare hand and twisted Harry’s nipple. Not hard enough to cause a yell, but hard enough to hurt.
Harry got the picture and kept quiet, enjoying the combination of the stroking and storytelling.
‘The blonde didn’t like being ordered around,’ Draco continued, ‘he loved to be in control. He loved to make people do what he wanted. And he loved to hear the boy who lived beg.’
He stroked faster, causing Harry to arch his back and let out a moan.
‘He loved to hear him beg,’ Draco repeated.
Harry let out a louder moan. His eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled as Draco stroked even faster.
‘He loved to hear him beg. For the blonde to be sucking him off,’ Draco added pointedly.
Harry finally got the picture. ‘Please,’ he panted.
‘But the blonde could easily recognize insincerity,’ Draco continued, stroking even faster.
‘Please!’
‘And he only usually complied when he heard a real hint of a plea.’
‘PLEASE!’
‘Of course, sometimes he didn’t even feel like doing it,’ Draco mused aggravatingly.
‘Oh, fuck! Please!’
‘But then again, there were times when he did.’
‘PLEASE!!’
‘But what it all came down to,’ Draco continued, stroking Harry fast now and locking eyes with his, ‘was whether the blonde thought the boy who lived actually deserves it or not.’
‘He does!’
‘And even though the golden boy said he did, it took more than that to convince the blonde. Maybe, if he begged a little more, it might sway in the golden boys favour..’
‘Please! Oh fucking hell, please!’
‘The blonde couldn’t quite here that.’
‘PLEASE!’
‘Once more with feeling.’
‘FUCK DRACO, JUST DO IT NOW!’
With a shit-eating grin, Draco went down on Harry, who desperately grabbed a fistful of Draco’s hair and forced him down further. Building up his rhythm, Draco allowed more and more of Harry’s meat into his mouth, before it started hitting the back of his throat. Harry untangled his right hand from Draco’s hair, before using both his hands to grip his head on both sides, bucking his hips and thrusting upwards in time with Draco.
Sensing he was close, Draco began to suck furiously as Harry began to pound his mouth in quicker bursts. Moving his hands down to the base of Draco’s neck, he pushed him down further before letting out a loud moan. Draco felt ropes of spunk hit the back of his throat and tongue, which he swallowed quickly, waiting for the next few loads.
Harry breathed in and out deeply, before smiling up at Draco as he detached his mouth from his cock and lay down next to him.
‘Like your story?’ Draco asked with a smirk.
‘Fantastic,’ Harry said, with a smile. Draco looked at him expectantly. ‘What?’ Harry asked.
Draco grinned. ‘I want my bedtime story now.’