#and draco needs to wank goddamn it

[bridenore]

HD Suds Fest 2022

Here are some of my favorite fics from @hdsudsfest 2022. Listed in alphabetical order.

but first, we fight by @nv-md [8k]

Fighting with Draco Malfoy has never been quite this  thrilling...or this frustrating. Harry's always horny, Draco's in  denial, and there simply isn't enough time in the day to fight crime and  watch your ex-archnemesis wash his arse. Or what it's like to be in love with Draco Malfoy and have to see him naked in the goddamn shower.

of course i cum fast, i've got a snitch to catch by @swoontodeath [7k]

Strangest of all, Potter never lasts more than two minutes — and that’s if Draco’s being really, really generous with his time-keeping. It should be off-putting, but Draco’s just intrigued. Perhaps that’s why he’s watched Potter wank in the showers so often.

Paragraph Twelve, Clause Four by InnerLilith [14k]

Harry loves nothing more than a nice, leisurely wank in the bath. He thinks Draco can’t hear him. Draco can hear him.

Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks [28k]

Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when  he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it  would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual  sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell  is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his  life?

Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants [33k]

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has  their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is.  Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be  the guidepost Harry needed? In which Harry's trip to Norway to  visit dragon-wrangler Ron introduces him to hikes from hell, mysterious   natural magic, foraging, magical bathing, a new and bizarre friendship, and the frustrating, heady allure of his former nemesis turned sexy   globetrotting field researcher.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! 

[the-francakes]

Draco’s breath hitches. He’s close to that sweet release that will make this day better. He’s falling into the deepness of the sort of orgasm that will melt his body and allow him to relax enough to finally sleep. His bed is dark but welcoming, without so many goddamn pillows. It’s not the fluffy mess of clouds that Granger’s is, even if he’d like to put one of those pillows under her hips as he fucked her.

Dammit. He needs to stop thinking about her soft bed. He needs to stop thinking about Granger at all. He’s so hard, it hurts, even with his hand on himself, chasing release. He needs to–

"Malfoy, did you just Apparate into my bed?!"

Draco can barely focus on the outraged voice because his orgasm hits him like a bludger. He comes all over his hand, stomach, and thighs like a teenager that’s touched himself for the first time. His moan cracks, and his eyes roll back into his head as he leans back and appreciates the glory of a fantastic orgasm.

When his breathing settles, and his brain cells start working again, barely, he opens his eyes and realizes he is no longer in his bedroom. He is not alone.

He is naked, ccome pooling on his stomach, and on Hermione Granger’s bed.

And she’s sitting right next to him in flannel pajamas gaping like a goldfish.

“Did you just– Oh my– Was that– Are you–” she sputters and is so red in the cheeks even her dark coloring can’t hide her blush.

Draco swallows down any embarrassment quickly and efficiently.

“Well, that’s a first,” is all he says because what else is there?

He hasn’t had a case of accidental magic since school.

And never while wanking. Merlin, murder him with a basilisk fang.

“Malfoy!” Granger gasps. He’s positive from how wide her eyes are that her brain has short-circuited. He can’t blame her for that, though; he has a lovely and erotic orgasm face– yes, he has watched himself come in the mirror just to check– and his naked body is nothing to sneeze at. He spends much of his free time at the gym for these sorts of situations.

Or, well, close to this. Usually, the female is much more excited and interested.

“You’ll recover,” he says, casting a wandless cleaning spell on himself before he gets up off her bed, cupping his cock and balls to hide them away for a sense of decorum. She hadn’t asked to see him, and he has a feeling she’s the sort to say this was sexual assault. Accidental, but still, exposing himself to a witch could get him locked up in the drunk tank. Draco knows this because he’s bailed Goyle out. Twice.

“Recover? My sheets won’t!” she gasps, getting off the bed and following him out the door of her room to the Floo.

“I’ll buy you new sheets.” He rolls his silver eyes like they’re discussing a coffee spill.

“You can’t just barge into my bedroom and–” she waves her hands around, too prude to say it.

“Orgasm?” he offers.

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[bixgirl1]

The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Chap. 7

And now, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I bring you the increasingly smutty drama of TSAOAIPDTRPWL (also tagged as virgin Draco)!

Our boys have been dating for over a month now and our dearest Randy Prat has been a verrry good boy. Our Innocent Pureblood, however... Well, he’s been pretty good too. Don’t you think it’s time Harry tests his boundaries? (Just a lil bit. And in a totally *cough* respectful way, of course...)

Chapter Seven: PG Weekdays and R-Rated Weekends

Content: mild dirty talk, frotting

Harry: So do you like the TV?

Draco, lightly: It's alright. Although I will add that I much prefer the Muggle cinema we went to the other day. Much more...lifelike.

Harry, slowly: I was sort of wondering…

Draco, curiously: ...Yes?

*Harry turns off the TV and turns on the spot to face Draco*

Harry, stilted: Well, we've been having lunch together nearly every day for over a month, and we’ve been out every weekend and several times during the week, and, I mean, you do k-- mouth press me when we get together, but you’ve never wanted to come back to mine until tonight And.. *talking faster* I'm honestly not trying anything. I just wondered if maybe I had scared you when you came over the last time, or that thing about you feeling like you'd overstepped, and I wouldn't ever make you do--

Draco, shaking his head reassuringly: No. No. You didn't scare me. And that first night, well-- *turning pink* I-- it was a working night, you know? And...Well, I just thought we shouldn't-- *colouring further* --on work nights and… *shifting around self-consciously*

Harry, relaxing a little: Shouldn't mouth press? Shouldn't come back here?  Because you're-- *scratching back of neck awkwardly* --you know, welcome.  And I wouldn't push for more if you don't want. *to himself* I mean, I'm pretty sure...

Draco, swallowing hard, slightly hoarse: That-- that's the thing... *steals a quick glance at Harry* I...sort of...do? *face heating further; very softly* I do want...you.

Harry, blank: You want m-- *takes a deep breath* Can you be more specific?  What do you want?

Draco, intently studying his own hands: *doesn't answer; turns pinker by the second*

Harry, inching closer on sofa: *soft* What do you want, Draco? Tell me and I'll give it to you. What have you been thinking about?

Draco, exhaling sharply: You. You, alright? Just always-- all the fucking time-- Just... Fuck. *stares fixedly at the ceiling*

Harry, grinning: *takes gentle hold of Draco's arm and pulls him into lap*  *warmly* I want you, too. *pauses, noting the way Draco's breath has caught* Now, what could we do with this situation, here? *arching eyebrows* Any ideas?

Draco, biting his lip with a small frown: We could... *takes a deep breath* You know-- *leans forward to press a quick kiss* ...that? *nervously hopeful*

Harry, nodding seriously: We could. *brushes mouth over Draco's more lingeringly*  We could also--if you're okay with it-- *slides hands around Draco's hips to cup his arse lightly.* *quirks questioning brow at him*

Draco, jerking once under his touch before pressing back into it hungrily: *groans softly* Yes, please... *leans in once more and kisses deeply*

Harry, shivering: *fingers go tight on Draco's arse* *kisses him back savagely* *guides his hips gently back and forth* Harry, mumbling hoarsely against Draco's mouth: God. I could just-- *jerks him flush*

Draco, whimpering: *whispers* Oh god... *grabs him by the hair and deepens kiss once more*

Harry, pulling out of kiss to bury his head in Draco's throat: *groaning* Your skin, fuck, Draco-- *fingers bruisingly hard on Draco's arse, massaging it* *bites his neck; sucks hard*

Draco, crying out softly: Harry--! *shudders and presses closer; grinds down involuntarily*

Harry, grunting: *thrusts upward*

*sounds of moaning and heavy panting; bodies moving*

~Fifteen minutes later~

Draco, pulling swollen lips away: *groans and presses face into Harry’s shoulder*

Harry, gasping: Are you okay? Too much? Should I not-- *shuddering; loosens fingers a little*

Draco, making a soft, plaintive sound: No, please-- *presses own hand on top of Harry’s on his arse* Please… *shivering*

Harry, tightening his fingers again: *low sound of pleasure* You feel so good against me.  Does it feel good?   *guides his hips in a slow grind*  Does that feel good to you? My hands on you, my fingers squeezing your arse? *breathless* Tell me.

Draco, releasing little yips of pleasure against Harry’s neck: Yes-- God, yes, just please-- *suddenly sinks his teeth over Harry’s jugular* More--!

Harry, rough and low, mouth against Draco’s ear: You like it, yeah? ...When you do that thing, later--that thing we’re not supposed to talk about?  I want you to think of it.  *grips Draco hard* I want you to remember my hands all over your arse, all over your-- think of them everywhere.  Will you do that for me, Draco?  Think of me while you’re touching your co-- your um, parts?  Your-- man parts?  For me?

Draco, whispering: M-manhood.

Harry, a little relieved: Yes, manhood.  When you’re stroking your manhood, I want you to think of my hands again, only this time they’re on you.  Think about everything that feels so good right now… *dips one hand between Draco’s thighs, dangerously close to his balls before dragging them up over his cleft*

Draco, jerking vigorously: Harry, oh god-- *helplessly keens as he ruts into him* I-- I--

Harry, growling: Draco--

Draco, nodding fervently: I-- I will-- *softly, into his neck* I will…

Harry: Good. Yes, I want to know you’re thinking of me when you touch yourself, when you--finish.

Draco, pressing their foreheads together: And you-- you’ll be thinking of me?  *hopeful*

Harry: on a soft groan: Fuck, yes.

Draco, laughing breathlessly: And what are you going to be thinking about? *presses tiny, sweet kisses over his face* My hair? *nuzzles his jaw* My ears? *pulls back to blink thoughtfully* My… ankles?

Harry, struggling not to say it; grunting again as Draco wriggles on him: *gives in, flatly* I’m going to be thinking about your arse, Malfoy.

Draco, stilling with a small gasp: Oh. *swallows* Right. That.

Harry, voice raw with hunger: Yeah.  Your arse in my hands, your body rubbing against mine, feeling the-- *chest heaving* Feeling how hard your manhood is. *strained; hands growing tight again* Maybe you can think of my hands there, too.

Draco, shutting his eyes for a moment as he breathes out shakily: God, just stop saying those things for a moment, you’re just-- *desperately grabs his hair again; helpless whisper* Merlin, you drive me insane-- *dives back in and kisses him feverishly*

Harry, gasping into it: *kisses him, sinking his tongue into Draco’s mouth with a groan* *loosens one hand and slips it upward; jerks when he feels the untucked tail of Draco’s shirt* *slides hand under it; strokes heated skin at the small of Draco’s back*

Draco, moaning loudly at the touch: *slants head and meekly pushes his tongue forward alongside Harry’s*

Harry: *shudders and scrapes his fingernails lightly against Draco’s skin, one hand still firmly guiding his arse*

Draco, throwing his head back with a loud gasp: Harry-- fuck-- *shudders violently and pulls back further with a frantic look in his eyes* I-- *whimpers as Harry bucks up against him* Please, I-- I need a moment--!

Harry, dazedly reaching for Draco as he scrambles off his lap: Wha--

Draco, flushed and shaking: *nearly falls over as he backs away* I’m so sorry-- I just-- *turns away abruptly and hurries off in the direction of the loo*

Harry, staring at him limping off: *eyes widen; makes choked noise* *falls back limply against the sofa* *smiles as he waits*

Draco, ambling back in a few minutes later: *face burning bright red; sheepishly* Ahem… I’m-- I apologize for that. *avoids making eye contact*

Harry, trying to stifle a chuckle; failing: Draco.  Look at me.

Draco, reluctantly looking up: *snooty chin-raise* What.

Harry, grinning warmly: I love that I was able to get you like that. I can’t tell you what it does to me to know that you were just-- *grin fades a little; eyes grow hot* Did you think about what I told you to?

Draco, biting his lip as he nods slowly: *shuts his eyes* Merlin, can we not talk about this? *mumbling* I’m mortified as it is.

Harry, roughly: Draco, I’m not unaffected, either.  *widens thighs deliberately; glances pointedly downward*

Draco, panting with wide eyes as he stares at Harry’s crotch: You-- You’re--

Harry, nodding: There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, that you needed to-- *swallows*  In fact…*stands; walks over to Draco and nuzzles his jaw for a moment* *low, smooth* Excuse me for a minute, would you? *strolls off toward loo*

Draco, staring after him with startled laugh: *sinks down into the sofa and drops his face into his hands with a sigh* Fucking Potter…

Harry, returning a few minutes later, all tension in his face gone: *sits down next to Draco and draws him closer* *smiles* C’mere.  I want to mouth press you some more

Draco, going easily: *hums contently as he kisses back* I-- I had a good time, Potter…

Harry, amused:I had a very good time, Malfoy. *gives him a long kiss before pulling back with a grin* Is that your way of saying you need to go?

Draco, with obvious reluctance: I really should… *leans in to nuzzle his ear*

Harry, carding gentle hands through Draco’s hair: Just a bit longer? You can leave when it gets too hard to stay…

Draco, sniggering: Didn’t we both just learn what happens when it gets too hard to stay?

Harry, cracking up: *tugs Draco into a tight hug* God, you’re just-- *pulls back to grin at him and shakes his head, eyes sparkling* I’m never going to know what to expect, am I? *presses a slow kiss to Draco’s mouth that lasts for several minutes*

Draco, tugging at Harry’s lower lip with his teeth as he pulls away: *mischievously* It’ll keep you on your toes, Potter.  Mark of a good Auror and all that. *lands another quick peck on him and grins happily as he gets to his feet*

Harry, following him: *wry* You’ve always kept me on my toes, Malfoy.  Are we still on for tomorrow night? And maybe we can do something Sunday, too?

Draco, warmly: Definitely, Potter. You have my weekends. Just-- *blushing and looking away to fumble with the doorknob* --it's particularly difficult to be... close to you, during the working week. *frowns playfully* That first time was terribly distracting and I got absolutely no work done... *stepping closer* That doesn't mean that a little light... closeness-- *grins* --isn't allowed after our lunch-meets.

Harry, nodding with a breathless laugh: Check. Weekends only for... Having closeness. *quirks interested eyebrow* How light?

Draco, laughing and pulling the door open: How does one quantify something like that, Potter?!

Harry, smirking:  I could give you a list, if you think you’re ready for it.  *gives him a significant look*

Draco, drily: A list? *arches an eyebrow* A list of post-lunch activities for the week? Monday: mouth-pressing, Tuesday: arse grop-- *breaks off abruptly and turns away blushing*

Harry, quietly: *intent* Wednesday, I can feel the skin on your back again.  Thursday, I’d get to k-- mouth press it.  Friday--well, we have Friday night, but what to do after lunch?  Give me a few days and I’ll think of something.  *catches Draco’s eye*

Draco, shaking his head and biting his lip over a smile: You’re very… ambitious, Potter. *laughs* You’d have made a good Slytherin.

Harry, mouth ticking up mischievously: Malfoy, you’ve no idea. *at Draco’s slanted look*  ...I’ll tell you about it sometime.  *draws him into another kiss*  See you tomorrow?

Draco, nodding with a smile: Pick me up at 7:30?

Harry, soft: *lightly rubs his thumb over a blotchy love bite on Draco’s neck; exhaling*  Yes... Goodnight, Draco.

Draco, quivering and leaning into his touch: Goodnight, P-- Harry. *throws a little smirk over his shoulder as he leaves* Going to watch me Disapparate?

Harry, leaning against the door frame: *simply* Yes.

Draco, rolling his eyes with a fond smile: Sleep tight, Potter. *turns neatly on the spot and Disapparates*

Harry, sighing: *closes door*

[drarry-imagines]

Tutoring

Idk who asked for this because i deleted all my old asks because i thought I’ll never write them but here i fucking am. So if you sent a prompt to me with the theme of “Tutoring” it’s your lucky day because i finally decided to write it... so here.

Harry knew deeply that it technically isn’t Malfoy’s fault, but there was no one else to blame. I mean, logically; if Malfoy wasn’t so goddamn pretty, Harry wouldn’t be hiding in an isolated bathroom wanking. Something he’s been doing frequently ever since Snape appointed Malfoy as his tutor.

Sure it isn’t Malfoy’s fault that Harry was failing Potions and Snape had made him Harry’s tutor because he enjoys making Harry suffer.

But it is his fault for applying lip balm or some shit to his lips because there’s no way they were naturally that shiny and pink. Harry bet they were soft too, like kissing a rosebud. Soft and delicate.

Still, it isn’t Malfoy’s fault that Harry spent 97% of his lessons staring at Malfoy’s ass. Malfoy being a dramatic diva—felt the need to bring his own chalkboard to their lessons making Harry feel like he was in Potions class. But unlike in Snape’s classes, Harry didn’t practically burn holes in Snape’s bum whenever he turned to face the board.

But with that point in hand, it’s kinda Malfoy’s fault for wearing pants that fit so well that Harry could see every curve on his ass.

Although it’s also not his fault that Har-You know what, he could go on like this forever but it wouldn’t change the fact that Harry had been wanking hourly daily and his dick was getting chafed.

So for now, Harry blames Malfoy while his hand continues to jack him off till he was splattering cum onto the door of the cramped toilet cubicle. Releasing a deep groan to accompany the intense orgasm, he leans back onto the toilet as he tries to catch his breath.

As the post orgasm glow passes, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust as he looks at the strings of cum painted onto the wood of a perfectly good door. But when he reaches to get a tissue to clean his mess up, he reels back in more disgust because of the stickiness of the cum on his hand.

Something had to change.

This was like one of those life-changing moments that happens to people, but instead of Harry planning to run a marathon or raise money. Harry’s own accomplishment would be getting in between Malfoy’s legs, or inside his mouth or anywhere to be honest. Harry would take a hand-holding at this point.

Any physical contact with Malfoy would hopefully end the lust bug that’s bitten him.

“Malfoy! Oi Malfoy!” Harry knew that the blond is ignoring him but he is not one to give up that easily. He quickly sped after the frosty blond who in spite increases his own pace, “Malfoy! Oi, Draco fucking Malfoy! Malfoy! I know you can hear me!”

At that, Malfoy turns to him with a dramatic twirl of his robes, “What do you want Potter!?”

He had on what he thought is an angry glare that would normally scare the bravest of men but to Harry—it isn’t as fiery as most people thought. Harry guesses that after jacking off to a person as many times as he has, you’d learn to believe everything they do is seductive. Like instead of focusing on Malfoy’s icy eyes, Harry focuses on the flushness of his cheeks, the pout of his pink lips and fuck his bod-

“Potter!” A voice brings Harry back, a voice that is already doing wonders to Harry’s hormones, “did you chase me down just to gawk at me like some buffoon!” Normally Harry would be insulted but he’s just turned on.

“Um yeah, er give me a second,” Harry said as he rooted through his bag looking for something, he cheered internally when he found it. He pulled at a parchment and shoved it into Malfoy’s face with a: “Here it is!”

For a few seconds, Malfoy observes the paper in his face before popping out a, “Sooo??”

“What do you mean so?” Harry questions, taking the paper back to check if it’s the right one and sees it is.

“I mean, why are you showing me this?” Malfoy replies.

“Because you're my tutor and I still got a big fat zero on the test!” Harry glares back, indicating to horribly bad grade that Snape probably enjoyed writing in bright, red ink on Harry’s test.

“It’s not my fault you’re too incompetent to learn!”

“Maybe it’s because you’re too incompetent to teach!”

“Can you even spell incompetent!?”

Several gasps came from around them and at that moment, Harry realises him and Malfoy have a crowd. And it is good he’d realised that when he did because he was this close to throwing Malfoy onto the nearest wall and snogging the life out of him.

He quickly grabs Malfoy and drags him to a private alcove. Malfoy shocks him y not even struggling.

“Well, Potter? What’s the real reason you showed me that grade?” Malfoy questions once they were alone.

“Simple,” boldly Harry pins Malfoy to the wall by placing both arms at each side of his head. The blond looked up with wide eyes at the bold move, only now dawning the height difference between Harry and him, “I want you, and you want to stop being my tutor. I'm sure we can compromise, right?”

“...E-Excuse me!?”

Harry expected the confusion—it's not everyday ones “rival” confesses to them—but the beet red blush is at least a nice bonus.

Harry explains what he means the only way he knows how. He tangles his fingers in Malfoy’s so so soft locks and pulls him into the deepest snog the blond has ever experienced. Harry isn’t one to brag but... it was so strong that Malfoy literally collapses onto him and seems to scratch onto his robes for balance. They separate and Malfoy entertains Harry by swaying like a drunk.

Harry believes this Loppy!Malfoy is the best person to discuss his idea too, “So I am a believer of rewards being the best motivator and let's say a sexy blond was to trade their body in exchange of me passing a single Potions test, I’d say I’d be pretty motivated to pass that test.”

He waits for Malfoy to respond and all the boy does is nod drowsily and clings onto Harry more, trying to stand straight so badly.

“Great!” With that, Harry grabs the already weak blond and pulls him in for another intense snog before letting go and running off to the library for the most intense studying of his life.

Leaving a weak-kneed Draco alone and wondering what the fuck he just agreed too.