#whew!!!!!!!!!!!!

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not to be horny on main but that ~gift~ scene in F’s route........ 

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this is a rly quick something for the harry’s tiddy committee™ cos they’re all filthy and they wanted more choking content so here u mcfreakin go sluts!!!!!! [feedback] [masterlist]

You’re not quite sure how you ended up here. Maybe it’s a result of all the snippy, passive-aggressive remarks that had left your lips earlier during the day. Maybe it’s because of all the quiet scoffs that just hadn’t been quiet enough. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’d been rolling your eyes at him at least five times an hour, but your annoyance just hadn’t been as subtle as you’d hoped.

Either way, it doesn’t matter now.

Because Harry’s cock is nudging all the right spots inside of you, and he’s gritting his teeth above you, and his eyes are dark and stormy, and his fingers are digging bruises into the tender skin of your throat.

“Bloody brat,” he spits out, his hair hanging down the sides of his face. Your mouth pops open with a sharp gasp when his hips slap sharply against yours, the head of his dick hitting a particularly deep spot that has your toes curling deliciously into the duvet. 

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, tears pooling along your waterline. A drop slips from the corner of your eye, trailing down your temple. Harry pauses his thrusts for a moment, his free hand coming up to the side of your face. He brushes the tear away with his thumb, his fingers slipping against your forehead and petting your hairline reassuringly.

“I know y’are, pet,” he says, his voice softening. You yelp when he pulls out of you slowly, only to forcefully drive back in a second later. “But yeh gotta be punished, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding slightly. Your movements are restricted, because he’s still got one large hand against your throat, and your eyes widen slightly when he tightens his grip. He’s watching you closely, anger and concern brewing right beneath the surface of his gaze.

“It’s good,” you rasp, letting your eyelids flutter shut. “It’s good, please—”

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “Filthy,” he says, his voice dripping with disbelieving awe. “Fuckin’ filthy.”

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TELL HER THAT I LOVE HER AND I HATE HER IN THE SAME SENTENCE

IM FUCKIN HER MIND

I GOT-- MIND CONTROL OVER DEEBO

PARMESAN MY PANINO

PROMETHAZINE OVER PINOT

AND WHEN MY BLOODS START SHOOTIN THATS B-ROLL BITCH!!!

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WHEW!!!

WHEW!!!!