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Good Vibrations

A/N: I’ve gotten a few requests for a smut piece on vibrating panties…enjoy. NSFW. 

“How d’they feel?” Harry asks you from his spot on the leather couch. His body language was dominant, his eyes dark. He was already in stage outfit, drinking his pre-show glass of wine. 

“A little tight,” you twist your lips. “Think they’re too small, they’re practically inside of me.” 

“That’s the point, love,” he stood, striding over towards the mirror where you stood, adjusting the red panties. “S’part of it.”

He was referring to the bet you two had made two nights before, while sitting on the leather couch backstage, the World Cup playing in the background. Harry’s head was in your lap, your fingers combing through his silky hair, occasionally moving down to boop his nose. 

“Wanna make a bet?” he said out of the blue. “On th’ next game? France versus Argentina?” 

“Depends on your terms and conditions,” you hummed down at him. “And I’m placing my bet on Argentina.”

“Alrigh’ well then I’m France,” he shrugged, slightly indifferent about who wins, but excited by the idea of this bet. “What’s your bet?” 

“If and when Argentina wins,” you pretend to ponder, although you already knew exactly what you wanted. “We go to the shelter tomorrow and adopt a rescue dog. Or cat is fine too.” 

“Alrigh’,” he shrugged, his shoulders hitting your hipbones. “Mine’s a little kinkier.” 

“It’s not going in my butt,” you had planned to continue, but he bursted out laughing. 

“Not tha’,” he giggled. “You’ve got t’ sit side stage wearin’ vibratin’ panties during my next show. N’ I get the remote.” 

Your stomach instantly clenched and your cheeks flushed as you reached your hand forward to shake on it. 

And that’s how you ended up here, seated on top of a crew box in the dark arena, watching thousands of people practically jizz their pants over your boyfriend. The vibrator part of the panties rested against your clit, but Harry was 3 songs in and had yet to turn it on. You silently hoped he had forgotten the remote backstage. 

As soon as the first few notes to Medicine ring out, you know you’re fucked. Your suspicions are confirmed when Harry sensually slides his hands down his side, subtly pressing the button. It starts off as a low buzz, filling your stomach with butterflies but not enough to make you visibly react. 

The vibration gradually gets stronger, the direct pressure on your clit causing you to squirm. Harry dances around the stage as usual, giving you the occasional smirk. He could see you out of the corner of his eye.

The setting changes to a different mode of vibration, pulsating gently but quickly. You try your best to keep a poker face, not wanting to capture the attention of any fans with wandering eyes. Luckily, the arena is so loud that nobody can hear the involuntary moans and whimpers that you’re trying to hard to conceal. 

As the song wraps up, you’re about to cum. Harry can tell from his position on the stage that you’re close. Giving you a devilish smirk, he gently taps his left hip and the vibrations stop. You sigh as you feel your orgasm fade away. 

The vibrations don’t start up again until the encore. You’re still sensitive, so when he presses the button in the midst of covering Fleetwood Mac, you squeal in surprise at the contact. 

Harry cockily grins down at you, turning the setting up to what you assume is the highest one. Your stomach instantly clenches, your failed orgasm from earlier creeping back at a rapid pace. 

As he transitions into Kiwi, its clear that he’s trying to focus on the crowd. But he keeps looking over at you, watching you bite your lip and wiggle your hips and try everything to keep yourself from losing control in front of thousands of people. 

When he hits the chorus, you’re teetering on the edge of desire once more, and he knows. He can practically hear your whimpers, his cock stirring underneath his black jeans. 

You bite down on your knuckle as you finally cum, Harry turning his head at just the right moment to watch you desperately try and conceal your orgasm. You sit there, humiliated at the thought that any one of these innocent concert goers may have just watched you come undone. 

 After you catch your breath, you practically run backstage straight to the dressing room. Harry walks in seconds after you, his sparkly shirt already discarded. He locks the door and immediately presses his lips to yours. You stumble backwards, landing on the couch. He climbs on top of you, his feverish kisses continuing. 

“The fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmurs against your mouth. “Cumming fo’ me in front of all those people. Almost fuckin’ busted righ’ there s’well.” 

He rubs his hard-on against your thigh, his lips honing in on the sensitive spot on your throat. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the remote, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“M’gon turn it back on,” he whispers. “N’grind my cock against ya real nice, yeh?” 

You nod as he strips down into his tight gray boxers. You nearly salivate when you notice a wet spot from his onstage exhibitionism. He grabs your waist and pulls you towards the edge of the couch, kneeling on the floor and lining your centers up. 

He presses the button, starting off on medium. His eyes immediately clench shut, jaw going slack. He mercilessly bucks his hips towards your center. 

“S’good but not enough,” he says through gritted teeth. “Need you on top.” 

You two shuffle around and he settles on the couch, cock freed from its CK cloth prison. It’s resting against his belly, the tip red and swollen. You inhale sharply as a particularly strong vibration hits you before positioning yourself so you’re straddling his cock. 

“Don’ fuckin’ move,” he grunts as you try your hardest not to squirm. It was a challenge, and was only made harder by the fact that he was beneath you, looking completely fucked out already. “Bloody hell ‘m close.” 

Now you’re the one devilishly smirking as you reach for the remote, hitting the up button. You immediately let out a squeal, the blood rushing to your core as the vibrations buzz away at your sensitive cunt. 

Harry releases onto his stomach with a groan, his strong hands immediately pulling you off of his over-stimulated cock. Your orgasm follows closely behind, your legs nearly thrashing, whimpers leaving your quivering lips until he turns the panties off. 

“Gotta get me one of those vibrating cock rings,” he murmurs. “Cuz that was fuckin’ ace.”

“I can make that happen,” you smirk. “But I get to control the remote.”  

[carolina-writings]

HARRY LETTING YOU RIDE HIM WHILST HE SITS ON THE COUCH AND HE CAN FEEL HIMSELF SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU OML

ok yeessss youre just on the couch - he’s watching a movie and , you’re scrolling through instagram minding your own business when he starts kissing your neck and playing with the hem of your sweatpants. 

“wan’ feel you” he whispers against your neck, and you giggle at first but the second his fingers dig into your waist you realize it’s no joke

your lips meet his and you eventually wind up straddling him, carelessly pulling your panties to the side and letting your boyfriend slide into you 

he hums in contentment, eyes focused on the television as you begin to bounce quickly, the phone that once captivated your attention now hanging limply in your hand behind him

his hands grasp your hips, a husky “slow down” leaving his lips, the vibration on your jaw sending a shiver down your spine. “want it laid back”

you nod, eyes darting to his face as he continues to focus on the tv rather than you. oh, this is how he’s gonna play it, you think. 

he’s still deep in you, your hips rolling and bouncing at a snail’s pace, a you avert your attention to your phone 

“good girl,” he chuckles, breathing growing more erratic. “business as usaual, huh? ‘cept my cock is deep in you” 

“you like that, baby? riding me like it’s nothing? as if I don’t make you wanna fall apart?

omgjsnflsfml

wow

[carolina-writings]

IM BAAACKKK

Quarantine got me bored. Send Harry smut prompts or fluff or angst idk i just wanna write about my MANS

[carolina-writings]

hii I love your blog!💖 I just wanted to stop by because I think on your masterlist from the writer's room table links to good vibrations II 😬 and i really wanted to read it 😔

Hiiiii thank you! I just reblogged it for you, when I have my laptop nearby tomorrow I will fix my masterlist. Tumblr is so temperamental lately!!!

If it helps, all of my fics are also tagged using #my writing :)

[carolina-writings]

From the Writers’ Room Table

A/N: Here’s a piece I started a while ago, when H guest hosted The Late Late Show. I’ve been working on it little by little for a while. Contains smut. 

You hummed a quiet tune to yourself as you entered the CBS studio elevator, anxious to get to your desk to start writing. Being co-head writer on a late night talk show was everything you had ever dreamed of, although it was stressful. Especially in today’s crazy political climate, news stories were constantly breaking, sometimes changing the monologue minutes before air. 

This particular morning, you had a million thoughts and potential bits racing through your mind. So when you arrived to the studio to see that James was absent, you immediately retrieved your phone from the bottom of your bag. Two texts from: James Corden. 

Jules went into labor, gonna miss the show tonight 

Harry is on his way to guest host

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no offense but like…..reblog the fics you like. there is nothing more discouraging than having people read your fic without leaving kudos or any form of response. comment if you like it! send them a message! use the tags to talk about how you liked it! share the work so that others can read it too!

too often fic writers deal with people hounding them for updates, but never any feedback. end the cycle. reblog the fics you like. talk about them. share them.

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harry edging you to the point where ur crying and vice versa

YESSSSSS

When he edges you, he has this stupid smile on his face the whole time. He loooves watching you squirm, beg for him to just let you come.

“Lookin’ so pretty begging fo’ my cock”

“Wha’ was that? Couldn’ hear ya, love”

“Think m’gonna go make a phone call, be back in a bit”

When he says that you just let the tears fall, half out of frustration and half part of a scheme to finally get the orgasm you’re so desperate for. He sees your tears and relents, entering you swiftly and finally letting you cum.

Edging HIM though would be a lil different. He’d still cry from desperation, cock throbbing and in need of release. But he’d also be fucking pissed, cursing under his breath and doing everything he can to get enough friction to cum.

His voice is broken and forehead matted with sweat, whining and whimpering, begging you for release.

“You’ll fuckin’ regret this, Love”

“Let me fuckin’ cum, p-please”

“I’ll do anything love, please put yo’ mouth on me”

[carolina-writings]

not being able to sleep and waking harry up so he can fuck u and/or eat you out back to sleep :,))

“Babe” you whisper, shaking him gently. “Harry wake up”

“You alrigh’?” He jumps, turning to face you. He glances at the clock, 3:27 am. “What’s wrong?”

“Can’t sleep” you respond, tracing patterns on his cheek. “Help me out”

He groans, giving you a sleepy smile before moving his hands down to your lace panties. He slides two fingers between your folds and feels how wet you are. Humming, he moves down and gets right to work licking your pussy lazily.

He places your clit in his mouth, sucking gently as he inserts a finger inside of you, curling upwards. He adds a second one, twisting them around and releasing your clit before licking patterns onto it.

You grip his hair, pulling him into you as you feel your orgasm approaching. You come quietly, nothing groundbreaking but enough to make a wave of exhaustion wash over you. Harry gives your clit a small kiss before moving back up to his place in bed, smiling softly as he closes his eyes.

“Sleep tight, sweet girl”

[carolina-writings]

squirting in harry’s mouth 😩

Yes yes yes

He’s eating you out, two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. When he hits a particular spot, mouth latched around your clit, your orgasm washes over you with a power you’ve never felt before.

He looks up at you in awe, face shiny and a smile on his face. He places a gentle kiss in the crook of your thigh, “tha’ was fuckin’ hot love”

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having to stop mid sex bc you have to pee/ answer the door or phone and harry just waits for u writhing in bed waiting for u to get back

You both freeze as the doorbell rings, Harry mid-thrust. You groan and crawl out from under him, scrambling to put on a pair of shorts and his hoodie. You run the door as the bell rings again, nearly falling down the stairs as you rush to see who it possibly could be. Frustrated upon realizing its only the UPS man, you quickly sign for the package and run back upstairs.

By the time you return Harry is already laying on his stomach, grinding against the mattress. He looks up at you as you settle back in bed, eyes innocent as he whimpers, so close to the edge.

“You left me so fuckin’ close,” he says breathlessly. “Need t’come”.

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boyfriend! harry having the habit of always having his hands on ur boobs (not just in a sexual way) bc he loves them sm

Yes!!!

-It’s just second nature at this point, you’ll wake up to him spooning you, hands cupping your boobs as he snores soundly

-even just watching a movie on the couch he’ll snake his hands under your sweater and rest his hands against them, giving them a lil squeeze

-and of course during sex he’s allllll over them, kissing and sucking and pinching, constantly reminding you of how much he loves them

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SEND ME FILTHY H CONCEPTS

Or boyfriend!harry or angst or anythingggg just blow my inbox tf up!!!

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You’re too kind ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Let’s start 2019 with some amazing writers!

Here is a list of the people that I follow and who are just the most amazing and talented people out there!

I want to say thank you to all of them for creating amazing content for us to read and for being just so nice and supportive of each other!

I love you all!

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Part 2 is up 😏

Good Vibrations

A/N: I’ve gotten a few requests for a smut piece on vibrating panties…enjoy. NSFW. 

“How d’they feel?” Harry asks you from his spot on the leather couch. His body language was dominant, his eyes dark. He was already in stage outfit, drinking his pre-show glass of wine. 

“A little tight,” you twist your lips. “Think they’re too small, they’re practically inside of me.” 

“That’s the point, love,” he stood, striding over towards the mirror where you stood, adjusting the red panties. “S’part of it.”

He was referring to the bet you two had made two nights before, while sitting on the leather couch backstage, the World Cup playing in the background. Harry’s head was in your lap, your fingers combing through his silky hair, occasionally moving down to boop his nose. 

“Wanna make a bet?” he said out of the blue. “On th’ next game? France versus Argentina?” 

“Depends on your terms and conditions,” you hummed down at him. “And I’m placing my bet on Argentina.”

“Alrigh’ well then I’m France,” he shrugged, slightly indifferent about who wins, but excited by the idea of this bet. “What’s your bet?” 

“If and when Argentina wins,” you pretend to ponder, although you already knew exactly what you wanted. “We go to the shelter tomorrow and adopt a rescue dog. Or cat is fine too.” 

“Alrigh’,” he shrugged, his shoulders hitting your hipbones. “Mine’s a little kinkier.” 

“It’s not going in my butt,” you had planned to continue, but he bursted out laughing. 

“Not tha’,” he giggled. “You’ve got t’ sit side stage wearin’ vibratin’ panties during my next show. N’ I get the remote.” 

Your stomach instantly clenched and your cheeks flushed as you reached your hand forward to shake on it. 

And that’s how you ended up here, seated on top of a crew box in the dark arena, watching thousands of people practically jizz their pants over your boyfriend. The vibrator part of the panties rested against your clit, but Harry was 3 songs in and had yet to turn it on. You silently hoped he had forgotten the remote backstage. 

As soon as the first few notes to Medicine ring out, you know you’re fucked. Your suspicions are confirmed when Harry sensually slides his hands down his side, subtly pressing the button. It starts off as a low buzz, filling your stomach with butterflies but not enough to make you visibly react. 

The vibration gradually gets stronger, the direct pressure on your clit causing you to squirm. Harry dances around the stage as usual, giving you the occasional smirk. He could see you out of the corner of his eye.

The setting changes to a different mode of vibration, pulsating gently but quickly. You try your best to keep a poker face, not wanting to capture the attention of any fans with wandering eyes. Luckily, the arena is so loud that nobody can hear the involuntary moans and whimpers that you’re trying to hard to conceal. 

As the song wraps up, you’re about to cum. Harry can tell from his position on the stage that you’re close. Giving you a devilish smirk, he gently taps his left hip and the vibrations stop. You sigh as you feel your orgasm fade away. 

The vibrations don’t start up again until the encore. You’re still sensitive, so when he presses the button in the midst of covering Fleetwood Mac, you squeal in surprise at the contact. 

Harry cockily grins down at you, turning the setting up to what you assume is the highest one. Your stomach instantly clenches, your failed orgasm from earlier creeping back at a rapid pace. 

As he transitions into Kiwi, its clear that he’s trying to focus on the crowd. But he keeps looking over at you, watching you bite your lip and wiggle your hips and try everything to keep yourself from losing control in front of thousands of people. 

When he hits the chorus, you’re teetering on the edge of desire once more, and he knows. He can practically hear your whimpers, his cock stirring underneath his black jeans. 

You bite down on your knuckle as you finally cum, Harry turning his head at just the right moment to watch you desperately try and conceal your orgasm. You sit there, humiliated at the thought that any one of these innocent concert goers may have just watched you come undone. 

 After you catch your breath, you practically run backstage straight to the dressing room. Harry walks in seconds after you, his sparkly shirt already discarded. He locks the door and immediately presses his lips to yours. You stumble backwards, landing on the couch. He climbs on top of you, his feverish kisses continuing. 

“The fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmurs against your mouth. “Cumming fo’ me in front of all those people. Almost fuckin’ busted righ’ there s’well.” 

He rubs his hard-on against your thigh, his lips honing in on the sensitive spot on your throat. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the remote, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“M’gon turn it back on,” he whispers. “N’grind my cock against ya real nice, yeh?” 

You nod as he strips down into his tight gray boxers. You nearly salivate when you notice a wet spot from his onstage exhibitionism. He grabs your waist and pulls you towards the edge of the couch, kneeling on the floor and lining your centers up. 

He presses the button, starting off on medium. His eyes immediately clench shut, jaw going slack. He mercilessly bucks his hips towards your center. 

“S’good but not enough,” he says through gritted teeth. “Need you on top.” 

You two shuffle around and he settles on the couch, cock freed from its CK cloth prison. It’s resting against his belly, the tip red and swollen. You inhale sharply as a particularly strong vibration hits you before positioning yourself so you’re straddling his cock. 

“Don’ fuckin’ move,” he grunts as you try your hardest not to squirm. It was a challenge, and was only made harder by the fact that he was beneath you, looking completely fucked out already. “Bloody hell ‘m close.” 

Now you’re the one devilishly smirking as you reach for the remote, hitting the up button. You immediately let out a squeal, the blood rushing to your core as the vibrations buzz away at your sensitive cunt. 

Harry releases onto his stomach with a groan, his strong hands immediately pulling you off of his over-stimulated cock. Your orgasm follows closely behind, your legs nearly thrashing, whimpers leaving your quivering lips until he turns the panties off. 

“Gotta get me one of those vibrating cock rings,” he murmurs. “Cuz that was fuckin’ ace.”

“I can make that happen,” you smirk. “But I get to control the remote.”  

[carolina-writings]

SORRY I’VE BEEN MIA

But I’m back and ready to rumble

Send in H concepts both filthy and fluffy and everything in between!!! XOXO

[carolina-writings]

Good Vibrations II

Part 1 can be found here

sorry this took 900 years i’ve been unbelievably busy with school and personal shit and also my depression but it’s here now so ENJOY

contains: smut, smut, and more smut.

Almost a week after your very hot, very public orgasm, Harry enters your hotel room with a small black box in hand and a devilish grin on his face. 

“Got one,” he smirks, eyes full of mischief. 

You cock your head to the side as he flops down on the bed next to you. He’s wearing a raggedy white tee and simple jeans, yet somehow still manages to look like a Greek God. 

“Vibrator ring fo’ my dick,” he elaborates, eyes fixated on your nipples, which were protruding through your flimsy camisole. “Felt fuckin’ ace on me in Chicago.” 

The tingle you feel in your stomach nearly takes your breath away, your cheeks flushing to a hot pink. Harry sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes darkening as he seductively touches the box. 

“What’re you thinkin’?” he questions, hands wandering to the waistband of your panties. His index finger slides along the top of your mound, his lips suddenly inches from yours. “Up t’try it?” 

You simply nod, giving him the okay to dive two fingers between your folds, his free hand pulling off your panties. His eyes lock into yours as he slides his pointer finger into you, gently curling up. 

“Soaked,” he nips at your jaw, a cheeky smile on his face. “Always so wet fo’ me, my love”. 

Harry adds a second finger, gently massaging your g-spot as his lips attach to your neck. You whimper as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your hands reaching for his jeans. 

“Off,” you beg, fumbling for the button. “Need you in me”. 

“Can tell,” he responds. “Cheeks are all red, my Rosie”. 

You smile at the nickname and he smirks, pulling his fingers out of you and placing them to his lips. He raises his eyebrow at you playfully as he wriggles out of his jeans. Harry reaches for the sleek black box, biting his lip as he opens it. There’s a ring accompanied by a small remote with three buttons: a power switch, an up arrow, and a down one. 

“Looks like I jus’ put it on n’ use this to control?” he phrases it like a question. “Gonna give you the remote, s’only fair”. 

“Payback is about to be a real bitch,” you grin, wriggling your eyebrows. “Gimme”. 

Harry hands you the remote, pulling his cock out of his boxers and placing the ring on. You motion for him to lay back on the bed as you kiss his plush lips, your mouth moving down his chest to his stomach before settling on his v-line. 

You look up at him as you kiss around his cock, sloppily hitting everywhere but the place he needs it most. You can see him growing harder, blood beginning to rush to the area. 

“You teased me,” you say as you finally lick up his shaft. “Now I’m gonna tease you”. 

He groans as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking innocently as if it were a lollipop. His hand grips onto your hair, attempting to push you down further. You only shake your head, holding up the remote and starting the vibrating ring on a low setting. 

The quiet hum makes you grin, sitting back to admire the way it gradually hardens his cock. Harry closes his eyes, mouth agape and small moans coming out. You hit the up arrow, moving to straddle him, sliding his cock between your folds. 

“Fuckin’ good,” he mumbles, pulling you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours as he moans. “Wan’ be in you”. 

You shake your head, grinding against him harder. He hadn’t let you off easy, so there was no way you would let him cum right away. You turn it up one more level, letting out a moan of your own as the ring presses against your clit. 

He’s rock hard at this point, a bead of sweat dripping across his hairline. You look down at him, so beautiful and vulnerable, and take a mental picture. He’s getting closer, you can tell by his sounds and facial expressions. But it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

Without warning, you turn the ring off, smirking devilishly as your boyfriend groans in protest. 

“Should’ve thought about this when you did the same to me,” you place a kiss on his forehead as he frowns up at you. “Oh quit pouting, I’ll let you finish. I’m not evil”. 

“Thinkin’ ya might be,” he chuckles. “Stoppin’ like tha’ is a form of torture”. 

“Do you think the U.S. government would recruit me?” you joke, and he smacks your arm playfully. 

“Bugger,” Harry rolls his eyes, both amused and unamused at your joke. You turn the remote back on, immediately putting it on the highest setting, causing him to jolt under you. “Fuckin’ hell”. 

You smirk, gripping him and sliding him inside of you. You immediately let out a moan at the combination of his cock and the vibrations, trying desperately to balance enough to ride him. 

“Not gon’ fuckin’ last long like this,” he says breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “Bloody hell, so fuckin’ perfect”.

“Harry,” you whimper breathlessly, already teetering on the edge of orgasm. It didn’t take much, but the ring settling against your g-spot was enough to send you into a tail spin. Your climax washes over you like a ruthless wave, causing you to thrash and clench around his dick. “Fuck”. 

Harry follows suit, letting out what can only be described as a whimper as he fills you. You dismount but leave the ring on, turning it down a level but leaving it on. He squirms and reaches for it, moaning like a porn star. 

“S’too sensitive,” there’s a single tear falling down his cheek. “Off, fuckin’ hell off”. 

You oblige, pressing the power button and smirking as he flops down, breathlessly staring at the ceiling. You’re both covered in sweat and cum, attempting to regulate your breathing. Harry rolls over, a lazy smile on his face as he places a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Guess we’ll keep tha’ thing around,” he laughs. “So fuckin’ good.” 

“Yeah,” you nod, intertwining your fingers. “I’m a fan of that”. 

“M’a fan of you,” he nuzzles into your neck, placing gentle kisses on your sweaty skin. “Love you”.

“We should shower,” you comment, looking at the mess between your legs and on his thighs. Harry only hums in response, eyes fluttering closed. “Come on, get up, these are hotel sheets”. 

“You wiped me out,” he mumbles sleepily. “Wanna sleep”. 

You sigh, sticky but tired. You reach down and remove the ring from Harry’s cock, laughing to yourself as he twitches at the slight touch. Grabbing your discarded camisole, you wipe yourself off, gently running the cloth over his thighs. 

“Love you,” you kiss his forehead, clicking off the lamp and settling back next to your lightly snoring boyfriend.  

[carolina-writings]

Happy new year!!!!!

My New Years resolution is to start writing again hehe