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[warning] sex

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suddenly naked meme .

rules .
✗ post your character
✗ tag to others
✗ you are now butt ass naked. have fun.

scenarios .

one. walked in on
oh, hey have you seen my-- never mind, I'll come back later.

two. changing
like walked in on, only part of you is naked and you're not fapping.

three. streaking
oh, you sexual deviant you. you just want to run around with your balls or your titties flapping in the wind.

four. skinny dipping
there's some water and there's you naked in the water.

five. nudist beach
because everyone wants to see everyone else naked.

six. shower
you're now taking a shower with someone.

seven. dream
you know that dream you had where you went to school naked? well like that, except you're doing your entire daily schedule buck ass nude.

eight. free for all
did I miss something? do you just want it to all hang out? whatever, pick your poison.

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[Something about the way he pays her that compliment always makes it different from any other way she's been told that. One day she'll figure out just what about it sends a thrill down her spine just like the way he slides home makes her breath catch short and her eyes flutter shut.]

Fuck, Ange... [He stills for a moment, taking a couple of breaths, his fingers digging into her hips. Eventually, he begins to move, setting a slow pace to start with, and his hand trails down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. Making her feel good is the best turn-on.]

Yes, please.

[Her voice wavers and shakes on that pair of words, barely able to keep it together before he even begins shifting inside her. Just the simple sensation of penetration, the slight burn of stretched muscles from a different angle, nerve endings being grazed ever so divinely... she knows she won't be lasting too long. What a shame.]

[He laughs softly, his mouth close to her ear.] You know I like it when you say please like that... [Of course, he likes everything about her, and it's less about the word itself than it is about the fact that she says it because of him, because of how he makes her feel. Just thinking about it is enough to make his cock twitch, and he picks up his pace.]

[More and more, she's been taking on a submissive role with him, letting him take the lead in things, knowing that it pays off for both of them in the end. She finds that at times like these she really doesn't mind at all, even if her brain has lost all thought beyond utter pleasure. She can't even speak in response. No words come out except for his name carried on a sigh as her fingertips slide against slick wet tiles in their search for purchase.]

[He doesn't think about it too much, beyond knowing that he likes being in control of most situations, though he trusts her enough at this point that letting her take the lead is good, too.

But now he's too focused on the feel of her around him, the way her skin tastes where he kisses and licks the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and how deliciously wet she is as he rubs her clit.]

[The sounds she's making bounce off the shower walls and cause an unholy racket. She can't help it when he's all over her, touching multiple sensitive parts of her at the same time. Each thrust pushes her closer and she's completely incoherent at this point, head tipped back onto his shoulder with her mouth in an open mouth pant.

Jesus Christ, he feels so good. She doesn't want this to end.]

[She's being loud enough to possibly disturb the neighbors, but Arthur doesn't really give a crap. The sounds are for him, and he groans her name, fucking her harder.]

[For a few seconds, her breath catches in her throat and her entire body tenses up, rigid in every limb and muscle, clenching tightly around him as she orgasms. Angela barely has time to reach back and grab his arm to keep herself steady when her knees turn weak as the height of bliss ripples through her, stars bursting behind her eyes. She could die right now and be the happiest, most sated woman on Earth.]

[Arthur grunts as she tightens around him, and it's enough to push him over the edge as well. He grips her tightly as he comes, face buried in her wet hair.] Fuck.

[She would answer back if she could, but his grip on her is the only thing that is holding her upright because her knees give out right on her and her hand slips off the shower wall. They write songs about sex like this, but Angela's pretty sure none of them will actually come close the real thing.]

[He holds her close, happy to do it really. Any excuse to stay close to her, anyway. He skates his fingers affectionately over her stomach.]

[Her stomach tightens just a little, feeling ticklish and euphoric both at the same time.]

Damn.

[That's pretty much all she can get out firstly.]

[Arthur hums a little and shifts a bit, still holding onto her but pulling away slightly to regain his own balance.]

Maybe should get out, at some point...

[Angela nods slightly, putting a hand back on the wall to test out her knees. Arthur is a dangerous man. She needs to not sneak up on him in the shower ever again. Which means she definitely will.

Her legs feel a little more solid now, so she pulls away, albeit reluctantly, and looks up at the showerhead still running full blast with a smirk.]

Somewhere, there is a treehugger crying.

I'll give a little extra money to save the rainforest next month. [He smirks a little, too, and moves to turn off the water, because he's getting kind of pruney at this point.]

[Well then he can get out because she's brushing his hand away from the tap and nudging him with her elbow.]

Don't. Unlike somebody here, I need a shower now.

[That gets a little grin from Arthur, and he leans over to kiss her neck.] I could stay and scrub your back?

[Stop that, Arthur. Don't start something you can't finish. Even if she's sending mixed signals by tipping her head so he can have more room to kiss.]

Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?

Well, no. My hands would be on your back. Scrubbing it. [As though to demonstrate, he runs his hands over her shoulders, massaging gently.]

You know what I meant, smartass. [Wait... didn't this whole thing start this same exact way? He really needs to get out because this shower will never end.] I mean, I'm just making sure you're up to whatever trouble you bring upon yourself.

[He chuckles a little and presses one more kiss to the back of her neck.] I'm leaving. You get clean, then come to bed?

Sounds pretty good to me.

[She'll be quick and efficient. He won't have to wait long.]

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