omfg okay hear me out... can u do a Shauna fic where the reader is a close family friend, but Shauna always acts like she absolutely hates them? fast forward to a big summer cookout, reader goes inside to use the bathroom or grab something and accidentally catches Shauna fingering herself... and she's literally moaning the reader's name 😩
summery : after walking in on shauna shipman secretly desperate for her, an explosive confrontation turns into a filthy, hate-fueled sexual encounter on her bed where pride and control are stripped away.
pairings : enemie!shauna x fem!reader
warnings : graphic sexual content, explicit hate sex, female reader x female character, heavy angst, intense enemies to lovers, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, oral stimulation, power play, teasing, degradation, biting, non-violent praise/humiliation, aggressive intimacy, rough touching, consensual, dynamic tension
The heat outside on the back patio was practically suffocating, radiating off the concrete while the smell of charred burgers and sweet barbecue sauce hung thick in the summer air. Everyone’s families were crammed together in the yard—lawn chairs scattered, ice clinking in plastic cups, music blasting over a portable speaker.
You slipped through the sliding glass door, relishing the immediate blast of central air conditioning as the heavy noise of the cookout muffled behind the double-pane glass.
You weren't just here as a casual guest; your family and the Shipmans had been intertwined for as long as you could remember. Vacation photos, shared holidays, Sunday dinners—you and Shauna had grown up in the exact same orbit. On paper, you should’ve been best friends.
In reality, Shauna Shipman made it her personal life’s mission to act like your very existence was an intolerable chore.
If you walked into a room, she’d roll her eyes or suddenly find her phone deeply fascinating. If you tried to chime in on a conversation, she’d cut you off with a sharp, sarcastic bite or just straight-up ignore you. It was exhausting. You’d spent years trying to figure out what you could have possibly done to make her hate you so viscerally, but eventually, you just learned to match her energy: stay out of her way, exchange passive-aggressive glare for passive-aggressive glare, and keep your distance.
Heading down the dim hallway toward the guest bathroom, you just wanted a quick minute of quiet away from the heat and the crowd.
As you passed the half-open door to Shauna’s bedroom, a soft sound stopped you dead in your tracks.
It was a gasp—wet, heavy, and undeniably breathless.
You paused, frowning slightly. Thinking she might be hurt or sick, you stepped a inch closer to the crack in the door to check. But as your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of her room, the breath was knocked right out of your chest.
Shauna was sprawled on her back in the middle of her unmade bed, her knees bent and her thigh length shorts shoved down to her knees. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed a deep, feverish pink, and her hand was buried deep inside her underwear. Her knuckles were rhythmically working between her legs, her hips hitching up off the mattress with every frantic push of her fingers.
You froze, terror and embarrassment locking your boots to the floorboards. You were just about to back away as quietly as humanly possible when Shauna let out a long, broken moan that echoed off the quiet walls of her bedroom.
The sound of your name tumbling off her lips in that desperate, broken moan hit you like a physical shock, pinning you to the floorboards.
Instead of backing away like any sane person would, you raised an eyebrow, pushed the bedroom door open the rest of the way, and casually leaned your shoulder against the frame.
Shauna’s eyes snapped open at the heavy creak of the door. The absolute horror that washed over her face was a sight to behold. Her hand instantly froze inside her shorts, her chest heaving as her face went from a flushed, high-pleasure pink to a stark, mortified red in less than a second.
"Jesus, Shipman," you drawled, your voice laced with a slow, smug grin as you crossed your arms. "I just came inside to use the bathroom, but I didn't realize you were holding a whole private prayer meeting in here."
Shauna scrambled backward so fast she nearly hit her head on her wooden headboard, frantically pulling her shorts back up over her hips and shoving her disheveled hair out of her face.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" she barked out, her voice cracking slightly as she tried—and spectacularly failed—to reclaim her usual razor-sharp dominance. "Get out! Who the hell gave you permission to walk in here?!"
"The door was wide open," you countered smoothly, pushing off the doorframe and taking a slow step into the room. "And honestly? It’s pretty hard to ignore when somebody’s shouting my name loud enough for the whole cookout to hear. Is that why you’ve been acting like you hate my guts since the eighth grade? Because you were busy fantasizing about me?"
Shauna’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in her cheek. Her eyes flared with genuine rage, hot and embarrassed, her fists balling up into the bedsheets.
"I don't—I wasn't thinking about you, you arrogant prick!" she snapped, sitting up straight on the edge of the mattress, glaring up at you like she wanted to tear you apart with her bare hands. "You misheard me. You're fucking delusional! Get the hell out of my house before I throw you out myself!"
"Delusional?" You laughed, taking another step closer until you were standing right over her, looking down at her breathless, infuriated face. "Shauna, you were literally moaning my name with two fingers jammed inside your underwear. You want to try lying to my face again?"
Shauna’s eyes flared with pure, unadulterated venom. She scrambled off the bed, stepping up into your personal space so fast her chest nearly bumped yours. She had to tilt her chin up to glare into your eyes, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
"I said get out," she spat, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You think you're so fucking clever, don't you? You think just because you heard—because you think you heard something, you get to stand in my room and talk down to me?"
Her face was still flushed, her breath coming fast and hot against your chin, a mix of furious embarrassment and lingering arousal radiating off her skin.
"Oh, I don't think, Shauna. I know," you murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
"Shut up," she hissed, shoving your chest with both hands. "Shut the fuck up and leave—"
You didn't let her finish. To push her over the edge, you grabbed her by the front of her shirt, pulled her forward, and slammed your mouth over hers.
Shauna froze against you for a fraction of a second, a muffled sound of shock catching in the back of her throat.
Instead of pushing you away, her hands flew up to grab the front of your shirt, her fingers tangling hard into the fabric as she yanked you down into her. The kiss wasn't gentle or sweet—it was rough, mean, and furious, a total clash of teeth and bruised lips. Shauna kissed you back with a sudden, desperate violence, her mouth moving against yours hard enough to taste blood, pouring every single year of pent-up resentment, jealousy, and suffocating lust right into your mouth.
She let out a harsh, needy moan straight into the kiss, her nails digging into your shoulders through your shirt, refusing to give you an inch as she practically bit your bottom lip, dragging you deeper into the messy, angry heat of it.
Shauna didn't break the kiss for a single second as her hands shifted from your shirt to the back of your neck, her grip practically bruising as she dragged you toward the bed. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she tumbled backward, yanking you down directly on top of her.
You landed heavy between her thighs, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp. The sheer heat coming off her body was suffocating.
"You're such a fucking asshole," Shauna hissed against your lips, her hands frantically shoving themselves under the hem of your shirt, her nails scraping over the bare skin of your ribs with a harsh, needy pressure. "I hate you. God, I fucking hate you."
"Yeah? You're doing a real great job showing it," you rasped back, breaking the kiss just enough to bite down hard on her lower lip.
Shauna arched up off the mattress with a high, muffled whimper, her hands sliding down to snap open the button of your pants. She didn't bother with patience or gentleness; she shoved your jeans and underwear down your thighs together, kicking her own shorts and panties completely off her ankles until they crumpled onto the floorboards.
She opened her legs wide, hooking her thighs over your hips and pulling you flush against her. You were both already slick, the friction of your bare skin grinding together sending a sharp, electric jolt straight down your spine. Shauna gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head as her head hit the pillows, her knuckles turning white where she gripped the bedsheets.
"Don't just sit there," she choked out, her voice laced with that same bitter, desperate edge. "Touch me. Fucking do something."
You let out a low, breathless laugh, reaching down between your bodies. Shauna flinched as your hand brushed over her swollen, wet heat, but she immediately spread her knees wider, her body practically begging for it.
You pushed two fingers straight inside her without warning.
Shauna let out a loud, harsh cry, her back arching entirely off the bed. Her walls were scalding hot and impossibly tight around you, clamping down hard as you began to work your fingers inside her with a fast, heavy rhythm. You didn't hold back, keeping your thumb pressed firm against her clit while you drove deeper, matching the aggressive, angry energy she'd been throwing at you for years.
"Fuck—" Shauna sobbed out, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard it almost bled. Her hips lifted off the mattress, rolling into your hand, meeting every hard push of your fingers with desperate, hungry thrusts of her own. "Faster—stop fucking teasing me—"
"Make me," you growled, leaning down to trap her face between your hands, forcing her to open her eyes and look at you.
Her dark eyes were glossy, wide, and completely unfocused with raw, overwhelming lust. All her sharp defenses were stripped away, leaving her utterly exposed underneath you. You picked up the pace, your fingers sliding in and out with a wet, heavy sound that echoed off the quiet walls of her bedroom while the chaotic noise of the backyard party continued outside, totally oblivious.
Shauna raised her hand and slammed her palm over her own mouth to stifle the loud, needy moans tearing out of her throat. Her hips were moving wildly now, completely out of control, her thigh muscles trembling against your ribs as you curled your fingers high inside her, hitting her over and over right where she needed it.
"Look at me," you commanded softly, pulling her hand away from her mouth and pinning her wrist to the mattress beside her head.
Shauna let out a wrecked, trembling breath, her gaze locking onto yours. "I hate you so much," she rasped, her chest heaving, her fingers curling around yours on the bed. "I swear to God—"
She couldn't finish the sentence. Her entire body went rigid, her thighs clamping tightly around your waist as her walls contracted around your fingers in tight, relentless spasms. She let out a long, shuddering scream against your neck, her head rolling back as her orgasm hit her hard enough to make her sob out loud.
You didn't slow down, keeping the deep, relentless pace through the peak of her release until she was completely breathless, trembling and spent underneath you, her heartbeat hammering violently against your chest.
You kept up a steady, deliberate rhythm inside her until the violent trembling in her thighs slowly subsided. Shauna was completely unraveled, her chest heaving, her forehead slick with sweat as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath.
Slowly, you slid your fingers out of her, the cool room air hitting her skin as she let out a long, shuddering exhale.
You raised your hand, your fingers wet and glistening in the dim light of her bedroom. Leaning down over her until your lips were inches from her ear, you nudged her jaw with your knuckles.
"Clean me up, Shipman," you murmured, your voice low and commanding against her skin. "Come on. Taste yourself."
Shauna’s eyes snapped to yours, a fleeting flash of her old defiance flaring in her gaze—but she was far too spent, far too gone to actually fight you on it. She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached up, grabbed your wrist with a trembling hand, and pulled your fingers into her mouth.
A quiet, vibrating hum resonated in her throat as she closed her lips tightly around your hand, her tongue swirling in slow, hot licks around your index and middle fingers. She sucked thoroughly, taking you deep into her mouth with a surprising, desperate hunger, cleaning off every trace of her own slickness until her cheeks were flushed a fresh, burning shade of red.
When she finally let your hand slide out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop, she rested her forehead against your shoulder, utterly defeated and completely breathless.
"If you ever tell a single soul about this," Shauna rasped into the crook of your neck, her voice devoid of any real bite as her arms lazily wrapped around your waist, "I will literally kill you."
"Your secret's safe with me, Shipman," you whispered with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to her flushed temple as the muffled sounds of the summer cookout continued outside her closed door.
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