𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗮
cw: nsfw, hate sex, biting, slight degradation kink, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms (implied)
༉‧₊˚. you're not sure why shauna's been so upset recently. after all, all you've been doing is spending time with the rest of the team. van has practically been the only thing keeping you guys sane out here.
༉‧₊˚. and yet, every time you return to your tent after sitting with the girls and listening to van's stories, shauna seems upset with you. what is her deal?
༉‧₊˚. it all comes to a head one day when you decide to try and lighten shauna's mood with one of van's stories.
༉‧₊˚. "shauna, you will not believe what van was saying. she was telling us a story story, but then, when she-"
༉‧₊˚. that was all you managed to say before shauna snapped, shutting her journal and standing up to be at eye level with you.
༉‧₊˚. "god, can you shut up? i don't care about van's stories!"
༉‧₊˚. you're taken aback. why is she so upset? is it something about the story? you ask her, and she replies, just as agitated as before
༉‧₊˚. "i don't really care to sit here and listen to you guys laugh about van's stupid stories. my best friend is dead. my baby is dead. and you want to sit around listening to her talk about 'sacrifices' and 'miracles'?"
༉‧₊˚. you're absolutely baffled. on one hand, you understand that shauna has gone through so much out here, and has the right to be upset. but on the other hand, it's just a bunch of stories. what's so wrong with having fun?
༉‧₊˚. so, you tell her. well, at least, you try to. "i understand that you've been through a lot, but-"
༉‧₊˚. "no, you don't fucking understand! not a single one of you guys understand what i've been through! stop pretending like you do!"
༉‧₊˚. while she speaks, she steps forward, getting into your personal space. this close, you can't help yourself from staring, noticing (not for the first time; you've been aware of shauna's beauty since before you crashed) how gorgeous she looks, even when she's angry at you.
༉‧₊˚. you have half a mind to step back, but you can't bring yourself to, stepping forward to rest a hand on her waist. she flinches away at first, but then she relaxes into your touch. your eyes find hers and there are so many emotions in her gaze: anger, hurt, and... something else. something much darker.
༉‧₊˚. after a brief moment, shauna pushes forward, attaching her lips to yours with a force that has you jolting backwards. it's not like the first time you two kissed - she's aggressive, almost, as her teeth find your bottom lip and she tugs it between your teeth.
༉‧₊˚. you've noticed this rougher, more aggressive side of her before when you've had sex, but it's nothing like this. this time, the two of you are stuck out in the middle of nowhere, starving and losing your minds. and shauna is so hungry, in more ways than one.
༉‧₊˚. she backs you up until you're pressed against the makeshift wall of your "hut" (or what passed for it) and sticks her hands under your shirt, her fingers exploring the skin of your stomach and chest.
༉‧₊˚. "shaun-" you try and say as soon as you pull away, but shauna presses her lips against yours again, devouring any of the words you had for her. not that you were complaining.
༉‧₊˚. "shut up," she grumbles, clearly still upset. you could tell both from her tone and from the way that she touched you, harsh and rough. and yet somehow you still loved it. you wanted more.
༉‧₊˚. so, who are you to disobey her? you forget what you were gonna say, forget how words work in the first place, and let her touch you how she wants to.
༉‧₊˚. the second she detaches her lips from your mouth, they trail down to your neck. the days of you asking her not to leave marks, worried that your parents may see, were over. she immediately opened her mouth and sucked, right on your pulse point, causing your head to lull back instinctively.
༉‧₊˚. like the rest of her actions, she isn't gentle - there's the slightest hint of her teeth against her skin, but she isn't biting down... hard, at least.
༉‧₊˚. that comes a second later, as she trails rough, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. you tilt your head to the side so she has better access, and she takes it, growling against her skin as she makes her way to the skin where your head connects to your collarbone.
༉‧₊˚. she pauses, drags her tongue over the skin, and then-
༉‧₊˚. "fuck!" she fucking bit you. and it wasn't gentle, either - any harder and you're sure she would've drawn blood.
༉‧₊˚. a groan falls from your lips as her tongue darts out again, soothing the area where she bit down. a part of your brain is registering the pain, and fuck, it hurts, but another, much louder part of your brain is sending heat straight down to your core.
༉‧₊˚. from there, she continues downwards, grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up above your head. you lift your hands to assist her and it's not long before you're topless before her.
༉‧₊˚. shauna pulls back and, just for a moment, you realize how hungry she actually looks; and not just in a physical way. her eyes are raking over your body, and the anger is still there, but it's been mostly replaced with something else - wanting.
༉‧₊˚. "tell me to stop," she breathes under her breath, a little bit more uncertain. "if you want me to stop, tell me and i will."
༉‧₊˚. you think for a moment, wondering if it's really the best idea to be having sex when she's so pent up, but the throbbing between your legs says otherwise. so, you respond to her, equally as quiet and vulnurable, "i don't want you to stop."
༉‧₊˚. that's all it takes for her to lunge forward, her hands starting at your waist and slowly dragging upwards. you shiver against her touch and it only spurs her on.
༉‧₊˚. when her hands finally reach your chest, she shoots you a hungry glance in affirmation and with a quick nod, she dives in. her hands roughly knead the skin there, drawing moans out of your mouth practically beyond your control.
༉‧₊˚. her mouth finds your nipple before you're even aware of it, and she wastes no time in nibbling and sucking like she's a woman starved (which, granted, she is.)
༉‧₊˚. as good as this all feels, as much as you'd be content to sit here and have her play with your tits for hours, the ache between your legs is getting harder to ignore. so you thread a hand in her hair and gently push her downwards, hoping she gets the gist.
༉‧₊˚. as content as she would be to devour you whole while never giving you exactly what you wanted (especially when the anger still lingers in her bones, hot and fiery), she relents and drops down to continue her ministrations against the soft skin of your inner thighs.
༉‧₊˚. if you thought she was rough before, she's certainly rougher now. her nails dig into your thighs like she's trying to rip you open, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in the meat of your thighs.
༉‧₊˚. after a while, she pulls back, leaving you breathless and panting and ridiculously aroused. she seems to be admiring her handiwork and you idly think about how on earth you're going to cover this up so that you don't get an earful from nat, or worse, mari.
༉‧₊˚. she doesn't give you any time to dwell on that as a moment later she's sticking a finger inside of you so unceremoniously that your back arches and you have to fight every single part of your body and mind to not moan so loud you'd startle the animals.
༉‧₊˚. "shauna, j- jesus fuck, you..." you can barely form a full sentance with just how turned are you on. she shoots you a pointed glare, not even needing to say a word for you to get the idea and shut your mouth. seems like she's not in a very talkative mood.
༉‧₊˚. barely a minute in and she's slipping a second finger in, followed by a third. she's using the full force of her arm to thrust into you and god, does it feel good. you can see the way her muscles flex as she pounds her fingers deep inside of you and you want to scream, to cry, to find any way to shut yourself up.
༉‧₊˚. "you're fucking soaked," she huffs. it sounds almost like she's criticizing you, but she's practically panting in time with her thrusts. you know that if you pulled down her pants, she'd be just as turned on as you, if not more. "do you get off to me being mean to you?"
༉‧₊˚. you can't answer, not when her fingers are curling and holy shit, she's pressing against the spot that makes you see stars and you don't know how much more you can take.
༉‧₊˚. the silence isn't enough for her, it seems. "answer me," she growls, and punctuates the demand with a particularly hard thrust that almost does you in.
༉‧₊˚. "o- oh my god, shauna- yes, fuck, i- i love it when you're mean to me...!" the words barely manage to escape your lips between pants and whimpers but it seems to satiate her as you notice the faintest hint of a smirk cross her face.
༉‧₊˚. you don't even need to tell her that you're close. she picks up on your body language and right as you open your mouth to tell her, she attaches her mouth to your clit and sucks.
༉‧₊˚. that's all it takes for your orgasm to crash over you, and she has to hold your knees to keep you from crumpling to the ground. she keeps moving her fingers inside you, her teeth barely grazing against your clit as you try not to topple over.
༉‧₊˚. you bite your hand to keep yourself quiet - it only barely works, muffling the strained cry of her name that tears its way from your throat. if it weren't for your hand in your mouth, you're sure the entire wilderness would be able to hear what the two of you were up to.
༉‧₊˚. your orgasm takes its time with you, washing over you in waves until you're boneless and spent. shauna takes her fingers out of your cunt and licks them clean, a display that really shouldn't have you as turned on as you are.
༉‧₊˚. you both stay there, silently basking in the post-orgasm glow, until you start to pull your pants up and shauna stops you. you're confused, looking down at her to see her brows furrowed, and she asks, "where do you think you're going? i'm not done with you yet."
༉‧₊˚. needless to say, you don't leave the hut until hours later, and when mari gets a good look at the way your legs shake as you walk and the purple-red bruises littering your neck, you know you'll never hear the end of it.
