Heatwave request - fem reader x Shauna (you can choose if gp or not). It’s hot af out in the wilderness and reader is being bitchy to Shauna because of it. Also won’t have sex with Shauna because “it’s too hot”. Shauna loses her patience one day and just throws reader into the lake to “cool her off” 🤭
» shauna shipman x fem!reader.
— warnings: this takes place during the s3 summer. some nsfw content. so mdni. gp!shauna. dry humping. implied masturbation. fluff. reader being a bit of an asshole.
it’s late and it’s hot, two more things you’re painfully aware of, aside from the feeling of shauna curling herself up against you on the furs and only adding onto this fucking heat.
winter has come and gone, and, looking back at it now, it’s hard to believe it could ever get quite so cold out here. you know you’re lucky, having built shelters for yourselves after the cabin burned down, and even little enclosures for the animals. you don’t have to hunt one another for food anymore, and you don’t have to huddle together for warmth to avoid potentially freezing to death. over the last couple of weeks, however, it has gotten so unbearably hot that some fucked up part of you has wondered whether or not it wouldn’t be nicer to freeze than to practically melt all day, every day. at least when you were cold, there was something to be done about it: putting on another layer, for example, or simply scooting closer to the fire. in this weather, there are only so many clothes you can strip off, without it actually helping.
not to mention the body odor (over the course of not being able to take any showers these last couple of months, your nose has gotten surprisingly accustomed to how you must all fucking stink) and the lack of air conditioning or even just fans. on most days, it is, frankly, too hot to be doing anything except lounging around in whatever little shade you can find, waiting either for the occasional breeze winding its way through the village, or for somebody else to be willing to take the walk through the woods upon themselves to go to the lake with you & cool down there.
all of that’s to say that shauna draping herself over you at night is not helping. despite your huts being built from little more than sticks, leaves, and what had been left of the cabin (in winter, you had to cocoon yourselves in blankets & furs, because those makeshift houses certainly offered a whole lot less warmth than the cabin ever did), there seems to be no air circulation at all once the sun goes down, trapping the heat inside until it feels even hotter in there than it does out in the open.
you’ve already kicked off the sheets & are sleeping in nothing but your underwear (the team has seen everything there is to see at this point, and the only reason you’re bothering with the panties is that you’re scared of bugs), yet here’s shauna, whose body is its own source of heat, pulling you flush against her like you aren’t slick enough already. “shauna…” you mumble into your pillow, blindly reaching behind your back to halfheartedly push her away.
shauna doesn’t budge, only curls herself closer, and letting you get a feel of….of what? frowning, you wiggle your hips back for another feel of whatever that was, confused until what has poked into your ass suddenly twitches through the thin layer of shauna’s boxer shorts. you have no idea how anyone could be horny in this heat, or only just think of sex, when, on a good day, you have the motivation to drag yourself from your hut into the shade & back.
shauna seems very much capable of that, though, pressing her erection against your ass from behind. come to think of it, you can’t remember when you last had sex. you do miss it, to be fair, knowing how good getting fucked by her feels, but in this weather, you simply lack the energy and willingness to get any hotter & sweatier than you already are. “shauna…” you say, again, a little amused now as you try to swat away the arm that she’s thrown over your middle.
humming, shauna nuzzles her nose against your neck, hips starting to grind against you in a slow roll. you can feel her cock, throbbing as she drags it over your ass, barely two layers separating you, both your panties and her boxers worn thin. and, god, would it be tempting to let her shove them aside and slip it in like that, from behind, your cunt giving its own, answering pulse. unfortunately, you know damn well if you have sex now, you’re gonna have to head down to the lake to wash off afterwards, and would probably only get back to your hut at the crack of dawn, with new sweat already dripping down your bodies from the short walk, so as much as you want shauna to fuck you, it is, for once, not worth the prize you’d have to pay.
with a lot of effort, you manage to get out from under her arm and toss yourself around to face her. lo & behold, when you turn your gaze downwards, you can see the outline of shauna’s dick through the boxer shorts that might have been van’s, a really long time ago, before all clothes became community goods. with the moon full in the night sky, and your huts not fully blacked out, you can even see the darkened patch of precum that has formed around the imprint of her tip, twitching again under your gaze.
“i can’t believe you can even get hard in this heat,” you whisper to her. the huts aren’t soundproof, either, and while you’re pretty sure the whole team has heard you fuck at one point or another, god forbid they hear about shauna’s middle-of-the-night-boner.
huffing, shauna only rolls her eyes, clearly waiting for something else from you. if she’s hoping for you to at least stick your hand into her underwear and get her off like that, though, she’s thoroughly mistaken: as much as you want to make her feel good, just repeatedly moving your hand in that jerk off motion would probably be too much of an effort in this heat. “it’s too hot, shauna,” you murmur sleepily. “if you want to jerk off, find a nice tree and do it there.”
“a fucking tree?” shauna blurts. “are you kicking me out of my hut?”
aside from the fact that it’s your shared hut, not only hers, you suppose that, if she’s really that desperate to get off, then sure, you might be. you don’t need this place turning into any more of a furnace than it already is. “yeah, well, it’s too hot to do it in here!” you reason.
“i’m not that fucking pathetic,” shauna scoffs, rolling over so her back is to you and, with it, hiding her erection of shame. “whatever. go back to sleep.”
chuckling quietly at your girlfriend’s attitude, you scoot farther away from her, grateful to finally have some space between your bodies again, already feeling the sweat cooling where her skin had been pressed against yours. when you blink your eyes open some time later, stirred by the sound of footsteps walking away from the village, shauna is gone. so much for her not being ‘that fucking pathetic,’ then....
the weather doesn’t change, and neither does shauna’s horniness behavior. what does change, however, is your mood, souring a little more with every hot day that passes by. at this rate, it’s got to be july, or august already, and summer is gonna have to end eventually, yet there’s still no end to the heat in sight. it hasn’t rained in weeks, the ground now so dry it has cracked in places, and you’re really starting to wonder if it’s ever gonna get even remotely cool again out here, or if the whole last year was simply a collective hallucination and you’re actually stuck in the middle of the fucking desert.
the usual chores still have to get done around the village, and ‘the laundry isn’t gonna do itself,’ like mari puts it as you heave the makeshift basket past her & gen, the pair of them stretched out and sunbathing in the middle of the clearing.
it’s not only that purposeful teasing that’s getting on your nerves, though: frankly, everything has been pissing you off, from the way melissa walks too fucking slow while you’re trying to get down to the lake to do said laundry, to van trying to distract everybody with one of her stories. on a normal day, this probably would’ve gotten at least a smile out of you, yet under these circumstances, with the sun beating down on you until late into the evening, it is nothing but annoying.
even shauna gets subjected to your moods: you’re standing outside the meat shed, sorting through the day’s haul on the makeshift table, when she sneaks up on you from behind. before you know it, her arms are wrapping around your waist, and she puts her chin on your shoulder as she presses herself against your back. and while you would normally lean into the rare, public sign of her affection, this time, you practically yank yourself free. “not now, shauna.” you snap, stepping out of reach so she doesn’t get any ideas about trying that again.
for a split second, hurt flashes over her features, but then shauna gets her expression back under control and rolls her eyes at you. “jesus, what’s wrong with you today?” she demands, stomping off to grab the meat she’d come over for in the first place.
and it goes on like that. rationally, if you were to sit back and think about it, you’d know you’re being an asshole because the weather is getting to you. and yet, you can’t help but feel annoyed at anyone & anything that so much as looks at you the wrong way. within a couple of days, you’ve picked unnecessary arguments with half the team, whose general mood isn’t much better, snapped at your closest friends, and even managed to piss your girlfriend off while you were at it. you’re pretty sure that, at some point behind your back, taissa outright told shauna to get you under control before you made conditions out here any worse for everybody else.
it is down by the lake where she ultimately loses her patience: you’re hers, and you know that, because of the status it gives you, nobody else would actually call you out like this. nobody but shauna herself, who, after putting up with your attitude around for long enough, seems to have finally reached her own limit, too.
it’s only the two of you, then, lounging on the rocks in the afternoon sun. it is way too hot to move, and you’re pretty sure your body is leaving a slick imprint of sweat against the stone beneath you. even the breeze coming off the lake barely feels refreshing anymore, hardly even stirring the sweaty strands of hair sticking to your forehead.
with both eyes closed, you only notice shauna crawling over you when her shadow falls across your face & blocks the sun, which, in itself, would be nice if it weren’t for the warmth of her, now pressing down on you. “shauna…” blinking one eye open, you frown, “you stink.”
“i stink?” shauna repeats as you start to squirm beneath her. “look who’s talking. you stop being an asshole, how about that?”
“just…get off.” you swat at her shoulder, annoyed with her, more than anything.
ever the stronger one, shauna easily catches your wrist and pins it against your stomach before cocking her head down at you. “you’ve been such a pain in the ass, you know that?”
now it’s your turn to parrot her words: “i’m being a pain in the ass?” you scoff, “everyone else is.” another useless attempt to wriggle free. “you included.”
shauna lets out a long sigh. “jesus christ,” she mutters. “stop being such a bitch. you’re not the only one who doesn’t like the heat.”
“fuck off, shauna.” you doubt anybody else would dare talk to her like that without having to deal with the consequences (those are the upsides of being her girlfriend), yet when you do, instead of arguing back, shauna….gets up?
you hadn’t expected her to leave it quite this easily, but as it turns out, she isn’t planning on letting you off the hook: shauna stands, momentarily towering above you before she bends back down and, like you weigh absolutely fucking nothing, scoops you right off the ground. “shauna!” you whine, trying to wiggle your way out of the bridal hold she has you in.
“nope.” not wanting to hear it, shauna only shifts you higher, full-on tossing you over her shoulder as she walks. “i’ve had enough of you today.”
“put me down,” you complain, thumping a fist against her back. shauna doesn’t bother dignifying that with a response, and it only really dawns on you what she’s doing when you hear water sloshing around her ankles. “shauna, no!”
“but you said you were too hot…” she points out, a grin on her face as she glances at you from the corner of her eye. the water is up to her knees now, and still shauna is wading in deeper.
“shauna!” you know it’s useless to fight: there’s no way you’re actually going to wrestle your way out of shauna’s grip, especially not hanging upside down over her shoulde, but you kick your legs anyway, now thumping both hands against her shoulder. “let me go!”
“oh?” shauna stops, her hold finally loosening the tiniest bit. “you want me to let you go...?” that same shit-eating grin is still on her lips, and it’s the last thing you catch in your peripheral before she does exactly what you asked, letting you go.
you roll over her shoulder, doing a very ungraceful front flip before your back hits the water & the lake swallows you whole. one second your skin is burning beneath the summer sun; the next, every inch of it is suddenly submerged in freezing water, the shock of it stealing all air straight from your lungs. instinctively flailing, it takes a second before your feet find the muddy lakebed, barely a couple of inches beneath you, and you shove yourself back toward the surface, breaking it with a sputtering gasp. coughing, you swipe dripping hair out of your eyes to glare at your girlfriend. “what the fuck, shauna?!”
