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» jackieshauna x fem!reader

— warnings: pool girl!reader. implied age gap (reader is 18+). nsfw content. mdni. ‘accidental’ voyeurism. strap-on usage. threesomes. semi-public sex. skinny dipping. oral sex.

jackie who hires you in the first place, spending her wife’s money on a local pool company to get somebody to clean the pool she’s been wanting but has absolutely no desire to clean herself whatsoever. why should she, she reasons with shauna, chin held high in refusal, if it’s all gross like that and they have all the means to pay someone else to do it. shauna, albeit reluctant, does relent eventually, having to admit that her wife has a point: they can indeed afford the extra help, and she would much rather pay that money than argue with her wife over it.

it is also jackie who lets you in the very first time you show up to their place: barefoot & in loose linen pants, she greets you right at the door and steps aside to invite you in, leading you through the house & making some smalltalk along the way: asking where you go to college, if this is only your summer job or your actual job, etc etc. all the while, she guides you through their living room and out into the backyard, where the pool awaits.

you don’t catch sight of shauna until the third or so visit. truth be told you didn’t really know of her existence up until that point. sure, you’d caught glimpses of wedding photos in the hallway, some signs pointing towards jackie not living on her own (aside from the huge fucking house, that is, which you were already pretty sure she didn’t occupy all by herself), but you never meant to pry/make her uncomfortable by outright asking. so, you only get proper confirmation when shauna is actually around for one of your pool maintenance days, supervising your work from behind a pair of sunglasses as she sits reading on a nearby lawn chair.

from the start, she is different from her wife, making noticeably less smalltalk & also showing far less interest in finding out anything about you. shauna is no less attentive, though, always picking spots for her afternoon sunbathing that keep you right in her line of sight, then shamelessly staring at you for as long as you stick around to work (which normally is as long as you can possibly drag it out for, enjoying being the center of her attention).

eventually making a whole show of it, knowing you’ve got at least one woman’s eyes on you at all times? wearing gradually shorter clothes to your shifts at the shipman-taylors’, tighter tops & shorts…? exaggeratedly stretching and bending over whenever you notice them watching…...?

jackie who picks up on that first. chances are shauna knows, too, which you assume she does, given how often she’s taken the bait of your little outfits & how many times you’ve caught her staring at your ass while you worked. but with her out of the house on most days, jackie is still the one who spends more time around you, calling you over even on days when there is, frankly, nothing you could be doing; their pool clean and well taken care of. still, you pretend not to notice, busying yourself around the pool house and acting like there’s stuff left for you to do so you can stay around longer. you figure that, if they didn’t enjoy your company, they wouldn’t keep calling you over this frequently, and you’re very much willing to make the most of it.

jackie who returns your teasing in full force, then: out in the yard as well, and close to the pool, she’s oiling her toned legs in languid motions, one knee bent as she runs her hands up & down her calf, all without ever taking her eyes off you.

“are you busy right now?” she’ll call over to where you’re crouched by the filtration system, ‘inspecting’ the pool’s pressure gauge. “hm?” afraid to have been caught wasting time, you stumble to your feet and turn around, only to find jackie holding a bottle of sunscreen out to you, her freshly oiled legs now glistening in the morning sun. “can you do my back?” she asks innocently. “sorry, i know you’re busy, but shauna isn’t here to do it, and i can’t reach it myself.” jackie is your boss, so what else are you supposed to do if not say yes? had you known what you’d actually be getting yourself into, and that she wouldn’t let you stand there & do it, but instead lie down stomach first on the lounge chair, expecting you to kneel over her, legs bracketing either side of her hips to work the sunscreen into her shoulders, you wouldn’t have agreed quite so easily! and as if that, in itself, isn’t bad enough already, jackie has untied the straps of her bikini top, too, leaving her entire, sunwarmed back bare under your hands. her skin is so soft as you spread the sunscreen outward from the line you’ve squeezed down her spine, trying your hardest not to pay those fucking sounds she’s making any mind. they might be muffled by the cushions, but you swear you can hear jackie moan as your fingers dig into her back.

jackie who knows no stopping, after that sunscreen incident. you do wonder if the couple has talked about this in private, and if they now have some plan to flirt with you together (if so, they’re succeeding), because even when shauna is around, she keeps up with it, seeking out your touch & being close to you. “it’s so unfair that you have to work under the sun all day,” she’ll pout, for example, squeezing your upper arm as she walks past on her way back inside. other days, she will simply lounge in shauna’s lap, the two women simply watching you work together.

shauna who, while less one to take so much initiative herself, is still constantly watching you with such intensity you cannot help but squirm as soon as her eyes land on you. even with jackie sitting on her lap like that, and shauna’s hands running over her wife’s body (squeezing her hips & her thighs like you’re not standing right there, a few feet away, pretending not to watch them right back because that would be unprofessional), her gaze will still be set on you the whole time from over jackie’s shoulder.

shauna who, for her lack of flirting, at least still partially wants you around for your work. or so you think, until, one day, while you’re, for once, actually cleaning their pool, she suddenly appears behind you. as focused on skimming leaves from the water as you are, you don’t hear her approach, startling at the sudden touch. you’ve never felt either of them so close, yet here’s shauna, whose strong hands land on your hips. her mouth is right by your ear, like that, the whole length of her body pressed against your back when she murmurs: “you missed one.” for another second or two, she stays like that, very much in your personal space, before finally stepping back with one last squeeze to your waist. when you leave later that same day, they’re both on their chairs again, jackie waving goodbye while shauna is doing what she does best: watching you like a fucking hawk.

walking in on them one day…..you’re sure they must have planned it, knowing damn well when you’re meant to show up by now. their front door is left unlocked & ajar when you get there, your knock enough to nudge it open all the way. perhaps your first mistake is going inside, then, and not just turning on your heel and making a run for it. but jackie & shauna have always let you in before, and it doesn’t seem all that unusual at first. so, instead, you venture into their living room, where the patio doors stand open wide and you can hear the sounds of birds chirping from the backyard. no sign of jackie or shauna, though, neither in there nor out by the pool.

you’re about to call for them, fingers tracing over the kitchen countertop as you glance toward the backyard again, when suddenly, you hear it: it comes from the second floor, far enough away to be the tiniest bit muffled, but without a doubt a moan. and once you’re actually listening, frozen in place, there’s no unhearing it: from the room directly above the kitchen, which must be their bedroom, comes the steady creak of the couple’s bed, headboard slamming into the wall to the rhythm of their bodies moving together. quietly, you dare take another step forward, and then another, until you eventually find yourself standing at the foot of the stairs, where the sounds are so clear you wonder if they’ve left the door to their bedroom open as well. not only do you hear the creaky bed & the moans; there are even the rhythmic wet thrusts of whatever it is that they’re doing up there. “shauna,” jackie moans, over the slapping of skin against skin. “shauna- s-so fucking big…you’re so deep, baby!” you feel a throb between your legs, holding onto the nearest wall for dear life so as not to outright faint & fall over. at least that answers your question, then: the wet squelches must be the sound of jackie’s cunt around shauna’s strap. shauna groans in response, the pace picking up. even so, jackie cries out: “harder! harder, shauna. fuck, please!” with every word from her, the throbbing between your thighs increases. already, you can feel the fabric of your underwear clinging to the slick there, your clit twitching, aching for relief beneath the thin barrier. “yes,” jackie moans, and you wish you could see them, take a peek into their room to put a picture to the voices crying out. “oh my god, yes baby, like that.” it goes on like that, their fucking, until the sounds eventually begin to subside, then stop altogether, and you remember the position you’re in just in time for a door upstairs to be pushed open. you can already hear their footsteps coming down the stairs as you hurry back outside, racing across the yard and heading straight for the pool, getting there right when jackie steps out onto the patio in a silky robe. she smiles when she spots you and, stretching her arms out over her head, says: “ah, good, you let yourself in.”

shauna who, on a particularly hot afternoon not long after that, invites you to stay for a swim after your job is done. ever since you overheard them, thoughts of the two of them together have occupied your every waking thought. matter of fact, even in your sleep, you’ll sometimes wake from a dream with your sleep shorts soaked and your heart racing in your chest. “come on, it’s too hot for you to go home,” she says, leading the way back outside, where jackie is waiting with her legs dangling into the water. she doesn’t say anything when she sees you, only watches as you peel off your shirt & pants.

jackie who, once you’ve waded out into the deeper end of the pool, slips in after you with a small splash, shivering as she floats over to you while shauna still sheds her own clothes on the lawn. not stopping once she’s within reach, you soon feel the warmth of her body against yours below the surface, her nipples poking through the fabric of her bikini, then her fingers as she takes your chin in hand & tilts your head towards her.

it’s jackie who kisses you first, her lips slowly moving against yours, and coaxing you into reciprocating it despite shauna standing right there beside you. if you ever so much as try to turn your head in her direction, though, the grip jackie has on your cheeks tightens, fingers sinking into the skin as she holds you close to herself and pries your lips apart with her tongue. your hands land on her slick shoulders, too scared to outright reach for her waist yet, while her own drape around the back of your neck, lips soft even as your tongues slide together.

getting fucked in their pool, then, held between their bodies, with shauna joining in, too, groaning close to your ear from having watched you & her wife make out for so long. thankfully, their backyard is pretty private, well shielded by tall trees surrounding the property & fences keeping the next door neighbors from seeing much of anything that goes on in their pool. with shauna’s lips attached to your neck, without a doubt leaving marks on your skin, and jackie’s still moving against your own, they push your bikini bottoms aside with ease, one of them (though you’re not entirely sure who it is) locating your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. the water splashes around you as you let your head fall back against shauna’s shoulder, who welcomes you with open arms as your eyes roll back in pleasure, moaning shamelessly and rocking your hips into the touch. “that’s it…” she praises, lips wet where they trail along the back of your neck while the hand between your legs picks up its pace, applying more pressure to your already swollen, sensitive clit.

shauna who, after that evening in their pool, makes sure you understand that it wasn’t just a one-time thing where all three of you acted on a whim, the next time you arrive at their place, nervous out of your mind, only to find out jackie isn’t home. it’s shauna, who answers the door and reveals that ‘jackie had errands,’ as she leads you inside for a drink. shauna who steps up behind you until you feel the bulge in her shorts, who bends you over the kitchen counter right then & there, in a frantic series of movements and fucks you hard & fast from behind, panting about how she’d been waiting to finally fuck you with her cock, until jackie gets home.

jackie who watches………? entering the living room, she doesn’t seem all that surprised to find the two of you there, with your legs kicked apart, and your chest pressed flat to the counter as shauna thrusts her hips at a relentless pace, leaving you no choice but to let out all those moans, even when you hear the key turning in the door. it damn near seems like jackie expected to find you like this, smiling as she takes in the sight of you, pinned beneath her wife like that, while shauna groans and buries her dick inside you to the hilt.

-🐦‍🔥

» melissa hat x fem!reader.

— warnings: no-crash au. established relationship. making out, so some slightly suggestive content. the l-bomb is dropped in this one. homophobia. implied religious trauma. hurt/comfort.

melissa is, whether she’s even aware of this or not, making all those little, breathy noises against your lips, letting them slip out between kisses: happy sighs vibrate against your mouth, only swallowed as you lift your head from the pillow & press yourself impossibly closer still. despite having checked multiple times and confirming that you are, indeed, home alone, you’re thankful for the fan (conveniently placed right in front of the open window to let some fresh air in) and, more importantly, the sound it’s making: the whir is not only filling the room and occasionally stirring the thin curtains, it’ll hopefully also be enough to cover up melissa, should somebody come home unexpectedly.

you don’t even want to imagine the utter hell that would break loose if mel’s mom were to overhear this, let alone walk in and find her daughter in bed with another girl. you really are only that, on the bed, both of you still fully dressed (although you aren’t wearing much, that’s for sure, the summer heat only allowing for shorts and crop tops and a lot of skin left on display), and not doing anything else except kissing, but knowing the household your girlfriend comes from, ‘just’ kissing a girl already goes against everything her family, her mother, in particular, believes in.

you have never met the woman, and doubt you ever will, but from what you’ve been told about her by melissa, more often than not because you had to comfort her after her mother said yet another cruel thing to her own daughter, you have no intention of ever changing that. it is all the more reason why you’re taking a massive risk by doing this here, in melissa’s room, under that woman’s roof, where you’d met up under the guise of working on a project together.

to give credit where credit is due, you’ve at least bothered with the textbooks, though they only lie haphazardly at the foot of the bed, a pisspoor cover should anyone actually catch you in this position: pinned beneath melissa, whose knees are sinking into the mattress beside your hips, her long, blonde hair falling into your face & glowing golden in the sunlight that spills in through the window.

it’s technically much too hot for her to be in your space like that, sweat gathering even in places where there aren’t any clothes pressing against your skin, but with her for once kissing you in an actual bed (not, say, in the cramped back seat of a car, or locked in a bathroom at lottie’s), it is too rare of an opportunity for you to tell her to get off. besides, you couldn’t if you tried, with melissa’s lips moving against your own, and she knows it, too, closing the distance again within seconds after parting for breath to steal more kisses from your smiling mouth.

she’s still a bit clumsy about it, like she was the first time you kissed her, unsure about the motions & how much pressure to apply. it’s mostly the nerves, because melissa isn’t a bad kisser by any means, and you’ve been together for long enough to know that. sometimes she will get in her head about it, though, the fact that she’s actually here, kissing another girl, let alone you.

as if on cue, melissa’s nose bumps yours at a head tilt too far to the left. “ow,” she mumbles, not bothered enough by it to properly pull away. you can’t help smiling, and now it is your turn to mess up, melissa’s lips pressing into your front teeth with your mouth open like that. “don’t laugh!” she complains.

“i’m not.” quick to put on a mock serious face, you run a hand up melissa’s back, over her neck & into her hair to pull her against yourself. “come here, you’re doing great.”

embarrassed, melissa lets her forehead fall to your shoulder, and stubbornly shakes her head as your fingers comb through her hair. “you are,” you insist, tugging her back up by the blonde strands.

thankfully, melissa gets the message: kissing you right on the mouth again, your lips move in sync, and your hands run up & down her arms as her breathing grows heavier. soon, melissa’s lips are slick with your saliva, and you really do just want to stay like this forever, let the summer of ‘97 drag on and on so that you can spend the rest of your life right here, under melissa, whose tongue is now involved, too, experimentally moving against your own.

“god,” she says which, ironic, but sure, “i love you.” and while it is not the first time, considering how easily those words slipped out, it still evidently makes melissa nervous, given how quickly she pulls away from there. “uh, i- well-“

“no, i know.” your hand finds her cheek, rubbing circles with the pad of your thumb, not giving melissa time to overthink it. “i love you too.”

“yeah?” she asks, a sheepish look on her face.

“yeah.”

melissa ducks her head, hiding a grin against your neck before starting to press kisses against your skin there, looking up at you as she puts her lips to your bare collarbones. “o-okay.”

“okay?”

melissa shrugs, blushing, “i guess it’s, uhm, nice? hearing you say it?”

once again, you use the hold you have on melissa’s hair to pull her in, so her head is looming over yours and all you have to do is crane your neck to kiss her, barely managing to fit another, mumbled: “i love you,” between kisses.

“okay, okay,” her smile has grown so wide she can hardly kiss you back properly anymore, one hand slipping into your own, resting on the mattress and as you kiss, melissa’s fingers thread with yours, letting you feel the calluses along her palm, cold compared to the heat of the room around you.

one more kiss to the corner of your mouth, then she begins to trail lower, except this time it is without a doubt intentional, a ragged breath falling from your lips as melissa’s mouth passes along your jaw. sliding your free hand up under the ends of her hair, you scratch the back of her neck, pleased when melissa sighs against your skin, “that’s- that’s cheating,” she whispers, “you know i like that.”

humming, you only chuckle when she nuzzles her nose against your pulse point, keeping most of her weight propped on her arm so as not to crush you. it really should not be this rare, for the two of you to be 100% at ease with one another, basking in the warmth that spills in from outside, right along with the sound of the cicadas buzzing away in the bushes behind her house, and how perfect would it be, if all your summer days could be like that?

you try to push realitly the thought away, let yourself at least relish this moment for as long as you have it, when melissa reaches out & uses her fingertip to trace the lines of your face, from your brows down the bridge of your nose. wrinkling it under the featherlight touch, you tilt your head on the pillow. “what?”

“just looking,” she whispers, the pad of her index now at the corner of your mouth. you’re about to open it, say something in return, when suddenly, there’s a noise from downstairs. with the door to melissa’s room shut and locked for good measure, it’s muffled, but a noise all the same, and with it, whatever had been building between you is over in an instant.

in a matter of milliseconds, melissa has jerked upright, the movement so frantic she bumps her head against the wall behind the bed in her hurry to put a normal amount of distance between you. it stings; the lengths she’ll go to to avoid being seen, but you know damn well that this is hardly melissa’s fault. in fact, you’re both better off not being found out.

“fuck!” she curses, rubbing the spot even as she continues to jump off the bed. with her weight no longer pinning you down, you sit up as well, looking after her as melissa scrambles to her feet. that alone, the fact that one single sound can disturb you quite this much, is all the more evidence of how fragile what you have is, to this day.

“mel...?”

not paying you any mind for the time being, she only holds up a finger, signaling for you to be quiet as her chest rises & falls with shallow breaths, listening out for any more signs that you’re no longer alone. “hey,” you push yourself up onto your elbows. “what is it?”

“they’re home,” melissa’s gaze remains glued to the door, having gone wide with panic whilst the rest of her body stays frozen in place. “fuck! t-they weren’t supposed to be home yet!”

“mel, listen, maybe-”

“i checked.” at this rate, she’s mostly talking to herself. “i- i fucking checked before you came over, you know i wouldn’t-” melissa’s hands have started trembling as she fidgets with the books on the sheets to rearrange them into a presentable way that will, hopefully, make her parents buy into the fact that you were truly just studying up here. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“mel.”

she tries fixing her hair, too, simultaneously pulling her shirt back into place over the sliver of stomach peeking out where it had ridden up. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. i’m sorry, this shouldn’t- i should’ve-”

it isn’t often, but this is also far from the first time that you see melissa like this: every time it has happened before, and much like right now, it had something to do with her parents, and your heart breaks a little more, seeing the state just the prospect of being caught (and what consequences would come with it) has your girlfriend in.

“melissa.” finally, she paces close enough to where you’re kneeling on the bed for you to reach out and grab hold of her wrist, her bewildered eyes dropping to where your fingers have wrapped around it, “look at me. i’m gonna check.”

“no-”

“hey, it’s okay,” not wanting more panic to rise, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed & stand to walk to the window. you’re not quite as careless as to just head downstairs, which melissa was seemingly expecting, and instead rise onto your tiptoes to peek past the fan and into the driveway, relief washing over you at what you see (or, rather, what you don’t see) there. turning back to her, you find melissa still frozen in place, eyes fixed on the door. “come here, mel.”

despite the reassuring tone you try to give her, she’s still visibly reluctant, so you opt for outright telling her: “there’s no car.”

“w-what?”

“in the driveway,” you clarify, pointing over your shoulder to the window. “your parents took the car, right? then they can't be back yet.”

that sets melissa into motion, and she rushes past you to check for herself, craning her neck as she looks out into their driveway as well. “oh…” she murmurs. reaching forward, you brush a strand of hair behind her ear & lean in so you can rest your chin on her shoulder, careful not to crowd her now that she’s finally stopped moving. “you’re okay.”

melissa shakes her head, sheepish, albeit the panic not yet having fully subsided. “i think,” she starts, “that was the washing machine.”

“maybe.” you give her hips a gentle squeeze where your hands have settled over the waistband of her shorts, “you’re safe, okay?”

upon hearing that, melissa lowers her head and stares down at her bare feet against the hardwood floor as she whispers: “i’m sorry.”

“hey-”

“i didn't mean to…” she rubs the back of her neck, “…fucking freak out like that.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” shaking your head, you press a kiss to the back of melissa’s shoulder and tighten the hold you have on her, arms wrapped around her middle

“god,” she lets out an awkward laugh, the sound lacking any real humor. “i- i heard that noise and just-” melissas throat bobs when she swallows, the sentence trailing off, unfinished.

slowly, you release her, if only so that you can step around and face melissa. knowing how on edge she must be, and well aware that, in situations like these, it’s always better to be safe than sorry, you ask: “can i hug you?”

rather than a verbal response, melissa only bites her lip & nods, lifting her arms for you to wrap her into a warm embrace. this time around, her chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and she buries her face in the crook of your neck, letting you feel the deep breath she draws in there. “i really thought they were home.”

“i know.”

“i checked, i don’t even know why i…” melissa shrugs, “sometimes i just panic.”

putting your own cheek against the top of her head, you kiss her temple. “it’s okay.”

“it’s embarrassing,” melissa exhales, the air puffing hot against your skin. “it’s all so fucking stupid. you know how my mom is. she’s always…always commenting on how i dress, or act, or-” stepping out of the hug, melissa gestures down at herself like there’s anything wrong with the oversized t-shirt (stolen, without a doubt, from one of her brothers’ drawers, but so what?) and the jorts hanging so low on her hips that the waistband of her boxers peeks out. “just me.”

“you know, the other day, she said no guy is ever gonna look at me twice if i keep making myself look like this.” melissa lets out a bitter laugh, like guys and how they may or may not look at her even matters. to her, it doesnt, but knowing her mother....none of this is new, per se, but you’re getting the sense that she has to let some of it out right now, get it off her chest, and although your heart breaks even more for her when she adds: “she said i’d grow out of it eventually,” you continue to listen until she’s done talking and averts her gaze back to the floor.

“mel, hey,” she still won’t look at you, not until you reach for her, gently cupping her cheek & tilting her face up to yours.“there’s nothing wrong with you. nothing.”

melissa sniffles quietly, perhaps wanting to muffle the sound altogether, considering her lips are drawn into a hard line. “i just- hate being so scared all the time.” she admits.

“i know.” your other hand joins the first, cradling her face. “but there’s nothing wrong with you, you hear me?”

“yeah.” hesitantly, melissa nods.

“none of this is wrong.” you repeat sternly, and with another stroke of your thumb over her cheekbone. although melissa’s eyes well up again at that, she at least dares to hold your gaze before she pulls you in for a hug, seemingly not done with being held yet. you gladly let her, staying exactly where you are, one hand even rubbing across the middle of her back as you wait it out together, letting the shock subside.

only when melissa’s grip eases do you let go, too, wanting her to be the one to step back before you let your arms slip from around her shoulders. “better?”

“a lot,” melissa reaches for your hand, watching as she lets her fingers slot between yours. “so, since they’re not back yet....” she mumbles shyly, “can i, uhm, can i kiss you again?”

the fact that this could very well be one of the last times we ever get bts content of that set….oh i feel sick.

MELISSA HAT ☼ SUMMER MOODBOARD!

-☀️ i feel like all i ask for is mari LMFAO

JACKIE TAYLOR 𑣲 SUMMER MOODBOARD!

» 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.

MISTY QUIGLEY 𖦹 SUMMER MOODBOARD!