#sub!shauna

Oh, god. Shauna stood there in front of you, wearing your worn-out Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Time had taken its toll on it; the letters nearly faded beyond recognition. Yet, there was something so comforting about the shirt's soft fabric against Shauna’s skin.

The shirt was a sign of the timeline of love you’d spent together, a reminder of countless memories shared between Shauna and you. Despite its worn-out faded state, it remained one of your favorites, and it looked damn good on her.

You can’t stop.

Your eyes roamed down her body, glancing at the shirt that seemed to hang just right on her shoulders, the collar loose enough to expose a hint of her collarbone. Your mind wandered, imagining what she might or might not be wearing beneath the shirt, the thought alone driving you crazy.

You shook yourself internally, trying to focus on the conversation you and Shauna were having, but your gaze always drifted back to her.

Your heart raced as Shauna moved closer to you, her hand threading through your hair. The feel of her fingertips against your scalp sent a shiver down your spine, and you found it increasingly difficult to think clearly. “Y/N?”

"Uh, yeah," You managed to stutter out, struggling to keep your gaze from drifting down to her thighs, exposed by the short hem of your shirt she was wearing.

She continued to run her fingers through your hair, her touch sending spark through your body. Your gaze kept drifting to her legs, clad in just the shirt and… god all you wanted was to touch her. The thought of it was enough to make your mind spin, and you struggled to stay focused on the conversation.

Shauna's soft voice danced along your ear, her words sending a shiver down your spine, "You're quite the silent one, aren't you? Something on your mind?" Her warm breath lingered against the sensitive skin of your neck, as her body leaned in closer to yours.