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3am

I find myself out Shawn's apartment, he's only here for tonight before leaving back to Canada. Before I know it, my hand is banging on the door... please don't let a girl open the door please please please. I shut my eyes and put my head against the wall as I begin to regret everything, "Fuck," I mutter, lifting myself from the cold surface and turning to walk away when I hear the door open.

"Y/n?" He sticks his head out the door with his eyes barely open, I continue to walk.

"I leave," I laugh at my slurred words, bumping into the walls.

"Where the hell are you going?" He yells weakly, I point to the doors and about to reach for the knob to the stairs when my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled back.

"Shawn I don't mean to-" I clear my throat, "I didn't mean to come here, I wanted to come maybe later. I'm sure you could make me cum," I joke, he pulls me into his room without a sense of humor.

"Go drink some water y/n," He demands, I scoff as he closes the door.

"You can't tell me what to do anymore, Shawn!" I protest, I walk to the couch and plop onto it.

"I can when you show up to my house at 3 in the fucking morning, get your little ass up," He shakes my body, I groan.

"Okay," I lift my ass up in the air and look over at him with a smirk on my lips. He stares at me, unfazed, I roll my eyes and flip back onto the couch. He walks to the kitchen and I take the opportunity to scatter, I scurry to the door and open it when its shut by Shawn who stands behind me with a cup in his other hand. He locks it and turns me around, his breath hitting my face as he puts the cup to my chest, I look up at him through my lashes and grab it, drinking from it slowly, not breaking eye contact until he turns and strides back to the couch where I finally stumble back to. I leave the half full cup on the table and sit on the couch across of him.

"It's three in the morning y/n," His hand is against his head, I examine his shirtless body without a word.

"It is three in the morning, Shawn," I nod and smile sarcastically, he shakes his head and looks off at his window. I put my head back to try to keep my thoughts strayed and hold my tongue, I reach for the cup but tell myself I need the drunk confidence. My head bobs back down as I begin to crave him, my head and thoughts clouded by old memories of him on top of me, an-

"Drink the rest of the water," He drags me out of my head and I stare at him with hunger, I cross my leg over the other and shift.

"No," My hand mimics his own, I make eye contact with him and begin to see his demeanor change.

"Quit with the ignorant shit," He leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees, I smirk and tilt my head as he shakes his head, "fuck y/n WOULD YOU QUIT!?" He yells, finally at his breaking point, I grin under my hand.

"What? What am I doing Shawn?" He runs his hand through his hair.

"Why are you here god damnit!?" Slamming his hand down on his chair, I don't flinch but instead stand up and walk over to him, Shawn gulps. I stand in front of him before just sitting crisscross on the floor in front of him, my hand on his knee.

"Because I missed you," I tell him honestly with a sigh, I draw circles on his knee and my hand under my chin. He sighs along with me, I look at him, "Sorry?" I shrug, not knowing what to say other than that, he rolls his eyes.

"Why are you sorry y/n?" I hum and shrug, my hand rubs along his sweatpants, his eyes glancing down but not moving my hand.

"I'm sorry," the words linger loosely in the air, "I'm sorry i came to your house without asking," I beginning to sit up slowly, keeping on my knees but going in between Shawn's legs, "I'm sorry I came here to see you, I'm sorry," my hand goes higher up until I feel a growing buldge tucked under his boxers, "I'm sorry for being a bit of a bitch," hes at a loss for words. I cant take it anymore, I crawl on top of him, straddling him and grabbing his face to my own.