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Friends With Benefits

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Ashton: sighing angrily, you pull a box of old pens and pencils down from the shelf in the supply closet. You shouldn't be in this detention cleaning the classroom right now - you should be outside enjoying the sun. But, thanks to Ashton, here you are. The curly haired boy startles you when he yanks open the door and joins you in the small space, the door falling shut behind him.
"What're you doing?" You ask him in an annoyed tone, conscious of what little space there is between you.
"Just thought I'd come see you." He replies with a smirk and a chuckle. Being this close to him makes you notice how nice his eyes are and how perfect his jawline is. Damn.
"Well I don't want to see you. Get out." You huff indignantly, attempting to turn around. The close quarters causes you to accidentally rub against him, making him wolf whistle and you blush.
"Ooh [Y/N]!" He chuckles. "Forward! I like it." His large hands grip your waist, and you try desperately to ignore the feeling it gives you. Embarrassed, you pull away and push your entire body into the wall, making him laugh.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, [Y/N]. I'd want me too." He states, his voice full of confidence. You can't deny that you want him - no matter how much you hate him.
"Fuck off, Ashton." You snap, turning back to him. His face is so close to yours. You back into the wall in an attempt to put some space between you, but he steps closer to you, pressing your bodies together. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can't take your eyes away from his perfect lips.
"Admit that you want me, [Y/N]." He whispers demandingly. You know that you're not going to be able to lie to him - he would see straight through it.
"I- I..." you mumble. His gaze is too intense - it's making you feel weak.
He catches your lips with his, and soon his tongue slips into your mouth. Your heart his racing, and your entire body feels like it's on fire. Ashton grips your thighs and pulls them up around his waist, removing the little space there was left between you.
Feeling bold, you slide your hands into his hair, fisting his curls. A throaty moan escapes Ashton, followed by a grunt of approval. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you slip your hand between your bodies and start fumbling with the button on his jeans. His kisses become more urgent and passionate as he realises what you're doing, and it makes you want this even more. You pull back from his lips to speak, your breathes coming out uneven and ragged.
"Just this once, Irwin."

Calum: there's no way that this is actually happening. It isn't fair. "Can't you find someone else to tutor him? Please?" You beg your teacher desperately. She shakes her head, an apologetic look covering her features.
"You're the best in the class, [Y/N]. I know you two don't get on very well, but I don't have a choice. I'm sorry."
Two hours later your new student approaches you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Calum." You mutter, meeting his eyes as he smirks at you.
"I'm guessing she's already told you then," he comments, his voice sounding vaguely amused.
"Yes. Just be at mine for seven, okay?"
He raises his eyebrows suggestively, but the glare you give him makes him back down. "Okay, it's a date," he grins, winking at you. You want to murder the butterflies that are swarming in your stomach - it is definitely not okay to be attracted to him. You need to sort yourself out, now.

Calum steps inside your house and immediately makes himself welcome, having a little wander around before making himself comfortable on the sofa. "Where are your parents?" He asks.
"Out of town," you reply, sitting down at the other end of the sofa.
He shuffles closer to you almost instantly, much to your annoyance. You're trying your best to keep your distance.
"Hey, [Y/N]?" Calum says. You turn your head to face him, only for him to urgently press his lips to yours.
"W-what the hell?" You exclaim after a minute, not allowing yourself to get too caught up in it.
He blushes slightly, but otherwise manages to keep his cool.
"You have no idea how much I want you." He states, licking his lips. You can't deny that you think he's attractive - but surely this isn't a good idea.
But his lips are so inviting and you're desperate to taste them again. So, instead of overthinking it you lean back in at reattach your lips. He pulls you closer, and you move to straddle him. His fingers slide up your shirt, burning everywhere they touch. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you raise your eyebrows at him as you easily pull his shirt over his head. He groans as you trace your fingers over his toned chest, his head falling back in pleasure. His mouth moves to the corner of your lips, leaving kisses down your jaw until he reaches the sensitive skin at the bottom of your neck. He flicks his tongue over the skin before sucking on it, making your knees weaken.
You'd barely even realised you were fiddling with the button on his jeans until he meets your eyes, silently asking if this was okay. You smirk at him, planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"This is only happening once, okay?"