This contains slight smut lol
ALL Creds to : band-blurbs
You sit in your dorm, very aware that your roommate is out for the night. She said she really wasn't in the mood to stay with you, having plans with a group of boys. You were pretty sure it was the ones that sang in a band or something, but pushed the thoughts away. It had been a while since you went out anywhere, but you honestly needed to study. Sure, it was the weekend, but there was no way you were going to fail your test next week. It was a big chunk of your grade, and honestly you needed the grade to be good. You'd been slacking somewhat since you got to college, but it was time to bring your low B's to A's before the quarter ended. Of course, your parents would have expected more, but you were trying your hardest. Well, now you were anyways.
Taking a deep breath, you figured that breaking the study session to get a drink from your mini-fridge was fine, quickly getting up to retrieve a drink. There was Gatorade or water, your choice being the flavored one. Without hesitation you opened the drink, heading back to the bed and sitting down. Taking a sip of the drink, you hurried to close the lid, looking back over your flash cards. So much was going on now and you just wanted to have your thoughts back on the things you needed to learn for your science class. But once again you were interrupted with the sounds of someone knocking on your door. Groaning quietly, you got up, walking over to the entrance of your dorm. Of course, you figured it was your roommate having forgotten her key as she usually had in the past. You never thought to inquire if she had the item before her disappearance, but it was never something that you really should worry about. Sure, you liked your roommate enough, but at the same time it was kind of annoying that she would act the way she did. So careless.
But you shook off the thoughts, opening the door to be greeted by a much different person than your thoughts had imagined. Glancing up, your gaze met hazel eyes. The boy in front of you looked somewhat familiar, and then you remembered that it was the boy your roommate knew. He was in the band, and if you weren't mistaken he played the drums. But you were confused. It couldn't be that late right? Looking over your shoulder, you saw that it was nearly midnight, your brain slowly beginning to stop working with the idea as to how time had gotten away from your. Your roommate even left at seven-thirty, giving you four and a half hours to do nothing but study. Though you shook off the thoughts, remembering that there was a boy in front of you, a slight smirk gracing his features.
"Ashton, right?" you questioned, hoping that was his name and that this wasn't Michael or Luke or Calum, because that would be entirely embarrassing. "You play drums?"
"Yeah," he answered. Hopefully he answered both questions with the one word response.
"If you're looking for y/f/n she isn't here," you told him, grasping the door and getting ready to shut it. "She hasn't come back here."
"Well it's a good thing I'm not looking for her then, now isn't it?"
You were bemused by the words he had uttered, hazel eyes having slightly dilated. It was odd to think that he was speaking the way he was, your thoughts unable to piece together his mischievous tone and what he wanted. If he wasn't looking for Y/f/n, then what could he want? You recalled the few times she talked about how she and Ashton had slept together, but you honestly weren't sure what he would want right now.
"Ashton, I'm studying," you told him, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. "Can I help you with something? I honestly need to finish."
He gave you an odd glance, a look in his eyes you'd only seen a few times. But not just in him, in other guys too. One's that you'd been with sexually. But then again you'd never had sex. The furthest you went with a guy was giving someone oral, and aside from that, you really had no clue as to what you were doing.
"You could help me with this hard on," he told you, your eyes widening.
"I'm really not -"
But before you could finish the sentence, his lips were on yours. Large hands held onto your waist, and you heard the door slam shut, Ashton pulling away slightly. He never actually left your skin though, his lips continuously connecting to your jaw. Truly, you had no clue where this side of him had been. You'd gone out with Tamra a few weeks ago, and Ashton hadn't even glanced at you. But now here he was, trying to get a sexual rise out of you.
"Stop, what are you doing?" you breathed, somewhat angry, while another half of you didn't want him to stop. "Ashton, I'm studying."
"Study me," he whispered, his voice incredibly low.
