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hey could you write shy nerdy lashton making out with you and maybe feeling frisky

I DIDN'T NOTICE YOU WROTE LASHTON TIL AFTER I FINISHED IT FML

"Thank you for meeting me here," you said, smiling at the lanky boy who was pushing his glasses up the bridge of his slim nose. "I really have no clue about maths." he smirked at you as he placed his folders on the table. You were at Starbucks, and you’d chosen a secluded table. There were two cups on the table, you’d bought him one hoping he liked caramel.

"No problem, y/n." he smiled back, a little awkward.

You talked about calculus for a while, he tried to explain limits and you tried not to vomit. The stress of school was really getting to you, and when he’d explained it three different ways in a really patient tone, you started to cry.

"Wha- what’s wrong?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, wringing his hands, not sure as to whether he should use them to comfort you or not.

"I’m sorry, Ashton." you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks, "School just stresses me out. It’s like, my whole future is riding on these exams, you know? And I don’t get it!" you felt like you might break down again.

"C’mon, y/n." he said, leading you out of the Starbucks by the hand, "We’re taking a break." he brought you to his car and motioned for you to get in. Once inside, you acted like you weren’t super confused by what was going on. He pulled out of the parking lot as Jesus of Suburbia started to play through the speakers.

You turned up the music and pretended you didn’t notice his eyebrow cock up when you started singing along. He pulled down a quiet road, then onto another one, and soon enough he’d pulled into a vast field of green and flowers, all surrounding a quaint little swamp. He pressed rewind so the song would play again and you smiled at him, wiping your cheeks again for good measure. “This is a lot better than studying.” you noted, taking in the view. “I’ve never seen this place before. It’s so pretty.” you smiled, your mind being carried away from all your stress about school.

"You’re so pretty." he said, not looking at you, just staring intensely at his steering wheel. You turned toward him, and looked at him. Really looked at him. He was an attractive guy, curls sprouting from his head and falling down his forehead, and despite the pink creeping up from his neck to his cheeks, he was cute as hell. You decided to go for it.

You reached up to his face and turned it toward you with one hand on his cheek. You took his glasses off and placed them on the dashboard. You could practically see his heart beating through his chest. You grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss. He immediately responded, his hands grabbing at your waist and lifting you easily out of your seat and onto his lap.

Your butt honked the horn and you both just giggled it off as he reclined his seat the smallest bit. His hands came behind you to cup your ass and bring your centers together. He grinded up onto you as you deepened the kiss. The song came to an end as his hands ran through your hair and the mood was completely, utterly, totally ruined as the words, “IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE AND I’VE ONLY WRAPPED TWO FUCKING PRESENTS CHRISTMAS EVE AND I’VE ONLY WRAPPED TWO FUCKING PRESENTS AND I HATE HATE HATE YOUR GUTS HATE HATE HATE YOUR GUYS” came through the speakers.

"Fucking mixtape." he sighed, sounding exasperated.

"We should go back to studying." you said, leaning so that your face was mere centimeters away from his. "You help me understand maths, and I’ll take care of that thing in your pants… what might it be? A roll of dimes, perhaps."

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