5SOS Imagine's

Nerds arent Always 'Good'. Ashton Smut)

A/N: this was written the day ashton brought back the glasses. Bless that day. There is a bit of a plot twist in this one, but I'm damn proud of this plot twist. -evil grin-

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"So in order to get the frequency you have to multiply it by the period and the...."

"Amplitude." Ashton reassured you.

"Amplitude.... Can we take a break ash? All this physics take is just, ugh, just killing my brain right now." You sighed pushing the text book off of your lap and listened to the heavy sound of the hard book hitting the ground. You smiled at the sound, no more physics for the night.

"Really? Did you need to do that?" Ashton asked smiling at you. You smiled and giggled as you fell backwards onto the bed. Ashton and you have been friends for 6 years, and it's your last year in high school before you both go your separate ways for college. You were going to New York for dance and he was going to go travel to England just for fun with a few friends of his.

"You know, we only have a few more months together before we graduate..." You mentioned as you rested on your belly side, chin resting on your hands, looking up at Ash as he walked around his room.

"Yeah? Yeah, we do and I don't know what I'd do without seeing your pretty face everyday." He smiled at you.

"What do you mean?" You giggled.

"N-nothing.... Don't worry about it." He said as he say down on the edge of the bed, head hanging low, looking down at his hands.

"Ash?" You asked getting on your knees now. He didn't turn his head, instead his shoulders sunk lower. You got closer to him and placed your hands on his shoulders and applied light pressure to them.

"Ash? Babe?" You asked again, causing his head to turn at the little nickname.

"What did you call me?" He asked quietly.

"B-babe..." You confessed. What if his feelings weren't mutual.

"Why did you call me that?" He asked facing you fully.

"I-I don't know... It slipped out really." You said nervously.

"Well I like it." He confessed, cheeks turning red. Yours probably doing the same thing.

"A-ash..?" You asked softly and shaky, his eyes on yours as he took your hands in his, just as he turned around to face you.

"I r-really like you and have been for the last few years and I don't know how you feel towards me, I mean I hope you like me back and if you don't then that's fine. I can just leave now then because then it would be awkward and I don't wa-" Ashton silenced your jumble of words with a kiss. His lips felt soft and you wanted more of him. His hands stayed in yours, but you wanted his large hands to explore your small fragile like body so badly, that it almost hurt. You took his hands in yours and led them up under your shirt. Ashton pulled away, breathless, eyes on fire with lust, glasses covered in a little fog.

"Are you sure?" He asked, you nodded in agreement and grabbed his neck to pull you back to his lips. His lips met yours and locked with them. His large hands continued to explore your body and finally was sick of the lack of closeness. His left hand went to your back and his right to your thigh and he pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and gridded your hips to his. He threw his head back slightly and groaned out in frustration. He took ahold of your thighs and stood up. He walked over towards the top of his bed. He sat down right next to his pillows.

"Strip." He said in a dark tone almost. You got off of him and began to take off you clothing just as he did too. You've seen him without a shirt so many times, but something was different about this time. The way his hair fell in front of his glasses as he was concentrating on unbuttoning his pants was kind of cute. You noticed he was struggling so you took a step towards him and dropped your hands up his thighs. You both locked eyes and you smirked at him. You met his hands at the top of his pants and undid them yourself.