Simping over Bradley Bear♡

Dating a Latina was something that didn’t cross Brad’s mind. Some fans say he was made for the latinas and latinas only, and he find it funny really, and he did try to learn Spanish on his own to get their hispanic fans, make them feel special perhaps, but he didn’t make it past a basic level, he couldn’t even form a short sentence.

All that changed when he met you.

After a few months dating, he was determined to learn Spanish, not because of your family, because you moved to UK very early in your teenage years, both you and your family could speak English really well, but because you once mentioned that a non Spanish speaker talking Spanish was funny in some way. And because you swore Spanish words hit different when they’re coming from a lover. He was obviously your lover, so why not giving it a try?

“Mamacita,” He said walking into your balcony where you sat on the floor watering your plants.

“Hey- what did you just say?” You turned your head to him, the words he said sinking in.

“Mamacita,” he smiled proudly. He squatted beside you, leaning to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. “What?”

“Not that it bothers me or anything but since when do you speak Spanish? Or know some words other than hola?” You asked. He loved your culture as much as you did, due to this, you’re not really surprised that he is learning Spanish. You just didn’t expect it now.

“I’ve been practicing,” he says, you raised an eyebrow. “That’s actually the only word I know so far. Spanish is really hard to learn,”

“Huh, suspicious,” you replied. “Got any hot Latina you wanna impress?” You stood up from your spot, he did the same.

“Maybe,” he smirked down, his hands cupping your face, ghosting your lips. “Is it working?”

“Un poquito,” [a little bit] you answered, kissing him softly. “Puedes repetir esa palabra?” [can you repeat that word?]

“Mamacita,” he repeated and you bite down your lips.

“Got me all giggly inside, not gonna lie,”

“Mission accomplished then,”

He didn’t have a reason to be out here tonight. There was nothing to celebrate, his band was taking a break, his solo career was also on a break, sort of, his family and friends were back home… lets just say he was on some kind of shirt vacation slash holiday. He was obviously still in town, he could’ve invited his friend but for some reason he couldn’t. So he was just here, alone.

Not entirely alone tho.

For the past hour he’s been flirting with a brunette woman, some dirty comments here and there, drinks in and out, but he was still conscious enough to know what he was doing, and what he wanted to do next. He hasn’t lost his mind yet, and the girl he was talking to hasn’t either.

He didn’t remember her name, maybe it was bad but she didn’t seem to care when they were in the ride back to his apartment. Her lips were all over his neck as he drove, a dangerous thing to do but they didn’t exactly care.

What happened next was pretty much messy, in all the sense you can imagine, it was a long night of sex. He lost it after the second time, he didn’t seem to have control over what he was doing. Although the girl was beautiful and definitely knew what she was doing, something was missing.

Maybe it was the way she rode him, with her hands on his shoulders, her tits jumping up and down as his head was dropped back, his hands were guiding her hips, guiding her movements. It was amazingly good, he can’t denied it. Maybe it was the way he fucked her against the mattress, hands holding the headboard as he pushed into her. She was a moaning mess, he was too. Or maybe it was the emptiness he felt after he came, their third orgasm of the night, he felt over the clouds, yes, but he still felt empty.

When the morning came, he knew he hadn’t slept for long, he could feel the tiredness in his body, and he had a terrible hangover. Luckily for him, the girl had already left, she left her number which he would not use. As bad as it sounds, he didn’t want to see her again, it was a one night stand, of course it could be just casual sex but after taking that cold shower in the morning, he realized something he’s been somehow trying to figure out for months now.

He was driving to your house, his hangover was still there but after having breakfast and a cold shower he felt better. You were the only person he wanted to talk to right now. He needed to talk to you.

“Hey you, come in,” you smiled at him as soon as you saw him at your door after he knocked for a few seconds. He knew you have just gotten out of the shower, he knew all too well that after shower scent of you. “How you doing? Want some breakfast? I was about to have some,”

“No, it’s alright,” he followed you to your kitchen where there was an avocado toast waiting for you. “Sorry for coming without telling you, I just- needed to talk to you,” he said as he sat down in front of you.

“Sure, what’s up?” You began to eat your food waiting for your friend to tell you whatever he wanted to tell you.

“So I went out last night,” he started, nervousness filling his body.

“Uh, it’s been a while since you’ve done that. Got a hot chick?” You joked but regretted making your comment because it seemed he didn’t find it funny. “Did something happen?”

“Uh- I don’t want this to sound the wrong way but I don’t think there’s a better way to say it,” he said and you knew that whatever he was about to say was serious. “We had a great night, I’m not going to lie about it but after it was over, I don’t know it felt different, as if something was missing,” he explained and you nodded understanding.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. You wished it wasn’t just a casual thing?” You asked and he nodded. “Are you gonna call her and ask her out?”

“Um, no,” he says and you frown. “I realized I have feelings for someone else, I’m still confused about it but I know those feelings are there,” he said and you started think who could he have feelings for. Your friend group was quite reduced, small, you knew everyone, but you couldn’t think of someone that was interested in him.

“Please tell me you didn’t say whatever her name is while you were having sex with this girl,” you said with a disgusting face. It was bad enough he was having sex with someone while thinking of someone else.

“No, God no. That’s not what happened. God why is this so hard to say?” He mumbles to himself. You could tell he was having a hard time trying to get those things out, he’s never been the type to talk about his feelings so openly.

“Take your time, B. Want some tea? It might help clear your mind a bit,” you said getting up from your seat. “I can tell you’re still hangover so why not-”

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said making you stop your movements. You looked up at him surprised, it was definitely not what you were expecting him to say. “That’s what I meant when I said I didn’t want this to come out the wrong way, it’s kind of disrespectful to say it after I just had sex with a total stranger but God, I can’t ignore this. And- and I know it might be the alcohol in my blood speaking, and I know this is definitely a bad timing but I can’t shake this feeling out of my body. While I was showering this morning I couldn’t stop thinking of you, and it felt as if I have cheated on you, and I didn’t like that feeling at all,”

You were stood dumbfounded, frozen in your spot, heart racing, maybe a little flustered. You were definitely not expecting him to come over and say this to you.

“I-I- I don’t-,” you tried to speak but your mind was blown by his sudden confession.

“You don’t have to say anything. We can go on a date, talk about this means for us, no rush,” he stood up from his seat, came over you and left a soft kiss on your forehead. “Text me or call me when you have your answer, whatever it is,” he then kissed your cheek and left.

It wasn’t until you heard the front door closing that you blinked away your shock. All kind of questions were going through your head right now. To say you were not expecting this was an understatement, you were expecting to see the person you considered your best friend come over on a Saturday morning and basically confess his feelings for you.

“Hey, mate, are you free this Friday?” James asked Brad who was busy playing guitar at the studio.

It’s a little bit past midnight, they were all gathered together at the studio with hopes of working on some music for the fans, and whatnot have some gossip. The whole idea to get together was to get Brad out of his apartment, he just went through a messy break up, and he is gutted.

The boys thought it will be a good idea to get him out of those four walls, and help him distract himself with music, and friends, it was a simple plan. They’ve been going to the studio for a few days now, some new tunes are coming into place but Brad is still a little bit down, which is why James took matters into his own hands and set him up for a date.

“Uh, yeah?” Brad replied still playing with the guitar but with his eyes on his friend now. “Why you asking?”

“Oh, great! You got yourself a date, I’ll text you the details,”

“I’m sorry, what?” Brad asked leaving his beloved guitar to the side.

“A. Date. On Friday,” James replied texting someone on his phone. “You have no choice here, you’re going out on Friday,”

There was not room for argument. James was determined to set him up with someone, he knew it was not the best idea given that it’s only been a few months after the break up, but maybe, just maybe, this time it will be different.

Friday came quickly. Brad has just parked his car outside of this not so fancy restaurant in downtown London. The only info he has on this date was your name and your photo, which hopefully would do justice to how you look in person, he didn’t want to be catfished by his own friend who set him up in the first place. And he also knew you were a close friend of James and his wife.

When he entered the restaurant, he immediately started to look for you in the small crowd. Then he found you and he didn’t need to double check the photo on his phone, he knew that the absolute beauty that was sitting by the window was you.

He approached your table, and found you mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram, he cleared his throat, and you looked up scared as if you were caught doing something wrong.

“Uh, hi, Brad?” You asked standing on your feet.

“Yes, hi, Y/n, right?” You nodded and smiled at him for the first time.

It was awkward at first, but the date went smoothly. You were definitely not what he was expecting, but you were even better. It wasn’t love at first sight but he felt different with you. Although he couldn’t tell if you felt the same way, because ever since he sat down, he’s been shamelessly flirting with you, and you’re either not interested or way too oblivious to his words, that you were not flirting back.

It wasn’t his intention to say it out loud, he was meant to keep it in, but the fact you were not reciprocating his flirting was seriously making him think James forced you to be here and you were just being nice.

“Next week I’m, hopefully, getting my drivers license. I need-,” you were saying at you cleaned your mouth after eating.

“You don’t need a drivers license to ride me,” he blurted out. He definitely didn’t want to sound desperate but your reaction told him everything he needed to know.

It wasn’t weird to your husband’s employees to see you walk in on a Friday right before lunchtime. You do so almost every Friday; have lunch with your husband, wait two hours max for him, and then come home to spend the weekend at home or somewhere in the countryside.

Brad was always happy to welcome you, however, today has not been one of those days where he is happy to welcome you in his office, or anyone else for that matter. Which is why, despite being well known, his secretary thought twice before she let you pass to his office, at least, not before giving you a warning.

“Hey,” you said as you walked into his office, closing the wooden door behind you. You walked towards his desk, left your purse on one of the chairs. “What happened?” You asked, walking towards him now. You grabbed his chair and slightly twirled it around to face you, he welcomed you on his lap.

“Stupid people, doing stupid things,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“What I can I do to help?” You whispered leaning to kiss his lips, dangerously slow. “Mhm?” You hummed, taking his hand guiding it to the skirt of your dress. He understood what you were doing and softly slides both of his hands towards the side of your thighs.

“Get on the desk,” he told you with that authority he only uses with his employees, you were surprised but you happily obliged.

You closed his laptop, and moved some papers aside before sitting on top of the desk with your legs wide open for him. He didn’t waste a second on sliding your underwear down your legs, leaving your wet folds completely exposed.

He groaned, unbuckling his belt, followed by his dress pants and then his boxers. You grabbed him by his tie crashing your lips against his, in a desperate kiss. You moaned on his mouth, hands gripping his hair while he moved you to the edge of the desk where his dick was already waiting for you.

He thrust into your pussy with no mercy, you gasped instantly covering your mouth with your hands, but eventually you set yourself “free”. You didn’t care who was on the other side of the door, or who could hear. This was your husband’s company, you could do whatever you pleased.

“Oh my god, yes, baby!” You moaned throwing your head back as Brad pushed his hips hard against yours. “You fuck me so good,” you whimpered bringing his mouth to yours in a oh so needed kiss.

“You feel so fucking good, darling,” he moaned, he moves his big hands to your ass, gripping and squeezing yours cheeks. The action made you squeeze your lower lips, which only meant you were so close of reaching the orgasm. “Wanna come?” He asked and you grinned your hips against his movements in response. “Come for me, darling,”

“Oh god,” you gasp throwing your head back as your back ache to the front, legs shaking and toes curling, hands holding onto your husband’s shoulder for support as you come undone.

He knew something was wrong the moment you hung up the phone without saying goodbye. It was not usual of you, you always said goodbye, it was routine; he would wait for you to get home after work, he would call you, talk about your day, have dinner together over the phone, and say goodnight. But all you did tonight was say "Everything's fine, I'm tired".

He didn't waste another minute at his place and drove to yours. He was met with your apartment in darkness, he opened the door with his spare key, turned on the lights he saw everything was nice and clean. He called out for you, no response, he walked towards where your room was, and the sight broke his heart.

He found you in your bed, fetal position, he could hear you subbing and sniffing, he said nothing and simply took off his shoes. He got in bed and brought you to his arms, where you automatically vented and cried.

He didn't know what happened, he didn't know what was wrong. All he knew was that he was there for you, he would not leave you alone, and he would hold you as tight as possible, as close to his heart as he could.

“I'm right here, baby,” he whispered, leaving a tender kiss on your tear-stained cheek. “I'm right here,”

You were nice to his friends, no exception. You were nice to them because you didn't have a reason not to be, that's how you were raised. So it came to be a surprise when one night, while you were out with Brad and some of his friends, two of them thought it was okay to say shit to you.

It was supposed to be a nice and cool night. You were supposed to have some fun, get to know a bit more about your boyfriend's circle, that was all. Assisting you meant no harm, really, but clearly, the two girls in front of you thought differently than you.

Brad went to get you something to drink when they basically snapped at you.

“I don't get how he's dating you,” one of them said. “Do you even have something in common?” she asked.

“Yeah,” the other one agreed. “You do nothing here, you don't sing, you don't dance, I'm sure you don't even know how to play an instrument, you're not part of any sort of management or label, and yet here you are,”

“Like what's your talent? Type in a computer from 8 to 5?” they both laughed out loud, and you chew your lips, unable to even say anything.

“That is none of your business,” Brad said coming up behind them, he heard every word they said. “Grow up,” he said standing in front of you. “Just because she's not a singer or involved in the industry doesn't mean I can't date her. She's very much a smart girl, and has many other talents than you two have combined,”

“Yeah, sure,” one said sarcastically.

“Get the fuck out of my sight,” they both roll their eyes and turned around, Brad turns to you giving you your drink. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you smiled at him.