#bradleybear

I live for protective Brad, so HEEEEELL YEAH WE CAN !! XX

Her fingers gently running up and down tru his back, the sunscreen leaving a cold sensation. And he hummed in satisfation during his sleep, as she kissed his salty naked shoulders. The sound of the waves, her strokes on his skin smoothly and the warm sun, provinding him the enough confort to relax.

Her eyes landed on the ocean before closing them, inhaling the salt brease and feeling the sun on her skin. Then, she opened her eyes and search for her book inside her tote bag.

As the minutes went by and the sun was higher, it was getting hotter and that made her interupt her reading, close her book and went for a quick dip to cool off. She thought of waking him up and dragging him with her to the water, insisting on the fact that he was very exposed to the sun. But then she remembered how desperate he was a few days ago for this short break to rest and recharge, and that made her take his t-shirt and cover him, at least his legs.

She felt so much better after a short swim. Combing her now wet hair back, she sat by the sea as she always liked to do, leaning back on her arms, just enjoying the golden lines that reflected in the small waves. She smiled seeing two children running by the sea, in their littlr boddies covering with sunscreen and while a poor father got covered with wet sand and a giggling mother filmed the scene.

The little familly's cheerful and contagious moment made her laugh and capture her attention in such way that she didn't even got a change to dodge a very fast ball coming from the other side.

"Perdón...uh I'm so sorry!" A boy crouched down grabbing the ball with one hand and looking at her in pity as she rubbed the outside of her now red thigh in an expression of pain.

Well that is going to leave a mark. She tought.

"It's okay." She said kindly and he friendly smiled. She got ready to get up from the floor but he interrupted her with his hand.

"Here, at least let me help you" The brunette gave his hand to help her up but she politely refused, earning a low grin from the boy. He was enjoying this. And he was enjoying watching her shake the sand out of her legs. "Do you want me to check that?" He leaned in and she turned around, preventing him from looking.

"No-no! It's fine, thanks." Again, she smiled kindly and politely as posible.  

"Are you sure? It's my day off but I'm uh...salvavidas... a lifeguard!" He smirked and winked at her and she cringed. His intire male group watching and whisteling from afar at the interaction. And that made her uncomfortable.

"She said it was fine. So piss off!" Brad's voice made her look back and he stood in front of her with a frowing expression and with his sunglasses on."Oi! Are you deaf? Dejala sola! Andate!" He clicked his tongue and the boy raised his arms showing truce, turning around with the ball at his feet and disappearing running.

She hugged his neck and he turned around. After a sweet peck on his slightly burned nose, that make him look extremely cute, she thanked him and stole his sunglasses.

"I can't even take you to bloody Spain without the worry of guys hitting on you" He hugged her waist and pushed her closer to his warm chest.

"You don't have to worry about that, specially when you just shouted angrily in spanish" She smiled, fingers playing with the small locks on the back of his head. "That was... very hot!" She wiggled her eyebrows funny and he giggled.

"Guess I'm the lucky dude who's about the kiss the... más bonita... and hottest woman in this beach!" He smiled and pecked her salty lips. When they pulled back she looked at his face for a few seconds, smiling and admiring the most adorable, handsome man. "And also, the one who's about to get her wet!" He warned her smirking and quickly lifted her from the floor.

"No no no no, Bradley!" She warned him screaming while her legs kicked the air defeatedly. And he mischievously smiled, running into the ocean with her in his arms. "Please babe" She tried to pout and make the most adorable puppy eyes but he pretended to drop her. "No no!" She held his shoulders harder and he laughed.

"Can I get a kiss then?" He asked and her face lit up. Easy, she tought. Quickly grabing his cheeks and moving his face to kiss him.

Yes, that's actually so true. Giggling sex is the cutest haha. I usually don't do smut stuff but I hope this is okay and doesn't feel weird  💛

Warnings: smut (I tried to write it as much smoothly as possible but if you feel uncomfortable about these stuff or if ure under 18, please don't read).

Monday morning was a lil foggy in Birmingham. The light coming between the curtains badly illuminated the room and when you rolled on your back, you bumped into a slightly awake Bradley, making your lips curve into a lil sleepy smile.

Your sight of him, even in the dark, was pure bliss. Especially in the mornings. His nose was scrunched as he tried to open his eyes. His hair was wild and lots of wild curls covered his forehead. His cheeks were slightly blushed from the duvet's heat. His arms still hugged your waist tightly and his legs were tangled with yours. Your gaze focused on his lashes that blinked a few times embracing the light slowly and when you came into his view, he smiled and pulled you closer to his warm chest.

"Morning, pretty brown eyes". Your voice was weak and he growled when your hand travelled to his hair and brushed it back.

"Morning, love". He answer and straight his legs and arms making the duvet reveal his naked chest. "Bloody shit, we woke up before the alarm." He was facing you, frowning and closed his eyes angrily to try get back to sleep again. You laughed and kissed his cheek as his hands pressed your back into his front. Chests touching and you could almost feel his heart beating soflty.

"That's not a bad thing, babe". You said touching his pouted lips and moved your leg up to hug his waist. Your other hand grabbed his arm softly touching and running circles on the skin.

"Innit?" his eyes remained closed and his lips tried to kiss your fingers but you moved them fast enough. Leaving him sighing. "Tell me more..".

"We just earned ourselves some extra time.. ". You whispered in his ear and he pressed his hips into yours. "Just us two, babe". You could feel him already thru the clothes fabric. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection during the night or maybe it was your raspy voice and warm breath against his ear and neck. He was moving slowly and that made you whimper and giggle at his needy actions. When you started to move your waist in circles very very slowly and making the much needed friction between you two, he opened his eyes lazily and grabbed your hips firmly.

You started to making out lazily. Your lips swollen and your breaths fast. The desire was growing and after a few minutes exchanging touches and lovely sounds, you both pulled back for air, with you foreheads pressed. There wasn't literally any space between your bodies and that made you blush, since you both were only wearing underwear.

"Please, Bradley.." You let out as he worked magic on your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses and love bites. He loved the way his name left your pretty little mouth. How easily and beautifully his name rolled out of your tongue and that was enough to get him completely whipped for you.

"Asking so nicely, princess". He looked right into your eyes. Those piercing brown eyes studying your face grow in pleasure as his hands pulled his shorts down. "You want me to make you feel good, angel?" his hands touched you where you need him the most and you gasp closing your eyes. "Yeah, you do. Look at you so needy and ready for Bradley, eh". That's when he ended the teasing and got into action.

You two moved slowly as the world was brought back to life. A few cars passing by and even the neighbors steps at the apartment above could be heard. Inside, the moans and the bed cracking, revealing the increase of pace that your bodies were moving. This was certainly new, having him from the side lazily, both panting and cursing, as your bodies rushed to follow your high.

The big sleepy grinn's on your blushed faces as the moment reached its end and after the hoarse loud moans that escaped your mouths. You didn't move and you could still feel the pulsing sensation between your legs coming from him.

I think we all need this. Also I hope you’re doing well and staying safe.

Warnings: nothing but pure cuteness.

Your hands on his as you guided him thru the steps into the front door. His voice sounded funnier and curious as he complained about having his eyes covered with a red bandana and his blanked vision.

"Oh, oh, I smell fresh paint!!!" He sniffed and scrunch his nose, almost falling because you forgot to tell him about the last step into the hall. "BABE!! Weren’t you supposed to guide me?" He grabbed your hands firmly as you helping him into the house and closed the door behind you two.

"I am guiding you. If you stop making a lot of questions and interrupt my instructions..." You rolled your eyes and smiled, leading him along the empty hall.

Taking a quick look at his figure your heart melted at the cuteness. He looked extremely handsome with some jeans dungarees and a black sweater under it. Hair a mess and some facial hair that he purposefully forgot to shave that morning. It was sunday and the days were getting darker and colder. You laughed remembering how old that red bandana was, that you found in the back of his car, and the way he use to wear it in his hair every single day, a few years back.

"I need you to dress up really quick and give me your car keys". You said stepping into his house after giving him a small peck on his cheek and making your way into the living room. Him following you with a curious expression. "Oh hi, Ms. Simpson." You smiled widely, noticing his mom on the other side of the room.

"Hmm- first of all how about hello love of my life, i've missed you dearly? Secondly, there's no way i'm letting you drive my precious car". He laughed and fall on the couch, grabbing the tv remoter.

"Hi love, its so nice to see you!" Anne smiled and left the atention on her laptop to look at you. "Good luck on draggin that slug out of my couch, darling." Her sentence made all three laught and after what felt like hours convincing him, you were driving, proudly of course, to the house you and Brad choose to move in together. Your first house.

"Don't roll your eyes at me". He whined and pouted bringing you from your own thoughts.

"How do you know if I rolled my eyes?" You laughed and asked curious.

"I heard it." He tried to controll his laugh and you lightly tapped on his shoulder. "Hey!! Don't hit the blind man!!" He pouted again and you caught his lips with a sweet peck, taking him off guard. “I hope this isn’t some halloween scary shit babe, I know how much you insanely love this spooky season”. He giggled.

"Oh can you just shut up already?". Your hands grabbed the fabric covering his eyes and gently pull the fabric backwards, pushing his hair back in the process.  "There you go." You smiled.

He was looking at you before recognising the space. You were both in the middle of the empty living room. He was about to talk again with his brows furrowing but you grabbed his cheeks and move his face to the side gently, making him look at the other corner of the room. His eyes widen as he recognised the big wooden object placed by the window. He was speachless as he walked in its direction. The object was his old piano, the one he learned how to play when he was younger, in his grandparents house.

"I’ve wasked your father to help me move it". You said as you followed his figure around the room. The light coming from the window gave him a beautiful glow and you swore that his eyes were sparkling. "I think it will look great with the rest of the forniture. We could just leave it here, if you want".

"This was my first piano." He sat on the bench and opened the board covering the keys. "I--" He looked at you with a grin. "Thank you, m’love." You winked and aproach him. You hugged him from behind and placed your chin on his shoulder. “I loved it, (y/n). I love you.” His head moved to the side and kissed your cheek.

You were enjoying the music. In fact, you were enjoying it too much. Perhaps it was the dark orange effect of the sun setting in the distance, or the pool falling into the view of the sea or the two glasses of cuba libres. One thing you knew for sure: that everything mixed gave the rooftop an electrifying vibe.

You had never really liked sunset parties. In your opinion they were too fancy and boring, but when a friend said she was having her birthday party at one, you couldn't refuse. On the positive side: she had rented the space only to the group she invited. Less positive side: there were a lot of people in that balcony. And as it got darker the music got louder and the dance floor got jammed with people.

You were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water and watching the water bubbles emerge, while your boyfriend surfaced. You couldn't help but smile when you saw his hair pulled back and notice his nose a bit sunburned. You could feel the drops of water coming from his hair, as he shooked his head in order to fix it. His hands were placed next to your thighs and he pulled himself upwards flexing his arms. His wet chest tickling yours.

"I think this is mine". He laughed grabbing the bottle placed next to you and took a sip.

"Hey". You pouted receiving a small peck on the nose. “Finders keepers”  You tried to pull him into the pool again but totally failing and earning a light giggle from him.

"Enough alcohol for you, beautiful" He sat beside you on the edge. "I'll get us something to drink" He informed you and got up.

"Oh Brad?" You called him and he quickly turned. "Bring me your t-shirt, I'm bloody cold" You asked pouting again and that made him crouched down and gave you a soft peck on your lips.

 "Wait here babe, two minutes, don't leave"  You nodded and watch him disapear still a bit wet and half naked, into the sea of people.

Returning your atention to the pool you watched as people danced, chatted or drank with their friends. Being to cold, made you get a towel and wrap it around your shoulders. 

"Nice colour". A male voice made you stop thinking about where was your friend who you didn't saw since the party started. 

The boy was pretty. He had dark brown eyes and his hair was perfectly trim short with a few curls on the top, so much shorter than Brad's. His face was thin and that jaw could cut paper. He was referring to the color of your bikini and that made you slightly blush, because his words made you think about the reaction your boyfriend had, early in the day.

"Thanks". You managed to say. You thought about using short and emotionless answers. That way he might realize you weren't interested and leave you alone, waiting for your boyfriend with those goddamm drinks.

The boy took the opportunity to sit beside you and you cursed yourself mentally for not going to the bar with Brad.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He offered you his hand to shake and you took it politely, introducing yourself too. 

You could feel his eyes on your body as he kept talking about the party and the music, that made you cover yourself more with the towel and listen silently. Everytime he attempted to get closer to you, you moved a few inches from him. He wasn't getting it. Maybe the alcohol in his senses or maybe he was that dumb. 

"Wanna go dance?!" He suggested with a big smille and grabbed your arm softly trying to get you up from the floor. "Come on, beautiful." That nickname coming from that mouth made you nauseous.

"Hmm..n-no. I'm..n-" Your mind was still confused from his bold actions. 

"Please don't touch her" A well known voice spoke behind you two making you close your eyes in relief. Finally you thought to yourself.

"Piss off dude." The boy talked again, this time angry that someone was blocking his moves. He ignored Brad and looked at you. "Can ya’ believe this cock blocker?" He laughted placing one hand on your back but you stayed still. After all he was really that silly.

"I said.." Brad came closer. "Don't fucking touch her." You got the chance to look at him. He settled the drinks at a table and got closer to you two, holding his black tshirt in one hand and on the other making a fist. 

You could tell that he was mad. His voice was deep. His eyes were wide and dark, the moon gave them a beautiful colour. As you try to move away from Tom, you looked at Brad worrying about his thoughts and his next moves. That made you stand up and went straight to his arms. 

Brad kissed your head and asked you if you were okay. You whispered an yes and you felt him relax a bit. He opened the shirt and pulled it over your head, helping you with your arms and letting it fall just a little below your tighs. The dry sensation and the smell of his perfum made you smile and get comfortable.

Your arms hugged his neck as he held you tightly around the waist, and you kissed gently, while a Spanish song played in the background.

The kiss quickly became hotter and more desperate, as both savored each other's lips. But this kiss was different, frantic and possessive, nothing he had ever given you before. He was jealous and he was making it clear that you were his. He was marking territory and making a statement, while the other silly boy remained at the foot of the pool with an understanding expression. In the middle of the kiss, you felt him pressing you into his chest and the sudden contact made you whimper, making him smirk between the kiss.

The moment seemed to last for long minutes and when you finally pulled away, both were breathing hard and with a silly smile on your faces. You remained attached to him still recovering, and he glanced at the boy, who was still watching you two closely. He was looking very uncomfortable with Brad's piercing eyes and he finally prepared to leave the place before Brad called him.