Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

How can i hate someone so much, yet love them even more?

"How can I hate someone so much, yet love them even more?" - Prompt #4.

But just freaking imagine that Brad had caught up in social medias of photos of him having condoms on his pockets or buying condoms in stored. Omg, i didn't sound too lucious, am i? But this is you and him texting about it :) Fun to read, enjoy x.

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(Missus.... Explain.)

B: Why are you sending me photos of my bum?

Y: Look what's in the red circle, doofus.

B: I don't see anything.

Y: Are you bloody blind?

B: No. Are you seeing things?

Y: No. How can you not see that?

B: I don't know what I'm trying to see.

-All I can see is my bum.

Y: There's a condom in your pocket.

B: So?

Y: You never told me you had a condom in your pocket.

-You went to a movie premiere with a condom in your pocket.

-You went to a movie premiere with a condom in the pocket of your skinny jeans.

-Brad, are you stupid?

B: Why does that make me stupid? :( :(

Y: People know we had sex that night!

B: And? I'm teaching them safe sex - we don't want to see fans getting knocked up, do we?

Y: For god sake, at least act serious about this.

B: I am.

-I forgot the condom was in my pocket, okay?

Y: Bullshit.

B: Aye! Language.

-God, you're so vulgar sometimes.

Y: Piss off, Harry. You're unbelievable.

-Why are you so angry?

-I'm not angry. I'm embarrassed.

B: Why are you embarrassed?

Y: Because people saw a condom in your pocket and they know you used it when you came home after the premiere.

B: Baby, we've been together for almost 5 years. I think the fans and the general public know we have sex.

-It's a bit weird for a relationship of almost 5 years to not contain sex - unless they're waiting until marriage.

Y: Braaaddddd.

B: Baby, lighten up a little.

-I'm at the store.

-Do we need anything for dinner?

Y: No. I'm making a chicken salad. Brought all the stuff yesterday when I went out with Gemma.

B: Alright.

-I'll be about 20 minutes, okay?

Y: Alright. Hurry.

-I miss you.

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Y: I swear to god, you're the worst when it comes to condoms, Brad.

B: What have I done now?

Y: People caught you buying condoms.

B: Oh.

-Whoops.

Y: Whoops?

-That's all you can say?

-WHOOPS?!

B: No sex for you then.

Y: Uh-huh. Who are you going to use the 6 boxes of condoms on then?

B: .. shut up.

Y: Why 6?

B: Because then we don't have to humiliate ourselves for the next 6 weeks, babe.

Y: 6 weeks? You think we'll be using a box a week?

B: Well, you crave my penis. I'm sure you think of it as dessert for after dinner, and supper when we go to bed. And maybe breakfast in the morning.

Y: Heeeey.

-You're the one who induces my horniness by walking around in tight, white briefs that show off everything.

B: Oiii. You like my tight, white briefs.

-And don't get me wrong, there's nothing better than waking up to a sweet blowjob every morning.

Y: Hmm -,-

B: Don't stop.

Y: I wasn't planning on it.

-But sometimes we do have to take a break, y'know?

B: I know.

Y: Now, get home and we can sort out a proper schedule for when it's best to go and buy condoms, okay? And where it's best to keep them - hint, not in pockets of skinny jeans. xx