Bradley Simpson Imagines ☄

Stuck.

"You want to bet?" - Prompt #30.
(Just don't bet anymore haha)

You were staring at a beautiful human being in front of you for half an hour right now. With all victory of a feeling inside you and your were glad that you woke up before him this morning. You were also glad that you get this peace of time and somewhat get to stare at your boyfriend admiring all his beauty features.

How did I get so lucky?

You thought. How did you get so lucky?

You were slightly sat back at your back as his arms rests at your torso, hugging you like a pillow. His face was in your upper stomach, near your chest letting him sleep to the soft fabric of you shirt. He looked so peaceful, his mouth slightly open, soft snore leaving his plump lips, as he dug his face deeper in your stomach hugging you close. It made you giggle lightly as his nose tickled your skin under your shirt. Yet he looked so adorable.

Your phone vibrates nonstop by now since your were on Twitter earlier and tweeted one randomly, you also posted a picture of yourself from last night, all dressed in a black soft-silked skater dress and let's just say you looked amazing. Stunning actually! As you remember your lovely date with Brad. He was very romantic and you can tell he's so captivated by your look last night for he keeps staring at you all night. It was amazing, you're in a fancy restaurant and you're both talking normally 'cause usually, whenever you're together you'd talk shitty. It was the best night ever and when you get home, you and Brad snuggled to the rest of the evening and you fell asleep in his arms.

And now, you woke up with this sleepy bear beside you sleeping ever so cutely. You just ignored your phone as you run your fingers through his kop of curls, stroking it slowly. You know how much he loves your touch so you keep going. He feel him stir as he turned to face you properly.

"Mm.. Good morning, princess." He said in his deep, raspy morning voice. Eyes still closed as he pulled you closer and hugged you.

"Morning handsome." You smile as you pull him up beside you. Well, he's heavy. Does the lazy dog don't want to move?

"How's you sleep?" You sweetly asked, he kisses your cheek as he intrwines his fingers to yours after you're done stroking his soft hair.

"Wonderful." He lazily grinned, burying his face to the nape of your neck.

"That's good. Come on my love, I'll cook us breakfast." You mumble, tapping his shoulder and drawing little circles in it.

"But I don't wanna move." He pouts.

"But I'm hungry." You complain back as he chuckles.

"I want you here by my side, baby." He said, hugging you tightly in case he's aware of you escaping his grip.

"Let's eat first, then we can cuddle for the rest of the day, okay?" You suggest as he sighs.

"Fine. You're lucky I love you." He laughs as you hit his arm lightly. You walk down to the kitchen and make you both some waffles as you left him in the room.

I guess he's not coming down then. You thought.

You grab a bowl and made the batter. Suddenly, you hear Brad's footsteps coming down the stairs as he looked at you, dismayed.

"Aye! Who told you to cook without me?" He sneered in, walking towards you.

"A legend. He told me to start cooking since my lazy boyfriend was being hugged by the loving bed." You smirk as he widens his eyes.

"Hey I ain't lazy. I can help too you know." He defends.

"Prove it. Get the milk from the fridge, you koala." You said, trying not to laugh to what you just said. He's too cute you know? Sometimes, its too much. Ugh.

He went to the fridge and grabbed the milk as he handed it to you, "Here you go, my love." He sweetly smiles as you reached for the milk. You set it down to the table as you put some batter to the grate. Waffles.❤

You waited for it to cook as it heats up, then suddenly Brad's arms sneaked through your waist and placed his face into your neck kissing them lightly.

"You need anything?" He whispers through your skin, the heat of his breath hitching your skin as his lips kisses your neck lovingly. It seems like its his favourite spot of yours.

"No, Brad." You breathed out loving his kisses as you try to stop him for distracting you for that you are cooking.

"Brad, its going to burn." You spoke, gladly he stopped. You get the finished waffle out and put it on a plate. You put the second batter in and closed the grate.

"This is some serious business, Brad. We could burn the house!" You laugh.

"What. I love you." He shrugged, like nothing happened.

"Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow then smirked. He soon cornered you to the edge of the counter as his face is inches away from yours.

"Yes. And you won't escape my grip this time." He said, feeling his hot breath near your lips.

"And why not?" You bet.

"'Cause you're stuck with me." He grins, without giving you any chance to respond back, he quickly leans in for a passionate, sweet kiss. You both linger with your lips being attached together as soon later, you smell something burning.

In you shock, you both pull out as you took the burnt waffle put of the grate. Laughing your butts off, you started for a new batter and make some more. Because doubles wouldn't definitely be enough with your monster stomachs.

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Second book is coming! Woooo! ❤ xx.