#brad simpson smut

Type: One shot | Imagine about Brad
Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content
Word Count: 2,325
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I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to start freshman year. I had moved away from my hometown and knew nothing about where I was. I
wanted a fresh start anyway, I even wanted new friends. Not like they were great friends back home but that’s a whole different story. I had a scholar ship and I wanted to make it and prove everyone that didn’t believe in me. I moved in with my roommate and we seemed to hit it off well. My alarm went off right before the sun started to peek through the window. I groaned as I turned over turning off the alarm. I sat up in the bed as I tried to gather myself together, I wasn’t a morning person. Placing my glass on my ears as I picked up my phone. I finally pulled myself out of bed and got ready to day.
Pulling my hair back in a bun and just putting a sweatshirt over my bra. I wanted to be comfy but also look like I kind of tried. I grabbed my books and my purse and I was out of the door. Of course I needed to use a map because I had no idea where my class was.

“What are you looking for?” Someone asked.

“History with Mr. Simpson” I said.

“Well I’m Mr. Simpson” he smiled slightly. “And my class is this way” he said.

“Oh ok” I said as I started to follow him.

He held the door open to the class room as we both entered. There were people already there waiting for the teacher. I found my seat in the
back as he started the class. I tried to follow along but it was a fast pace class, and I found myself getting distracted. Mr. Simpson
was standing at the board teaching and I just could stop staring at his ass. I shook my head as I looked down at my book. Time was up and
he was dismissing the class, I hurried to get my books in my bag.

“Can you stay behind?” he asked as he looked at me.

“Who me?” I questioned.

“Yes, ” he nodded slightly.

I sat back down in my chair, as he leaned against the desk in front of mine. I looked up at him, my eyes wander over his body before I looked up to his eyes. I could feel the tension growing between us, the more I looked at him the more I wanted him. I finally broke the stare as he sat down at my desk, I didn’t know what he wanted.

"Look at me, ” he spoke softly.

“I can’t, ” I whispered.

He tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him. He leaned down gently as he placed his lips against mine. He softly started to kiss me, at first I was shocked, but then I started to kiss him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kept the kiss between us. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against mine.

“Should I have done that?” he questioned.

“I liked it” I bite my lip.

“But we could get into trouble, ” he sighed as he pulled away.

“Why? I’m over 18 and this is college” I looked at him.

“True, but we would need to keep it a secret, ” he grabbed my hand.

“ A secret? I like the sound of that Mr. Simpson” I smiled.

I got up and walked to the whiteboard. He came up behind me resting his hand on my hip. I started writing on the board as if I was the teacher, I just like feeling like I was in control. He rested his hand on my back as he guided my hand slightly. He placed his lips against my neck, I could feel his breath. I let out a light moan as I felt him gently sucking on my skin. I accidently dropped the marker, bending over slightly pushing my hips back towards his. I could feel his boner through his pants, I slowly eased up as I brushed my ass against him. He loosened his tie as he gripped my hip in his hand as I leaned against him. His hand slipped in my waist band easing down under my panties. I could feel his fingers slide against my slit, his thumb pressing against my clit. I bite my lip as I tried to keep my moans back, I squirmed from his touch.

“Hold still, ” he whispered in my ear.

He grabbed my neck as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. His thumb added pressure against my clit as he moved to rub me. I whimpered in pleasure as he continued to rub me. I tried not to move my hips but it was hard as I felt myself edge closer to a climax. He removed his hands from my pants, leaving me wanting more. I took a deep breath in as I gathered myself, I turned to face him. I could see the smirk grow on his face. I grabbed his tie, pulling him to me, kissing him softly but with passion.

“Someone likes control, ” he smiled.

“On my terms” I said as I pushed in back in his chair.

“Of course, the ladies are always in control, ” he said.

I bend over undoing his pants allowing his boner free. I rubbed him softly as I leaned up kissing him softly, moving my lips to his neck. He started to moan, squirming under my touch. I pulled away just as he did making him want more touch even more. I unbuttoned my pants pushing them off my hips, as they fell to my feet I could see him watch me. I moved between his legs as I tilted his chin up, I kissed him softly but tugged at his bottom lip. He slipped my panties off my hips as he pulled me onto his lap. He searched in his jacket pocking finding a condom slipping it on himself before sliding into me. I leaned my head back as I moaned, feeling him enter me fully. He moved my hips against his as he started to thrust up slightly. I kept my grip on his shoulders as I moved back and forth on him. His free hand resting on my back as his lips pressed against my neck. I could feel his moans against my skins, our moans filled the room. I edge closer to my climax, he kept thrusting into me. I came against him as he jerked forward, he came as well. I rested against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. I finally caught my breath and got off of his lap. I put my clothes back on as he put himself back into his pants. I erased the board before going back to my desk, grabbing my bag.

“See you later?” I questioned.

“Yeah​” He kissed me softly.

I met him a few weeks ago, but never knew that he was going to be my teacher. I left the classroom and went back to my dorm room where I meet my roommate at. We had plans to go out to dinner and get to know each other a little better. It was hard to focus on her when all I could think about was Mr. Simpson. I finally focused on getting to know her. She was a pretty cool person and I was glad that I got to be her roommate. We got back to our dorm room just to take it easy for the rest of the night. I laid back in my bed just scrolling through my laptop, not really looking for anything. We both heard a knock on the door, I went to open the door. It was Mr. Simpson standing there with flowers in his hand, I invited him inside of course.

“These are for you, ” he said as he handed me the flowers.

“Thank you, ” I smiled as I took them.

“The perfect boyfriend” Lizzie said.

“Stop, ” I said as I started to blush with all this attention.

“What haven’t I seen you somewhere?” Lizzie questioned.

“No, ” he said quickly.

“I’m sure of it, ” she looked at him.

“Let’s go for a walk” I grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room.

“That was close, ” I said.

“I know, it will be ok” he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

We walked down to the lake, I sat down, allowing my feet to dangle down. He sat down next to me, pulling me closer to him. I leaned my head down against his shoulder as we looked out towards the water. It was nice to get away from everything but it would be hard to keep this a secret. We agreed to only meet behind closed doors and the rest of the time we acted like we didn’t know each other. My roommate finally figured it out, but she promised not to tell anyone. I didn’t really know her, but I had no choice but to trust her. It was hard to focus on history, but luckily for me, I really didn’t need this class for my degree. I started to get worried as he never wanted to meet up besides the classroom or the dorm room. He never took me out on dates or to any movies just a basic relationship. I was starting to wonder if he was hiding something, maybe that was the case.

“Hey Mr. Simpson can I stay back for a second, I have a question” I said as he was releasing the class.

“Of course, ” he responded.

I waited for everyone to leave the room and for him to close the door.

“What is your question, ” he asked.

“Why we never go out?” I crossed my arms.

“What do you mean?” he tried to touch me.

“Why don’t we ever go out, like dinner and a movie” I said as I moved away from him.

“Why do we need to showcase our love to the world, I like it just between us” he said.

“I just want to know why” I demanded answers.

“I just told you, ” he once again tries to grab my hand, but I moved once again. “Why are you mad?” he asked.

“I just feel like you don’t want me, ” I said.

“Of course I do, ” he finally caught me against the wall, placing his hands on my sides.

He rubbed my sides as he tried to calm me down. I didn’t know why this situation made me so mad but it did. I sighed as I finally caved in, placing my arms around his neck. He moved closer to me placing his lips against mine, placing his hand on my chin. I pulled away from his kiss as I saw something on his hand. I gripped his hand and looked at it, it was a wedding band. My blood started to broil as my angry started to rage over, I pushed him away from me.

“YOU ARE MARRIED!?!” I questioned.

“No, ” he said.

“DON’T LIE TO ME” I started seeing red.

“I’m not, I promise, it’s just a ring I like to wear” he said.

“Don’t come near me” I left the classroom slamming the door behind me.

I ran back to my dorm room, I didn’t want anything to do with me. I got into my bed, curled around my pillow as I started to cry. I was actually falling for him and to find out he’s married just crushed me. I knew what that ring on his finger was and I knew he was lying, how could he? I ended up crying myself to sleep just to wake up with him in my room. He was sitting at my desk waiting for me to wake up, I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I couldn’t believe he was here.

“Get out!” I said.

“Can you just hear me out?” he asked.

“You are married” I said as I crossed my arms.

“I was married, my wife died from cancer two years ago. You are the only person who has made me feel alive again” he said.

“I don’t believe you, ” I said.

“Here, ” he handed me all the paperwork that I needed.

“I’m sorry, ” I fought back the tears as I read over the papers.

“It’s ok, I should of told you, ” he said.

I started crying placing my head down in my hands. He moved onto my bed, placing his arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I grabbed his shirt as I cried against him.

“Shh, ” he placed his hand on my head as he started to rock me.

“I’m scared” I said.

“What are you scared of?” he asked.

“I’m falling in love with you” I looked up at him. “And I don’t think you feel the same, ” I said.

“I’m falling for you, ” he looked down into my eyes.

He leaned down to kiss me softly, he gave me butterflies when he said he was falling for me. I smiled into the kiss as I kept my grip onto his shirt. He explained to me why he still wore the ring and everything made sense. We took things slowly at first doing small dates outside of school. I didn’t want to rush him, nor feel like he had to do something. We were still being secretive in school as we didn’t want anyone knowing. It just made things more interesting. The more you felt like you were going to get caught the more intense it got. We never actually got caught, and I never that semester learned anything history. More like chemistry and body heat with Mr. Simpson.

Surprisingly enough this is another smut(ISH, I suck so bad at writing smut it’s so cringe so I don’t go too far into it… Trust me it would just be uncomfortable for everyone) so if you don’t like reading smut then avoid this one!! :-) Thanks to @michellearteaga2 for the request!

Being in a new relationship was fun and occasionally frightening at the same time. Wherever the feeling of excitement was, slight fear followed, especially when it came to having sex for the first time together. 

You met Brad around a year ago but you two had only been dating for 4 months before you started to feel like you were ready to have sex with him. It wasn’t that you never had sex before, you had a couple of times with your previous boyfriend, but you were still self conscious and nervous when it came to it. The fact Brad was the kindest, sweetest and not to mention most good looking boy you had ever been with made you feel more nervous.

You knew that Brad would be understanding to how you felt and would never pressure you into doing anything you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to mess up your chances with him because you were scared. The more you thought about it the more you wondered what you were so scared of, nothing bad was going to happen and you just had to keep reminding yourself. 

–

It was one of your usual date nights at your flat. Brad and you were cuddled on the couch watching a film that was, to be honest, getting slightly boring. Brad’s attention was still directed at the TV as you turned away to look at him, studying the features on his face.

“You alright there, babe?” Brad smirked slightly, glancing down at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You felt your heart beat speed up just by looking into them. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, liking how quiet it was between you two. “You’re really pretty you know.”

Bra laughed at your choice of words, but accepted the compliment nonetheless. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled. “You’re really pretty too.” 

You blushed in response and Brad pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before turning his eyes back to the TV, glancing at you a couple of times when he thought you were looking at the TV as well but you just continued to stare at him. 

After a while you moved closer to Brad and started to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. You heard Brad moan as you nipped at the skin just below his ear. 

You repositioned your body so you were now straddling Brad, your legs either side of his legs. His hands ran down your body and stopped at your hips, holding on to you securely as you kept kissing his neck and leaving small marks.

Without thinking about what you were doing, and getting lost in the moment, you ended up grinding your hips against Brad’s which caused him to moan again. The more he moaned, the more you did it and eventually you felt his hard on against his sweatpants. 

You moved your mouth from his neck to his lips and he started kissing you back. Your hands went down his chest until you had reached the top of his sweatpants. You reached inside and started palming him through his boxers, causing Brad to stop kissing you and take a hold of your wrist lightly.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? I don’t want you to feel like I’m rushing you into anything…” Brad mumbled, taking his other hand to push your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. He genuinely looked concerned and you knew you had never been more sure of any decision in your life. 

“I’m sure, Brad.” You whispered, pressing your lips to his.

–

You were out of breath and gasping for air whilst lying naked on your living room floor. That was definitely not how you pictured your first time with Brad but it was amazing. Brad turned his head to look at you and a smile immediately broke out on his face. 

“You’re so gorgeous, do you know that?” He rolled over so he was hovering over you. 

“I’ve been told, once or twice.” You smirked before falling into a laugh.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I’m the luckiest man alive to be with you. You’re amazing.” 

“Well then I must be the luckiest girl alive to be with you.” You smiled back, reaching up to press your lips to his and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“I love you.” Brad mumbled in between kisses, causing you to stop and look at him with wide eyes.

“You what?” You were in complete shock and couldn’t believe what Brad had just said. You needed to hear him say it again.

“I love you.” He mumbled again, looking a lot less confident than he did the first time he said it. He looked as though he thought you were going to laugh in his face.

“I love you too.” You grinned back, feeling as though your heart could burst with how happy you were within that moment.