Sitting on the couch with your legs across Tyler's lap, the Xbox One controller in your hands, as does Tyler. His eyes are focused intently on the screen, while yours are too. Rapidly pressing buttons, Tyler's eyes widen as his eyebrows raise.
"No.. no.. NO, NO!" he shouts at the game. Your character had snuck around the corner, killing him from behind. And, since he was so focused on his side of the screen, he didn't notice what you were doing.
"Yes!" you exclaim, punching the air with a wide smile on your face. Meanwhile, Tyler now sits with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.
"I wanted to win," he whines, poking your leg.
"But you didn't," you brag, playfully, poking him back.
"You're so mean to me. This is abuse," Tyler begins. "You're supposed to be nice and let your boyfriend win!"
You laugh, moving to sit next to him with your legs draped over his. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving your face close to him. You place a short kiss under his ear, then move your head up to his ear.
"Loser," you whisper, holding back your laughter.
Tyler laughs, then turns his head to face you.
"But I'm your loser," he speaks, pecking your lips.
"Mhm," you hum, coming in for another kiss.
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Fanfictionsome cute lil preferences about our sunshines, tyjo and jishwa. (requests are open, hmu) - im aware that tyler is married, this is just for your entertainment purposes. no hate.
