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#one thing abt jordan is they're gonna be a simp
poppy-metal Β· 5 months
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smth abt jordan and their playstation πŸ˜”πŸ˜” think they'd be v serious about it. sneaking out of their bed while u nap bc, as much as they want to stay wrapped around you, they promised someone or another they'd play w them. love them immeasurably but they'd probably wake you up w their hushed cursing into their headset.
they notice u moving out of the corner of their eye, glancing away from their screen for just a second to see u rub the sleep from your eyes.
"did i wake you up, baby? i'm sorry."
you grumbling out a response, turning to watch them play whatever trashy shooter game they had pulled up.
think if you got all whiny w them, pouting around a "jordan," missing their warmth pressed close to your body, they'd sigh, casting their eyes over to you n muting themself.
"c'mere." and you basically have no choice but to pad over to them--know when you got close enough they'd pull you into their lap w their free hand on your waist. leaning back against them, sat right on their strong thigh--their hand slipping under your shirt to hold your waist. planting a lingering kiss on ur forehead while you nestle ur head into the crook of their neck, brain fuzzy n warm even as they unmute, back to focusing on their game. but the way they run their thumb over the soft skin of ur stomach, turning to kiss your temple every once in a while, is enough to keep you content. more than content w their thigh sitting against ur cunt but we don't have to get into it.
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running out of thought s in my head but πŸ˜‹ back in poppy's asks!!!
what if i tossed myself into the sea what then !!!!!!
laying your head on their chest, watching them play in a kind of comfortable fog, you hear the warm steady beat of their heart under your ear, the vibration of their voice whenever they talk to their friends on the headset, the flex of their arms as they work the controller in their hands. you can't help but notice and be attracted to the small things like that. you feel slick start to pool between your thighs at the way they so easily shift you in their lap and adjust you so you're more comfy. so considerate and in tune with you even when they're distracted. you find yourself tilting your head to watch their profile, they get to serious about these games, its kinda cute. they way they bite their bottom lip in focus. not even brushing away the hair that falls across their forehead. you get it for them, reaching up to tuck the dark strands behind their ear.
they glance down at you, give you that dimpled distracted smile, and lean down to give you a kiss. on the crown of your head. they say, just to you, reaching up to cover the mic with their palm, "I'll just be a few minutes, baby, is that alright? then we'll do something - or nothing. whatever you want."
you smile and lean up to kiss that defined jaw. soft and sweet. snuggle back into their chest, "take as long as you want, j, m'happy here."
they kiss you again, this time letting their nose linger in your crown for a tender second. their hand comes up and then they're tilting your face again, this time kissing your lips. they moan into it a little, feeling your nipples press against them and inhale sharply when they pull away. "yeah - ill. I'm just gonna finish this round."
you giggle, loving how they're always so hungry for you. get an excited tingle in your belly at the prospect of them taking you back to bed soon.
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