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A/N: idk if this is smut or fluff well you have to find out! 😂💞

Play fighting, a common occurrence in relationships, an act that can cause many different outcomes. Whether it be sex, cuddles, make-out sessions, or someone getting hurt accidentally. Either way it was typical. Some would say Dallas didn't seem like the type for cute shit like that. They were wrong.

You were lying on Dallas' bed, in his small apartment, cuddling with him while the TV was playing in the background. His arm was around you, a smoke in his mouth. You were bored of the channel and decided it was due time to change it. Seeing as it had been on that particular channel for multiple hours. You got up, or at least tried to, Dally had other plans. He grabbed a hold of your body and pulled you down on top of him, enveloping his arms around your back so you couldn't escape.

"Don't leave." He mumbled, putting out his cigarette on the ash try sitting on the bed side table.

"But I wanna change the channel. I don't want to leave, Silly." You giggle as your face lies on his hard chest, attempting to escape his firm grip on you.

He wouldn't budge.

"I'm comfy with you here on me. If you got up we would have to find a new position." He pouted which he only did when he was sleepy.

Dallas wouldn't be caught dead being cute when he was wide awake or around the guys.

"It's so boring though!" You complain, referring to the channel.

"Well you're so comfy." He countered.

You began struggling more. This time with more giggles, you tried rolling around and when that didn't accomplish anything you grabbed his arms and tried to pin him to the bed. You weren't able to because he was stronger than you were. Instead he flipped the two of you so that he was on top of you and he had your arms pinned to the bed.

You grinned joyfully as you attempted to counter his movements to no avail. Even Dallas had a little grin on his face. He thought you were the cutest person he had ever met in that moment. You pushed your body upwards against his to gain leverage but it didn't work completely. Only small movements were made.

"That's not fair." You pout. "You're stronger than me."

"I'll give you a losers kiss. How about that?"

"A losers kiss?" You inquire.

"Yes. To make you feel less bad about losing." He explains before kissing you.

It was sweet and in a weird way made you want to lose against him more often.