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• Prize : Lay •

Side Note: I didn't use his real name in this because the thought of moaning Yixing made me feel weird. I don't know, but sorry. If you prefer Yixing, then just swap it in your head.

The boyfriend I had been dating for about three months, Lay, and I had made a bet that on the one in the chamber battle game on Call of Duty: Black Ops 2, the victor got a favor from the loser, and at the moment, the two of us were tied. I rounded the corner, shooting my bullet at his game character. He shot his too, to which I dodged. Now we were going to have to knife it out.

One at a time, we would lunge at one another and take a swing, but would miss. Lay's character charged at me, and I jumped up in the air, but he managed to cut my foot, killing my character. The logic of this game was ridiculous. "This is bullshit," I scoffed. "You cut my foot. How would that ever kill me?" Lay set the controller down, along with mine.

"I don't know, but do I get my prize now?" he asked. "What is it that you want? You want me to tell you how awesome you are? Yay, good job, Lay. You are the best at COD2. Nobody else could ever compare-" "Not quite," he interrupted. "I can't accept a simple 'good job' now, can I?" Lay cocked his head with a smirk on his face as he scanned my confused features.

"What do you have in mind?" I inquired cautiously, eyeing him in suspicion. Lay chuckled lowly before cupping his hand below my chin and leant down, so that his lips hovered just above the shell of my ear. "A kiss," he whispered, the warmth of his breath washing over my neck, giving me chills.

My heart pounded rapidly at his request, but after all, I did agree to give him a favor if he won, which he did. One kiss couldn't hurt. "Okay, fine," I agreed, tensing up when Lay pulled back to meet my shy gaze, and then down at my soft lips.

I gazed over his features, quietly admiring my boyfriend's perfection. "I hope I'm your first," he muttered absentmindedly under his breath, that intense stare he had not even wavering once. I didn't get the chance to inform him that he indeed was, Lay dipping his head and capturing my lips with his. A cloud of butterflies flew joyfully, running into the walls of my stomach.

My hands instinctively went up to his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching up in my hands as Lay's tongue swiftly glided along the underside of my bottom lip. I hesitantly parted my lips to allow the muscle entrance, jolting when he massaged my tongue with his. He tasted of spearmint mouthwash.

The delicious freshness tingled the delicate skin of my lips. Lay deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against mine, causing me to let out a surprised whimper. Lay caressed the side of my face, running the pad of his thumb against my cheek. I eventually melted into his touch, relaxing my stiff muscles, granting myself to move in perfect synchronization with him.

I released my tight grasp on Lay's shirt, combing my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the silky roots. Lay broke the kiss, the two of us taking in long, drawn out breaths of air before his lips latched to my neck, peppering passionate kisses wherever skin was exposed. The heat between my legs drastically increased when he sucked on my collarbone, a soft moan pouring out at the sensation.

"Beautiful," he mumbled against my skin, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck. Bringing me back in, he sunk his pearly white teeth into my swollen lower lip. Large hands fell from the nape of my neck, dancing sweetly down my sides until reaching my hips.

He rolled his fingertips around the curves of the bones before stealthily sliding under my sweater, setting off sparks wherever he touched. Lay's palm glided over my bare breasts, sending an indescribable wave of pleasure to crash over me. He pinched my erect nipple, and I arched my back, a desperate whine escaping my mouth.

Lay carefully bent down after discarding my top, and cocooned the bud that awaited him into his mouth. My fingers became woven in his black locks when he switched over the other breast, rolling his tongue around the sensitive area. Cold air took place of the warmth Lay's mouth had given as he sat up to undress himself completely, immediately coming back down to share another heated kiss.

During this exchange, Lay managed to rid me of the shorts and underwear I was wearing. The scent of his cologne that lingered on his skin was intoxicating. He pressed his bare chest against my own, both of our heats radiating off of one another and keeping us warm. All of my previous hesitation was withering away with every second.

He let out a grunt at the sensation of his throbbing tip coming into contact with my dampened core. Pulses of need and desperation rushed through his veins. With a gentle, yet firm movement, Lay pinned my hands above my head. Taking advantage of the position I was in, he used his knee to spread my legs apart.

"I'm gonna make you mine," Lay said in a deepened tone. His free hand held my waist as he pushed his member inside of me. A loud moan mixed with the sounds of pain and pleasure flowed freely from my agape mouth when he filled me up, Lay dropping his head in absolute arousal, pausing as he waited for me to adjust to his size.

Feathery kisses were placed all over my neck and chest in an attempt to distract me from the shots of pain coursing through my lower half. I whined under his hot touch, clenching my jaw when Lay cautiously pulled out and then thrusted back in. Lay's grunts and groans resonated deep within his chest, the sounds filling the steamed space between us.

He began to pick up his pace, propelling repeatedly in and out. My back lifted even higher off of the couch. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, I hugged him close, Lay deepening the penetration. Lay's hands roamed around my body, his lips devouring every inch of skin he could reach, occasionally biting down where his lips connected with the flesh.

A tightness formed in my lower stomach, euphoria surging through me. "L-Lay," I moaned, nails raking down his back as the pleasure became overwhelming. Lay's eyes shut tightly as he too was nearing his own climax. A shiver flowed down my spine.

I threw my head back against the cushion, releasing all of the heat that pooled in the pit of my stomach. Lay let out an orgasmic moan before letting his exhausted body collapse. Both of our chests heaved up and down, bodies glistening with sweat. "We should make bets like these more often," Lay smirked.

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