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iloveapplejacks · 6 months ago

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pervy!bsf!chris x bsf!reader

🂡 content warning: smut, stripping, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, praise but also chris is kind of condescending (in a hot way)

🂡 summary: while the two of you are playing cards to pass the time, chris suggests a game of strip poker

dividers by @/kodaswrld

Poker Face

"Alright, Chris. You deal," you told the boy who was sitting on the wooden floor across from you as you stacked your poker chips. "Sure. I was thinking we could raise the stakes this time. You know, make it a little more fun," Chris suggested, a mischevious smirk starting in the corner of his mouth as he skillfully shuffled the cards.

"How much money are we talking?" You wondered, tipping your head to the side, intrigued to hear what he was going to suggest. "I was thinking something a little more high risk than money," Chris replied, his gaze flickering up at yours. He had your attention now. You gave him an inquisitive look, your eyes narrowing. "I'm listening."

"What about articles of clothing?" Chris asked, his voice thick with lust as his eyes flitted over the curves of you body, imagining what you looked like underneath all that restrictive fabric. "Are you suggesting a game of strip poker right now?" You wondered, returning his seductive gaze.

"So what if I am? Are you down?" Chris casually asked, straightening out the deck. "Sure. How are we playing?" You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued by the idea. "Five card draw. One chip represents one item of clothing. First person to take off every item of clothing is the loser," he replied, looking you up and down.

"Yeah? What does the loser have to do?" You wondered, your imagination running wild with sinful thoughts about your best friend. "We'll figure it out along the way," Chris smirked, dealing you each a hand.

Once all five cards were facedown in front of you, you snuck a peak at them, keeping your face as straight as possible when you realized you were two cards away from four of a kind. You held your hand close to your chest, rearranging your cards to have your two tens next to each other.

Chris sat across from you with a shit-eating grin on his face, indicating to you that he must have been dealt a good hand. Fuck, you silently thought. Chris pushed a poker chip towards you, and you followed suit, moving a chip across the floor between the two of you.

You discarded three cards, and Chris discarded two, and then he dealt you each back the amount of cards you'd gotten rid of. A feeling of relief washed over you when you turned over your cards, realizing the ten of spades and ten of diamonds had appeared. You revealed your hand, placing your four tens out in front of you.

"Lose the hoodie," you gloated, a smug smile creeping into your expression. "You first," Chris smirked back, laying down his cards. Straight flush. You scoffed, giving the boy across from you an annoyed look. Chris' eyes followed your zipper as you started to remove your jacket. You lazily tossed it off to the side, and you both returned your cards to the deck.

You began to shuffle this time, dealing five cards to yourself and five to Chris. You each pushed a red and a black chip to the middle, eyes locked on one another before you both picked up your cards and examined them.

After a few rounds of exchanging the cards you didn't want for hopefully better ones, you and Chris both revealed your hands to one another. Chris rolled his eyes after glancing over at your cards that beat his by a landslide. He unzipped his cheetah print hoodie, groaning as he discarded it, and he began to shuffle the cards again.

The next round was much shorter, Chris being dealt a nearly perfect hand on the initial deal. Unlike you, Chris was unable to hide his satisfaction whenever he knew he was in the lead. It was something that annoyed you about him - his arrogance. But as he watched you slip out of your tight black t-shirt with that sly smirk plastered to his face, you found his arrogance kind of hot.

The two of you were onto the fourth round now, waiting to see who would be shedding their next layer. You shuffled the cards and dealt them. The whole time Chris' stare was locked onto your breasts that were perfectly on display in your red lace push up bra.

You each bet another article of clothing, slowly pushing your poker chips across the hardwood floor to the middle. The hand you were dealt was unlucky again, and you did your best to hold back an aggravated sigh as you exchanged four of your five cards, the second hand being just as unlucky. Chris smiled as he laid down his full house with a chuckle.

"Take off the bra," he ordered you, his eyes twinkling with lust. You had planned to take off your pants next, because for some reason, it felt less vulnerable to be sitting there in a bra and panties than being completely shirtless with jeans on, but there was something about the way that Chris said it that made you want to listen to him.

You dumbly nodded and reached around to unhook your bra. Chris bit down on his lip as he watched your bra fall to the floor. "Let's sweeten the pot a bit, shall we?" Chris murmured, staring at your bare breasts. "I'm listening," You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What if the loser has to give the winner head?" Chris asked, wetting his pink lips as he shuffled the deck. "Chris, I'm already half naked," you said, widening your eyes at him. "So what? You could still win," he remarked in a seductive tone, sticking his tongue out and making a suggestive motion with it.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny that you found the idea of either getting head from him or giving head to him kind of hot. You peered down at your hand after Chris had dealt them. One card away from a straight flush. "Fine," you replied, staring at Chris' long, slender fingers and wondering how they were going to feel inside of you once you won the game.

After betting your next item of clothing and exchanging your card for the one you'd been waiting for, you revealed your hand to Chris. "Ha!" You gloated. "Pffft. So you got lucky," Chris responded, tossing his cards back to the center as he pulled his shirt off his body. You had a pretty solid poker face when it came to card games but when your eyes scanned the shirtless man sitting across from you, you couldn't hide how badly you wanted him.

You shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. With a trembling hand, you pushed a poker chip to the center, betting your second to last item of clothing. You peered down at your cards, dropping your poker face once you saw the hand you were working with. A ten, jack, queen, king, and ace, all in various suits, but a high hand nonetheless.

"I'd like to raise you one article of clothing," you smugly told him, confidently pushing another poker chip to the center. "Fine," Chris said, trying his best to conceal his own smirk. "Get naked, Chris. I think it's about time you find another use for your mouth besides running it," you demanded, laying down your cards as your eyes flicked up at his.

Chris let out a mean chuckle, laying his cards down in front of him. Royal flush. All in the suit of spades. A shiver ran down your spine. "Fuck," you mumbled under your breath as your heart sank, still in utter disbelief that Chris had beat you when you had the second highest hand in poker.

"C'mon. A bet's a bet," Chris cooed, his hungry eyes dancing over your body, awaiting the moment you show him the rest of you. You slowly unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, building anticipation. You lifted your hips and pulled your pants down until you were in nothing but your bright red panties that matched your lace bra.

Chris admired your body, his pupils dilating and blood rushing below his waist. You took a deep breath before you started sliding your underwear down your thighs, keeping your knees shut as you pulled them off. He raised his eyebrow at you and gave you a subtle look that told you that you knew what he wanted and he knew you were gonna give it to him.

You slowly parted your legs to bare your quivering pussy to him. "So pretty," he whispered, studying your glistening folds and your drooling hole. There was a jolt of excitement coursing through you at the way you were putting yourself on display for your best friend who had had only ever seen you like this in his imagination.

"C'mere," Chris responded, his eyes darkening as he motioned to you with his long, slender finger. You crawled across the hardwood floor over to him while his other hand found its way to his belt, the clanking of his metal buckle sounded as he smirked at you.

His cock sprung out of his boxers as he slowly pulled down his jeans, your eyed widening. You positioned yourself between his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and placed his other hand on the back of your head, guiding the tip of his cock towards your mouth.

"Open up," he said in a condescending tone as if you didn't know what to do next, but you secretly loved the way he spoke down to you. You slowly nodded and opened your mouth, inviting him in. Chris smiled down at you as he slapped it against your tongue, sending waves of pleasure through his cock.

You reached up and grabbed ahold of his staff, gently moving you hand back and forth. "Fuck," he moaned loudly as you buried the tip behind your lips, swirling your tongue around on it as precum began to bubble up at his slit. He began to sweep the stray strands of hair out of your face as you began to bob up and down on his length.

"That's it, sweet girl," the blue-eyed boy praised you as he screwed his eyes shut and tipped back his head. He tightly gripped ahold of a fistful of your hair, using it to guide your motions as you lightly gagged on him. "Oh, is it too much for you?" Chris purred in a sweet but patronizing voice with his gaze locked on yours.

Your eyes started to well with tears as he rammed the tip into the back of your throat, but your ego wouldn't let you fold. You couldn't bare the humiliation of having to stop because you couldn't handle it. You were determined to take it all however he wanted you to, so you shook your head.

"Good girl. You can take it," Chris encouraged you, running his fingers through your now messy hair as he yanked you around. You peered up at him through your blurry vision, taking in how divine he looked, pleasure and pure bliss inscribed in his expression as he stared down at you with his lustful eyes and his parted lips. His tongue darted out and wet them before he bit back another moan.

"You know what would make this even better?" He asked, pulling his cock from behind your lips as he peered down at you, desire burning him from the inside out. "Hmm?" You asked, eager to hear his idea. You liked all his other ideas he had so far tonight.

His suggestion led the two of you to his bedroom, and that's how you ended up lying completely naked on his bed with your head hanging off the side of the mattress as Chris stood over you, driving his cock even further down your throat than before.

You could feel all the blood rushing to your face as you held yourself in this position, your gagging becoming more intense as you drooled all over his cock. He reached for your sopping wet cunt, exploring your folds with his curious fingers and rubbing your clit.

"You're so wet," he whispered, starting to fuck your face at a rougher pace, watching the imprint of his cock sliding in and out of your throat with your exposed neck facing up at him. He slipped two of his digits into your hole, curling them as he fucked you with them. He placed him thumb on your clit and started massaging it in circles. He loved the way you writhed around beneath him, your body responding to every caress.

You slobbered all over his length, your whimpers stifled by his cock that was currently occupying your mouth. He tipped his head back again, savoring every moment of getting head from you. He snapped his hips forward, pistoning his rod into your mouth with even more vigor as you choked on him.

"Fuck. You take me so well," he breathlessly said, nearing the edge as he kept the rhythm of his body steady. Your legs started to tremble as he fingered you, hitting your gspot with every thrust. You came undone, your walls contracting around his digits as you let out a few final moans. Your lips vibrating against his length created a domino effect, his climax hitting shortly after yours.

His knees grew weak as he finished onto your tongue, his cock pulsing inside of your mouth. Your name and a slew of profanities poured from his pink, pouty lips as his thrusts slowed to a stop. "Fuck. You're so good at that," he complimented you, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a subtle pop.

You'd always secretly wondered if Chris was rough in bed, what kinds of things he'd say to you in the throes of ecstasy, and how he would sound moaning your name. He'd wondered the same things about you, how much of his cock you could take while giving him head and what you'd sound like choking on it. It was nice for each of you to have your sick curiosity about your best friend satisfied.

"We should play that more often, don't you think?" Chris asked with a smirk playing on his lip as he tucked himself back into his jeans and fastened his belt.

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iloveapplejacks · 1 year ago

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𐙚chris' girl chp. 2 ― matt sturniolo

summary: y/n confides in matt on the drive home

notes/warnings: chris x influencer!reader x matt, some suggestive mentions (talk of sex & virginity) , y/n and chris have a toxic relationship, dialogue heavy/filler and i HATE it lol+ this song is so matt it hurts

thank you all for waiting, ily asf !! :*

(edited, but definitely not my best i fear)

matt's blood went cold. his muscles tensed so much from sheer embarrassment that he felt sore sitting up in bed.

shit. shit. shit. shit.

tucking his boner into the waistband of his boxers, he hopped out of bed and threw some pajama pants and a random shirt on. about to knock again, matt opened the door to reveal y/n, a light sheen of sweat across her chest and forehead. most of her makeup had faded or been smeared off and her hair wasn't as smooth as it was at the beginning of the night. small flakes of mascara stuck to the skin under eyes and flushed cheeks. had she been crying? or was it from fucking? or both? he couldn't tell.

she flashed a weak smile, holding both her high heels in her hand, "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."

"no, you're good. i was barely asleep," matt lied assuringly, scanning her face for a clear expression.

she fidgeted with the straps of her shoes, struggling with what to say.

"do you want me to take you home?" matt provided quietly, unsure whether or not chris was awake or if he'd even care.

y/n's eyes lit up at matt's offer, nodding. "yes please. if that's okay?"

this never happened. y/n always spent the night with chris. and now matt was about to be in the car with her. just her. he didn't allow himself too much excitement, though. not until he knew what was going on with her.

"of course," matt whispered, leaving the doorway for a moment to grab his car keys and a jacket.

"oh, wait. one sec," y/n set down her shoes in the hallway, carefully opening chris' door. chris laid on his side, fast asleep. y/n pulled a hoodie from his dresser and put it on over her dress, the thick fabric draping over her thighs completely. tip toeing to the bed, she leaned over chris, whispering, "matt's gonna take me home, okay?" lowering her face to his, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek, "love you."

matt felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. it almost made him sad, y/n talking to chris as if he could hear anything she's saying. surely, she knows he can't hear her and that's what makes it even more sad.

matt zipped up his jacket, the noise causing y/n to end her moment with chris and leave his room. she shut his door with a little creak, but chris remained in a deep state of sleep. matt gestured to outside the hallway to leave, y/n leading the way through the living room and back down the stairs.

she stayed uncharacteristically quiet as matt drove. he wasn't sure what to do or say - or if she even wanted him to. he could sense some kind of apprehension from her, like she wanted to tell him something but couldn't find a way to articulate it. suddenly, in the weighted silence, y/n's stomach growled loudly. she gasped, giggling a bit at the abrupt noise. finally, her smile.

matt joined her laughter, turning into the second to last intersection before her house, "you wanna get something to eat real quick?"

y/n looked at him again with bright eyes, like a little kid. "can we? i didn't eat at the party."

matt tapped the gps on his console screen, ending the route, "yeah, me neither. i'm starving."

"what's gonna be open this late, though?"

matt cracked a knowing smile, putting his blinker on and turning into a shopping plaza. at nearly 1 am, only two of three cars took up the otherwise empty parking lot. however, at the end of the plaza, a long line of cars wrapped around the in n out drive-thru.

"oh, thank god." y/n exhaled deeply in relief, making praying hands, "i'm gonna pass out."

matt chuckles, maneuvering the car to the back of the line, "please don't do that. not on my watch, chris will kill me."

y/n's smile fades, her body language turning demure.

shit. way to go, idiot.

"not so sure about that." her voice is small as stares at the car in front of them

hesitantly matt asks, "okay, i know it's none of my business and you totally don't have to answer, but...is everything okay? like with you and him?", he inches the car further in line.

she's conflicted, it's all over her face. she runs a hand through her scalp and leaves it there, propping her elbow up against the car door to lean on.

she shakes her head, "you're gonna think i'm crazy." the car ahead's red tail lights cast across her face, making her eyes glisten.

matt lets the wheels roll an inch or two, then stops to catch her gaze. her big eyes meet his and, without fail, his heart flutters.

"no, seriously, i won't judge. i promise." and he means it.

she knows he means it too, which is why she continues.

"okay, um-you know kenzie coy?"

"uh, the blonde girl that does the fitness tiktoks?" matt confirms, even though he knew exactly who she was, unfortunately.

kenzie coy; widely known for her viral workout videos and lingerie pictures on instagram, caught the attention of most young guys in l.a. and if they weren't in l.a. to see her in person, they were probably jerking off to her pictures in the lonely confinement of their bedrooms.

"yeah, her." y/n says, slouching more into the seat, "i think chris and her are hooking up. they were talking at the party and she kept putting her hand on his shoulder like they'd known each other for years. plus, he laughed at every little thing she was saying, even the shit that wasn't funny. it was so weird, matt. i don't know, something just feels off and i can't let it go."

god, what are you doing, chris?

"no, there's no way." matt refutes with certainty, "he's with you. he likes you, y/n. always has, simple as that."

"me," huffing, "and kenzie." she adds, attempting to prove a point, but matt's unsure.

he quirks an eyebrow in disbelief, having to do a double-take before driving forward a bit more. "what? like at the same time?"

she shrugs, "it's possible is all i'm saying," now turning to face matt, "to like two people... simultaneously."

matt's face goes warm, grateful that the red car lights mask the vivid blush probably forming. he can feel her eyes on him as he rolls down his window to order their food. though he admittedly knows y/n's order by heart, his speech is jumbled. a stutter persistent throughout the entire order, but the employee doesn't seem to have trouble taking it and telling them to pull forward. matt fumbles around his jacket pocket for his wallet with shaky hands, retrieving his credit card from the sleeve and almost dropping it.

does she know what she's doing? how her words sound?

"i-i mean, yeah. technically that's possible, but-" matt's interrupted by another employee as he pulls up to the window to pay. quick, but politely, matt thanks the employee and grabs the bag of food. "do you wanna eat on the way home or-"

"actually, can you park for a sec?" y/n asks, taking the bag of food from his lap and placing it on hers.

her question nearly makes matt run over the drive-thru curb, maneuvering the car into the nearest parking spot. "yeah, are you good?"

"yeah, no, i'm fine. this night's just been a lot. i kinda wanna chill out for a bit." she explains, hand diving into the white bag for her burger and fries. she sets her food on her lap, then goes back to the bag for matt's, handing it to him with a smile.

"thanks." he can barely choke out, the atmosphere suddenly feeling incredibly intimate as he turns the car's ignition off. now it was really just him and her, no background noise, no distractions, no chris.

"what were you saying earlier, before you ordered?" y/n tosses a fry into her mouth

"oh nothing. i was just saying that it's possible, but you guys made up, right? so i wouldn't worry about it."

y/n let out a breathy laugh, in between chewing, " 'made up' isn't what i would call it."

he's not sure what's gotten into him, but matt takes advantage of this surge of confidence. "okay, then what would you call it?" matt furthered. there was no going back now.

a little surprised by his boldness, y/n raises her eyebrows, putting her fries down on her lap and shifting to face him again. "i'd say we put a bandaid on it. something temporary, like we always do," she looks down shyly at the space between them, "but sex doesn't fix everything, y'know?"

flustered, matt chokes on a fry, patting his chest for air.

y/n rapidly back-pedals at his reaction, "oh my god, sorry. he's your brother, you don't wanna hear about that."

matt takes a sip of water from the center console, and regains his breath. "no, no, it's okay." clearing his throat, "i'd imagine it doesn't."

she frowns at this, a little smirk forming in the corner of her lips. "'imagine'?"

oh god. just shut up, matt.

"i mean, like-it's-y'know?" he tries, but can't save himself whatsoever, "fuck." embarrassed, he gives up with a defeated laugh, taking a giant bite of his burger to silence himself.

y/n giggles, licking some salt off her finger, "you've never...?"

she wants me dead.

chewing down the bite, matt swallows with a loud 'gulp', making her giggle more. "uh, no, i haven't...it's really embarrassing."

y/n shakes her head, "no, it's not," carefully she asks, "is there a reason why?"

her tone is sweet and genuine. he could tell, for some reason, she really cared about what he'd say next.

"honestly, yeah." matt avoided her gaze, "i have a hard time, like...getting to that point i guess?"

he wasn't sure why he was spilling his guts to her like this. he's never told anyone this and he swore he never would.

but it's y/n. everyone told y/n their secrets. she was just that kind of person.

she tilts her head teasingly, humming in denial, "mhm"

matt's heart skips a beat, his brain going blank. "what?"

"i think you know what you want, matt," her voice is like velvet saying his name, "and you know how to get it. the only thing holding you back is yourself." she speaks so matter-of-factly, so innocent, it drives him fucking insane.

the tension in the car was so thick, it clouded his usual rationality. for a split second, he was convinced she was trying to tell him something. an innuendo of sorts.

but that thought is soon dismissed when she continues, "regardless, you're smart for waiting. your first time is better when it's with someone you genuinely care about." she didn't have to say it. matt knew who she was talking about. but just to twist the knife, she adds, "but it does make you get attached... i think that's my problem right now with chris."

and just like that, the moment was over.

only able to nod in agreement, matt turns the car back on, discarding his burger wrapper into the white bag along with some used napkins."it's getting late. i should probably take you home."

y/n sits back up in her seat, gathering her trash and tossing it as well. "yeah, good idea." she says, blinking a couple times back into reality. for those 30 minutes they spent together, time seemed to pause.

the drive to y/n's house is silent, but not like before when they were leaving the party. the silence is comfortable. y/n admires the city lights that flash and flicker by, illuminating the area surrounding her. she looked at everything with such awe, appreciating little details in arbitrary things. it's something that matt loved most about her, something that chris would bring up to their mom when describing her. such a double-edged sword, the whole thing was. and yet, matt kept coming back for more.

he pulled up to her driveway, parking the car and turning to her. she smiles at him sincerely. "thank you," she grabs her high heels from the floor and opens the door, "for the food, for everything, really."

matt internally melts,"no problem, any time."

"goodnight, get home safe." she whispers, closing the door and walking to her front door

fuck it, matt. just say it.

he rolls down his window and raises his voice so she can hear him from the car, "oh, hey, for the record,"

"yeah?" she steps forwards a little, amused.

"fuck kenzie coy."

y/n erupts with laughter, putting a hand over her mouth as to not wake her neighbors.

"you're miles prettier than she'll ever be, i mean it."

she shakes her head bashfully. for the first time ever, he was seeing her get flustered by a compliment. "you're sweet." she reaches for her front door, "goodnight, matt."

"goodnight, y/n." matt rolls up his window, reversing back onto the street and driving away. once he was fully off her block, he silently cheered, gripping the steering wheel and rocking in celebration. if nick or chris were there, they would never let him hear of the end of how corny he was being. but he didn't care. they weren't there. truthfully, if the night had gone differently, he would've got out with her and talked more. but he was exhausted and so was she. the moment didn't call for it yet. he had time, he just had to bide it.

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