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Poker Face - Lara Raj

Summary: After months of putting up with your shenanigans that were getting in the way of her reign at school, the student council president finally decided to teach you a lesson about playing by her rules.

Tags & Warnings: NSFW!. Fem!Reader, President!Lara, one sided enemies to (?), Lara is kind of a bitch in this one, and R is also super flirty, oral sex (L recieving), gambling, heavily inspired by netflix's new show, Bet.

w.c: 5.5 k

a/n: i took the bet and the katseye pills and this was the result 😩. Also, this was my first time writing smut so plz ignore it if it sucks

St. Dominic's Prep was not for amateurs. Called the “dream academy” by some, the preparatory school was known for its peculiar reputation: only the best of the best belonged there, either for their incredible intellect or their incredible bank account. And so, if they were the best, there was no point in following the rules set by teachers or principals.

No, no. St. Dominic's Prep operated on the basis of social hierarchy, in which students followed the orders of the most influential and powerful person among them. The one who could beat them all in the snap of a finger regardless of the type of battle.

And that was the president of the student council, Lara Raj.

The Raj name had been part of the school's high society for decades, from Lara's grandparents to her older sister, Rhea, who had graduated not long ago, leaving the queen bee position to the youngest sibling. It was the natural course of things, since it would be impossible for there to be any other student of such importance or relevance. Lara took that title for herself very seriously.

Which meant that she also had control over the school's betting system. Betting was virtually the social currency of St. Dominic's, seen as a way of measuring your chances of success in the real world. If you didn't do it, you were forgotten by the others, like an eternal wallflower. If you lost, you were treated like a pariah, a servant to people of real value. If you won, you became a god.

All the matches were accounted for in a large scoreboard that was displayed in almost every corner of the school. Guess who was in first place?

These were the rules Lara was used to. She ruled this school with an iron fist and an icy stare that was enough to make anyone wet their pants, just as all the members of her family had done for generations. No one dared to cross her path or challenge her.

No one, except you.

And that's why Lara was standing with her arms crossed, right in front of the window in the student council office, staring down in the direction of the gaming room. She would recognize your gambling mannerisms from afar, but you were easy to spot anyway, as the other students always seemed to swarm around your table like moths drawn to the flame.

Y/N Y/L. That was the name of Lara's biggest headache since the girl joined the school in the middle of the year, turning everything upside down with your continuous winning streaks, which made you look like an emerging titan in the eyes of the other students. In Lara's opinion, however, you were nothing more than a very annoying insect.

Even so, something about you kept her attention long enough for you to invade her thoughts for hours and hours. Lara's ego liked to think it was just a precautionary measure, as if the long time she spent watching you was nothing more than a study of a potential adversary. Not that she would ever admit that you could be on the same level.

Lara was a legacy student, at the top of the student ranking. You were nothing compared to her.

“If looks could kill, y/n would be dead and buried by now.”

Rolling her eyes, Lara turned to cast a piercing glance at the vice president and, well, the closest thing she could get to a friendship, Megan Skiendiel. The girl with the pink locks hardly minded the silent threat, knowing damn well that their years of friendship gave her a certain freedom when it came to Lara's wrath. This was courtesy, of course, of the friendship and partnership of their parents, who had been close since their days at the same academy.

“I don't care about her enough to kill.” Lara replied lightly, turning her gaze to the commotion downstairs with a false air of indifference. "But I need to be aware of everything that happens in this hellhole, no matter how insignificant. What are they playing anyway?”

Megan shrugged. Despite seeing through her friend's feigned disinterest, the half-Chinese girl knew better than to push Lara's buttons for too long. "Can't tell. Yoonchae?”

The two turned to the other girl in the office, Jeong Yoonchae, who seemed to be having fun twirling the tip of a dagger on the circular ebonized table, custom-made for student council meetings. Even though she was a newcomer, Yoonchae had earned her place with merit, probably following the teachings of her parents who were also legacy students. In no time at all, the Korean girl had earned her reputation at the school as a brilliant and sassy player.

The younger girl answered in a bored manner, not even bothering to take her eyes off her movements. “Strip Poker.”

Lara's brain went blank. And then all she could see was red.

Turning towards the window at a speed beyond what she could deem indifferent, Lara focused intensely in the direction of your table, now trying to notice every last detail of what was going on. At a first glance, it looked like an ordinary game of five card draw, with five cards in your hand and your opponent's, plus a deck of cards on the table. But, with a closer look, Lara could see a necklace thrown near the cards, as well as your discarded black sneakers next to your chair.

“This is absurd!” She complained, trying her best to make her voice sound less shaky. “ Do they think St. Dominic's is a place for this... this... indecency?!”

In all honesty, Lara knew the place could be even more indecent just from the stories her sister told about her own time as the president. That wasn't the first game of strip poker played at the academy and it probably wouldn't be the last, but for some reason that Lara couldn't (or wouldn't) name, that particular situation seemed very wrong.

Maybe it was because you were getting too close to the top 10 and were starting to present yourself as an even more annoying threat than usual. Your opponent certainly couldn't beat you, given that the boy (Steven, Ryan, Norman or whatever boring, masculine name he had) seemed more focused on staring at your breasts than the game itself. Lara could practically see the boy's lustful gaze from her place upstairs and it made her jaw clench.

The fact that he wasn't taking the game seriously, of course. She couldn't care less what he thought or didn't think of you, but Lara couldn't stand bad players.

She watched the audience around your table become engulfed in whispers and murmurs after another round, and the feeling of curiosity that flooded the president's chest was not welcome. Lara stretched her neck a little more to keep her eyes on your table, but what happened next made her lose her mind completely.

On the scoreboard plastered on the wall of the gaming room, the announcement of your bet flashed in black letters against the white background. Strip Poker worth 10,000. An insignificant amount for Lara, but one that would certainly boost your ranking if you won. As she did the mental calculation of what your new position would be when you eventually won, Lara saw you move around from the corner of her eye, noticing your white button-up shirt becoming more and more apparent as you shed your red uniform jacket, putting on a real show for those watching.

Feeling her own blood boiling under her skin, Lara turned on her heel like a hurricane, determined to put an end to that shit show. Strip poker wasn't even a respectable game! God, she should review her rules and make sure that it was banned from the academy. That was a game of absolute no class!

The girl stormed out of the room, missing the amused glances that passed between Megan and Yoonchae, who seemed to know exactly why the president was so much angrier than usual.

With long but determined strides, Lara marched in a straight line to the gaming room, pushing aside any idiots who threatened to interrupt her path. She could already feel the throbbing of an emerging headache in her temple, but something told her that the pain would go away as soon as that little problem was solved. Christ, Lara probably wouldn't have a headache for a year if you just decided to leave that school and go back to whatever hole you climbed out of.

“No more funny business, you morons!” Lara announced as soon as she stepped into the hall, seeing some of the students flinch in fear at her mere presence. Those who still had the idiocy to open their mouths and complain received a glare so sharp that they could almost feel the sting on their skin. "Strip Poker is now banned from St. Dominic's! This ridiculous bet between you won't count for anything.”

Anyone with their sanity intact would listen to the authority in Lara's voice and accept her orders without a second thought. However, that defiant smirk that made Lara lose her sleep every night was already on your face when you faced her, looking up from beneath your lashes. "Ms. President Raj! To what do I owe the honor?”

“I'm not in the mood for your weirdness, y/l.” Lara grunted, her eyes briefly going down to the first undone buttons of your shirt, exposing a bit of your collarbone. Somehow, that sight made her mood even worse. “End this shit now, you heard me.”

The boy, too irrelevant for Lara to remember his name, promptly got up from the table, picking up his discarded necklace and tie. “Y- you heard her, y/n.”

“Wait!” You held up a hand, drawing everyone's attention to you with your soft voice, as if you had nothing to fear. “We were already playing before the rule was made, so that means our points should still count, right?”

Lara gritted her teeth. That damn smirk on her face made her want to rip your lips off and feed it to the fish in her aquarium. No one dared to defy an order from her, especially not in public, and still hoped to come out of the interaction alive. The hall watched the two of you in a silence so grave that you could practically hear a feather falling to the floor.

“I think someone needs to teach you some manners, y/n.” The president let your name hiss out of her mouth as if it tasted like poison. In one swift movement, Lara pulled you up with a firm hand on your forearm, crumpling the long sleeve of your shirt, and used her free hand to grab your jacket from the back of the chair. “Come on, get your shoes.”

Lara squeezed your arm even tighter as soon as she heard the giggle escaping your lips, wishing she were squeezing your neck instead. You never seemed to take her seriously, or at least you didn't feel the same fear that the others did, and that made her completely livid. The brunette's veins were about to pop out of her fist at the playful way you held the sneakers in your hands. “As you wish, Ms. President.”

Completely ignoring the hushed whispers of the other students, Lara dragged you with the strength of a bull and the speed of a bullet out of the place, silently thanking you for at least being smart enough not to resist her. She flew through the hallways, never loosening her grip on your forearm and paying no attention to your bare feet racing behind her. It would be well deserved if you got hurt after such an idiotic behavior, but from what she had seen of your unpredictable personality, you would probably start laughing after cutting up your foot.

As soon as you reached your dorm (Lara knew most of the students' dorms for strategic reasons, you weren't special.) the president unceremoniously threw you into the room, closing the door behind you with a thud that could probably be heard throughout St. Dominic's. Lara turned towards you, still huffing, which only got worse when she noticed your annoying beaming smile.

“Is there a problem, Ms. President Lara Raj?”

Lara felt her heart skip a beat as she heard her own name come out of your mouth. Out of hatred, of course.

“Are you an idiot or what?” The girl advanced towards you, towering over your figure with an increasingly scowl on her face. "Strip poker? Really? You've done much better than that, y/l. Are you that desperate that you have to expose your body to the whole school for a measly ten grand?"

“Hey, tone down your slut shaming.” You frowned and for some reason Lara swallowed the scream she was about to let out after you challenged her again. Contrary to what she expected, you didn't even take a step back at her approach and now you were so close that Lara could feel your breath on her face. "And it's still a game like any other. Slow and steady wins the race, ever heard of it?"

“Well, play something else, how about that?”

Lara huffed, completely failing in her attempt to maintain her unapproachable, nonchalant image simply because you never played by her rules. It didn't help that you were standing in front of her, carrying that same damn smirk that took her peace away, the one that seemed to tell that you knew some deep secret about her, as if you could see it under her golden brown skin.

“We don't need games with this level of indecency being played out in the hall for anyone to see.” She explained unnecessarily, straightening her posture as an old habit to look more imposing. An old trick in the Raj family's extensive book. “St. Dominic's is a serious institution with tradition.”

Bullshit. Just the week before, Daniela and Manon had thrown a pizza party at 11PM because they accidentally ordered 100 boxes via delivery. Lara hadn't asked for details, but she recalled hearing something about a mix-up with the zeros.

You shrugged, slightly lifting your chin to keep looking directly into Lara's eyes, without blinking. She could hardly remember the last time she'd had this kind of intense exchange of stares without the other person folding.

“I see.” Your soft voice answered. “Still, Ms. President, I think you owe me a game after the interruption earlier.”

“ Excuse me?”

That damn giggle echoed in the silent dorm again, just like it did in Lara's dreams, which were more like nightmares, really. Lara watched as you took a few steps back towards your desk, with your hands behind your back, just like a child who was up to something. "Well, in your own words, I was desperate for points, weren't I? So I guess you owe me a game after you so rudely interrupted mine.”

“God, you really are crazy, aren't you?” Lara's voice carried a mixed tone of surprise and incredulity at your audacity. "You know I never lose, don't you? Are you so hopeless that you can't think of a strategy to climb the rankings?"

"Or maybe I just want to play with you for the thrill of it. Maybe I don't care about the ranking, or the hierarchy that everyone here seems to fear."

Lara knew very well that those words were true and perhaps that's why you, of all people, were able to get under her skin. Her eyes lingered on your curves, while you were leaning over the desk, still looking for something. She might have a lot of negative things to say about you, but your body wouldn't be one of them. Not that she was looking at your skirt like a weirdo or anything.

Finally, you seemed to find what you wanted and spun around with a triumphant smile, holding a deck of cards high in your hands without noticing that Lara's gaze quickly traveled from bottom to top. "So, Ms. President Raj? Will you play with me?”

Lara chewed the corner of her mouth as she considered the offer. She couldn't lie and say she wasn't curious about playing against you, especially after all your success as a basically unbeaten rookie. “How much?”

“Ten thousand.”

“Hm.” An almost symbolic amount if you considered the total value of Lara's winnings. Even if she lost, which wasn't going to happen, the money lost wouldn't make any difference to her position in the rankings and she'd be able to win it back in seconds. “What game?”

“Strip Poker.”

“No creativity today?” Lara retorted, pretending that the two words that came out of your mouth didn't send a shiver down your spine, especially with that devilish grin on your face.

"You said the problem with the game was indecency in public. It's just the two of us here." You shrugged, approaching the girl again with that false air of innocence that made Lara want to climb the walls. "And you owe me a game, Lara. Don't tell me that the greatest player from St. Dominic's is going to chicken out against someone who isn't even in the Top 10?"

Lara narrowed her eyes, knowing exactly what kind of game you were playing. You, on the other hand, continued to act with that same lightness that gave others the false impression that you were just a helpless girl, but Lara watched you enough to see through that front. Still, she couldn't pretend that her ego hadn't been a little bruised by the insinuation.

“Oh, well, I did say I had to teach you some manners, didn't I?” Lara rolled her eyes in her usual pose of indifference, even if she knew you wouldn't fall for it. “It's about time someone finally shut your mouth.”

“What an honor that you're going to do this for me, Ms. President.” You gave her a mock bow, but the flirtatious tone in your voice made Lara's irritation escalate so much that she could hear her own heart pumping in her ear like a time bomb.

Lara threw your jacket towards your face, suddenly remembering that she was still in possession of the garment. You grabbed it out of the air with quick reflexes, because of course you had to be good at that too. "Put your jacket back on. It's no fun playing with you if you're already practically half-naked."

"Playing fair? Huh. I must admit I wasn't expecting that from you." The tone of genuine surprise in your voice made Lara feel a twinge of pride in her chest. To be honest, even she herself didn't know why she had done it, as the Raj's motto was much more about winning at any cost than playing fair. Still, if you were a fair player, Lara had to be on your level to avoid unfounded accusations later.

Within minutes, Lara was sitting on the end of your bed while you had your back against the headboard. Following the rules of five card draw, five cards were in each of your hands and the others were arranged in a stack in the middle of the mattress, almost like a division between the two of you. That damn smirk was still on your face, but Lara was eager to wipe it off in a few seconds.

The first round went as expected. Lara smiled in triumph as she showed off her winning pair of aces, hoping to elicit some reaction from you, however small it was. All she got was a piercing stare as you unceremoniously let your jacket fall from your shoulders and onto the carpeted floor.

“No joking now?” Lara teased huskily, trying to come out on top while acting as if the very sight in front of her didn't affect her. Those damn buttons were still undone and your shirt looked messier and messier every time she looked at it.

“I'm a serious player.” You retorted, leaning over to pull more cards from the stack and showing a little more skin in the process. The raven-haired girl felt a little ashamed of herself when her breath caught at the sight of a bit of lace under your shirt, as if she were some kind of medieval man that had never seen a woman's body before.

Keep it together. You're a Raj, for fuck's sake. She focused on those words like a mantra, trying to regain her focus even with the brief moment of distraction. Still, her congested mind plus the unluckiness of a horrible hand caused Lara to lose the second round, playing a high ace against two pairs of king and queen.

Unlike Lara, you didn't seem to be interested in throwing taunting words at her, but rather in carefully watching her every move as she took off her black student council jacket, the one Lara proudly wore because it set her apart from the rest. Without the jacket, Lara could pass for any other ordinary student and, on any other day, the absence of that layer would make her feel strangely exposed. But there, under your gaze, it was as if an invisible warmth covered her.

Round three. Now Lara was in the right zone again, her brain working twice as hard after losing the previous one. She couldn't help but notice that your grin was a great poker face, but that wasn't the kind of thought she should be having at the moment. This time, her three of nines won against a pair of jacks and Lara decided to follow your lead in having a quiet victory.

With your eyes still fixed on hers, you began to undo the buttons on your shirt at a torturous pace, with a Cheshire grin on your face as if you were daring Lara to speed up the process. The girl, for her part, fought the instinct to tap her feet on the floor impatiently, not used to waiting to get what she wanted. With each new piece of skin exposed, Lara felt the fire of her anger turn into another kind of heat, one that ran down her body to the pit of her stomach.

But this heat came to a head when the entire shirt fell to the floor, revealing a lace bra in a wine-red hue, almost as if you had guessed that this was Lara's favorite color and that you would need to wear it for her that day. Her eyes, even against her will, were fixed on your hard nipples that pressed against the fabric.

“Do you like what you see, Ms. President?” You teased in that flirtatious tone that Lara hated, especially when you used it with people other than her. Not having much of an idea what to say (to be honest, Lara didn't trust her own voice at the moment), she just rolled her eyes, not bothering to disprove your words as she reached for more cards.

Lara hated to admit it, but this was probably the most interesting game of poker she'd ever played in her life, while also being the most tension-filled one, for a number of reasons. You really were a challenging opponent to read, unlike the others, and she couldn't pretend that the sight in front of her wasn't more than pleasant.

Fourth round. A pair of nines and a pair of tens. It was a close call, but somehow Lara didn't mind the loss. God, she couldn't believe that thought had crossed her mind. What had happened to Raj's always win?

Whatever. The lessons of her family were the last thing on Lara's mind right now, especially when she was busier putting on a show of opening her buttons at an even slower pace than you had done previously, almost as a kind of punishment. It was worth it just for the sight of your eyes locked on her soft skin, on the black strap of her bra that became more apparent with each new button. There, you didn't have enough of a poker face to hide the desire swimming in your gaze.

“Do you like what you see, y/l?” She retorted in a deep voice, enjoying the sweet taste of using your own words against you. However, you didn't seem as willing to hide your feelings as Lara was.

“Yes, I do.”

Lara's breathing instantly became uneven, her heart pounding as if she had run a marathon. It’s not like she wasn't used to being the object of other people's desires. Lara knew very well that she was beyond attractive and she used that to her advantage when she needed to, using the less incompetent admirers to ease her needs in a purely practical way, as a means to an end. But right there, in front of you, Lara felt much more than that.

That fervent feeling seemed to grow with each moment your eyes lingered on her body, passing over each curve with a glow that bordered between reverence and uncontrollable need. Lara couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as she realized that she too had managed to break your gambler pose. Geez, maybe she cared more about that than the entire bet at this point.

Another round. Flush of clubs against three of a kind, marking your second victory in a row. Lara barely minded the result because her hands were already flying to the side zipper of her skirt, slowly lowering it as she measured your reaction. She liked the way your pupils were dilated, attentive to the movement of her hips as she wiggled out of the garment, and how your breathing became ragged as you noticed the wet spot on her panties.

Your jaw trembled as if you were trying to contain herself. “Is this for me, Ms. President?”

Lara swallowed a sigh, feeling a shiver run down her skin in response to the desire in your voice. “Nothing I do is for you, y/l. This is just a… physiological response.”

You chuckled. “You never give in, huh?”

In a matter of seconds, you let the cards previously in your hands fall scattered on the mattress and got on your knees, slowly crawling to where Lara was, like a predator hunting its prey, not caring about the stack crumpling beneath your legs. “What’s the problem, Raj? Think you’d get too addicted to me?”

“You talk too much, y/l.”

“And why don’t you do something about it?”

No one could challenge Lara Raj and get away with it, and it was about time you learned that. She felt a rush of satisfaction when she saw your smug smirk give way to a look of surprise when Lara pushed you back, making your head hit the pillow as she climbed onto your hips. When your hands automatically went to grab her waist, Lara slapped them hard. “Don’t lay your peasant hands on me.”

Your eyes still had that same glint of crazy amusement that Lara always saw when you were playing. Somehow, that hint of erratic insanity, plus the sight of your hair spread out on the pillow, surrounded by cards, made you look even hotter. You purred. “So how do you want me, Ms. President?”

“I want you to use that mouth of yours for something better than just talking shit.”

She straddled higher on your body, resting her knees next to your head. In a rough grip, Lara grabbed your hair and forced your face closer to her intimacy, without even bothering to take off her own panties first. If Lara were in her right mind, it would be shameful to admit that she was at that level of desperation for any kind of friction.

You didn't complain about being handled like that, accepting everything Lara was giving you willingly. Taking the opportunity to push the president's buttons a little more, you slowly let your tongue dart through the wet fabric in a long lick, receiving a broken sigh and a stronger grip in response.

“Don’t tease me, you slut.” Lara muttered, breathing heavily, standing up just enough to take off her panties and throw them in any direction in the room. As much as she wanted to sound threatening, Lara knew it sounded more like a desperate whimper.

You didn’t comment on it, just chuckling as you watched the president take off another piece of clothing. Lara felt wet in a way she probably never had been before in her entire life, with her slick running down her thighs in a vulgar sheen and you following that path with your eyes as if it were the rainbow that would lead you to the pot of gold. Lara didn’t have the patience for that.

Grabbing your hair again, Lara lowered herself to your mouth without wasting any more time, letting out an appreciative sound as she felt your tongue exploring her folds, drinking her juices as if it tasted like nectar. She should have expected you to be good at this too, but you managed to be even better than she had thought, eating her out like a starving woman.

The sounds in the dorm were a wet obscenity that only got worse as you explored more and more of Lara with your mouth. When your teeth accidentally hit the girl's clit, Lara let out a high-pitched mewl that made her body tremble in response, while she continued to ride your face with less and less precision and more and more exasperation.

She didn't even care when you defied yet another direct order and your hands found her thighs, squeezing the skin and bringing Lara closer and closer to you, as if you wanted to get impossibly deeper inside her. Rejecting any kind of containment at that moment, Lara reached behind her back to free herself from her bra, leaving her breasts free to bounce as she continued to use your face without losing momentum.

Lara's nails were going to leave a permanent mark on your scalp with the strength she was using to grab at you. "Shit, you're so much less annoying when you're quiet like that, you know? Who would have thought that getting pussy would make you so much more tolerable."

The bed beneath you groaned and shook, the headboard banging against the wall with each new movement of Lara's hips. Maybe the neighboring dormi could hear the sounds of pleasure that echoed in the room, but who cared? Lara had enough power to make all of them forget what they heard. Or maybe she wanted them to remember. Maybe she wanted them to spread what they heard to the entire school, so that everyone would know that she was using you, marking you as her exclusive property.

Embarrassingly, the thought made the knot in Lara's stomach tighten even more. The feeling grew with each new movement of your tongue, each thrust you gave into her wet, hot channel, making louder and louder moans escape the president's throat. With her movements getting sloppier, Lara brushed back the hair that was stuck to her forehead with sweat, finally looking down in a sudden need to watch you.

She didn’t regret her decision, getting stuck in a trance when she saw the fire in your eyes, as if you had no other determination than to make Lara melt in your mouth. When your lips closed around her clit in a strong suck, finally giving attention to the neglected bud, which was throbbing for attention, Lara saw an explosion of stars behind her eyes.

“If you stop, I swear I’ll hunt you down and put your head on a spike, y/l.” She threatened with a broken moan, trying to somehow maintain control over the situation, since she had given you complete control of her own body. She wouldn’t hold out for long, not when you were fucking her so hard, while looking like that beneath her.

A few sucks later, Lara was feeling her entire body tremble with the force of her own orgasm, letting uncontrollable spasms spread through all her muscles as she fell forward. You promptly held her by the waist, letting her ride the wave of pleasure while you lapped up the result of her intense climax.

In seconds, Lara was lying next to you on the small single bed, trying to catch her breath. With her eyes closed, the girl was able to focus on her other senses, such as the smell of sex impregnated in the covers and your sweaty arms leaning side by side on that tiny mattress. In her ears, Lara heard your melodious giggle reaching her.

“You’re far more undressed than I am, Ms. President. Does that mean I won the bet?”

Lara shot you a sharp look, but you didn’t seem to care. You were beaming, that damn smirk on your face seemed to shine even brighter when Lara’s juices were still pooling on your chin. “Was that your plan, all along?”

Your features softened and the way you were looking at Lara now made her feel way more naked than just in a physical way. “No, silly. Is it hard to imagine that I just wanted some time with you?”

“That needy for my attention, huh?”

“Oh, please. You were screaming my name just a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, y/l. Just shut the fuck up again.”

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