BET: C.S. in which. . .you lose a bet with a frat president
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), alcohol use, humping, innocent!reader, hair pulling, dirty talk (lmk if i forgot anything!!) -> 1.7k
miserable. that was how you'd describe your current state. your shoes stuck to the beer covered floor of the frat house as loud rap music thumped in your ears and your glasses fogged from the cloud of heat that arose from the sweaty mass of college students dancing, yelling, and grinding on each other. your friends had finally convinced you to come out with them, and you were regretting every decision that had led you to this point.
"hey," an unfamiliar male voice said, the stupid smirk on his face evident in his voice. you whipped around, expecting to see one of your friends, only to be met with blue eyes and a mop of brown curls, that smirk still plastered on his face. "you having fun?"
you ignored him, pulling out your phone to see where your friends, who had disappeared into the clump of bodies, were at.
"aww, c'mon. don't be like that." he pouted, taking a sip of whatever was in his red solo cup, allowing you to smell the alcohol on his breath.
"not interested." you rolled your eyes and chewed on your thumbnail; where were they?
the boy snorted. "i'm chris. y'know. . .the president?"
you shrugged. the hierarchy of greek life had never made since to you. "doesn't ring a bell."
"you want a drink?" he continued, seemingly unaware of your annoyance.
"no."
chris studied you, head cocked to the side. "you're not having fun?"
god, did he ever shut up? "no. i don't usually go out." your voice was steely, irritated as you thought about the chemistry test that you could be studying for right now.
"like, ever?"
"yep," you said, popping the p. "anyway, like i said, i'm not interested, but i'm sure someone else is." you gestured to the crowd of girls in tiny tops who were eyeing chris as they whispered to their friends while you went to move around this fraternity president and his questions.
"wait," chris grabbed your wrist, suddenly seeming to sober up. "no one leaves one of my parties without having fun."
you rolled your eyes. "well, i'll be the one person who does."
"wanna bet?"
you didn't know what it was. maybe it was your irritation with him, or the need to get out of this dirty house, or his crooked smile that you couldn't deny made your stomach do flips. "y'know what? fine."
"if you have fun, you'll never hear from me again and i get the bragging rights." chris laughed.
"and if i don't?"
"you suck my dick whenever i want, wherever i want. for one week." he grinned.
you paused. that was unexpected. you knew you shouldn't make this bet because you knew you weren't having fun here and he would make good on it. however, you couldn't deny the heat that arrowed to your core and pooled between your legs at the thought of your lips wrapped around him.
"deal?" chris held out his hand.
"deal." you said firmly, shaking his hand.
chris took your hand, pulling you through the crowd into the kitchen. before you knew it, you were being introduced to a number of brothers whose names you couldn't keep track of. a drink was pressed into your hands, the scent of alcohol reeking from it. as much as you snorted at the antics of the frat brothers and people doing keg stands, you couldn't deny your want for a hot shower and your bed.
"you're not having fun, are you?" chris asked, just as your friend group came up to you, done with the party and ready for drunken taco bell.
you peered up at him through the party lights and your foggy glasses. "you win, i guess."
the brunette smirked, passing you his phone. "number please, mama."
you wanted to cringe at the name, wanted to think about the dozens of other girls he had probably called that. still, you couldn't deny your blush as you quickly typed your number into chris' phone. "see you around." you grumbled, trying to feign annoyance. you didn't want to think about him.
"oh, you will."
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"hey mama."
you yelped as you felt the tap on your shoulder before covering your mouth, realizing you were in the library. you yanked off your headphones, looking up at chris. "what are you doing here?"
"i'm ready to reap the benefits of my bet now." he smiled.
"too late." you shrugged.
it had been nearly a week since the party, and you hadn't heard from chris. you'd assumed he'd forgotten, most likely drunk out of his mind and high on something when he made the bet.
"that's not how it works!" chris laughed.
"well, i'm busy." you gestured to your calculus textbook and pens and papers.
"you can study at my place. . .after, of course." he said, flicking your nose.
"has anyone ever told you you're fucking annoying?" you huffed, irritated at being interrupted in the middle of studying triple integrals.
"maybe once or twice," chris shrugged. "i'll buy you a coffee." he added, looking at your empty starbucks cup.
"you sure do know how to get the ladies, don't you?" you asked cynically, packing up your bookbag.
"only the ones i think are cute."
your stomach flipped at the sentence, but you quickly brushed it off, gathering your things. "only if i get my coffee first."
"jesus, you're feisty. what are you, pre-law?" chris asked, tugging at the end of your braid.
"pre-med." you said simply, already walking towards the campus coffee shop.
"ew, blood 'n shit." chris laughed, either oblivious to your irritation or not caring.
you shrugged as you gave the barista your order. "i like helping people."
chris smoothly slid the barista his card, paying for your coffee as promised. "cute. you gonna be like the doctors on grey's anatomy and stuff?"
"that's the plan," you popped a straw in your caramel macchiato once your name was called, taking a large sip and relishing in the caffeine boost. "you?"
chris shrugged. "i dunno. i'm too young to think about all that stuff," he sighed, holding the door open for you to step out into the chilly october breeze. "doesn't it get tiring? always chasing the next big goal?"
"i mean. . .yeah, i miss out on stuff because of my goals, but i hope one day it's worth it." you said, suddenly bashful at chris' attentive gaze on you.
"then i guess i should give you a taste of what exists outside of the science buildings, hmm?" he murmured, sliding a hand down to cup the small of your back.
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"voila," chris threw open the door to his room. "welcome to the king's lair."
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help noticing that his room was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the frat house. part of you wondered if he'd done it because he knew you were coming over, but you quickly brushed away the thought. you were here because you'd lost a bet, not because he cared about you.
chris kicked his shoes off, flopping back on the bed and turning on the TV. "music requests?"
"you're serious about this, huh?" you asked, putting your bookbag down and tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed.
"deadly." chris smirked.
you blushed, suddenly shy. "i. . .i don't know how."
"you've never given a blowjob? you're kidding," chris' eyes were wide. "you should've told me that! i wouldn't have made that bet with you. most girls here are. . .eager."
"well. . .what if i want to learn?" you asked, trying to sound sultry. "sorry, that probably sounded stupid."
chris shook his head, placing a hand on your thigh. "i can teach you, if you want."
you gulped, but nodded, eyes wide. chris gently took your hand, guiding it to the waistband of his sweats and boxers. "tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?"
you lifted the brunette's shirt, revelaing his soft tummy and happy trail leading lower. suddenly sure of yourself, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to the warm skin.
chris let out a throaty groan at the contact, your plump, glossy lips and doe eyes looking at him through your big glasses making him already hard underneath you. "just like that."
spurred on by the praise, you helped him pull his pants and boxers down, your mouth going dry at the sight of his dick. he was long and thick, already hard for you and dripping with pre cum. "now what?" you asked innocently.
chris chuckled at your innocence, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking slightly. "now you suck."
you wet your lips, taking a deep breath before kitten licking the tip of his cock. as soon as your warm, wet mouth made contact with his skin, chris was hissing with pleasure.
"fuck, mama. that feels good."
slowly, you began to take more of him into your mouth, suckling slightly. before long, you bottomed out, his tip kissing the back of your throat and making you gag. you loved it, though. hearing chris groan under your touch made you realize why your friends were so eager to give head.
"that's it," chris gently used the hand in your hair to guide you, but not without pulling on your locks with a smirk. "you like sucking this big dick? can't believe i get to be the first guy who gets to have your pretty little lips around my cock."
you moaned at the dirty talk, the crotch of your panties becoming sticky with chris' vulgarity. you were still a bit unsure of yourself, but chris guiding you helped as you sucked and licked, running the flat of your tongue along the vein that on the bottom of his length.
"oh fuck," he cursed as he watched you begin to hump his leg, your body desperate for pleasure. "shit, you're so fuckin' goodddd at this."
you began to suck harder as you rode his leg, desperate for more of his praises. chris, one of the most popular people on campus, wanted you. he shoved your head down further, making you gag and tears form in your eyes.
"holy fuck, 'm gonna cum. may i?" he whispered breathlessly.
you nodded around his dick, and within seconds, white, hot ropes of cum were shooting down your throat. you pulled off, looking up at chris as you wiped your eyes and licked your lips.
"open," he tapped your chin. "shit, look at you swallowin' my cum like a good girl." he murmured, inspecting your mouth.
you blushed, trying to gather your thoughts. "i hope that was okay." you whispered.
"fuck, that was amazing." chris cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"so, uh, i guess we're done now?" you asked quietly, silently hoping chris would say otherwise.
"i said a week," he countered with a gleam in his eyes. "whenever and wherever i want."
"i think i can make do with that." you whispered, kissing his cheek.
CHLO YAPS: thank you, anon, for the request 😛 should i make a full au out of this? because i loveeee the idea of frat boy!chris x nerd!reader even though i know it's been done a million times LMAO. also, thank you all for 100 followers already!! it means the world to me <3
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