Your F/O brings you to a sleazy dive bar and says they’ll show you how to play pool.
300 words, reader and F/O both gender neutral.
cw: alcohol, suggestive content. Rated pg.
Your F/O brings you on a date to a seedy little hole in the wall of a bar. It’s housed in a basement, and as you step down into it the smell of sweat and beer and the sound of sensual music envelopes you.
Your F/O has their arm around your shoulders as they swagger with you to the bar. They order a couple of drinks, and hand you yours when the bartender slides them toward you.
You clink your glasses together and sip your drinks. Your F/O lounges casually against the bar, one arm around you as they look out over the crowd.
Your F/O nudges you. There’s a pool table in the corner. They’ll show you how to play.
You agree, and the two of you carry your drinks out through the crowd toward the table in the corner, your F/O muscling aside anyone who gets too close to you, giving you room to walk.
They set their drink down on the edge of the pool table, and pick up a cue, holding it with ease. They grind a chalk from the table on the cue’s tip and show you how to do the same as you pick up a cue for yourself.
Your F/O sets up the balls on the table, and says they’ll show you how to ‘break’.
They tell you to lean against the table and you do so, holding your cue.
Suddenly you feel their body pressing against your back. They gently take your wrists and guide your stance, showing you how to hold and aim the pool cue.
It’s all in the name of teaching you, but with their body against you, bending you over the table, you can’t help but feel a rush of heat through your body as they guide you…
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