shackled || dom!male x reader

♡ fourteen ♡

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He smiled softly. "Yes, I'm ready but..." His gaze softened, and he nudged his head towards the bar.
I blushed and widened my eyes. "I've never drank before." I explained, looking to the ground. He smiled softly. "That's fine, I won't force you to do anything." He explained, beginning to walk up to the front desk. I grabbed his sleeve before he walked away. "Wait." I said.
He turned and looked down at me. I fiddled with his sleeve. "Um... I always wanted to try it, though." I said. He eyed me, then his gaze softened. "Alright, we'll be responsible." He said, giving me a soft smile. "Now come on, we have to get our shoes and alley." He said, grabbing my hand and turning around, pulling me with him to the front desk.

He purchased one game and the lady at the desk put in both of our names... Well not names. We told her to put in 'barista' and 'regular', and she was obviously very confused. She asked us our shoe sizes, then handed us our bowling shoes.
I wore mine and grinned, then looked at him. "Thank you by the way." I said. He looked down at me. "You can thank me after the game. First you gotta beat me, remember?" He asked. I gave him a competitive toothy grin, then started walking backwards to the bar. "Prepare to get beat, regular." I said. He started walking towards me, putting his hands in his pockets, then he gave me a gentle head tilt. "Remember what happened last time you walked backwards?"
The moment he said those words, I froze and stopped walking and went right next to his side, grabbing his arm.

He smiled softly at me, then took me to the bar. "Anything you specifically want?" He asked. I bit my lip and looked at all the alcohols on display on the counter. "Not really. Can you get me whatever you get yourself?" I asked, looking up at him. He smiled and ordered two drinks. The bartender started making a drink that seemed to be red. My regular then grabbed both of them and walked towards our bowling alley. I followed him. "So, what'd you get?" I asked. He placed them on our table and looked at me. "They're typical fruit cocktails. I normally get something stronger, and I'd rather you start mellow." He explained. I smiled. That's sweet of him. He didn't get his favorite drink so I'd feel comfortable.

He grabbed his cocktail and drank out of the straw. I bit my lip as I watched him, then grabbed my drink. I hesitated, but then drank out of the straw.

To my surprise, it tasted like a normal fruity drink. The only difference was swallowing it burned my throat the slightest.
I smacked my lips a few times, then smiled. "That's pretty good!" I said. He smiled softly, grabbing an orange bowling ball and holding it up. "I'm glad you like it." He said.

I then looked up at the screen, and realized I had the first turn, the name barista glowing. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. "Ya know, you could've written your normal name." I said. He rolled his eyes, which made me laugh.

I began to choose a ball, before he stopped me by standing behind me. "Wait." He said.
I turned to look at him, but he turned me back around so his chest was facing my back. He grabbed my hand, then took the hair tie from earlier off my wrist. I felt him grab my hair, then softly run his fingers through it. I looked to the ground and blushed as he put my hair into a ponytail.
He pulled away. "Now you look ready for a competition." He said.
I kinda wished he pulled on it, for some reason.

Ew, stop thinking of weird things, Y/N.

With a hot face, I went back to choose a ball. I grabbed a medium sized ball and went up to the line. I swung my arm back and forth, then rolled the bowling ball. It hit 6 pins. I grinned and threw my hands in the air. "Woo! 4 more to go." I celebrated. I turned to grab my second ball, since this game had 2 tries for each person. I grabbed my second ball, swung, and this time got a gutter. I pouted and turned to look at him.
He was leaning against the table, cocktail in one hand, and other hand propping on the table behind him. He gave me a slow blink, head tilt and shrug in a 'pretty good' tone. He put his cocktail down and walked towards me.

He grabbed a heavier ball, then walked to the line. He swung once, then rolled it. He rolled it much faster, and it was almost perfectly in the middle. He got a strike on the first try. He turned to look at me, and my mouth was open in amazement. That's when I narrowed my eyes at him. "Wait. How'd you-" I began.
He walked up to me and grabbed a medium sized ball, handing it to me. "Your finger positioning is wrong, first of all. You're using your pointer and middle."
He then grabbed my hand, then grabbed my middle finger and ring finger. "You use your middle and ring." He explained, then putting my two fingers in the two holes.

I then blushed, getting flashbacks from that night... He used his middle and ring fingers on me that night... I looked up at him, my face glowing with discoloration.
He looked down at me. I know he was thinking of the same exact thing as me. He then looked ahead of him. Once the machine reset the pins, he continued his lesson. He stayed behind me and grabbed my wrist of the hand that was holding the ball. "You want to swing once, preferably. And with as much force as you can." He explained, his head right next to mine. He moved my wrist forward, then backward, then forwards again. I let go of the ball and let it roll. My eyes widened when I saw it roll in the middle, and hit the middle pin. A strike.

I stared in amazement, until I felt his hands move up my arms. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering.
"Everyone thinks it's about speed, when it's really about rhythm."

I don't think he's talking about the ball anymore...