Proprietorial - Glamrock Bonnie X FemReader

Miscommunication.

"Turkey?! What the hell does turkey mean? That can't be a real term, you're just making shit up, now," You watched Bonnie as he returned to his seat with his hands behind his head, smirking all the way.

"Oh, it's real alright. And it means that you're losing,"

You gazed at the television currently mocking you and your position in the game. You were currently at 123 points.

Which, in hindsight, wouldn't be too bad...If your opponent wasn't a cocky rabbit with enough skills for four people.

"I am NOT losing. I'll make you eat your words and I'm going to enjoy every second of it," You taunted, taking your next turn. You luckily knocked all of the pins down on your second try, spinning around and giving him a look of superiority. He pretended to be impressed, sarcastically clapping his hands for you.

"Wow, maybe you should be the one teaching me, huh?" He stared up at you and you flipped him off.

"Just hurry up and lose already, I'm tired of your bullshit," You placed your arm over your eyes as you sat. He laughed at your comment and stood up swiftly.

"Apologies for wasting your time, princess. I'll make this quick, then," He stretched his arms above his head, and you peeked under your arm as he walked past you.

You analyzed his lean body as he bent over and effortlessly plucked his ball from the ball rack.

He tossed the ball with a spin, making it go so fast, your eyes couldn't keep up.

You were partially confused when all you heard was all 10 pins being knocked over simultaneously. You sat up promptly and blinked to make sure you weren't seeing things. Your jaw closed just as fast as it opened, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

"Your turn. Make this one count, yeah?" He personally handed you your ball in hopes of rattling you. That's how you felt about his actions, anyway. You snatched it from him and pushed past him.

"Save your breath for when you're begging me not to beat you, bunny," You approached the lane and inhaled deeply. You had to get nothing but strikes from here on if you wanted to win.

You can do it!

Just as you were about to reel your arm back, you felt a presence looming over you from behind. You looked back and he pulled your face by your chin to face forwards again. Your eyes widened at how he handled you, toiling to dismiss your newfound blush. You wanted to speak, but his hands gently grabbing your midsection proved that to be very difficult. You swallowed hard when one traveled down your arm and stopped at your hands, guiding you silently. You prayed to whatever existed above that he could not hear your heartbeat, because currently, that's all you could hear.

I can do this...this is still very doable, (y/n).

"Straighten your back," Bonnie said. You did as he said and straightened up your stance, feeling his abdomen graze your shoulders. He was bent over as he helped you, making you feel even more awkward. "Now don't try to hit the middle pin. Try and focus on the ball, instead,"

"Focus...focus? Focus on...the ball, got it," You repeated after him and nodded.

"Good. Focus on how much strength you have and how much power you'd like to transfer...into it,"

You looked down at his hands shadowing your own, a dry lump forming in your throat.

"Fill the ball with your intent and watch as it does exactly as you desire," He pulled away from your body and left you standing there with no thoughts and no ability focus, whatsoever.