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Teach Me

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Characters: Cal McCarthy x F!Reader

Summary: When spending a night alone at a dive bar leaves you smitten with a particularly skilled pool player you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: NSFW - Vaginal sex, repeated use of 'cowboy' bc I can, creampie, praise, dirty talk

A/N: Yes this is just an excuse to express my love for cowboy JDM. I know Cal is a deadbeat kinda asshole in the film (really sparked the daddy issues there), but I'd like to think he could be pretty affectionate with someone intimately. So that's what this is ;) P.S. I have never played pool in my entire life

The glass slid towards you, the liquor within it swirling and rippling for a moment before you stilled it with your hand. After grasping your fourth or fifth drink of the night you lifted your head to stare at the man that had captured your interest for the past hour, the undefeated master of pool, judging by the many victories and complete lack of losses he'd had the entire time you'd been watching him, and probably even before you arrived. He was handsome in that rough and rugged type of way, the way he'd lean up after taking a shot with the pool cue and his tongue would pass over his bottom lip, flashing a smile right afterwards that made your stomach flutter. And that cowboy hat? Well, he was totally your thing. You downed the last of your drink, throwing it back before placing it back down onto the counter and sliding off of the barstool. Call it liquid courage, but when you stood to your feet and started to approach him you knew you were only happy for this night to end in one way, and that was beneath him. He just got done with his latest match, his opponent grumbling something incoherent before storming off defeated whilst the man of the hour gathered his prize, a couple of twenty dollar bills sprawled across one edge of the pool table.

"Hey."

He turned to face you, folding the bills and stuffing them into his pocket.

"You looking to play?" He queried with slightly furrowed brows, the apparent confusion written all over his face as you didn't look the type to play pool.

You weren't.

"Oh no, god I'd be hopeless. Especially against the likes of you."

Your first bit of flattery draws a chuckle out of him as he leans back against the pool table, nonchalantly stuffing one hand into his pocket.

"And the name of the man whose emptied the wallets of about five guys in the past hour is?"

"Cal." He says, a smile still lingering on his lips as he took his hat off and rested it on the surround of the pool table.

You knew you were being rather forward, but he didn't seem to be refusing any of your advancements, and it only encouraged you further.

"Well, Cal," you started whilst you took slow steps towards him, "could you show me how to play?"

Despite the innocence in your eyes at your suggestion, your intention was entirely the opposite, and Cal knew it.

"Sure I can hon, just gimme a minute."

You nodded, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic about his acceptance of your impulsive offer. You watched as he set all of the balls into a triangular rack and then lifted it off to set it aside. He rounded the table back to where you stood and then chalked the pool cue, something you'd watched him do a dozen times since he'd caught your eye tonight.

"Who taught you how to play?" You asked out of pure curiosity as he placed the white cue ball down on the table and leaned over.

"My old man. Playing pool's in my blood, feel like I've been doin' it ever since I could walk." He remarked as he gave the cue ball a firm shot, and you watched as it collided with the others, breaking up the formation and scattering them out all over the table.

Cal watched them closely, like he was calculating something, and then walked to one side of the pool table.

"C'mere." He accompanied his demand by patting the wooden edge of the table, and you made your way to the space he indicated for you without the slightest hesitation.

He chalked the pool cue before passing it to you, and you took it from him, holding it rather awkwardly. It was painfully obvious that it wasn't natural to you. Cal made his way behind you, and it was hard to suppress the smug smile teasing at your lips when he carefully placed a hand on the small of your back.

"Show me your dominant hand."

You slightly raised your dominant hand, and his hand pressed over the back of yours, fingers closing around it to guide it to wherever it needed to be. He brought it to a point towards the back of the stick, then pressed it gently against your hip.

"Alright, lean over."

You did just that, bending over and feeling the way he was pressed up behind you as he moved in closer, his arms reaching around you. He peered over your shoulder as he reached for your free hand and placed it on the table.

"Spread your fingers apart."

You put some space between your fingers.

"And you're gonna wanna keep the cue here."

He moved the cue to the space between your thumb and index finger, and then moved his hands to rest on your hips. You hoped the subtle music and general ambience of the bar were enough to disguise the small hitch in your breath as he held you, as he touched you.

"Now just spread your feet apart a little, and relax. If you tighten up your grip you'll screw your shot."

You knew Cal was being serious in his advice, but you couldn't help but allow some of the words to have a double meaning. Especially since his groin was pressing into your backside, and he was practically husking every one of his demands into your ear due to the closeness. You slightly spread your feet apart, steadying yourself to prepare to take the shot, then took it. The cue ball tumbled towards a red one, hitting it at such an angle it ricocheted off the edge of the table and tumbled straight into one of the pockets. Maybe it was just beginner's luck, but the hands of the pro responsible for your newly acquired pool skills were still holding your hips, so you begged to differ.

"Oh shit!" You mumbled with a surprised giggle, and Cal's laughter mixed with your own.

"Atta girl." He praised as he pecked your cheek, his stubble pressing into your skin when he did, and then he leaned off of you.

A little flustered you straightened your back and turned to face him, passing the pool cue back to him. His fingers brushed over yours when he took it from you, and the way his eyes never tore from the gaze of your own keen irises had you weak in the knees.

"Not interrupting a game here am I?" The voice of a stranger interrupted your moment, and Cal turned to look at him with a slight tilt of his head.

"Not at all, you lookin' to play?"

"Sure as hell am." The man replied.

The stranger wandered off to retrieve a pool cue and Cal turned his attention back towards you, reaching past you to take his hat from where he'd laid it on the table and place it on your head, the odd feeling of a far too large cowboy hat sitting on your hair making you snicker.

"You stick around and we can talk some more after this game, how's that sound, doll?" He paired his words with his thumb and index finger taking hold of your chin, and you looked up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back slightly to stop the hat from obscuring your vision.

"Better yet." You drawled as you removed the hat from your head, using your free hand to smooth down your ruffled hair.

You leaned in afterwards till your lips were inches from his ear, the side of your face pressing into his stubble.

"You win this game and we'll go wherever you like, how's that sound?"

A beat passed before you leaned back to look at him, and the sense of pride you felt was instant. His eyes were glazed over with utter lust, and his top teeth were pressed into the underside of his bottom lip, though it was mostly disguised by the scruff of his beard.

"Alright, you're on." He murmured pointedly, moving to the pool table as his opponent returned, and you moved off to the side to spectate.

He never had to try all too hard to pull off a win, but if there was any sort of effort he could put in to secure his already outstanding chances, he was. Cal was making eyes at you occasionally throughout, eyes boring into yours with every perfect shot, and eventually, he'd wiped the table clean. Poor guy never stood a chance, or even took a single shot. Cal chuckled as he pocketed the last ball, turning to his slack-jawed opponent, and holding his hand out with an open palm in a self-congratulatory manner.

"Twenty dollars, right, pal?"

It was arrogant, but he had every right to be. The guy sighed as he reached into his pocket placing a twenty dollar bill into his palm and then walked off, smart enough not to attempt to win his money back in a rematch. Cal stuffed the money into his pocket with the rest of it before sauntering back towards you, and you made no attempt to disguise the admiration in your eyes. Not one bit. He took his cowboy hat back from you as you'd been holding it for him the entire short, almost one player game, and placed it back onto his head.

"So, how 'bout that bet?" Cal reminded with a shit-eating grin, like he was on cloud nine.

You laughed and placed one hand on his chest, running it down his button-up shirt.

"Lead the way, cowboy."

Cal was staying at a motel not too far, and your back was pressed against the inside of the door to his room before you knew it. His hands were all over you, caressing your waist whilst his lips moved against yours, only drawing a hand back once to toss his hat aside, and then it was on you again. He eventually pulled you from the door with the grip he had on your hips, slamming your chest against his whilst he spun you, beginning a slow walk that backed you in the direction of the bed until it hit your calves and sent you falling back onto it. After landing on the sheets you dug your fingers into the waistband of your mini skirt whilst Cal unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall down his shoulders until he shook it off, and then yanked the white tank top he'd worn beneath it over his head. As his top landed on the floor so did your panties, then his hands worked at his belt, undoing it before pulling it through the belt loops of his jeans and slinging it onto the floor to join the rest of the crumpled pile of clothing. Cal was impatient, his fingers quick to unbutton his jeans and let them carelessly fall to gather at his ankles, not even bothering to step out of them. Gazing down at you sprawled on the bed beneath him he slipped his hands beneath the underside of your thighs and pulled you towards him, the sudden jerk of your body and the way your lower half tipped over the edge of the bed before being supported with his own making you laugh.

"Eager much?" You teased as he lifted one of your legs and propped it up on his shoulder, his hand resting just above your knee to keep your leg straightened out against him, and he chuckled.

"Ain't this my reward for being such a damn good player?"

He'd shoved the waistband of his boxers down until it fell with the rest of the garments gathered at his ankles, something you hadn't noticed until you felt him sink into you, the sudden stretch around him eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

"Holy shit." You cursed, your hand instinctively seizing the wrist of the hand he was using to grip your hip.

It just felt like you needed something, anything to hold. Something to dig your nails into, something to ease you through the feel of his slow, intense thrusts. Every now and then, when he'd bury himself inside you and draw all the way back out again, his eyes would screw shut for a moment. His head even tipped back, and the groans that would rumble from his throat rendered the slow, punctuated roll of his hips inefficient. You needed more.

"Fuck Cal, just give it to me baby, please."

When he lifted his head to look back at you there was an eagerness to his eye that made you feel as though you should be bracing yourself. He planted a soft kiss on the inner side of your thigh before coming down closer to you, the way your leg was still propped against him allowing him to angle himself even deeper, the fullness making you whimper.

"You want it, huh?" He rasped.

All you could muster was the frantic nod of your head, the words in your mouth failing with the feel of every move he made, and he smiled. He brought your other leg up onto his shoulder and leaned down until he was practically folding you in half, the angle and the feel of your knees pressing against your chest winding you. Then, heaven. His thrusts were hard, the pace of his hips leaving you a breathless, moaning mess, eyes slightly rolling every time he buried himself inside you, over and over. It was an onslaught, something to which you succumbed to, especially when he crashed his lips against yours. He tasted like caffeine and cigarettes, a wildly fitting combination for the type of man he was. There was no way the thin walls of this motel were containing your cries, so the press of his lips would have to serve as the only way of muffling your earnest, untamed noises, every thrust drawing out a stream of euphonious, needy moans. He leaned back just to let you breathe, lips parting to speak.

"Damn, you sound so fuckin' pretty. You gonna cum, sweetheart?"

All you could do was fall into a string of curses and pleads, every one of your pretty pleases mixed in with your shaky sharp breaths bringing you both closer to release. He only fucked into you harder when he felt you clench around him, your head tipping back as your back arched and you felt the urge to squirm, but his body kept you pinned beneath him. It didn't take much longer for his relentless, undeviating thrusts to grow sloppier, the low, rough grunts flowing from his throat growing louder until he spilt inside of you. He stilled his movements and leaned up enough to allow you to move your legs, to which you languidly rested them on either side of his hips, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. When your shallow breaths eventually evened out he pecked your lips and leaned off of you, breath heavy as he straightened his back. Cal leaned down to slide his boxers back up his legs, then his loose-fitting jeans, and the space beside you dipped as he laid down at the head of the bed with a sigh.

"Well, don't think I ever had a pay-off like that before." He chuckled a little breathlessly.

You snorted your laughter, the flattery prompting you to lean up and crawl to him, his half-lidded eyes fixed on you as you moved to him and settled down on top of him, hands resting at his sides while you rested your chin on his chest.

"Lot more where that came from if you take my number, cowboy."

He grinned at the persistent pet name and used his index finger to pick your chin up from his chest, his thumb soon joining to cup your chin and tilt your head to look at him.

"I think it'd make me the stupidest man in the world if I didn't, course hon. Tell you what, you go get cleaned up and we'll grab a bite to eat."

His thumb dragged lightly across your bottom lip as he spoke, and you hardly had much to dispute when it came to the evening plans he'd sprung upon you.

"Sure." You muttered, a smile teasing at the corners of your mouth as you leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.

You sat up afterwards, turning to make your way off the bed but halting for a moment when you felt a playful hand come down on your ass, the sensation making you let out a surprised gasp.

"Cal!"

He only laughed as you continued to scramble off the bed and spun to face him when you stood to your feet, the light of gratification in his eyes not lost on you.

"Go on, I'm hungry."

You rolled your eyes and headed to the bathroom, excitement in your step as you did.

The night sure as hell ended the one way you wanted it to.

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