→prompt(s):“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” & “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
a/n: this was tucked away because I was dying to use the prompts for a certain birdbrain and finally found the motivation to finish it. <3
♡characters/pairings:mafia! keigo takami (hawks) x waitress! reader
♡warnings:smut; light to heavy petting and grinding.
♡word count: 2.3k
Every night since you began working at the club, it had been the same routine. You had been warned by the other serving staff that it would happen–getting hit on by the boss, that he had made his way through them all and he always got what he wanted. Sure, Mr. Takami was a good looking man, he was downright the prettiest man you ever laid eyes on. But he was also one of the most dangerous men in the city.
It was a fifty-fifty shot which of the two had made it easy for him to bed his staff, to use them until they were broken and quit or he got bored and fired them to make room for the next walking game piece. You had been adamant during that initial conversation that it wouldn’t be you and they had all smiled while muttering ‘sure.’ But every night for the last five months, you had managed to shoot down every little pick up line, swat away his wandering hands and you did it all with a simple phrase rolling off your tongue that kept you from losing your job:
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…”
It kept the chase alive and to everyone’s surprise? The more you denied him, played hard to get, the more he wanted you. He knew that you would be the most fun yet, the harder to break the longer he would get to play with you. And being as clever as he was, Takami knew that you would never fall to the same half-ass attempts those before you had, oh no. But he kept up this little game of cat and mouse with you while he planned something much better.
“Evenin’, Mr. Takami, what can I get ya tonight?” You asked with a smile on your painted lips as you waltzed up to his usual table in the VIP section.
“You…” He drawled with a soft smirk, reaching out to capture your wrist before you could reach for your pen to jot down his order and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss at your knuckles while that golden gaze burned into you. “Ah, you know what I like.” He gave in when you cocked a brow at his antics, but he hadn’t let go of your hand just yet. “How about you join me for a drink tonight?”
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…” You replied, your tone a perfect mix of sweet and sultry as you moved to walk away with a wink, but still he hadn’t let go.
