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Temptation

__ Pairing: "Hatter" Danma Takeru x female reader Scenario: not set in the borderlands, Hatter gang boss au? (not really bc we know what he did before taking over the shop...), he runs an organization and you fall into his hands as he takes interest in your hostess club Content/ Warnings: a little bit of everything, angsty with humor idk...; threats, mention of a gun, flirting, use of the word "mamasan", endearments (pretty lady, sweetheart, my dear), suggestive, reader blushing once. Word Count: 2500+ Note: I wrote this long ago (after watching aib season 1 and seeing Kaneko Nobuaki in Smoking) and never posted it. Missing a real plot but what else is new? Poorly edited and I realized calling him Hatter in this doesn't make sense but it is what it is. I had such a desire to write for this man and nothing made it to the light of day since I never finished anything properly. This is nonsensical but I simply don't have it in me to make sth more out of it. Take it or leave it.

"Put that down. We're not going to shoot her, so there's no reason for you to aim", Hatter ordered his guy and lazily gestured towards him.

Your guard, if you could call him that, hesitated to do what was asked of him.

"But she attacked us, boss."

"I don't tolerate violence against women. Unless it's a kink thing and consensual, we're not hurting the lady. So don't make me repeat myself because even if she had killed your goldfish, I wouldn't care." His voice was rough and he was standing firm, letting the other know not to talk back to him again.

His man lowered the gun and Hatter sighed, seemingly pleased.

"Now, you can keep an eye on her and make sure she's happy until I come back", he spoke calmly as he turned away to leave.

"What if I kill him and find you personally?", you asked loudly in a provocative tone. "Will you change your morals then?"

A chuckle escaped Hatter as he swirled around slowly and faced you again.

"Feisty. Just how I like them."

He grinned amused and walked up to you, eyes entirely focused on yours.

"You can leave, I will take care of her myself", he adviced the other.

He came to stand in front of you and bend down, lowering himself to your height to meet your gaze, and placed is hands on your thighs.

"But boss, didn't you have to be somewhere else?", the man quietly reminded and bowed his head slightly, talking back for the second time.

Hatter shot him a meaningful look. "Well, I'll be busy here. They'll just have to wait for me. So, get out!"

Your previous guard quickly made his way to the exit of the room, leaving the two of you behind.

You felt your heart beating fast in your chest when Hatter stood so close to you, his face only centimeters away from yours.

His smug grin grew bigger as you swallowed under his piercing gaze.

Then suddenly he pushed himself up and walked around you. "You should accompany me to dinner. Be my guest."

Swiftly he removed the ties from your wrists before he took a step back, walking around you, holding out a hand in your direction.

You looked directly at his face, not making a move to get up, ignoring his gesture entirely.

"Your men walked into my business, threatened my employees, attempting to force me into giving you shares of our earnings if we want to keep living. I merely even defended myself and they took me here. And now you think you could ask me out to dinner? I don't know what you truly want but you're not getting anything from me. And especially not my business."

"Darling, this is not a negotiation. I was just being polite." He smiled and lowered his hand again.

"The way I see it, you can either take up on my offer or you'll have a lot of unpleasant business with those ridiculous street gangs coming in to your club. They already do, don't they?"

"If that's supposed to be a threat, it's a really poor one. What a sad little life must others lead if this is enough to make them cave. Does this normally work for you? You might want to consider changing your profession." You spoke almost lazily but your gaze was unwavering.

He smiled charmingly.

"You're barely more than a stripper and if you want to keep your little hostess club, we're gonna turn it into my establishment. It comes with a lot of benefits, I guarantee you that. You will thank me for it later." He paused, taking a deep breath for the dramatic effect. "Besides, I know it's not really your business."

You thought for a moment. It seemed, he had done his research.

In the end, you couldn't deny that having someone with a little bit of influence as back up for potential threats would be useful in your kind of profession. That wasn't your decision to be made, though.

And not that you were so weak but his assumption wasn't entirely wrong. You weren't to keen on having small groups harassing your girls. And yes, you saw them as your girls.

"Look down on me all you want. But you're the one playing king here in his little world and your men weren't exactly nice either. And if you know I'm not the actual owner than why are you talking to me in the first place? What do you need me for?"

He laughed quietly and looked at you, making an acknowledging expression.

"I see you're not dumb. Good. Then we both know you'll be the one convincing your mamasan to go into business with us."

"So you want me to tell her that this insanely attractive man approached me and being the tiny, little slave to my hormones that I am, I couldn't think straight and therefore got confused, letting him give me directions for my job?"

Your question was playful despite knowing it could have been risky to challenge someone like him to a game like this.

"If that's the case", he smirked slightly at your words, his eyes taxing you. That compliment didn't go unnoticed.

"Tell her whatever you must so she'll hold up her end of the deal. I'm sure she'll listen to you better and it would be less of a hazard for her to hear it from you, being the dear, partial owner that you are."

You nodded slowly. That must have been a thorough background check he had run on the business, or on you.

"As long as you can guarantee that no one touches the girls, I might actually consider it. And I will believe your words when I have a contract in hand."

"My men aren't me and actions speak louder than words. Still, if that's your only request, I ensure we'll get right on that paperwork."

"It's a pleasure making business with you." You mimed a smile, squinting your eyes at him briefly as you spoke half sarcastically.

"So how does that dinner invitation sound now that we sealed the deal? We should celebrate with some drinks."

He extended his hand towards you again and this time you took it.

Getting up from the chair elegantly, you came to stand in front of him.

You knew that whatever friendliness he offered, was solely to charm you until he had his share. He could also threaten you to death, that simply didn't seem to be his style.

But you also knew that everyone else would try the same thing.

Plus, Hatter was probably still rather well mannered and decent with his morals in comparison to others.

A lot of clubs were under control of the yakuza or organisations associated with them at least. When you started your work in this area you were aware this was likely to happen, so it shouldn't have surprised you.

His offer almost sounded too sweet, though. That's what made you sceptic.

The way he didn't care and let his men take you to him when you showed the tiniest bit of resistance wondered you.

A small business like yours couldn't be of that much significance to him to be worth the trouble.

Furthermore, he was neither very old, nor very young, giving off a rather fit and sly impression. You guessed him to be in his mid thirties maybe. Also his presence was strong and interesting.

There was a lot of confidence in that man but not the arrogant, youthful kind that so easily led to recklessness.

He knew exactly, what he was doing.

And who knew, maybe you could even end up liking to work with a guy like him. If he didn't try to screw you over too much.

And you had to admit that he, indeed, wasn't half as bad looking.

"Isn't it too early to announce that?", you asked with a cocky expression.

"It is sealed to me. If you can't get the agreement, you will be the one to sign and live with the consequences. I always get my way."

Even these words, he found a way to make them sound charming with that slight smirk on his face.

"Interesting, the same goes for me." You briefly licked over your lips. "I just want to know the business in good hands. I'm sure you understand that."

He smiled, endearingly almost, his view shortly directed at the ground between the both of you.

"Consider it to be in the best hands then."

"And whose hands are those exactly?", you wanted to know. He certainly was very sure of himself.

"Ah where are my manners? I must have forgotten to introduce myself at the sight of such a pretty lady", he spoke in amusement and tilted his head.

"Danma Takeru."

"Danma", you repeated slowly.

It didn't ring any bell. Definetely not one of the names mamasan had mentioned to you before.

Still, you wondered if they had some kind of history you didn't know of.

"Oh no, that's Takeru for you, sweetheart." His tone was flirtatious but charming.

"I hope you understand that I don't look down on you and in fact respect you very much."

He must really have a way with the ladies, you thought.

Asking you to call him by his first name, despite the difference in age and profession, not to mention you clearly weren't friends, was almost scandalous.

"If it's Takeru, you don't take me serious." That was merely an observation, more so a light accusation. In other words, you were calling a bluff.

"Quite the opposite, I take you very serious."

There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at you as he spoke, that you couldn't decipher.

"So serious that your word on the deal is enough for me."

He slowly walked backwards with an amused face, not letting you out of his sight.

"Serious to the point where I don't want you tied to a chair in a room with any of my men. And also serious in a way that makes me want your company for dinner", he continued sincerely.

"But maybe, if you're not ready for that, you'll walk out of here today and we'll reschedule. I sure know where to find you", Hatter suggested joyfully as he had turned his back to you again and wandered out of the room, letting the door stay wide open.

Undeniably, that man was an interesting character. And he got you tamed almost too easily.

Only a few days later you found yourself at a table for two in a private room of a rather fancy restaurant with Hatter.

The lights were dimmed and the interior a mix of red fabrics and dark wood.

You didn't take there was anything romantic about your dinner but the atmosphere in this place would not have stood in the way of that possibly changing either.

So far you had quite enjoyed eating in company like this.

At first Hatter had made some usual small talk, compliments about your dress in his typical charming way. He's been a true gentlemen.

Almost like it was an actual dinner invitation and not solely about taking an opportunity for making more money.

"You might wonder why I show any interest in your business at all. Well, my dear, I've always fancied the idea of being a host club owner but for now part of a hostess club might do as well. And you already have a permit for dancing and seemed to have impeccable taste in music for such a young lady."

You didn't like him calling you young lady. It didn't suit you all too well.

Also your association with it mainly was being scolded by a parent, so you scrunched your nose slightly at the term.

How exactly have had this man an eye on you before? And how long?

"Who doesn't love to get down to 80's rock songs?", you asked rhetorically and just probably a tad provocatively, and nipped at your glass.

"I sure do", he winked at you and then continued like nothing had happened.

"The interior design is not bad either. It isn't top class but it works for the size of the club. And you have just started out so we'll see about progress."

"The safety could use some improvement, as occurred to me through a recent incident."

He chuckled at your comment and reached for his drink.

Letting his lips linger on the glass for a bit after he had taken a sip, he tasted the alcohol with all it's different notes before he swallowed it down.

"Enough with the business talk. It seems I bore you with that. Let's get to some more enjoyable things."

He showed the hint of a smile as he looked at you calmly and placed the glass back on the table.

"You don't bore me with anything, Takeru. We can discuss everything you want", you answered like a true professional of your field suddenly.

With a bittersweet expression he lowered his gaze and let his fingers glide along his chin for a moment.

The silence didn't last long, though.

"I did not and will not pay you for your company tonight." His voice was quiet and with a serious look he met your eyes again.

"You don't have to cater to my needs."

There was something more to his words, a deeper meaning, unspoken.

"Then what happened to you always getting your way?" You made the question sound casual.

"Oh I will get my way. But you should know, this right here isn't like that. When I want someone, they come to me in free will, I can always be sure they want me the same. Even if it takes time."

You struggled briefly with the message he was giving you.

"And how can you be sure you want them?"

"I see them." A meaningful smirk spread on his face as he kept looking at you.

"The real question is: Are we both getting our way tonight?"

The mood in the room shifted noticeably, the tension unbearable.

How could he make you feel so aroused just by the look he gave you? Let alone his voice. The way he sat across from you in his dark suit. With that hint of danger in his grin.

How was his presence somehow threatening and yet so tempting?

It was your job to play men, you knew how to get them hot. But they should not so easily have that effect on you.

Usually, they didn't.

"You're gorgeous", Hatter remarked sensually as your cheeks were blushing.

His eyes were piercing and dark from lust now.

And in spite of your nipples already being visible through the thin fabric of your dress, he still waited for you to say something to confirm it was mutual.

"Not in here", you finally said, your throat feeling terribly dry, unlike other parts of you.

The corners of his mouth rose in, what one could call, pleasant surprise.

"The car is soundproof."

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