met your match | takeomi x reader

3: now

the next day, you were getting ready to go meet takeomi at the location he wrote down on the slip of paper. based on a cursory search, it was a high class cocktail bar, and you dressed the part in a dress with heels. you kept your makeup natural looking for the most part, but decided on a dark red lip color.

if nothing else, he was a highly entertaining man, and seeing him was the most fun you had in a while. not to mention the way he fingered you on the drive home, but still.

when you arrived at the cocktail bar, takeomi wasn't outside, so you went inside and immediately spotted him. he sat at a two person table, his side facing the entrance.

it was funny how your body was naturally attracted to his, like how you knew who he was right as you entered the bar or how your body sensed his presence before you could see him the night before.

it was as if a magnetism brought you two together and kept you from repelling. even if you didn't particularly like him as a person, you'd be lying if you didn't say there was a certain energy there.

you gave the maitre d a smile, walking past him to make your way to takeomi.

right on cue, he turned his head in your direction and locked eyes with you from across the bar. there was a slight curve to his lips as he recognized you and allowed his gaze to lazily trail down your figure.

you took the opportunity to check him out too, noticing that he wore a white dress shirt with a black blazer. the first couple buttons of his shirt were undone, giving you a preview of what laid underneath. he also had a glass of dark liquor in front of him.

your eyes didn't leave each other even as you approached the table.

"didn't want to sit at the bar?" you asked as you took your seat across the table from takeomi.

in contrast to how you burned up under takeomi's gaze, the leather of the upholstered chair you sat on was cool to the touch, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"only the best for you, y/n." he replied. "i thought you'd like to be away from other people so we can talk freely."

"what, did you want to discuss how you finger fucked me yesterday?"

takeomi let out a dry chuckle.

"still thinking about that, are we? do you want some more?" he teased lightly.

"possibly." you said, trying to keep your tone indifferent. you think you managed to succeed as you and takeomi were engaged into a staring contest.

he gave you a knowing smirk before he raised his hand to catch the attention of the waitstaff and ordered you a glass of the same whiskey he was drinking.

as you opposed your mouth to protest, his eyes shot back to you.

"i'm paying, so i'll choose."

his voice was low, but his tone was firm.

that alone shut you up, but there was something about those downturned green eyes and that scar that ran down the side of his face that just added to the whole situation and made your pussy throb with need.

as the staff scurried away to get your drink, takeomi reached into the pocket on the inside lining of his blazer and pulled out a fat stack of yen notes, sliding the banded amount towards you.

"and this is for you working outside of your regular hours."

you glanced down at the money before looking up at him again in silent question. takeomi nodded for you to take it, and you carefully picked it up and tucked it into the small purse you brought with you.