the playboy 𐙚 osaki shotaro
summary: shotaro is a rebellious bad boy who is determined to take your innocence...
genre: smut
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You wandered into your bedroom, kicking off your uncomfortable heels… and froze.
Shotaro was in your bedroom.
Actually, he was halfway out of your bedroom. He had wrenched your window open, had one leg out, and was just ducking his head under when you walked in.
His dark eyes met yours for a long moment. His black jacket was loose and grimy, and his collar flapped in the night wind.
Shotaro slowly raised a finger to his lips.
You knew what that meant. Don’t tell anyone.
Why the hell would you let him get away with this? Your parents had thrown this dinner, supposedly for Christmas, but it was really a chance for you to meet all the eligible bachelors in the neighbourhood.
They had all fawned over you, boring you to death with bad poetry and compliments to your parents… except Shotaro. He never even looked at you. He spent the whole night pocketing your parents’ silver and trying to seduce one very scared maid. It was like he would rather be anywhere than there. Like you were a joke.
You didn’t even like him. But you couldn’t just let him ignore you.
Taking a deep breath, you yelled, “SHOTARO IS TRYING TO-”
Before you could finish your sentence, a hand pressed hard over your mouth. It was not a polite hand. It was a rough, careless hand. It bruised your lips and made the skin of your cheeks burn.
Shotaro was standing behind you, locking your head to his chest, his hand pressed over your mouth to stop you crying out.
“What the hell?” Shotaro hissed. “I knew you were a stuck up bitch, but that was just wow.”
You huffed, trying to slip out of his grasp. He did not budge an inch.
“Why did you do it?” Shotaro said, his voice teasing. “Are you that worried about breaking Mama and Papa’s rules? Or do you actually want me here?”
You dug your nails into his wrist. He let you go with a curse.
You wiped your mouth. “I never wanted you here. I just refuse to help someone who’s been rude to me all night.”
“So that’s what it is,” Shotaro said, wandering around your room, flicking your teddy bears. “You’re angry at me because I’m not begging for your hand in marriage.”
You crossed your arms over your tight gown. You couldn’t say anything, because he was right.
Shotaro strolled towards you, until he was barely a foot away. No longer slouched, he suddenly stood tall. In his black velvet suit, silhouetted in the moonlight, he was just a shadow. A shiver ran down your spine. The myths about him - breaking into his parents’ wine cellar, getting that girl pregnant - were they true?
“Well, you’re just not my type, Y/n,” he said softly. “I prefer women who are a little… hotter. The kind of women who won’t cry if a man doesn’t want them. They’ll do something about it.”
You reached out, grabbed Shotaro’s hand, and pressed it between your legs.
You felt him grip the silk of your dress, hard. He buried his fingers in your soft mound.
“So you’re just as much of a slut as the rest of them,” he said, his plump lip curling in disgust.
Still, he didn’t let go.
You lifted your dress with your other hand, and moved his hand so it grabbed your panties. Almost on instinct, his fingers felt out the lacy trim of your underwear, twirling your pussy hair. Then they froze.
“I’m sorry baby, but I can get it a lot easier than this,” he said, his voice thick. “Better too.”
You looked down at his bulge, which had grown sizeably in the last few moments. It was straining at the velvet of his trousers, lifting up his obscenely large gold belt buckle.
“Then why are you hard right now?” you laughed.
Shotaro let out a huff of displeasure. Still, his hands started moving almost on their own. His thumb found your clit instantly, rubbing in quick, experienced strokes. One of his fingers slipped into your heat. You felt a burn as you stretched around him.
Your whole body shuddered. You couldn’t help it. You hadn’t thought this far forward. And you definitely hadn’t expected him to be this good.
“Every little girl is the same…” Shotaro said to himself, licking his lips and walking you back to your bed.
That made you angry. Still, it was hard to complain when his fingers were in your pussy.
He shoved your shoulder down on the bed. That was the thing about Shotaro. Every time he touched you, it was like being tackled by a rugby player. He didn’t touch a woman any different to a friend, or an enemy. It was all a game to him.
His hands ran up your thighs, pushing your dress to your waist. Suddenly, he was kneeling on the floor by the bed. His long, hot tongue licked up from the crease of your knees, to your thighs. He scrabbled for your underwear, throwing it on the floor.
“Wait. What the hell are you doing?” you said, your heart racing. You’d expected him to fuck you. You didn’t know about this other thing. What was his tongue doing there?
“Tell me one thing,” Shotaro said, in between kisses to your thigh. “Is this your first time?”
You considered lying, then whispered, “Yes.”
You could feel Shotaro’s grin against your leg. He actually laughed, and it felt mean, but the vibrations felt good.
“Then just lie back and don’t worry. You can’t get pregnant from this one.”
Then his tongue started licking up and down your pussy. He sucked your lips, releasing them with an embarrassingly loud pop. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before. You were lost between the coolness of his spit and the hot, rough buds on his tongue.
He was rubbing his hands up and down your thighs the whole time, like a man possessed. When you let out a moan, he got excited, and pressed your knees backwards, hard enough that your muscles ached.
At first, the feeling was only strange and sort of relaxing. But when he thrust a finger inside you, you felt a heat in your pussy, and an intense pressure, like you were going to wet yourself.
Before you could even recognise that feeling as your orgasm, you were shuddering, your whole body convulsing as you came on Shotaro’s face. He rubbed his face against your juices, a low groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.
You scrambled back on your bed. You felt scared and satisfied all at once.
He crawled onto the bed after you, his shoulders sticking up like a panther’s.
You knew that just because Shotaro was in your bed didn’t mean the battle was over. This was another way of showing you that he didn’t care about you. Well, that suited you fine. He was nothing but a conquest to you too.
He worked his belt open and let his trousers hang around his knees. He had nothing like underwear to speak of. You barely saw the outline of his dick before he was moving over you.
He planted a hand next to your head. He arched his back so he could look down and run his hand over his dick in quick strokes.
Then he licked his lips and shuffled closer to you.
”Wait,” you said, clearing your throat. “What about what you said. About not getting pregnant.”
Shotaro addressed his words to the space between your legs. “Same policy. Lie back and don’t worry about it.”
He must have fucked you for less than a minute. He thrust into you in long strokes that made your pussy ache and your whole body shake on the impact. Almost as soon as he started, he was panting harshly in your ear, kneading your breasts in rough circles and scratching lines down your stomach.
Then his eyes were rolling back in his head, his mouth hanging open. He let out a long, high pitched sigh of your name, then stickiness collected between your legs. There was nothing like enough time for you to come again.
“Am I so irresistible, eh?” you said. Your bravado was hiding a good bit of fear. “The great playboy of the eastern world is whimpering out my name.”
“Nice one,” he said, breathing out sharply. “I was worked up. Four hours of boredom at a family dinner can do that to a man.”
It stung as he pulled out of you.
You got up, straightening your dress, and crouched on the floor, looking for your underwear.
“Here,” Shotaro said, opening his fist to reveal the mess of white fabric. “I like to keep it. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Actually I do, prick.”
Shotaro was straddling your window, pushing up the frame and looking out at the dark night. “I’ll have to give it back to you next time,” he said quickly. “That is, if you don’t scream for mummy and daddy and get me in trouble.”
You considered telling on Shotaro, but you realised that with your messed up hair and soaked bedsheets, that might not benefit you.
“Fine,” you said, your heart thudding.
Shotaro gave you a wink.
Then he dropped down, and disappeared.
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