I Am So In Love With This Man Its Becoming Unhealthy

I am so in love with this man it’s becoming unhealthy

The Lady Blue

Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 3.5k

Genre - Smut

Summary -

They fall one by one. Easy money. You know how to play and you don’t like to lose. When he walks in, you realize you might have found yourself an actual challenge. He’s upping the stakes. This is a game of pool you don’t plan to lose.

This is technically part two to Checkmate but can be read as a stand alone.

Warnings -

Drinking, gambling, exhibitionism/voyeurism  

Drama Masterlist

Part One

   Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

   As the night progresses, the game loses the magic it once created within you. Knowing you’ll win is no fun.

   The man in front of you is trying, he really is. He’s trying so hard it’s almost cute. He knows he’ll lose but he’s just here to have a good time. You should be grateful for the company but his sweet disposition is not doing it for you.

   You need excitement. Even the clunk of the eight ball resting with his other pals in the table’s nets brings you no joy.

   “Wow, good game!” He beams as he hands over a hundred dollar bill with a slight bow before looking over his shoulder at the line of men grumbling by the bar. “Looks like I’m not your only victory tonight.”

   “Seems so.”

   He walks back to his friends, one of whom pats him on the back before downing his beer. His friend is hot. You think about making your way over to them when the door opens. The breeze rakes across your shoulders, the spaghetti straps no match for the cool air that breaks up the stale heat of the room. A shiver dances down your spine.

   It’s him. Your little friend from the chess match. Alone, although someone will be waiting outside for him no doubt.

   His eyes catch yours as you stuff the money from your latest victim into your bra. He raises an eyebrow, making his way over, stopping in front of the pool table.

   “Charging for tricks?” And it begins. The smug smile and eyes that gloss over you with that disappointing judgmental gleam.

   “Anyone in this room could be so lucky,” you say, motioning with the flick of your wrist. “Why are you even here? You may well be the last person I wanted to see.”

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Burning Grace Masterlist

“I made myself mortal. Immortal as you are, but… mortal compared to—to what I was.“

Synopsis: They say that long ago, a star fell from the skies and an angel descended upon on the lands of Teyvat with wings that burned brighter than the sun and burned across battlefields. Thousands years have passed and stories have faded into legends. Yet you still remain in this world, your duty as a Guardian Yaksha allowing you to live. But deep inside, your burning grace is locked away and waiting to burst free.

Prologue 

Act I: Song of Ash (coming soon)

Act II: A Yaksha’s Promise (coming soon)

Act III: Starborne Angel (coming soon)

Notes:

A slow burn series featuring our favourite brooding Adeptus who lives in Wangshu Inn!! It’s a very slow process of learning to love oneself and one another and I’m so excited to share this series with you all!

Each Act will have about 3 scenes(?), but it really depends on how long I make each scene. My goal is to make them about 5k words each give or take so it’s not a bunch of 10k word works (like Forelsket).

Updates will likely be slow as I’m currently working on other writing stuff at the same time and I’m very very busy with academics and sports. I will do my best to write when I have time though! 

My apologies if characters are OOC, I’ve tried to capture their personalities as best I can.

Comment on this post or send me an ask if you would like to be added to the taglist for this series!

“So I bound myself into this body. I shoved my burning grace deep into me. I gave up everything I was.“

IMPURITIES 2

“Impurities, show you my impurities.”

Part 2. (Istg if tumblr doesn’t make this appear on the tags i’m going to kms)

WARNINGS: SMUT. PART1

• Gynecologist!Chishiya x afab!Reader

You’ve been going to the gynecologist since you were around fifteen years old. The first time being for the painful periods that you wanted to treat with medicines. You only got a bad memory from it. Your first experience being an old woman who was way too quick and not focused on her work, left a mark within you.

Now… your last time was really interesting… If we could say that.

But a year ago, two of your colleagues talked to you about a miraculous doctor that one of them was seeing.

When you think about it, you feel sad. What if what he did last time does it with his other patients?

After hours of inner debates, you finally decided to make an appointment with your gynecologist. So you sighed loudly as you thought about the option of maybe changing doctors, how could you look at him again after what happened?!

The following day consisted in you overthinking the situation and questioning your decision, did you have to shave or not and other silly questions, to a point where you were wondering if you should cancel the date.

How could you have spent so many time without properly getting dicked down by someone?

I mean, you had some laids here and there, but they felt nothing like what Chishiya made you feel.

You used to hate having to go to the gynecologist! It is not exactly the most comfortable position to be in; with your feet in the stirrups and your entire vagina on show for a stranger to look at and probe around in.

But you have to. You need to get a new prescription for your birth control pills and your doctor, Dr. Chishiya, mentioned that it would be a good idea to examine you first, even though, it hasn’t been a lot since your last appointment.

It’s a Wednesday morning, so the office is seemingly quiet. You found yourself waiting for your gynecologist to call you.

You watch as the big clock on the wall changes positions from 11:03 to 11:05. You have been here for fifteen minutes but somehow it feels like an hour.

In the distance you can hear a door opening and closing, heavy footsteps carrying in the opposite direction of the waiting room, but you do not pay much attention to it because the secretary starts to speak to you.

“Dr.Chishiya is ready to see you now,” she tells you and starts leading you towards his office. But you don’t follow her.

Shit. Get up. Walk walk walk. It’s okay. Just some prescriptions and bye bye.

Leading you inside, she shuts the door behind you, “You can go ahead and take a seat on the exam table,” she points out and you jump up on the edge of it, your feet no longer touching the ground.

She rolls a small steel stable towards you, a tray of various instruments laying on it. You swallow hard when you see them, only recognizing the speculum and the gel. The tingling feeling returns to your body. This is normally the part where you get incredibly nervous – even more so than you were before entering the room. Seeing all the instruments laid out, ready to be used… You want to throw up.

“I’ll give you some privacy to undress and then Dr.Chishiya will come in about five minutes, okay?”

God please send me 6ft under pleaseplease. “Alright..” You nod.

You undress. Taking off everything except your socks and fold it neatly to put it on the small chair next to the table, you suddenly feel way too cold and exposed under the small gown. It brings memories to your body of how little you felt when the speculum and his fingers were deep in-

The lump in your throat sinks to your stomach where it lies heavy as the door opens.

Shit.

“Alright, (Y/N)…Ah, it’s okay if I call you that isn’t it?” he asked, making sure it was alright for him to call you by your first name, even if it was already a little late for that.

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled cordially, but also nervously.

“So how’s everything?” he questioned, clicking around the computer screen with his mouse.

“Everything has been fine. I’m just here for the check up and that’s all” you stated, your hands fidgeting with the light blue hospital gown..

“Alright,” you saw his head appear from behind the monitor, “So I’m guessing you have a boyfriend, that’s why you’re on birth control, right?” He sounded more serious now, was this his way to see if you have a boyfriend?

“I mean… Yes i’m on birth control, but not because I have a boyfriend.” You chuckled when you saw his shoulders untense.

Okay, get back into what you came here for. No more talking.

“Okay then,” he smirked, “If you would be so kind as to follow me to the inspection room then.”

Oh my god, nonono.

“Okay” You gave him a little smile.

You entered the space and closed the curtain behind you with your heart beating like crazy. This is only a check up. Calm down. Surely he doesn’t remember.

And there you are. You do remembered who Dr. Chishiya Shuntaro and what happened last appointment.

You shivered a little and went to lie down on the cold leather seat. You breathed out as you looked at the white ceiling. Your ears started to be on alert as you heard fumbling noises, water running down and hands rubbing with soap before the click of gloves.

“Okay, i’m going to touch you now..” He said, you’re sure he had that smirk, even though when he said this it almost sounded like a whisper.

Fighting the urge to jump out of the damn chair and close your legs, you just shut your eyes closed as you tried to empty your mind. Thinking about the chores waiting for you at home, how his fingers felt the last time, when they were deep inside your- Shit.

A sudden moan left your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock to the obscene sound that you just made “I am so sorry” you apologized.

SHIT. Not this again.

His index finger pressed once again on your clitoris with little tapping movement, providing your needy bud with some friction and making you wiggle lightly. He then took a speculum and pushed in against your entrance without any warning. You swear it feels better than the last time. And this time he did it intentionally. Stop.

You closed your eyes, anticipating the coming intrusion. Lifting a brow and opening an eye you looked at him by lifting your head and saw how his hand was going back and forth.

“D-did it get in?” you asked, unable to hide the surprise in your tone.

“Yes, it did” he chuckled “Sorry, I didn’t say it” he paused, leaving the speculum in your core, making you feel full, slightly moving it to the right. “But you were dripping...so it was easy” he confessed.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you started to get your feet off the chair. But his firm hands kept you in place on the spot.

“Where do you think you’re going now?” he chuckled lowly “I’m here to do my job on you and you need my help so please... he said before drawing down the curtain so that they were just under your breasts.

You didn’t get time to do or say anything when you suddenly felt bare digits rub against your folds, toying your clit. The moan that escaped you next was louder than intended. But his kisses didn’t let you moan anymore.

“We shouldn’t do this” You mumbled.

“I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and this pussy, it left me wanting for more.” He said putting more pressure on your sensitive nub and taking the speculum out of you.

He didn’t pay attention to your cries and kept on with his ministrations. A low chuckle resonated in the cold room.

“On all fourth now please” he demanded.

As you positioned yourself as asked you felt the fresh air of the aircon caress your blazing body and the slap on your ass that left it burning. Anticipating his next move you flinched a little and moved forward to escape another slap on your behind. But it never came. In fact, you didn’t feel anything but only heard noises like a drawer being opened and closed, then a foil-like sound.

“Now I would like to fuck you, would that be okay with you Miss?” he asked nonchalantly, making you gasp at his abrupt and crude sentence.

“Please… Do it…” you said quietly, “I need you”

He only groaned before unzipping his trousers. He then positioned himself at your entrance, spreading your legs wider for him to enter you.

“God you’re really dripping” he said, letting down all formalities.

With one swift push of his hips, he entered your needy and warm core, both of your groans resonating in the room.

Just as he thrust a particularly hard stroke you felt a fabric against your bare back, the material of his blouse. He was still dressed. That idea disappointed you somehow, but you couldn’t mind it too much as his movements were driving you wild just as much as his filthy words.

With one last hard thrust, he obeyed and helped you position yourself on your back, in your original posture. As your eyes met, you were blinded by his beauty, how dark his gaze was, some of his hair was sticking to his forehead and his lips were parted as he looked you up and down.

Indeed, you couldn’t even see his dick in his standing position as it was hidden by his coat, only seeing the form of it, straining against the piece of clothing.

But as he looked at you it’s like he caught on and he quickly took off all the garments that were on him and came back between your legs, not letting you the time to waste. Then he entered you again at the slowest pace possible.

“F-faster please doctor..” You moaned.

“Shuntaro. Call me by my name.” He groaned with one specific thrust that made both of you see stars. He stopped his thrust before going back to the quick pace he had before.

“Yes, yes Shuntaro! OH MY- fuck..” you moaned, feeling your climax approaching.

Moaning louder and scratching at his back you tried to make him understand that it was getting too much to handle, you clenched around him until he came too and that was it, you felt the hard and intense wave of your orgasm shake all your being as he kept his assault on your neck, clit and inside your pussy.

He pulled out, cleaning you up and dressing again.

“Mmm, I think we need another date, since it seems you still have some problems Miss. What about if we talk about it at 4:00 pm at the Lavender Café?”

“Is this you asking me out?” You chucked as you saw his ears getting red.

“Maybe?” He laughed.

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