He really didn't see it coming, chapter 3
Okay, for the few people who read this fic of mine, chapter 3 is out. I didn't want to post until I finished chapter 4 but I am really out of inspiration so it could take long until the next chap is done and I don't want to keep you waiting for too long. :) So here it is!
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Title: He really didn't see it coming, chapter 3
Author: trito_chan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance/humor
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Ishida and Nemu are the imaginative fruit and property of Kubo Tite. If they were mine I wouldn't be writing this. In fact, I probably wouldn't be here at all. XD
Word Count: 625
Summary: There were very few things that could throw Ishida Uruyuu off track. Kurotsuchi Nemu was one of them...the thickened plot continues!
Note: snowzapped was my beta as usual and she gave the green light for this chapter. Thank you darling for putting up with me! :D
Ishida Uruyuu was always extremely proud of being the last (active) Quincy. Doing anything to dishonor the Quincy pride was the most unthinkable and most shameful thing that could ever happen to him, so he lived his life abiding by certain rules and guidelines. Disrespecting women, among other things, was something a real Quincy would never do, and Ishida was a Quincy even more than he was a man. That is why, unlike other young men his age who satisfied their lustful appetites while fantasizing over attractive classmates or women in all those adult magazines, Ishida never did such “primitive” things. He could control the urges that would sometimes appear in his mind. Dreams, however, were a different thing. The control did not extend to the subconscious.
Even though his rational mind disregarded it for being only dreams, ever since he had first met her, she would sometimes appear before him while he was sleeping. It would always start out by him rescuing her from harm and harmful people, in most cases that monster she called Mayuri-sama, and end up with him doing all sorts of things to her. Things that always made him wake up with all sweaty and hard.
And now she was here, doing things to him, but only this time it wasn’t a dream.
If she keeps this up…I won’t be able to restrain myself much longer… Ishida was struggling with himself. He could feel the warm tingles of pleasure building up in his crotch rapidly, threatening to burst out the moment he let himself go.
But it feels SO good, don’t fight it! The traitorous voice in him snickered again, teasing him even more: After all …you are just a man, not a saint. And men have needs. So let it go and fill up her pretty mouth just like you’ve been dreaming of.
“STOP IT!” Ishida ordered his inner voice in order to silence it again, but the words found their way out of his mouth against his will. Nemu let go of his dick with a sad expression on her face, looking like he had just broke her heart. He didn’t miss the sudden change of her mood and it made him regret his lack of self control. She looked hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do is hurt her.
“Ku…Nemu-san” he said gently, addressing her by her first name. Somehow, calling her Kurotsuchi-san with her half-naked and sucking his dick felt extremely weird.
“I am sorry. I’ve read that human men like this being done to them, but I didn’t know Quincy-sama wouldn’t like it”, she said quietly, humbling herself so much it made Ishida’s heart ache.
“No, Nemu-san, it’s not that…I…I liked it…a lot actually” he muttered, a bit shocked by his own confession.
“Then you do not find me arousing enough?” she asked shifting her body backwards to sit on her heels, looking at him inquisitively.
“On the contrary…I find you very…arousing”, Ishida said mentally pushing his glasses up. His eyes soaked in the contrast her exposed pale skin was making with the black of her untied robe, while the little sparks of electricity coming from her deep green eyes made him feel strong and weak at the same time.
Sometimes dreams do come true, he concluded and all those mental brakes he had been stepping on subsided.
“Untie me”, he uttered in an inspired flash of boldness, his voice sounding unusually hoarse and authoritative.
Without uttering a single word, Nemu leaned forward to obey Ishida’s request. When the bonds of white cloth slipped almost soundlessly from his wrists, Ishida’s right hand moved towards his glasses. Not to push them up, but to place them on the small table by the bed.
"I am sorry, Nemu-san", he whispered in a low voice, caressing her face with his fingertips "but I will have to ruin whatever plan it is you have".
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Title: He really didn't see it coming, chapter 3
Author: trito_chan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance/humor
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Ishida and Nemu are the imaginative fruit and property of Kubo Tite. If they were mine I wouldn't be writing this. In fact, I probably wouldn't be here at all. XD
Word Count: 625
Summary: There were very few things that could throw Ishida Uruyuu off track. Kurotsuchi Nemu was one of them...the thickened plot continues!
Note: snowzapped was my beta as usual and she gave the green light for this chapter. Thank you darling for putting up with me! :D
Ishida Uruyuu was always extremely proud of being the last (active) Quincy. Doing anything to dishonor the Quincy pride was the most unthinkable and most shameful thing that could ever happen to him, so he lived his life abiding by certain rules and guidelines. Disrespecting women, among other things, was something a real Quincy would never do, and Ishida was a Quincy even more than he was a man. That is why, unlike other young men his age who satisfied their lustful appetites while fantasizing over attractive classmates or women in all those adult magazines, Ishida never did such “primitive” things. He could control the urges that would sometimes appear in his mind. Dreams, however, were a different thing. The control did not extend to the subconscious.
Even though his rational mind disregarded it for being only dreams, ever since he had first met her, she would sometimes appear before him while he was sleeping. It would always start out by him rescuing her from harm and harmful people, in most cases that monster she called Mayuri-sama, and end up with him doing all sorts of things to her. Things that always made him wake up with all sweaty and hard.
And now she was here, doing things to him, but only this time it wasn’t a dream.
If she keeps this up…I won’t be able to restrain myself much longer… Ishida was struggling with himself. He could feel the warm tingles of pleasure building up in his crotch rapidly, threatening to burst out the moment he let himself go.
But it feels SO good, don’t fight it! The traitorous voice in him snickered again, teasing him even more: After all …you are just a man, not a saint. And men have needs. So let it go and fill up her pretty mouth just like you’ve been dreaming of.
“STOP IT!” Ishida ordered his inner voice in order to silence it again, but the words found their way out of his mouth against his will. Nemu let go of his dick with a sad expression on her face, looking like he had just broke her heart. He didn’t miss the sudden change of her mood and it made him regret his lack of self control. She looked hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do is hurt her.
“Ku…Nemu-san” he said gently, addressing her by her first name. Somehow, calling her Kurotsuchi-san with her half-naked and sucking his dick felt extremely weird.
“I am sorry. I’ve read that human men like this being done to them, but I didn’t know Quincy-sama wouldn’t like it”, she said quietly, humbling herself so much it made Ishida’s heart ache.
“No, Nemu-san, it’s not that…I…I liked it…a lot actually” he muttered, a bit shocked by his own confession.
“Then you do not find me arousing enough?” she asked shifting her body backwards to sit on her heels, looking at him inquisitively.
“On the contrary…I find you very…arousing”, Ishida said mentally pushing his glasses up. His eyes soaked in the contrast her exposed pale skin was making with the black of her untied robe, while the little sparks of electricity coming from her deep green eyes made him feel strong and weak at the same time.
Sometimes dreams do come true, he concluded and all those mental brakes he had been stepping on subsided.
“Untie me”, he uttered in an inspired flash of boldness, his voice sounding unusually hoarse and authoritative.
Without uttering a single word, Nemu leaned forward to obey Ishida’s request. When the bonds of white cloth slipped almost soundlessly from his wrists, Ishida’s right hand moved towards his glasses. Not to push them up, but to place them on the small table by the bed.
"I am sorry, Nemu-san", he whispered in a low voice, caressing her face with his fingertips "but I will have to ruin whatever plan it is you have".
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