KINKTOBER DAY 3 - Orgasm Denial (+ age gap): Ryuken Ishida x Female Reader
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: Dr. Ishida was a brilliant doctor, earning the praise of all those working at Karakura Hospital. His dedication to his work inspired you to become a doctor yourself, leading you to work at the same hospital. Years have gone by, and the staff continue to praise the Head Director's work, but how little do they know how much control he seeks, especially with you.
TW: MDNI! Slight age gap between Ryuken and you (but you're older than Uryuu), orgasm denial, use of sex toys, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, slight hints of a dom/sub relationship.
Word count: 1849
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You made your way through your unit, conducting your regular rounds to visit your patients. Reviewing patient chart, after patient chart, and listening to the worries and concerns from your patients’ loved ones, you were weary by the time you reached the nursing station.
But as exhausted as you were, you worked hard for this career and loved being a doctor. You thanked the staff for their hard work today. One of the nurses wanted your consultation on the next steps of a patient’s discharge plan, when Dr. Ishida, the head director of the Karakura Hospital entered the ward.
You bowed your head politely but continued your discussion with the nurse. The charge nurse informed you on the general updates of their unit to him. You didn’t pay close attention to their conversation but noticed him walking away to the next unit.
Once he was out of earshot, some of the nurses and residents gushed about him, “Dr. Ishida is so handsome.” One said, followed by someone else chiming in “he’s such an incredible doctor, his patients seem to adore him.” Comment after comment, praising him for being a talented doctor and leader for the hospital.
The nurse who you were speaking with quietly asked you, “I mean, isn’t that why you decided to work at this hospital, Doctor?”
“I mean, who wouldn’t want to work with Dr. Ishida?” A fellow responded, laughing loudly.
The small group laughed, with you joining in. Once the laughter died down, you shared with the group your reasons for working at the Karakura Hospital. You had long admired the work of Dr. Ishida, and you had seen his bedside manner and care for a distant relative of yours while you were in high school.
You had always been driven to become a doctor, but he set the standard for you on how a doctor should be. He was thoughtful and driven.
But people have always said “don’t meet your heroes.” You worked hard during medical school, during residency and your fellowship, and you achieved your goal for working in Karakura Hospital.
But how would the staff react to knowing their wonderful Dr. Ishida, so dutiful to medicine and his patients, was dating one of the much younger doctors?
When the two of you had begun dating, he was strict, as if he was compartmentalizing his feelings for you and his duty to the hospital as a medical professional. You would see this in action with Ryuken’s own young adult son, a man a few years younger than you. Ryuken was cold with his son, the few times the three of you would have dinner together, but tried to be patient with Uryuu nonetheless. And in private, would talk about Uryuu with a gentle tone in his voice.
From what you had seen about Ryuken, from work to his personal life, control was of upmost importance to him. If there was one thing you knew for certain about the man, he hated rumours and gossip. You never felt as if he was ashamed of his relationship with you, but more so that there was a distinction between romance, work, and everything else in his life.
The nursing staff would be aghast as to how he was like in the bedroom though, you laughed to yourself. The nurse you were speaking asked what was funny, “oh nothing, I was just reminding myself of what the fellow said earlier.” You gave a gentle smile. “If there’s anything else I need to review, please bring it to me, or else I’ll be heading out now.” You said to the attending nurses.
It was your day off, a rare event in your life. You had already planned out your day – reading, reading, and more reading. You wanted to be up to date in your field, learning and understanding any new research that had come to light.
But Ryuken had other plans. The man was never one for texting, but rather call you, leaving you a voicemail stating he would be visiting your place for lunch.
You weren’t particularly fussed about lunch, making something simple, yet filling for the two of you. You also knew Ryuken hated being too full at work.
Ryuken had brought you a coffee, and a shopping bag from a store you didn’t recognize, but he left it alone for the entirety of lunch. Lunch was quiet affair, as he asked you what you had done so far during the day. You shared with him interesting articles you had read, discussing with him new techniques and technologies on the way. Ryuken smiled at you softly, watching the way you lit up sharing these things with him.
The hour went by quickly, with Ryuken preparing his leave, but just before he left, he gave you the shopping bag. “I made a reservation for dinner, and I want you to wear this.” He said, his tone even as he quickly checked his tie in the mirror by your door.
“Thank you? But I have plenty of dresses I could have worn.” You said, carefully peering into the bag.
“I know, but I saw this on a mannequin in store and thought of you when I saw it.” Ryuken remarked, his voice cold, as if he were telling you the time. But you knew he was sincere in his actions. Gifts from him were truly thoughtful matters.
You smiled at the bag, seeing white fabric inside, “I’m happy to wear it.” You kissed him on the cheek, smelling the faint scent of cigarettes, and watched him depart for the hospital.
Ryuken had bought you a simple, cream-coloured maxi dress with billowy sleeves, yet fairly form fitting at the top, nipping you at the waist. It then fell to a floating skirt below. The sleeves had little accents of blue and grey, which reminded you of some of the clothing Ryuken wore, leading you to question if had truly bought it, or had it custom made.
Either way, you adorned yourself with simple jewelry, make up and footwear, waiting for Ryuken to arrive.
As soon as you had finished getting ready, Ryuken was at your door, but he didn’t usher you to leave with him just yet.
“It fits you like a glove.” He remarked, inspecting your figure. “But it’s missing something.”
Confusion spread across your face as he pulled you to your bedroom. He pushed you on to the bed and looked down on you. His face was stern, as if he were assessing you for something. You were nervous.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, as he looked straight into your eyes.
“Yes, of course? But what’s wrong?” Confusion echoed through your voice, wondering why he was acting this way. He was usually very direct, so matter-of-fact in his words and actions.
“You ignored me yesterday,” Ryuken remarked, pushing your legs apart. The familiar drop of arousal came with it, as the skirt of your dress began to ride up your thighs. You shuddered from his touch as he coldly stared at you.
“You were busy, I didn’t want to interrupt.” You whimpered out, as he pushed your skirt past your underwear.
You had decided to wear a nude thong, worried that the dress was a bit sheer. Ryuken clicked his tongue in approval of your choice.
“You won’t be needing this.” Ryuken said, with an indifferent tone, as he pulled your thong off your body.
“But what about our reservation?” You shrieked, “won’t we be late?”
“I cancelled it.” Ryuken calmly explained.
It was then he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a remote-controlled vibrator you were curious about. That was so long ago, you thought. You were casually browsing an online sex toy shop at Ryuken’s home, and he asked what you were looking at it. You made a passing comment about how you thought the vibrator looked fun but paid no mind to it. But Ryuken certainly did.
Ryuken’s warm fingers spread your pussy lips apart, with his thumb circling your clit. You moaned softly as his thumb rubbed against your clit gently. Soon Ryuken’s finger was circling your entrance before he pushed it in. He pumped his finger out of you, your pussy growing wetter with each motion, before he pulled his hand away.
You whined at the sudden loss, until you felt something unfamiliar gently stretch your pussy and something else grazing your clit.
It was then, Ryuken got off the bed and watched over you, his phone in his hand. As soon as you tried to get up, an intense pulse came from the snug toy inside your pussy, followed by a whirring of something pressed against your clit. You screamed at the intensity, writhing as Ryuken toyed with the different levels of the toy, a satisfied smirk appearing on his lips.
The vibrations were relentless, as you felt tears prick your eyes. Your pussy clamped around the toy as its clit portion pulsated at random intervals – you couldn’t discern its pattern.
“I’m going to cum!” You shrieked, as you gripped your bed sheets.
Then the vibrations stopped. Ryuken immediately grabbed your face in one hand, his eyebrows knitted, “you know better than that.” He sneered, to which you whined in response. You needed to cum so badly. Ryuken’s hand flew to your hair, grabbing a fistful, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say you can. Did you forget that?” He ordered, the grip on your hair tightening.
You sobbed as you felt your pussy throb from being so close to relief. “I’m sorry sir, please let me cum.”
Ryuken smirked, “good girl”, letting go of your hair. He kneeled next to you, unzipping his pants and pulling out his soft cock. “But even better girls please their master before cumming.” As he pulled your head to his cock.
You began to lap at his tip, feeling him twitch and harden against your mouth. You sucked his tip, feeling the taste of his precum on your lips, before working your way down.
It was then you jolted, as the vibrator worked its magic again. You moaned around Ryuken’s cock, with his steady hand back on your head, slowly forcing his cock down your throat. Tears pricked your eyes, as you felt your pussy throb and spasm, but you couldn’t cum. You tried to steal your resolve on sucking Ryuken off, as you bobbed your head on his cock.
The vibrations were relentless, with Ryuken giving a cold stare at you, watching you struggle to keep your pace. He narrowed his eyes, as he pulled you off his cock, a string of your saliva linking your mouth to the tip of his cock, “you’ve been slacking off, slut.” Ryuken coldly explained, as he gripped his cock, gently tapping your face with it. “But we have all night, so open your mouth.” Flashing you another smirk as the vibrator increased in intensity.
Your eyes rolled as the vibrator continued to whirl around you, while your mouth was stuffed with Ryuken’s cock.
This was going to be a long night indeed.
Thanks for reading! This mini-fic was set to Hidden Face's "White Carousel."
warnings: no actual warnings besides some 18+ content, mature content, alcohol and whateva.
Some fluff ofc <3
Context: You were out drinking with Ryuken, you got too drunk so he decided to take you to his place to rest up. You then found a letter that had your name as the label, curiosity got to you and you sobered up quickly when reading the letter.
“H-Hey! I was going to finish that!” You were reaching out for the shot gloss the bartender had given to you. But Ryuken swiped it away from your reach.
“No. You’ve had enough for tonight, Come on we’re leaving.” He said with a stern tone, he could tell that he was going to be taking care of you an awful lot the next morning..
“Oh come onn!~ You know I can’t go home right now..” You laid your head on the table, you really had too many drinks tonight..
“No. I will drag you out if I need to Y/N. Though I would like if I didn’t have to.” You pouted by his simple demands, you were in no state to drive yourself home, making you feel a bit worried on how’d you get home.
“I see that you are going to make this difficult for me. Fine then.” He stood up in a graceful manner, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. It all startled you a bit, even more because your bum was probably showing because of your short dress.
“Ryuken! I can’t even hic drive myself!” you tried to get down but he held onto you tight.
“Why do you think I’m taking you to my place?” You could feel his hand tugging down the edge of your dress, covering what was revealing. He was making sure nobody was looking at your bum by doing that.
“You’re soo sweet Ryu~”
It wasn’t the first time coming to Ryuken’s home, you have been countless times over the years.. You’ve known him for quite some time and you have an okay relationship with his son.
At first his son did not like you one bit, he thought you were here to replace his mother. But that was never your intention, you just thought his son could use a shoulder to cry on..
Because knowing Ryuken, he would never comfort his son. Even when his son lost had just lost their mother.
“Here, you can use this shirt.” Ryuken came out of his room, handing you a shirt. You smirked when seeing the shirt, he was giving you one of his shirts!
“My myy, Is the Ryuken lending me his clothes~” You were still drunk, so this was your drunk you talking. Ryuken rolled his eyes while scoffing, pushing his glasses up.
“This is your shirt, you left it here last time.” You laughed obnoxiously, you were trying to cover up the embarrassment you felt.
“Don’t be so loud.” He tried to shush you up.
“Oh come on! Why is there a need to be so quiet? Nobody is even around.” You turned your back on him and called him over to help you.
“Unzip my dress would you?” He nodded, you could feel his cold hands on your back, you knew he was done when you no longer heard the sound of it unzipping any further, he helped you slip the dress off your shoulders.
“Come on.”
How could he be undressing you like this and not feel the slightest bit of tension? You were definitely feeling something going on between you two.. your cheeks went red when you let your thoughts go way beyond.
He slipped your dress off all the way down to your legs, you moved your feet just so he could slip off the dress.
Now there you were, left in your bra and underwear.
He neatly folded the dress, “I’m going to put this away in my room. I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning, Okay?” You turned around, nodding at him.
He pushed his glasses once more before walking away, leaving you in his living room alone.
You swore that you saw him glance slightly at your breasts right before he walked away..
You shook your head side to side, you finally put on your shirt that he gave to you.
When you smoothed out the slight wrinkles of it, you looked up and something almost immediately caught your eye.
It was a letter.
With your name on it.
You weren’t sure how to feel, you two don’t work with each other so it can’t be a letter for work..
You were drunk and not able to think properly, so you grabbed the letter. Opening it—making sure to not crease it— your hands were shaking when opening it, nervous on what you would find.
To my sweet Y/N,
When you walk away, you don’t hear me say.. please oh baby, don’t go.
My heart trembles when you walk further away from me, when you go out on your missions as a soul reaper, I am no better than Masaki for falling in love with a soul reaper.
Though you may never know, I wish I could find the courage that cling onto my chest. But i continue to remain silent, hoping that maybe and somehow you will see right through me.
There are moments where I find myself wanting to reach out to you, to let you know just how much you really mean to me, to refrain you from leaving me.
Can you sense it? The ache I feel when you walk away from me? When I watch you leave.
I fear if I say too much, it will change everything. Yet everyday, I want to confess everything, my love to you. It is a unbearable pain that I go through everyday.
I am not sure how to express it, but with every passing moment, every glance. Fills me up with a love that I cannot speak out loud, at least never to you.
My heart will always echo these simple words, ‘Please, oh baby. Don’t go..’
Yours,
Ishida Ryuken
You felt the alcohol in your system almost go away, sobering you up quickly when finishing the letter.
This was a love letter, a letter that Ryuken Ishida had wrote.. just for you, no other woman.
You could feel tears running down your apple cheeks, you had no idea you were even crying.
“Y/N.”
His voice startled you, you jumped and nearly dropped the paper from your hands. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned to him, hiding the paper behind your back.
“S-Sorry! I was just dozing off.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t just finish reading it.” Your lips parted slightly, showing your teeth slightly. Was he mad? I mean he had every right to be upset, this was something personal and you just read it and tried to act like nothing happened.
“It’ll only hurt me more if you just ignore it.”
“Ryuken.. how long have you-”
“How should I know? It all just happened out of nowhere..”
Ryuken really didn’t know when his feelings for you began, but it has definitely been a while since he’s felt this feeling towards you..
“And you’ve been waiting until I make a move or something?!” You yelled out, in a bit of anger and frustration.
He looked away from your gaze and nodded, he was embarrassed and scared on how’d you respond. Were you going to reject him? would this be the last night you two are together like this? would everything be over? will you walk away from him again, but this time.. not come back to him?
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt your lips pressed up against his, with such passion. Tears continued to run down your cheeks even while they were closed, Ryuken was too scared to even move..
But he knew, that this is what he’s been longing for so long. He relaxed his body and returned the kiss. He held the back of your head and the back of your waist. Pulling you closer for a much more passionate kiss.
“You really need to speak up more.. or this wouldn’t have happened.” You laugh lightly, he starred down at your pink swollen lips from the kiss.
“I’m not done.” He smashed his lips with yours, kissing you in such a rough and hungry manner. Now that he’s had a taste of you, he just can’t simply let you go.
You gasped when you felt his cold hand touch the warm skin of your stomach. He took this chance to slide his tongue inside yours.
But before he could go any more further, he needed to make sure that you were okay with all of this happening. “Do I have your permission?” He pulled away from the kiss, he had a flushed look on his face. He almost looked embarrassed while asking that.
You cupped his cheek, rubbing the skin of it with your thumb, “Please, just touch me.” You didn’t care how he would touch you, you’ve been longing for his touch just as much as he longed for yours..
He nodded, quickly he went back down to your lips. With each kiss he placed on your lips, you could tell that they were filled with passion, love, and lust.
This man was just dying to see you like this, he never thought he’d see you ever like this. He’s seen you fall for other men, and he always wished that it was he that you were in love with.
It took you so long to realize that you were in love with him, but you never chose to act on it because of his past lover, and his son of course.
But there was nothing stopping you or him now..
“Ryuken..” you gasped when he pushed your panties aside, without a warning he stretched your walls out to his sex.
He grunted when feeling your walls wrapped around his cock, you were tight. But soon enough he’d loosen you up, he’ll make sure that your hole will get stretched out by him by the end of the night..
The way Ichigo just BOLTED out the door as soon as he heard Ishida was hurt, then burst into the hospital in an absolute panic is only outdone by how he ran toward Rukia when her reiatsu flagged in Hueco Mundo.
And when he has the gutwrenching realization it's a spiritual fight of some sort and he's both not able to help and everyone is going to ice him out of even knowing what's happening, he runs away just as frantically:
And it's ultimately being frantic about being helpless to do anything for Ishida and not being relied on by him that drives Ichigo to call up Xcution.
Like, he was thinking it over just before, but he was deeply suspicous of Ginjou. His questions at that time were circling around where his father went, and I think Ichigo was actually going to wait for Isshin to return and question him, but then this happened and he COULDN'T wait.
He had to do something NOW, even if it meant going to the sketchy asshole he absolutely has no trust or faith in.
Risking it with someone dangerous was better than staying for-sure helpless when Ishida needed him.
Another super interesting detail:
Ryuuken called Inoue and Ichigo, but not Chad.
Inoue says she's the one who called Chad, but he wasn't answering - Inoue guesses he's at his construction job, but given the context of what's going on in the arc, I think he's with Xcution at this moment.
Does Ryuuken not know Chad is a call-worthy friend? Did he call and not get an answer too? Or did he just not need him and only call Inoue and Ichigo because they had a purpose?
We know from Ryuuken's words that Ishida almost died:
So it's reasonable to guess he might have called Inoue to come do a bit of healing to make sure he lived and did so without permanent injury.
And from this:
I think it's pretty unambiguous that he wanted Ichigo there not just as a friend, but as THE friend. The one Ishida is weak to, prone to opening up to, who can get him to talk about what happened.
Ryuuken felt the reiatsu in the wound wasn't shinigami or hollow or quincy and was a type he was unfamiliar with, he would have been alarmed and wanted info, but also known his relationship with his son is bad enough he wouldn't tell him, so he calls in someone he will talk to.
I'm wondering if he chose to do this not only because of how close friends Ichigo and Ishida are, but also because of an association between Ichigo and Masaki and Ishida and himself. We know from a couple comments Ishida knows details of Ichigo's life none of his other school friends do and that Ishida has a tendency to soften and open up about personal matters to Ichigo - is that an echo of Masaki and Ryuuken's relationship?
Is he seeing her and himself in them and approves of/encourages the friendship because of that?
When Ichigo fails to get him to talk and Ishida doesn't even address him, instead focusing his next words toward Inoue, Ryuuken realizes Ishida doesn't know who/what hit him and can't give any answers:
He dismisses Ichigo, and holds Inoue back to warn her she's probably on the short list of next targets of whoever this assailant was.
All Ryuuken can tell her is that the attacker was human.
Which, honestly? His ignorance of fullbringers is FASCINATING.
Ryuuken was raised a Quincy, in the middle of a flourishing attempt to revive Quincy greatness, was even prepared to marry to further bloodlines to achive that goal, but he doesn't know about fullbring.
If he didn't know, then I'd feel confident saying NO Quincy knew about fullbringers.
Side note: has anyone wondered about/discussed how Ryuuken felt about what happened here? His son lives apart from him because he tramatized him into being unable to be in a house with him by cutting open his wife and not being careful to lock the door against curious children. He likely rarely gets to see his son, and all of a sudden he's being wheeled into his hospital on an ambulance gurney and he's suiting up to operate on him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader
Chapter 4: fever can melt ice. even the coldest of hearts can melt; even the past can be fixed...
❄ a/n: a little longer with a lot of ups and downs, but this time things are getting hotter... even though you might have to wait for naughtier chapters, Uryu is slowly becoming desperate... 😏
❄ tw: MDNI. This chapter contains smut -soft smut, but mature, kisses, sexual thoughts and erections-. Also, please be aware of a certain little part about Uryu having hidden little old scars. This is just my personal HC that I will eventually develop in the next chapters, but it is super important to warn you, even if subtle, those scars were made by himself. Though if anybody wants to keep on reading and self-harm is triggering you, please let me know. I will not include it. It is not mega important to the plot, just a hc about Uryu and the way he deals with all the pain of his past.
❄ masterlist
“Bring my son immediately to the sixth floor!” he screams at someone through the phone. He stands up and orders you to get ready for surgery…
“(Name), get ready. OR number 2. Now”
Your ears buzz. Everything seems to happen, and nothing happens at all at the same time. “Bring my son” those words echo inside your head, making your sweat become cold, colder. You feel like your blood has stopped flowing. What happened to Uryu? What did he do?
A thousand scenarios happen at the same time in your imagination. Your body moves on its own, following Dr. Ishida to the operating room.
“What happene-“ you wanna ask, immediately being interrupted by that hospital bed being pushed and rushed to the OR.
“He needs immediate intervention. I managed to patch him up, but the wound is too deep”
You watch the scene pass right in front of your eyes; Uryu’s hair flowing with the wind, his hand covered in blood up to his wrist, his white shirt as well.
“(Name), come on!” Uryu screams, waking you up all of a sudden. “The boy is probably 5 or 6. Get ready!” he continues, showing he is safe and sound, and just -amazingly- saving a little kid’s life.
You nod, with tears in your eyes. You thought the patient was him, but it was just yet another misunderstanding.
The way both Ishida men work in perfect synchronicity to save the life of a child, the way they, for as long as the surgery lasts, do not fight. However, it is not only them, but you. You work with them, hard, to save the patient. You have everything ready; you are like the gear that keeps two parts working perfectly.
Sometimes his eyes and yours meet; your arms graze, you talk to each other and it’s also natural, as if nothing had happened in between you and him. Oh, how you wish that would last forever.
“It was great working with you…” you whisper while you watch the patient being taken out of the OR along with Dr. Ryuken who continues to give directives about the patient.
“It was. Now, please, I need to change…” Uryu answers, cold as ice.
You notice his white shirt, underneath the sterile gown, covered in sweat. There is no way he is hot, the OR has always a low temperature and it’s chilling winter outside. Was he that nervous to work with his father for the first time?
“Are you ok? Are you feeling well?” you dare to ask while taking your own gown off.
“Yeah… achuu!” Uryu sneezes, and his cheeks become red as apples.
You giggle and walk away, leaving your used gown on the bio residues trash can. Yet, before you could leave, you turn around right by the exit.
“You can come to my office if you need something, I can give you meds if you are running a fever. You should rest, though” you tell him, this time as a nurse and not as much as a friend -ex-. Something inside you is growing, and it is not exactly tolerance for his attitude.
Uryu nods, fixing his glasses and hiding, as always, underneath them and his hair.
You, annoyed and tired, drag your feet to your office, where you flop to rest for some time.
Irritation builds up as you type which procedures and actions were performed during that emergency surgery; tears have dried and now Uryu’s attitude has started to turn your feelings from pain to anger.
“HA! He was the one betraying us, even though that’s ok. He was the one who hurt me!” you complain, pressing that ever lasting scar on your chest from one of his arrows. “And he was the one to leave with no explanation!!” you continue, swearing under your breath as you focus on your screen.
“Yeah, I know…” a miserable voice comes from behind your monitor.
You widen your eyes, sliding on your office chair to the side to discover the reason for your annoyance, standing right there.
“Do you need something?” you ask, unable to look at his face.
“Uh-yes. I need Acetaminophen, 500mg” he murmurs, clearly asking for something to lower the fever.
You nod; mortified. In silence, you search for the tablets and give them to him. Your hand again grazes his, this time with no gloves on; just with the touch of your fingers you can tell he is running a high fever.
“You are burning, Uryu. Go have some rest in room 301, I’ll bring some wet pads. You need to lower that fever, or you will fry your brain” you command; he might be a doctor, but you are the nurse in charge there.
The last Quincy tries to say no, but you won’t allow him. Your eyes are now fixed on his, scaring him a little. Uryu is not used to your mature you, much less to your nurse you.
“Believe me I am doing this so that I don’t end up fired. I wouldn’t want something bad happening to my boss’ kid” you state, standing up from your chair.
You realize you’ve probably gone a little further than expected with your choice of words, but it ends up being effective; Uryu leaves your office to enter the room you assigned him. Though his eyes show a mix of anger and pain, probably he is feeling bad enough not to argue… that, or he enjoys being dominated.
You admit the last thought made you laugh internally; but immediate scenes of him wearing leather clothes stopped all fun. “Me and my wild imagination”
You check he doesn’t leave the room and soon prepare the washcloths. He definitely needs that temperature lowered.
“I’m gonna come in” you let him know, as you open the door with your hip. Your hands full with the needed stuff and your mind, only focused on taking care of him, forgets about a very important rule in medicine; preserve your patient’s privacy and intimacy.
You find him shirtless, no glasses, hair pulled back, forehead wet. He is now a man, and despite knowing him since kids, never once you’ve seen his whole upper part naked.
It is impossible for you to avoid getting addicted to his body; pale, thin, prominent collar bones and hipbones. The Quincy star inked on his chest, looking as hot as sad… like the star of a night he wishes to forget. Forever.
You take a deep breath, immediately looking to the side as you close the door; nobody should see Dr. Ishida’s son in such situation. Anybody but you...
Uryu gasps just a little, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He takes his hand to his nape, doing the typical “sexy man” pose. Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but to you it felt as if it was dearly on purpose.
“Please, lay on the bed” you command, bringing the little bowl with cold water and the pads floating in it.
You watch him do as you tell, laying down, looking outside the window. The snow falls hypnotically, almost as white as his skin, and now pale lips. He tries to avoid eye contact, allowing you to do your “job”.
You squeeze one of the wash clothes, filling the silent room with the sound of drops on water. It only gets interrupted by Uryu’s soft gasping as the cold pad touches his neck.
“Sorry, I know it’s cold…” you lament, going for the next one.
Uryu’s skin turns bumpy, and his teeth softly chatter. He is definitely feeling the cold, and deep inside, you kind of enjoy this just a little… “have a taste of your own medicine, this might not be as cold as your heart”
However, you would lie if this were something good to you. On that bed, lies the man you haven’t stopped loving since you can basically remember.
You grab his hand delicately, placing one of the wet pads on his wrist. And then, you do the same with the other one.
Now, the last two should be placed on his femoral zone. And that includes, of course, taking his pants off.
“I- Uh… we should add some on your crural zone” you inform, happy to use medical terms as he will understand them. -and specially because you wouldn’t dare to call it “crotch” in front of him-.
Uryu sighs; he seems uncomfortable… and how wouldn’t he be? He nods, blushed, serious, still looking outside as his thin, delicate fingers undo the button of his pants.
You help him lower them, seeing on his legs old scars. You could have looked at his white boxer briefs with crosses all over like a pattern, but you can’t help but guide your attention to the red and white marks; what are those? Why is he that scarred? Were those battle injuries?
His sapphire eyes burn holes into you, letting you know you shouldn’t be so noisy about them. And you quickly stop.
“Good, that should work. Leave them there for around 15 minutes, then I’ll change-“
“I can change them myself” there he goes again, asking you to leave in such a painful yet soft way.
Your lower lip trembles, your eyes get all blurry. But you won’t cry this time.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on bothering you again. In fact, I will ask another nurse to come and do it for me. If you need anything press the button and I can assure anybody but me will appear on that door. You can be sure I won’t disgust you with my presence a single minute more” you snap; this time you don’t care about professionalism, you simply see red now.
Uryu is taken aback; he wasn’t expecting such reaction -though, it was completely justified for him- His classic guilty ashamed façade repeats again, he can’t even look you straight in the eye. Uryu hides, a little, again, underneath his onyx hair.
“(Name), I didn’t mean to sound rude…” he mutters.
“No? I’ve been taking care of you for the past two stupid days. I’ve been putting up with your ways for way too long. And now, six years later, you dared to appear and keep on hurting me? No explanation, simply acting as if I was some kind of leper, with disgust? You have no idea how much I’ve suffered for you, Ishida Uryu” you continue, letting all the pain out of your chest.
You pull down the collar of your uniform, exposing the scar he left on your chest. That arrow carved on your chest didn’t really hurt, compared to the way he is treating you right now.
“See this? It was you! You. Every day I wake up looking at the mirror, seeing the reminder that I had forgiven you for this and still not even once I heard you say, “I’m sorry”. And the worse part of it all, is the way you push me away… I could have understood if you were married. I could have… but you simply decided to ignore me” you continue, not seeing the tears running down his cheeks.
Maybe, in between your pain and all of the hurtful -yet, true- things you were saying, you didn’t listen to his constant “sorry, sorry, sorry”. And, enough sorrys were cried, when Uryu finally stood up.
With difficulty and a little bit dizzy due to his fever, Uryu snatches your hand to keep you from going away as you roar all the things you need to say. The cold water on that stainless steel bowl spills all over your uniform, getting you completely wet, turning the white fabrics to become see through.
“Because I know all of the things I did to you, because I hurt you more than once… that’s why I want you far from me. You don’t understand, I am not deserving of being next to you. I shouldn’t even talk to you; this wasn’t my plan” Uryu finally says, raising his voice.
You lay there, dripping wet. The same way you cry under the rain, when the tears mix with the drops that fall from the sky, you do now. As much as you want to stop, you simply can’t.
“I thought- I thought you were gone from Karakura…Please, I beg you... don’t cling to this, to me… please, forget about me. Just- go away, go away from me… if you stay, if you stay you will only suffer” Uryu cries louder, still grabbing you from your wrist with so much strength you might end up with marks.
Even though he is telling you to go away, he is not letting you go. Once again, Uryu is asking someone he loves to go away, despite knowing deep inside, it is absolutely false.
“Uryu, I- you-“ you wanna say something, even though you can’t.
“Look at your chest, look at the scar I left there. On your skin, on your body… you don’t-“ he continues, with a trembling voice and now flopping on the bed. He still shakes and cries, and has his hand tightly gripped around your arm.
You suddenly, and perhaps without even thinking about, rip all the buttons of the upper part of your uniform with your free hand. Your skin, covered in goosebumps, cold and wet, exposes all its extent to his beautiful eyes.
Uryu stops breathing; his nose, so close to your chest, can almost touch it. Sitting on that hospital bed, he looks and feels small, engulfing all the beauty of your nudity and the pain of his past in one single blow.
As he slowly lets your hand go, your palm lands on his cheek. A sweet caress, filled with softness and love, to make him look up at you.
“Uryu, your silence, to me, was the most violent deception” you whisper.
The Quincy gasps, tears sprouting harder now. Uryu perhaps, finally understood he was hurting you more by pushing you away, than staying by your side.
As tears run down his blushed cheeks, cooling his burning skin, his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. His pale lips, as hot as the rest of his body, finally fall upon the scar his arrow left.
A deep connection, of pure intimacy, takes place and the time seems to freeze. You play with his hair and brush it away. Maybe the fever, or the words you screamed, were enough to melt that heart.
“Can you, this time, for real, forgive me?” he asks, muffled by your chest. Up until now, Uryu hasn’t realized he is almost burying his face into your breasts. Nor did you notice, because this wasn’t about that.
You swallow. Up until today you never thought you needed to absolve him from any guilt, and yet still you realize it was simply a way to cope with him leaving. With him, for real, betraying you.
“Uryu…. I-….I forgive you” you state, clear and strong.
Uryu breathes; his cheek now plastered on your chest, resting perhaps for the very first time in the last six years.
“Thank you…”
“Thank you, Uryu…”
A sudden cold reaches you; it makes you shiver; it pulls you off from your love bubble. Both wet, semi naked, hugging in such intimate way… You swallow dry, his body against yours…
“I think we should…” you murmur, perhaps with the vague intention of leaving the room.
“No… please, just…” Uryu murmurs back, kissing once again your scar, breathing in the scent of your flesh, getting drunk on the heat of it. He is needy, desperate.
You brush his hair back, moving his head up so that he looks at you again. It is almost sad, the way his eyes look at you like an abandoned puppy.
“You are still burning, Uryu… you-“ you wanna continue searching for excuses, but you get interrupted by his hand sliding up until your nape.
With the softest pull, he intends to come closer to your lips. Though, his mouth doesn’t crash with yours just yet. A lingering kiss that’s been due for too long, seems closer, a reality. It almost feels painful to wait a single second more, not to touch the soft surface of each other’s lips.
Both so slowly getting closer that warm breath caresses your mouth; The more he waits, it seems as if his fever grew stronger.
“Please…” he begs, Uryu won’t be the one to kiss you. He still feels as if you needed to give him permission for it.
Your stomach gets filled with butterflies; your scraped knees get a little weak… how to say no; how to tell no to that man that’s imploring for a kiss?
You can’t control your body either way, as your lips finally land on his. It’s almost instantaneous, a spark that had been asleep for so long.
Uryu stands up, his naked chest stuck against yours. His free hand pulling your bellies closer as it slides through the small of your back.
A little gasp escapes in between tongues that have already met in a feral adagio; this is the first time he kisses you as a man, and not anymore like a sweet inexperienced teenager.
Your hand slides down his back, feeling his skin temperature rising. “He shouldn’t- he should rest…” you repeat in your mind, but you aren’t able to detach from him as he slowly slides down back to the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap.
Your inner thighs are able to feel the hardness growing underneath you; in fact, it would be impossible not to, as Uryu’s hips buck up on their own, pushing his heat against yours. You tremble, as he gets more and more desperate.
His lips finally abandon your mouth, only to land on your neck. Uryu seems to be a biter as he first inhales the scent of your flesh just to carve his teeth on it after.
You whine, a little screech from the pain of the bite. Who would have said Ishida Uryu developed to be nothing but a sweet lover?
Though, Uryu shouldn’t keep going any further. First, because of his health. Second, because you are currently on shift and third, is this the place where your bodies will meet after so long to love each other?
“Sto-stop…” you whisper, sweet and lovingly.
“WHAT? DID I HURT YOU?” he suddenly stops, scared.
You giggle; He is indeed a desperate lover with so much respect for your body.
“No… but you are sweating, a lot. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes. Your skin is burning, and your brain will literally fry if you don’t stop. I’ve told you this many times already” you scold him, almost sounding like a mother. -thing you ultimate despise doing-
Uryu squinted his eyes and looked to the side; “I’ll die if it’s because of this…” he murmurs, sounding even a little whimsical.
“Plus…” you sigh. “Do you think we should do something like this here?” you continue.
The Quincy man immediately understands; “Sorry…”
You plant a peck on his forehead, getting off his lap. Of course, the wet spot on his boxer briefs looks delightful; his erection tenting the fabric, even more. His spasming belly, all his skin covered in sweat…
“I might need to run to my office, this uniform is – I’m almost naked” you comment, trying to avoid looking at him any longer. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you did.
You bend over to pick up the bowl of water that fell down your hands. It was supposed to help Uryu cool off, but it only ended up on your uniform.
“You want me to stop, and you bend that way in front of me. How am I gonna resist that bum?” he cries, and even to him it was a funny appreciation.
“MY. BUM…?” you turn around, laughing, loudly. It also makes him laugh, and suddenly you were back at that sweet age of seventeen.
And in between laughter and sneezes, Uryu finally lays back on the bed again. This time you provide him with new cool compresses to manage his high temperature.
“I need to go back to work, I’ll come check on you as soon as I am free. Ring the bell if something happens, ok?” you tell him before leaving the room, looking both sides the corridor to avoid any people seeing you leave with a ripped uniform and wet to the point of becoming see through.
You run, with a naughty smirk on your face. It is impossible not to. Your office is just in front, you will be able to change once you get there, fast, easy, and with nobody seeing you. Right?
I genuinely don’t understand how these two can sit around and do absolutely nothing as their sons are at war. And not only are they at war, but they’re at war with their mothers’ killer. Isshin and Ryuuken probably made their peace with Masaki and Katagiri’s deaths but to leave their sons to fight Yhwach is actually despicable.
Isshin, I don’t think Yuzu and Karin would mind if you assisted Ichigo in preventing the literal end of the world.
Ryuuken, I suppose is more excusable cause he created that arrow but still.
