#ukitake fluff

“Scum of Hell, bow to receive your new King!” a hooded guard, with a spike and chains around it orders. Just as he said, you did. Your knees hit the ground, your palms too. Your hair, way longer than the way you used to wear it on the living world, frames your face and grazes the stones underneath.

A sudden pressure on your body is too strong to even recognize. You feel your ribs crushing, your back arching, your lungs out of breath. The steps of the King, that you aren’t able to look at because his spiritual pressure is so strong your head couldn’t be lifted, echo all around the place.

“Please, stand-up” a sweet voice commands. It doesn’t sound like the Devil, nor even a tyrant who has arrived to rule the worst place in all of the worlds. As soon as those words were pronounced, the major pressure disappeared and even if the shortness of breath remains, you are able to lift your head up.

Pale skin, long white hair that almost grazes the ground, olive-coloured eyes. He doesn’t look like someone who belonged to Hell, but rather like an angel. You gawk, you haven’t seen such a kind face in what if feels it’s been eternity.  

His eyes scan the emaciated faces of his now servants, his frown shows pain to see them. Could he be a new breath for Hell?

“Please, you don’t have to stay much longer; you can go back to your… lives…” he says, as the guards help him to sit on his immense throne. He looks sick, perhaps. And your heart beats faster, and faster…

Everybody around you leave the place, but you can’t move. You have remained kneeling, looking at him, spellbound by the beauty and delicacy of his whole image.

It doesn’t take long until you are left there, alone, in the middle of the cave. You weren’t protected by the many sinners around you. His olive eyes find you on the ground, your ragged clothes barely covering your impurity.

He fixes his sight on yours, your lips barely separate, you can’t move. For some reason, you were pleading for mercy even if you didn’t know it yet… and that King knows it too well, as if he is able to read your mind.

“What’s your name?” he asks, curiously looking you from above, but never degradingly.

You take a little time to answer, you still feel weak… in Hell you don’t get much to eat, you should get it by yourself. “I’m (Name)…” you whisper, feeling the royal guards pulling you up from your arms.

“How dare you speak to the King?” they ask, slapping your already beaten-up face. “Stop!” the King of white hair orders, making the guards fly away with just the movement of his hand. They let go of you, falling back over your already bruised knees.

You dared to look at him, eyes that go from the hot stones to him. You watch him walk down the stairs of his throne. His hair flowing, the white kimono that covers his body, too. He comes closer, and closer. His hands extended in front of you. “Stand-up” he orders.

You can feel the soft touch of his cold palm, the bony fingers interlocking with yours, the little veins on the back of his hand. He helps you stand up; on your feet you face him. He is taller than you, but not so much. He radiates strength, but also weakness. What is him? He is more than a king; he is a deity for sure.

“What was your sin?” he asks, dragging his thumb over the commissure of your lip to wipe some blood stains off. You swallow, you can’t lie to him, he is probably proving your loyalty towards him…

Trembling lips and a tear running through your cheek, are the prelude to your confession… “I have killed the man who abused me. I have killed him, and I have made him suffer, I rejoiced in him begging for mercy… like he did when I pleaded for it to him”

The King of Hell’s eyes show what he isn’t supposed to… they reflect that so needed mercy. He takes his white long haori to cover your shoulders, it’s wide enough to give you some decency. “Please, come with me” he whispers, pulling softly from your hand.

As you both walk through an endless hall, royal guards bow before him. They look at you, but they don’t say anything. If the King is walking with her, then, they should respect that woman.

The biggest room you have ever seen, even in your living years, appears in front of you. Velvety drapes, the biggest bed in the middle of the room. It looks nothing like you are used to see in hell.

“Sit down” he mumbles, helping you sit on his bed. It is comfortable, and you haven’t sat on something so fluffy since you were alive. “Thank you, my King” you whisper, looking at your fidgeting hands.

A soft giggle escapes his lips, the sweetest smile plastered on his lips. “Call me Jushiro, please” he utters. You smile kindly too. It’s impossible not to feel well around him, there is no way this man is the new King of Hell.

“So, judging by your sin you shouldn’t be here… but, what about staying with me for as long as it takes me send you to the Soul Society?”

You widen your eyes, there is no way he has just said such thing. Frankly staying with him seems enough for you, but Soul Society? You are a sinner! Weren’t the chains of hell unbreakable? How can you return? In any case if there is someone able to do so is the King of Hell himself… and you have no time to lose…

You throw yourself to him, snaking your arms around his waist. Your face gets pressed against his tight belly. You can feel the way his breathing gets accelerated, and instead of pushing you away his kind hands caress the crown of your head.

“I WILL BE YOUR SERVANT, I WILL DO EVERYTHING YOU ASK ME FOR MY KING!” you scream, muffled by his clothes against your mouth. Your forehead, your cheeks, your nose buried into his body. There isn’t a crumb of lies in that statement, you are willing to do whatever he wants and for some reason you can’t let him go from your embrace.

His slender fingers brush back your long hair, softly pushing your head back slightly. “You don’t have to beg for mercy, you are ok now” he mumbles, looking straight into your eyes as he still pats your head.

“Thank you… Jushiro~” you mumble, closing your eyes to snuggle into his embrace a little longer. But, those who transcend to Hell are unleashed of inhibitions, and desires are always a little more notorious and unstoppable for sinners… you keep purring like a kitten against his body, once, twice. Like the snake who tempted Adam and Eve to bite the apple, you graze yourself more and more against his clothes.

You can feel the King of Hell itself slowly succumbing to his masculine desires, even if he looked like an angel… there was something dark inside of that man, something that clearly had sent him down here.

“What are you doing, (Name)-chan?” he stutters, at this point trying to hide his growing erection from you. But you don’t answer, and you simply keep nuzzling on his abs, smelling the clean scent of his perfume.

“You… you…. You need a bath” he stops you, making you pout. But he was right, how comes a filthy sinner like you touch a God like him?. “Follow me, please” he commands, walking back from you. He has difficulty breathing, Jushiro can’t process your sudden approach.

His bathroom consists of a single cooper tub surrounded by many little bottles. You have no idea what them are, you don’t care either. “Here, I will fill it for you. Please take your time” he says, walking away, trying not to take a look at you… he is avoiding your stare because he is sure of falling into your tempting trap.

But, you won’t let him go. Of course, you won’t. You stop him, grabbing his wrist with a strong grip. “Please, don’t leave me” you plead, because even if you want him to touch you, you are surely scared of being alone.

“It’s ok… I will help you” he sighs, turning towards you slowly. Trying not to see your nudity would be stupid, your torn clothes weren’t covering a lot either way.

Jushiro takes a deep breath of air while he carefully undresses you, the rags fall to the ground showing him the many marks covering your body. “What happened to you…” he whispers, in pain. But you don’t care how many times you’ve been hit and hurt down here, you only care about his soft graze.

For a second, Jushiro gets lost in the beauty of your body. His emerald eyes travel from your collarbones, down the mountains of your breasts, to the valley of your inner thighs. He bites his pale lips to stop himself from going any further, despite you subtly dancing for him.

“Come on, it’s not really hot” he mumbles, pointing at the tub. Tub in which your beautiful legs hop. It’s true, the water is not really warm but pleasantly lukewarm. However, your body feels as hot as Hell itself. Yours, and his.

He uses a little container on the side to sprinkle water over your body. The fine drip of it serpents from your neck to your nipples, making them hard and noticeable. You squirm and let a little whine slip from your lips… Reddish lips so tempting for the white-haired man right next to you.

Jushiro swallows and dares to touch your skin to clean the dried blood of your body, your skin gets all bumpy by the simple graze of his palm. The more he goes down, the more you can’t help but spread your legs just enough for him.

“I don’t think I sho-“ he wants to convince himself he should stop… but why? After all he is the King, and you are a simple servant of him. “Please…” you moan, with pleading eyes and your lips getting closer to his. Your hands grip to the side of the bath as he violently attacks your mouth. Jushiro has fallen into the trap, and he won’t be able to come back now…

A kiss so deep and lustful you haven’t ever experienced; you whine in between the intrusion of his tongue and his fingers in your sex.

“Ah…Jushiro~” you scream, as his fingering motions go faster and harder in and out of you, with water splashing everywhere.  “Weren’t you willing to do whatever I wanted, hum?” he asks, with a totally different tone. He is now more perverse, sinful, lustful, worthy of his throne.

You nod repeatedly, melting as your climax is getting closer. “I’m – coming…” you exclaim, burying your nails into his shoulder. “You are? But I wanna fuck you harder before you come…” he whispers, taking his fingers off your sex.

Jushiro stands up, lending his hand to you. Lightheaded, you get out of the tub and even if you thought you would be walking up to his bed, Jushiro attacks once again your mouth. Your wetness drips on the floor, your hair completely damped, your body too. His white clothes begin to stick to his body, the patches showing a lean body underneath. A body you wanna see completely naked for you, a body you discover as passionate kisses take place while you undress him.

Jushiro’s pale skin is as tempting as freedom, your lips graze the cold feeling of his flesh. Butterfly kisses and also nibbling, leaving red marks all over. He tastes as sweet as candy; his scent is as soft as flowers.

His hands surround your thighs, pulling you up. Coughing a little, he is able to lift you up. Your legs surround his hips, your arms his neck. His hardness looking for your entrance, your fingers tangled with his beautiful long hair.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, but I want it” he says, sounding as guilty as sure. “If you wanna punish me for this, do it… but first, fuck me, fuck me hard” you plead, joining your lips with his and letting your hips low down so he can penetrate you.  

Jushiro grunts, the pleasure of your walls being stretched by his intrusive shaft makes his eyes go blank. Your toes curl, your nails carve into his back muscles, it feels so good, it makes you so dizzy.

Humping up and down, as both breathes each other’s moans, whines, and whimpers. You are close, already so close. And probably Jushiro is too. He barely manages to walk towards his bed as he keeps going in and out of you. Both fall over the mattress, him topping you, him making your right leg go up so he can fit better inside you. Deeper, he wants to go deeper on you.

Thrusts with organic motions, his hips go in, up, down, and out. Pushing up, sometimes slower, sometimes violently. His white strands of hair framing his face, falling on each side of yours. He pants, sometimes coughs. The ferrous taste on his mouth is nothing compared to the ambrosial flavour of your lips.

Jushiro takes his time to enjoy your clenching walls around his shaft, he is delighted by the whimpering creature underneath his frame. You are finishing, and he is too.

“I’m gonna cum, Jushi-ro” you moan. “Cum for me, beautiful sinner” he whispers in your ear, as the last thrust go even deeper than before, giving you the final blow. You tremble and arch your back as you hit climax, biting his lower lip, tinting yours in drops of blood.

He grimaces, it hurts, but it’s ok, he likes it too. Motivated by your orgasm he reaches his own, his soft grunts sound like a beautiful music to your ears. You can feel him filling you up, he doesn’t even try to pull out, he couldn’t do it even if we wanted to.

You rest over his pale chest, curling his hair in between your fingers, kissing his skin. He does the same, he is tired, but he is proud of ,despite his poor health, being able to make love to you as much as he liked…