Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Hitsugaya x Ichigo (Yes, you read that right.)

Summary: Requested by gaara'slove007. “Hitsugaya is a spoiled, bratty Yakuza Prince who gets what ever he wants, then he sees Ichi and tries to make him his by any means necessary.” I don’t know much about the Yakuza, other than they are ‘organized crime’ in Japan, so I had to do a little bit of research to write this. If anyone has any corrections to make, I welcome them.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, lemons, smut, bondage, rimming, light spanking, dirty talk. WAY OOC! Also, there is no moral of the story where Hitsugaya learns something and goes on to be a better person- he gets what he wants.

Reige- I am interested in reading your story, but I couldn’t find it. Tell me where I could and I would be more than happy to read it as well as write your request.

The Prince

Ya-Ku-Za. 8-9-3. The sum of those numbers equals 20, the worst possible score to get in a Japanese card game. That is where the Yakuza derive their name- without worth to society. That is not to say that they have no use for the society, but they are social misfits. They don’t fit.

I am the only son of Jushiro Ukitake, the Yakuza clan boss. My narrow frame and short stature has always drawn attention to myself. Those who think I am weak are quickly put down, and sometimes to death. I am The Prince, after all. I deserve respect and I demand it. I want nothing less than the best, and have always gotten it.

That is, until I saw him.

If there were ever a misfit that needed a place to belong, it was Kurosaki Ichigo. Bright orange hair, brown, blazing eyes and creamy skin that just begged to be tasted. I wanted him, and I always get what I want.

I was sitting in a restaurant with my Father when I first met him. His father was one of my father’s Wakashu. Children. Not biological, of course, just a name to represent his importance to my Oyabun. Kurosaki Isshin was a leader of one of the sub-gangs, and had brought his son to meet my father.

His eyes barely even flickered over me before resting on father. Tch, who did he think he is? Of course his disinterest in me just enflamed my interest. I wanted to know more about him and that pretty face of his.
That night I asked my father to give him to me, and was very surprised at the answer.

“Ah, I’m sorry whitey, I can’t do that.” He pushed lots of candy into my arms with a beaming smile, making me roll my eyes in irritation.

“Why not? I want him.”

“Because he is one of my Wakashu’s sons, now get to bed. Don’t forget to eat all your candy!”

You would think I was five instead of twenty-one. And who the hell tells their kid to eat all their candy? So messed up.

I undressed in my lavish room, turning around to examine my body in the full-length mirror. I was only 5’ 6”, but I was strong. My muscles were lean and hard, wiry from years of training. Tattoos covered my body from my shoulders down. It had taken years to get them all done traditionally by hand with hand-made bamboo needles, but it was worth it to represent the pride I had in my clan. I flicked the lights off and padded over to my bed, slipping under the silky red sheets.

I closed my eyes I pictured Ichigo Kurosaki. He was make a perfect pet. Oh, the ways I could get him to submit to me. I would tie him up in the most beautiful bondage money could buy and tease him for hours, make him beg for me to fuck that perfect, tight, little ass of his.

I would make Kurosaki Ichigo mine.

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I ordered my subordinates to find anything out about Kurosaki Ichigo that they could and bring it to me immediately. Father knew what I was doing, but he didn’t stop it. He even went so far as to comment how cute it was that I had a crush. After that conversation I went into our personal dojo and sparred with some of the Yakuza until they couldn’t stand any more.

The information they gave me was meager, at best. Kurosaki Ichigo was 16 years old, 5’ 9”- three inches taller than myself- and enjoyed reading Shakespeare. Their inability to gather any useful information made me irritated, more so when Matsumoto grabbed me into a large hug- squishy my face into her boobs- and lectured me on getting to know my crush myself.

I hate that woman.

But despite her idiotic ways, she was correct. If I wanted to…acquire Ichigo, I would need to get to know him personally. The thought of getting to know my bed partner would usually have sent shudders through me, but Ichigo…was different.

So I would invite him to a little one-on-one dinner (no Wakashu’s son would dare reject a personal invitation from the Yakuza’s prince) and charm him into sleeping with me. Easy as pie.

My dinner outfit consisted of my best casual dress. A dark purple silk suit with a blue polo underneath it to make it less formal. I knew it made my eyes stand out, and that was a must for luring in my prey

When I picked Ichigo up, he looked so uncomfortable in his cream suit jacket and dark blue dress shirt. But he was well put together and beautiful enough to be worthy of being at my side.

“Um, good evening, Hitsugaya-sama.” I spark of fire went through me at being called ‘sama’ by this ethereal being, but I brushed it off.

“Kurosaki-san.” I purred his name, delighted as it produced the shiver I was hoping for. “I am delighted you could join me for dinner this evening.”

“Oh, uh, yes of course, I really wasn’t expecting it…” He furrowed his eyebrow, perhaps trying to think of what he could have done to merit such attention from a prince such as myself.

“Hmm, yes, yes. I simply wanted to better acquaint myself with your person, Kurosaki Ichigo. My father speaks highly of your own.”

I leaned back against the leather seat of the car with my arms splayed across the back, raising my chin slightly to get across the perfect picture of sophisticated relaxed posture.

“Please, call me Ichigo.”

I chuckled and gazed at him from beneath my white eyelashes. “Then you must call me Toushiro.” I smirked at the faint blush that crossed his cheeks as he hastily looked out the window and away from me. Heh, this was going to be too easy.

Dinner was at a very discreet restaurant that I loved going to called Kanda. Not many people knew about it, but it didn’t need the fame for the type of consumers it drew. I took a sip of my sake drink as Ichigo ordered, taking a chance to study him without his embarrassment. I wondered if anyone had ever touched him…hard to consider him to be a virgin when such an attractive male must get lots of attention.

As dinner progressed through dishes of ayu sweetfish, I realized that my assumptions of easy seduction were way off. Ichigo was not the type to be easily swayed with sweet words and charm. In fact, he balked away from them in surprising revolt. Maybe because he recognized which words were spoken as sweet lies and which were said as truth. Either way, I wouldn’t be charming him into my bed as quickly as I hoped.

I would have to go to plan B. While he was in the bathroom I pulled the powdered drug out and tilted it into his drink, smirking as it dissolved instantly. Nothing lavish or harmful like the date rape drugs out there, circling the Tokyo underworld. Just a simple sleeping concoction that would knock him out like a light.

It worked just as well as I hoped. A few minutes after he drank some of it, his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped forward onto the table. Sipping my wine, I motioned for the check and pulled out my cell phone to call for my driver. I made excuses of him ‘drinking too much’ and got him to the car easily enough. He was surprisingly heavy, but I supposed that was because he has more muscles than fat. Now to get him back to the house.

Nobody asked questions as I brought him up to my thankfully sound-proof room. Laying him onto the bed, I made sure the door was securely locked and got to work on the artwork lying on my bed. And what a masterpiece he was.
He woke slowly, closing his eyes tightly shut as he tried to stay asleep. He gave a little mumble and tried to turn his head to the side, but his inability to do so easily snapped him awake immediately.

“What the fuck!? Why am I tied up on your bed!?” He yelled at me. Oh, but he was magnificent like this, his creamy white limbs bound with rope. I tied him so he was face-down on my crimson sheets and his arms were behind his back. A long chain came down from the ceiling and looped around the binding so he couldn’t escape from the bed. A belt was looped around each leg across the upper thigh and then under his shin so he couldn’t move out of his kneeling position. And he was naked. Beautiful.

“Don’t talk to me in such a tone.” I chastised him lightly and ran my hand down his ass.

He scowled at me and I gave him a reprimanding slap on the ass, earning me an affronted gasp. “Oi! Stop it!”

“You are in no position to give me orders.” I slapped him on the ass again, grinning at the yelp, and stood to take off my own clothes.

He blinked at my nude body and his draw dropped, his eyes straying to my impressive manhood. “You’re naked.”

“Yes.” I kneeled on the bed.

“I’m naked.”

“Yes.” I grabbed his ass, giving both cheeks a hard squeeze and rubbing my thumbs along the soft skin before parting the flesh to look at his puckered entrance. My actions produced a predictable yelp and I didn’t both to restrain my chuckle.

“Toushiro, we should talk about this! I won’t tell anyone if you let me go!”

I ignored him and bent over to lick between those white globes. Soon he would be singing a different tune; I just had to be patient. Sure enough, as soon as I thrust my tongue into that tight cavern, he gave a surprised moan and started to squirm.

“Ah…no…not there…” He buried his head against the bed with his entire body tensed. His cock was now interested and leaking fluid from its slit as I rimmed him and snuck my hand around to pump his penis. “Stop…” He continued to writhe, well as much as he could in his position, and released a high-pitched whine as I slipped the cock ring over him and placed it snug over the base of his penis.

Pulling away from the delicious treat, I grabbed the bottle of lube on my night stand as well as the other item I had placed their earlier. Pouring the liquid onto my fingers, I moved them to his entrance and wasted no time in thrusting two in. He let out a long wail and bit at the bedding with his teeth, he face contorted in pain.

“So you are a virgin…at least to the act of being bottom.” I spread my fingers apart, taking care to be a little gentler with my new knowledge, and coaxed him open wider. His breath came in shallow pants as I found his prostate and rubbed against it until he was reduced to a sobbing mess.

“More, please!” I pulled my fingers out and he gasped out loud in need. “No! Don’t stop!”

“Be patient brat.” I smirked at him and raised the object I had procured earlier. Lubing it up, I turned the vibrator on and pushed it into his entrance. His entire body jolted and he made a mewling noise that went straight to my erection. I started to thrust it in and out of him, aiming for his prostate and trying to see how many other sounds I could get him to make.

“Ah!” His hands twisted frantically in their binds and I decided that I couldn’t wait to be in him any longer. Removing the toy and tossing it onto the bed and lubed up my aching cock, positioning myself at his entrance. I pushed in slowly, pausing when he tensed up around me. Luckily I was patient and gracious enough to give him time to adjust before continuing on. His face was screwed up in pain and his body was quivering, but I could see no sign of obvious agony so I pushed myself the rest of the way in.

He made a kind of strained whining sound as I stilled before leaning forward and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. It probably wouldn’t be as uncomfortable for him if I untied him, but the control I had over Ichigo just turned me on even more. And if his state of arousal was anything to go by, he really didn’t mind either.

“I’m moving now.”

He gave a shaky nod even though his face was still pressed firmly into the mattress. Baka. I took my time in moving in and out of him, carefully watching his face for pain. There would be later dates for rough play. He winced a few times, but was relaxing now so I stopped worrying.

Thrusting in and out of him, I grinned at the wet noises our bodies were making as we came together. Ichigo’s blush carried all the way down his back, both in pleasure and probably embarrassment. It felt so good to be moving inside his tight body, gripping those arousing hips of his until they bruised.

He was pushing back against me now, trying to get me to move faster, but I would not be rushed. I wanted to savor our night together, go slow until neither he nor I could stand it. Although, it looked as though he was already desperate for more friction.

“Toushiro…” He moaned my name and looked over his shoulder with pleading eyes. “Please… more!”

“Tch… I will give in this once, but don’t think I will always comply with your demands.” I lectured him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

“Oh! Yes, yes!”

“You sound like such a slut.” I fondled his erection, still not removing the cock ring. “Do you always make such lewd noises?”

“Ah, nooooo!”

I chuckled and angled my hips so I was continuously rubbing against his prostate. “But you’re my slut, aren’t you bitch?”

“Yes, please, I’m yours!”

“Good whore.” I gave a loud smack to his ass. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!”

“Ask your master nicely.”

“Master, please let me come!”

Oh how easily he let his pride crumble to me. In my pleasure for his actions I took his cock ring off and jerked him a few times, grinning as he screamed and released all over the silk bedding and his stomach. Seeing him in ecstasy drove me to my own orgasm and I pistoned in and out of him a few more times as his clenching body milked me dry.

This boy was a better fuck than I expected. I’ll have to remember to send him flowers.

In the morning Ichigo was considerably pissed. Mostly because I hadn’t bothered to untie him the night before and he was in a bit of pain. In order to not risk further ire, I had my chauffer drive him home and sent out for new bedding. I thought that that would settle it and I would no longer have the urges, but I found myself thinking of him still. I wanted him, and this time I wouldn’t let him leave.

It was even harder the second time to get him into my bed because he wouldn’t leave his drink unattended with me. I was very surprised when his father helped me in that endeavor, saying that ‘he wanted his little boy to get laid.’ Either way, creepiness or not, I managed to get a drugged Ichigo into my room yet again, this time tying him onto his back with his limbs splayed out appropriately. I decided against a ball gag, as tempting as it was, because I loved those noises he made.

“Agh, not again!” He cried out as I entered him, still so tight. “Go slower, damn it!”

“That’s not what you said last time.” I purred and held his legs over my shoulders as I continued to pound into him.

“At least…let me…adjust!” He threw his head back and clenched his teeth as his fingernails dug into the headboard. Hm, if I was honest with myself perhaps I should have waited for him to relax a second before I continued. But it wasn’t like he was a virgin anymore.

As soon as he got used to it a little and I hit his prostate repeatedly he stopped whining and begged me to fuck him faster. Heh, that’s why I didn’t gag him.

I remembered to untie him that time, but it was obviously a mistake because he managed to slip away in the morning before I woke up. Damn.

The third time we didn’t even make it back to my room. I pinned him against the dirty brick wall of a dark alley and fucked him so hard he collapsed immediately after. I took him back to his place this time and generously cleaned the scrapes and bruises on his back from the hard wall. I didn’t tie him down, assuming he would feel safer in his own house and wouldn’t try to escape.

His loud yells and cursing woke me and I opened one eye to see a very pissed off Ichigo scowling at me. “For fucks sake, I can barely move!”

“What do you want me to do about it?” I grumbled and yanked him back down onto the bed, wrapping the blankets up around us.

“Bastard!” I heard him grumble under his breath, but I didn’t chastise him.

I had lost count how many times I had fucked him, but somewhere along the line it stopped being ‘fucking’ and turned into sex, and then making love. At the moment I was gripping his waist tightly as he moved down carefully on my cock. He was a little unfamiliar with the position, but I walked him through it and he was enjoying the rare small bit of control I was giving him even though I would always be the one inside of him.

“Tou…Toushiro!” He moaned my name, chewing on his lower lip and keeping his eyes clenched shut.

“Ichigo.” I slid my hand up to his face and rubbed my thumb over his bleeding lip before raising it to my mouth and licking the blood off of it. “Move faster, Ichigo.”

He laughed a little breathlessly and then cried out as I jerked my hips up to shove myself further into him. “Don’t…think…I will always…comply with your…demands…” He said my own words back to me, not as impressive in his broken speech, but rather adorable.

“Oh, I think you will.” I used my grip on his hips to yank him the rest of the way down.

“Ah!!!”

Ichigo was mine, and Father was content with my choice of partner. Now if only I could get him to stop giving me so much candy…Ichigo always gets pissy with all the strawberry lollipops he finds around.

Although I admit, I love it when he sucks on them.

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Term’s: Wakashu- children
Oyabun- father

I know that Hitsugaya is a lot shorter in the anime, but I also made him older. He’s still shorter than Ichigo, though. :D