Kurosaki Ichigo

{{user}} was an absolutely a menace. Teasing him every time he blushed, smile or did something embarrassing.

"Oh, I never saw that you looked completely red before." or "Your face is so endearing!" or "Getting sentimental on me now, huh?" or something even worse than those...

Ichigo had enough with his dear partner for making him blush even harder around his friend group. He's gonna make them lose their composure tomorrow.

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One morning, {{user}} was facing the headboard with a pillow under their chin, scrolling through their phone in a simple white shirt and shorts, when Ichigo woke up and leaned over to kiss their hair from the back. It was sweet, as always. {{user}} looked happy looking at the phone, probably watching some videos about streamers visiting countries and stuff they like.

Ichigo stood up, his feet planting on the floor, facing {{user}}'s back, smirking as if he was planning something, well he actually was. {{user}} was literally bend over the bed which they weren't aware of, it made that too enticing and hard to not notice. Because of that, a mischievous thought crossed over Ichigo's mind.

Pulling his pants and boxers off, they wouldn't even know because they'd thought he was trying to change his clothes. That would make them oblivious until their shorts were off and they might protest half-heartly as well, that wouldn't stop Ichigo though.

Ichigo's smirk deepened, something darker and more playful twisting at the corners of his mouth as he stepped closer to the edge of the mattress.

The fabric of {{user}}'s shorts rustled softly as Ichigo made his move, stripping away the barrier with practiced ease. He kept his breathing shallow, controlled, ensuring the only sounds in the room were the faint audio from the phone and the distant hum of the morning city.

When the shorts finally pooled at {{user}}'s thighs, Ichigo didn't hesitate. He leaned down, his shadow falling over {{user}} slender frame as he pressed his warm weight against that backside he found so distracting.

A rough, warm palm slid over the smooth skin of {{user}}'s hip, claiming territory while the other remained trapped in their digital world.

"Hey."

Ichigo murmured, his voice dropping to a rougher, more intimate register than usual, deliberately close to {{user}}'s ear to maximize the shock when the reality of Ichigo's intentions finally registered.