Tastes like Strawberries. (Ichigo x Reader)

Italic dialog: "English."
Normal dialog: "Well, I guess it would be Japanese.."
Enjoy!~
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You had done it. You had just so done it, that was the last straw! The one that broke the damned camels back! But this is you we're talking about here, this is something he should be used to. Ever since Renji had told you what 'Ichigo' meant in Japanese, you just couldn't let it go and he finally snapped.

Finding all the strawberry scratch-and-sniff stickers on his pillow: haha, funny, cute joke! He had to admit that was a good one.

The strawberry soap in his bathroom: It was still cute, just a little less! And not that he'd ever admit it, he used it.. once.

Feeling the strawberries in his favorite pair of socks: That was taking it a bit too far, but you were his best friend so he let it go with a, "Why?" to which you replied, "It suites you."

But the day he opened his locker in school and all that strawberry jam spewed all over him: You were dead.

Clenching his fist, his eye twitched as laughter busted through the hall and echoed in his ears. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he tried his best to keep his cool and barely succeeded. Doing what he could to clean his face off, he used the bottom of his school uniform to at least get it off and away from his eyes. Slowly, yet stiffly, he closed his locker with a loud bang and hastily took off towards where he knew you'd be. Walking quickly, he ignored the people who were calling his name to talk. Nope, you were gonna be the one to deal with his wrath. Sure, he could have went and told the dean what happened and that he needed to go home to change, but then you would have gotten in serious trouble. Detention at the least.. but no, that wasn't how Ichigo Kurosaki worked.

You wanted to poke the Lion with a stick? You were getting bit. He shook his head and scoffed. Well of course not literally, that would just be gross! And really weird to bite someone. Stopping right outside the class room door, he saw how the teacher wasn't there yet, so this was his chance. Puffing out his chest, he slammed the door open and stared at you with a throaty growl. Every head turned to look at the door when it busted open and immediately giggles erupted around the class room, you being one of them. That is until he started to stalk towards you at a torturously slow pace and his eye twitched - which in your defense looked hilarious because there was jelly sitting right on the muscle, but you could mention that later.

The further he inched towards your desk, the more you tried to disappear into your chair. The classroom had become tauntingly quiet as his hands slammed down on your desk and he leaned over it, getting his face closer to yours. That's when you started to ramble in English. You were fluent in Japanese, yes, but seeing English is your normal language it would be your first choice always. "I-Ichigo.. come on.. it- it was funny..! Just a joke.. y-you can always clean up!"

His hand slammed against the table again and he inwardly freaked. He didn't have a special way to get you back! did he think he could just come charge in here and yell at you for it? No, no, that wouldn't do.. he had to get you back, some how! He clenched his teeth to keep a blush from forming on his cheeks as an idea came to mind. But you were so shy around people you didn't know, this would teach you.. it had too! But did he really have the guts to do this? It's him we're talking about. He's a - dare he say it about himself - a prude! Swallowing hard, he looked down at you and almost caved to your beautiful eyes. They were huge staring at him with such an innocent look.

Lifting up his hand slowly, he brought it to his face and slowly wiped some jam off. Trying his best not to think twice about his actions, he brought his covered fingers to your face and wiped them across the corner of your lips. Seeing your face brighten like Renjis hair, he almost screamed himself from embarrassment. Setting his hand back down on the desk, he leaned froward as your eyes widened. He could almost hear everyone around him, including himself, inwardly screaming the same question, 'Is he really gonna do it!'. Feeling his face and every part of his body burn, he found a reason to be glad he was mere inches from your face because now, no one could see his. Bringing his lips right up to yours, his heart pounded in his chest. For a long time he had only ever dreamed of being this close to you and now here he was.. getting you back for a prank.

Shit!

Wanting to get the whole thing over with as quickly as he could, his tongue instantly slide out and ran along the corners of your mouth. But that was your plan all along wasn't it? It was never about the Strawberries.. no, no, it was much bigger then that. The poor boy didn't realize that until he started to pull away and felt your warm hands cup his cheeks and pull him back in, planting your lips smack on his. His eyes widened and his arms flew up, freezing in mid-air. Ignoring all the squeals and gasps in the room, he could hardly focus on what was happening with the feeling inside of him. Being so shocked as he was, he had only gotten mere seconds to enjoy the warmth of your small hands, the feel of your soft lips against his because you pulled back. His eyes less wide now, but his hands still in the air he could feel his face growing as red as yours was just moments ago.

It worsened - if possible - when you licked your lips, put your palms flat on your desk, stood up and whispered oh-so-sultry like in his ear, "You even taste like Strawberries."

And here for a moment.. he actually thought he had won against you.