You were sitting in your boyfriend's room working on homework with him, and you were both focusing. You dropped the pencil, and threw your hands up in the air as a sign of defeat.
Ichigo looked up at you from the corner of his eye, "giving up already, (last name)?"
You sighed and nodded, "you bet! I can't stand this, I'm so bored!" When you declared this fact, the nod of your head caused your breasts to bounce in your shirt, and Ichigo blushed a deep shade of red. You noticed his blush, and blinked in confusion. "What?"
"N-nothing!" Ichigo stuttered, looking down at the homework again. You smirked as a dirty idea popped into your head. You leaned over towards your boyfriend, making sure your cleavage was clearly showing, and pouted. Your hand smacked down on his homework, and he immeaditely looked up blushing a shade of red that would put Renji's hair to shame. "(Last Name)! What the hell?!"
"Neh, Ichi, "you whispered sudectively, "your name means strawberry right?"
Ichigo swallowed as his eyes flashed from your breasts to your pout, "y-yeah? So what?"
You smirked and leaned in close, so close that your lips brushed against his ear, "does that mean you taste good?"