(This story was inspired by "Tsundere Lucario" by Clamor Luporum. And, let me tell you, it's a masterpiece. It's a lemon between you and your male Lucario, and the story is in 2nd point of view, and it is a fucking gem! For the love of Arceus go check it out.)
You awake from one of the greatest sleeps of your life. Instinctively you stretch your arms in the air, and let out a content sigh at the feeling of your bones popping. You attempt to get up from your bed, only to finally realize something furry and heavy is keeping you weighed down. Looking down, your brain processes that your Zoroark is laying on you, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame, and claws slightly poking the skin of your back. He's using your chest like a pillow, and would occasionally nuzzle it in his sleep. You chuckle at the sight, but good things must sadly come to an end.
"Zoroark, you awake?" You question as you gently nudge his shoulder.
The dark type grumbles and hugs you tighter, before falling back asleep. His claws are now digging into your back harder now, not to the point of piercing the skin, but hard enough to set off red flags.
"C'mon Zoroark, time to wake up." You continue your efforts, nudging him just a little bit harder.
He finally wakes up and looks up at you. Your eyes meet and he smiles, before the realization of where he was dinged on him. His smile turns into a scowl, his arms unwrap from the affectionate hug, and before you know it, he's pushing you off the bed.
"What was that for?" You groan in pain.
"What are you doing in my bed?" He sneers down at you, using telepathy.
"What are you talking about. You're in my bed." You correct him. The skin beneath his fur turns a bright red, and you can just barley see.
"Yeah...But...Shut up!" He jumps off your bed, his right foot landing on your stomach and adding insult to injury. You gasp loudly as you lose your breath, and wince as he slams the door shut. You're left on the rug floor, out of breath, and with only one thought.
"What...the...fuck?"