a/n: rated m; details of sex parts; if ya can't handle it, don't read (yes, i'm telling this to specifically you your majesty xD)
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She wakes up, tears flowing down her cheeks. She rubs her eyes in confusion and can't remember what dream she had that'd cause her to cry, or why her heart feels so heavy. No matter, she thinks, it's just a dream.
(and it is)
She sighs and looks to her phone, grouchy as soon as it reads 5:45 am. She puts an arm over herself and decides she hates mornings; and falls back asleep.
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knockknock
Her ears make her aware to the annoying sound. She continues to lie.
knockknockknockknock
She mutters a curse (who the fuck could be so early this morning?) and rises unsteadily.
knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-
She opens the door groggily and rubs her eyes first before looking up, up and up at the person before her- and everything stops.
Reflexes kick in and she shuts the door quickly, but not quick enough to prevent strong hands plus a foot to block it from closing (because that's how much energy was needed to stop a tiny woman from slamming the door in front of his face).
She considers grabbing her gun and threatening him to get the fuck off but deletes that thought when she thinks how her brother would not be pleased with another scandal concerning with a Kurosaki, and that she'd tarnish the Kuchiki name because of her reckless action; and if she let's him stay outside for any longer time than this-
-the media will photobomb him, which turns into a scandal, which turns into trouble with brother, which turns into hell.
(basically she's fucked)
So she sighs and opens the door wide enough for him to get in.
Not a single word is passed as she shuts the door, and even without looking she can feel his heated gaze on her, making her more wary, more self-conscious, and heated, and she has to restrain herself from licking her lips and smashing herself against him and- well fuck.
She's turned on.
(ahh this is why she despises this man)
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It's when her legs are wrapped around him and he's lowered down next to her ear and breathing and pushing hard that she gasps that she remembers her dream now.
He stops and lifts up, brushing away her tears with a worried gaze that burns her and makes her feel and she really, really doesn't want to-
She slaps his hands away and puts them on her breasts and squeezes them and pushes forward to meet his dick all the way; he grunts and puts her legs on his shoulders and pushes harder and faster that she loses her mind and forgets-
-but the heavy feeling never goes away.
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(she'd dreamed that he was her husband and not Ichigo and that she was the perfect wife who didn't want Ichigo, who didn't fall for Ichigo and only tended to her husband's needs and husband's wants and husband this, husband that, husband-
-god, that would've been a terrible and wonderful life of nothingness)
a/n: thank you guest2 :)