hey everyone, this is my first fic in a while so I hope you still find it enjoyable! I'm debating on whether it'll be a series of one shots or to have some sort of overall plot, keeping in mind that this is intended to be just PWP. please R&R!

definitions just in case:
Bengoshi – law attorney

He rubbed his nose underneath where his glasses sat, wincing a bit at how blinding his desk lamp could make his paperwork be; dizzying. It was a long day at the clinic and his write-ups seem never-ending. Hanging his doctor's coat up on the rack felt like such a victory earlier, so why does he feel so defeated? Leaning into his chair, he arched his back to stretch and then slumped, loosening his tie soon thereafter. He ran his hand through his mop of orange hair and glanced at the clock, exhaling loudly at how late it's quickly become. For a second, he debated on whether he should press on and finish tonight or come in extra early tomorrow morning.. Or maybe he should just work until he's tired, then fall asleep on his office couch, as he had done many times in the past. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt a little more and leaned over his desk, putting his nose back to the grindstone, scribbling in one of many patient files.

He heard a soft knocking at his door and assumed it was the cleaning staff, since it was already that hour.

"Don't worry about my office tonight", he called out, never looking up from his report.

So focused on his work, he didn't hear the gentle clicks of his office door as it opened and shut. What drew his attention, however, was the slow and methodical clacking of high heels on the tiles of his office floor. Frowning, he looked up and tried to adjust his eyesight to the dark perimeter of his room, curious as to who had entered. He was in a hurry to go home, despite having no one to go home to. His frown gradually eased at a beautiful pair of long legs came into view, then hips and a bust clad in a deep purple business dress suit, then a delicate heart-shaped face with thin lips slightly curved into a mischievous smile. Even in the dim lighting, her eyes shone like jewels, their color identical to her dress. Her porcelain skin glowed as if she was ethereal, even more so against the blackness of her bob haircut, and he was seriously considering that he was imagining it all. He'd been so career-driven, he couldn't remember the last time he was intimate with someone, much less had a girlfriend. If he was becoming this delusional, perhaps he was desperately in need of a vacation.

With grace, she removed her coat, making her red bra very visible underneath her crisp, white button-up blouse, and draped it over the chair facing his desk, which was meant for guests. She sat, crossing her legs and clasping her hands over her knees, her back leaning comfortably into the chair.

"Kurosaki Ichigo-sensei, I apologize for arriving so late and without an appointment, but I couldn't risk others finding out my whereabouts."

He did not respond but maintained eye-contact with her, signaling that he was listening.

"My name is Kuchiki Rukia, wife of Kuchiki Byakuya."

He recognized her husband's name easily, as he was a high-ranking bengoshi within the Diet. His family had a long history of serving in the Diet and he was known for his staunchly conservative views, although he was a man of few words. His almost extreme views made him a target of the opposition, so he was always well-guarded. Being the nation's most eligible bachelor, hearts everywhere were broken when the sudden announcement of marriage hit the news a few months ago.

"And what do you want with me?"

He almost blushed when her smile widened just a fraction. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, putting an elbow on his desk and propping her chin up on her hand.

"Straight-forward yet completely refreshing! It makes me want you all the more now!"

He took off his glasses and tossed them to the corner of his desk, trying to seem unaffected by her flirting.

"What for? What could someone in your position possibly want with someone so beneath you?"

"Careful, Kurosaki-sensei. I'll remind you that I'm a happily married woman." She winked at him, making him sputter a little once he recounted his wording.

She continued, "I'm in need of a doctor I can trust. It's hard to find someone with whom I can share intimate details about my body without fear of being harmed or betrayed."

The mention of "intimate" in relation to her body distracted him for a little longer than he liked, feeling warm from his pulse quickening.

"I've read much about you – your education, your accolades and publications, your volunteer work… You've done quite well for yourself professionally – a prodigy – and had offers from every major hospital with a reputation to entice you. Yet you turned it all down to take over the family clinic in this small town of Karakura."

He narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying you're an incredibly talented doctor and an honorable man."

"Flattery will get you nowhere. Besides, I don't like the idea of placing myself or my family at risk, just because I'm the doctor of the bastard politician's wife. Please make sure the door shuts completely on your way out; I have a lot of work to do."

He waved her off with a flip of his hand and was about to pick up his pen when she spoke again.

"You see, playing hard-to-get works on me, that is, if I really want you… And you, I do. You will be in no more danger than you are now, granted we both keep our mouths shut about what we do behind this office door. If it eases your mind, I will pay whatever wages you ask. Do we have a deal?"

He felt a little riled at what she'd insinuated; he accepted the challenge. "I have the utmost pride in maintaining patient-doctor confidentiality, and you can just pay what everyone else pays. It's useless for you to try to throw your money around here."

"Great!" She jumped to her feet and walked over to stand beside him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.

She tilted her head quizzically. "Aren't you going to examine me?"

"Are you unwell?"

"I don't think so but shouldn't you do a preliminary exam as a basis for my medical history with you?"

Irked that she had a point, he grabbed his stethoscope from his desk drawer and swiveled his chair to face her. He was shocked to find himself eye-level with red lace and cleavage that instinctually he wanted to touch. She had already unbuttoned most of her blouse, unperturbed with her exposure. Not wanting to seem immature, he warmed the bell of his stethoscope with his hand then placed it over her heart. He was listening intently to her rhythm until he realized his forearm kept brushing against the top of her breast.

"Does it sound okay?" She smiled knowingly at him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yes. Your heart sounds fine." He ran his hand over his mouth and chin to hide his embarrassment for being caught staring. He cleared his throat. "Turn around, I'll listen to your lungs."

She pulled her blouse off of her shoulders so that it hung solely by her waistband, her torso bare except for her bra. He auscultated her lungs, having her take deep breaths. He openly ogled her skin, fantasizing about running his hands all over it.

"Okay, your lungs sound fine too." He placed his stethoscope back into his desk drawer. "Unless there is anything else, you can g-"

He was rendered speechless by the goddess before him. He swallowed hard at the sight of her delectable breasts, her nipples a perfect rosy pink.

"I was expecting a more thorough exam, Kurosaki-sensei." She picked up both of his hands and placed each one over a breast.

His self-restraint was thinning by the second. He was supposed to be an honorable man, so what is he doing opening the door to adultery? She had much more to lose, yet she was throwing herself at him. Did she have an ulterior motive or was she just looking for sex? She did her research well, to know he'd be easy prey considering his generally taciturn personality. It amazed him that she knew exactly what buttons to push and he responded accordingly to her leading him by the nose.

He could feel her hardened nipples against the palm of his hands and unconsciously squeezed. Rukia gave a slight moan. Encouraged, he massaged her breasts, periodically tweaking her nipples. Her reactions made him brazen and he took a nipple into his mouth… Then he took the other. His blood was coursing so fast through his body that he almost didn't hear her call for him.

"Kurosaki-sensei, I remembered I had a health concern to address."

She took one of his hands and led it under her skirt, placing it on the wet cloth of her panties.

"You see, sometimes, I get so wet here, just dripping… So I was thinking you could take a look at it." She bit her lip.

He rubbed the fabric and loved how just that made her jaw drop. He gave her a devilish smile and said, "Yeah, I think I can do that." Honor be damned.

He hurriedly cleared his desk and rolled his chair back.

"Sit on my desk and spread your legs."

"You don't beat around the bush, do you?" She hiked her skirt up and hopped onto the edge of his desk, leaning back onto her hands as she opened herself to him.

"Not yet," he teased.

He was pleased to see matching red lace panties to her discarded bra. The fabric covering her crotch was darkened by her juices, making his mouth parched.

"You're well-versed in the art of seduction, Rukia. Have you had many sexual partners?"

She raised a brow at him.

"Case history," he smirked and stroked her over the wet fabric.

"The contrary, I assure you… Uhn… My husband never would have married me had I not been a virgin. He's old-fashioned, you know… Ah…"

"Your appearance belies your experience." He pulled the fabric away with his other hand and touched her directly. The slick warmth of her lips sent blood rushing to his dick. He began penetrating her with his fingers.

"Mm!... Ah!... Well, we do fuck everyday… Ahn!"

"Have you fucked today yet?"

"Nn!... No!"

"Perfect." He took his fingers out of her and replaced them with his tongue, not holding back on how ravenously he ate her out. "God, your pussy is fucking delicious!"

Her hands flew to fist in his hair. "Ah!... Fuck!... Is that.. Mm, right there!... the technical term… Uhn!... Sensei?"

He stood up and began to undo his pants, letting them and his boxers fall to the ground. She undid his shirt and ran her hands all over his lean, muscular torso. She could tell he was in shape, but she was immensely pleased to feel how much. Impatiently, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and placed the head of his dick at her entrance.

"I'm going to fuck you raw. Are you okay with that?"

In response, she hooked her ankles together behind his toned ass and pushed him into herself. Taken by surprise, he fell forward, panting from the pleasure racking his body. She cupped his face and brought it down to kiss.

"It's a little late in the game to be sharing our first kiss."

"I didn't expect you to be so sentimental, Kurosaki-sensei." She stuck her tongue down his throat.

"It's just been a while for me." He stuck his tongue down her throat.

"Is that so? Then, please, as my doctor, I trust you to evaluate my body in any way you wish."

She almost regretted that as he gave her a smug look. He pulled his hips back and pushed back into her. Almost.

With that he did not stop, and indeed he did as he pleased. His hands roamed where only a lover's should and his tongue followed suit. He wasn't certain if it was because she was so tight or because he hadn't fucked a woman in ages, or both, but he didn't last long. She didn't seem upset that she didn't reach her climax but her understanding was rewarded with an immediate second round.

He turned her around so that she was bent over his desk and he pulled her underwear down. If he had to make any claim, it would be that he was an "ass" man. He clearly got plenty turned on by everything else so far, but the sight of her topless with her skirt hiked up to her waist, her perfectly peach-shaped bottom ready, waiting, asking for a pounding from him. He caressed her cheeks and gave them a few squeezes, giving a grunt of approval.

She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled, happy to let such a man indulge in her body. That was one of her switches – being nothing but a play thing to strong men. It was actually a battle of control and she loved it.

She watched as, with eyes glazed over, he gave her ass a spank and positioned himself at her entrance once more. He placed his hands at her hips and slowly rocked his hips, dipping more and more of himself into her until he was fully sheathed. It was then that his gentle nature went out the window and a seemingly more sadistic version of himself took over. He was absolutely relentless, not holding back on speed or force, and vocalizing his delight. Her mind was hazy with every orgasm hitting her seemingly non-stop. Her body felt like jelly but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. She wanted more until he had nothing left to give her.

She vaguely remembered he was fucking her from behind with one of her knees held up in his hand because she remembered the sensation of her underwear swinging around her ankle… So how did she end up being fucked with both knees on his desk in a frog leg position? She asked herself that but she really couldn't care less. It felt fucking good. He was hitting her so deeply that she considered she might not want him to stop, ever. His hands running all over her body made her melt.

After the next time they orgasmed, he slumped over her back. They were both sweaty and panting heavily.

"Why?"

"What?" She was confused.

"Why are you cheating on your husband? With me, of all people?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"Don't claim it's for your humanitarian efforts. I don't want your charity."

"Who said it was for you? Awfully presumptuous."

"So you came here with the sole intent to fuck me?"

"Not exactly. I really do want you as my doctor, but when I started talking with you, you became a lion I had to tame."

"I'm going to be presumptuous again – no one can tame me."

She gave him a skeptical look. "So what was this?" She waved a hand, indicating their present position.

He straightened and then plopped onto his office chair. "If you think sex with me is now going to turn more mild than wild, you're mistaken."

"Believe me, that was not my goal, especially if you intend to have a follow-up exam with me."

She got off of his desk and was about to slip her underwear back on when she hesitated. He grabbed a few tissues from a box in his desk drawer and wiped her inner thighs down for her.

She smiled sweetly at him and nearly speared him in the heart with Cupid's arrow. "Thank you. You are ever the gentleman, Untamable Lion-sensei."

In retaliation, he gave her ass a loud smack when she bent down to put her underwear on, resulting in a yelp and a dirty look from Rukia. "Call me Ichigo, but 'Sensei' when we fuck sounds really good too." He ran his hands up and down the sides of her hips, noting how well her skirt clung to her curves. "Why don't we test it out?"

She turned to face him as she buttoned her blouse. "Don't you have work to finish?"

He frowned. He shooed her hands away and finished buttoning it for her. "How do you already know me well enough to know what turns me on and what doesn't?"

"It'd be foolish to enter an arena with a wild animal while unarmed, don't you think?" She gave him a wink and went over to the guest chair to retrieve her coat.

As she slid her arms into the sleeves, Ichigo leaned against the front of his desk, clothed from the waist down. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her silently.

She noticed his sulky demeanor and asked, "Why the pout?"

"I'm not pouting!"

She chuckled, "Suit yourself."

She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed. He could hear the line click in connection.

"Renji, I'll be out in a minute." She saw Ichigo stiffen in her periphery but she hung up and tucked the phone back into her coat.

She headed for the door, the clacking of her heels just as slow and deliberate as when she arrived. The only difference now was the addition of fast footsteps approaching from behind her. She turned the knob and was about to open the door, when a strong hand rendered it immovable. Ichigo rested his forehead on her shoulder then turned to nuzzle her neck, committing her scent to memory.

She sighed, "I will see you again, but I can't say when."

"It's not like I care.. I barely even realized you're a midget."

She sent an elbow sharply into his solar plexus and turned to face him, looking him straight in the eyes. She chuckled again because she's pretty sure he didn't realize he was sporting the hurt puppy look, and quite convincingly too. She cupped his face and kissed him softly on the lips. He brought his arms around to embrace her and kissed her again. As their kisses became more passionate, his hands slid down to cup her ass, eventually moving down to pick her up to straddle him. He pressed her against the door.

She grudgingly broke away from him, halting his attempt to recapture her lips by cupping his face once more. She looked into his eyes and pleaded for clarity; he sighed.

"I have to go."

He nodded and set her down. He stole a few more kisses from her before she opened the door and walked out to the stairs, out of the clinic and into the night.