Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

I'm not afraid of the Dentist, I swear

A brilliant smile crossed his face as his arm wound too tight around you and led you roughly into the building.

The inside of the building was identical to a typical doctor’s office, with a seating area, nurse’s station and front desk. You wondered if this man was a real doctor or if this was just some sick fetishized version of a living area. Either way, your heart was pounding in your chest and your face was heating up and this time, it wasn't necessarily unpleasant.

Rick pulled you through a set of double doors, leading you up a small staircase and into a long, blinding corridor. Hospital beds littered the hallway, all of them vacant but still intimidating. The doctor was silent as you both trekked down the hall, ending up in front of a door at the very end. Rick looked down at you, urging silently to open the door. You complied.

The room was like any regular hospital room, but your eyes settled on the chair framing the middle - from the stirrups at the end, it was blatantly obvious it was a gynecologist chair. However, much unlike your own ob-gyn, this room was also set up like a dentists’, with the large light fixtures placed on the ceiling and hanging over the chair. The surgeon table in the corner also contained different types of medical instruments, including a speculum and various dental equipment. You glared up at Rick, more confused than anything, before he gently took your hand and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“T-this is my-my pride and joy, it t-took me so long to find the chair… and-and it's really really special to me-to me.” Rick burped out. The look in his eyes had changed from something close to rogue to something softer, almost.

Taking the situation into your own hands with a sudden burst of confidence, you walked towards the chair, running your hand along the cushion, and swung your legs over the side and hopped on top, stretching your body out. The sharp intake of his breath was audible as he watched you with hungry eyes splay yourself wide across his “pride-and-joy.” He followed you, stepping to you slowly, looking down in almost reverence.

You wondered if playing along was a bad decision on your part when the doctor grabbed your upper arms with such force you were certain it would leave bruises. A gasp escaped your lips and he leaned himself down, his scent becoming overbearing to you when he pressed his face into your neck, light blue hair falling over your cheeks and tickling your nose. Rick sighed deeply into your skin, his tongue slipping out and running up your jugular all the way to your lips, past your cupid’s bow, and stopping at your nose. The cold air of the room made his saliva so much colder on your face. Bile rose in your throat.

“If you-if you want me to stop just-just push me away, I promise I won't h-hurt you.” You somehow knew he was being truthful with you, although your body shook in slight fear. Nodding, you buried a hand into his hair, pulling softly. Rick groaned and let his face fall back into your neck.

Both of you stayed like this for awhile, Rick’s body eclipsing yours on top of this dentist chair in the middle of the Citadel, your heart steadying to a slower pace as you relaxed. Although initially you were scared, and fear was still prevalent, your body was responding nicely to Rick’s actions and for some reason, you trusted him. Medical aesthetic had always been something that had interested you, fear had always turned you on and your clit had began to throb under his weight as his thigh pressed into the area between your legs. Deciding to completely indulge yourself, your hips began to gently rut against his thigh, sweet pressure pulling a whimper from your throat.

The doctor pulled away from your neck, staring down your bodies as you moved, an evil smirk plastered on his face. He brought his knee up to your crotch, giving you more delicious friction.

“Is that-that what you want, Princess? Huh? You're such a-such a dirty slut, grinding on some o-other Rick’s leg. What wo-urrp-uld your R-Rick think?”