𝙙𝙧. 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖 '

If one were to ask why you were so terrified of going to the dentist, you could spend hours going on and on about how scary the feeling of the dentist drilling your teeth.

You knew they were doing it for your own good and how it's part of their job. But you couldn't helped it! Not when you were able to hear and feel the vibrations running down your body, from head to toe.

You disliked the feeling of having two to four equipments shoved into your mouth, forcing you to open it as wide as possible so they wouldn't sliced your sensitive gum on accident. You had to squeeze your eyes shut whenever you went to an appointment, which only further enhanced the sensation of feeling them doing god-knows-what on your poor teeth.

The last time you went for one was five years ago. Five years of actively avoiding going to the dentist. Five years of treating it like it's some sort of contagious virus. Five years of doing everything you can to come up with pathetic, flimsy and creative excuses whenever your mother proposed going to the dentist.

It was easy when you were still a college student, able to use your academics and club activities to defend yourself, telling her you didn't have the time to slot in an appointment. But when you graduated, you didn't have any means of weapon anymore, leaving you defenseless and acting like a sitting duck.

Much to your disappointment, your mother reacted faster than you expected. You were in your room, doomscrolling away on your phone, utterly bored out of your mind when she barged in without knocking, causing you to jump, yelping when the device landed squarely on your nose.

"Mom! What the hell!?" You exclaimed, rubbing your sore nose as you glared at her.

She ignored your outburst, a determined look on her face. "Get dressed, (Name). We're going to the dental for an appointment."

You groaned the moment you heard that, sinking into your bed. "But mom, I told you that I don't need it."

She clicked her tongue in disapproval. "I don't care what you have to say. Just get up and you better be dressed in the next five minutes or I'm dragging you out of the house myself."

You shivered, knowing how strict your mother can be when she's threatening you. Thus, you were left with no choice but to oblige—getting out of bed, throwing on more appropriate clothes. Although, how appropriate can you be when you're only going to a dentist appointment, where the dental is just a fifteen minutes drive away?

You settled on an oversized faded graphics shirt with a pair of pants. It wasn't too lazy nor was it too much, perfectly resting in the middle. Once you were done, you headed down to the living room, where your mother was waiting. She looked up, clearly pleased to see you and got up from the couch, sliding her phone into her bag.

"Good, you're ready. Let's go, the sooner we do this, the sooner you'd be done," she said, opening the door and stepped out, leaving you following her hot on her heels with a resigned sigh as you accepted your fate.

~

You were already shaking the moment you got into the car, which only got even worse once you arrived at the dental.

Your mother entered confidently, greeting the receptionist—a woman looking to be in her late 30s, cheerfully, like she wasn't responsible for your current state. The two chatted like they were old friends while you sat on the couch, fiddling with your trembling hands to distract yourself.

You let your eyes drift about, taking in the surroundings—the countless impressive certificates framed and hanged on the wall on your right. Every certificate had the same name—Nishimura Riki. You knew studying dental isn't a smooth-sailing process nor was it easy by any means, which meant that whoever this Riki person is, has to be extremely smart and gifted.

"…ed that you managed to convince your daughter to come over today," the woman told your mother in a hushed tone.

You strained your ears, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation while they paid you no mind, oblivious.

Your mother chuckled. "I had to threaten her or else we won't be here today. Is Dr. Nishimura in today? I haven't seen or heard his voice."

"Oh, he's running a little late. But don't worry, you can sit and wa—"

Ding.

The bell above the front door chimed, announcing the arrival of another person. At this, the receptionist paused mid-sentence, turning to the door from where she sat and she sent a friendly, professional smile to the newcomer.

"Ah, there he is. Speak of the devil."

Out of sheer curiosity, you turned to the entrance and your mind malfunctioned.

He's tall, tall enough to command the room without even trying. The man was dressed in black from head to toe with a pristine white coat donned over it, a takeaway cup of iced coffee and a pair of black-framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He pushed it up with his left index finger mindlessly, like it's a reflex rather than an instinct, flashing the receptionist an apologetic smile.

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was worse than I expected," he said, voice low and smooth and it flowed across the clinic effortlessly.

You barely heard anything, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight before you as you drank in every tiny detail, committing it to your memory. Pitch-black hair that's slightly tousled—either from the morning breeze, him rushing over or him running his hand through it. A sharp and elongated nose. A pair of kissable, full and thick lips.

No fucking way…

Your breath hitched, unaware of how you're clenching your fists with your nails digging into your palms. You didn't have to think twice, easily admitting that the man standing by the entrance is downright the most handsome man you've seen in your entire life.

"Dr. Nishimura, good morning. I see you're late as always," the receptionist greeted sarcastically.

Your pulse stuttered, eyes widening slightly when you heard his name. That's Dr. Nishimura? The very same dentist your mother had been insisting on bringing you to? You expected someone else—a middle-aged man with gray hair and a bald spot visible.

You didn't expect this—for the dentist to be this good-looking and dangerous for your sanity and heart. Speaking of your heart, it slammed against your ribcage when he glanced around the waiting room, even though there was no one else but you seated on the couch, before his gaze landed on your figure.

It took all of you to not flinched when you locked eyes with him. It was only for a second before he ventured further into the clinic, disappearing after rounding a corner. Your shoulders sagged with relief the moment he was gone, able to breathe properly without feeling suffocated.

Maybe, just maybe, you might find going to the dentist a little more tolerable now.

~

"(Name)? You may enter now. Dr. Nishimura is ready to see you," the woman seated by the high-rise receptionist counter informed you.

You nodded, standing from the couch, only to pause when you realized your mother remained seated, showing no signs of following you. At your bemused look, she waved you off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, shooing you away like you're some sort of persistent, annoying fly. Even though she's the reason why you're here in the first place.

"You can handle it yourself. You're a big girl now, I'll be here waiting when you're done," she said.

You swallowed, heart pounding in your chest when it hits you—that you'd be alone in the room with the man who oozes sex appeal. The thought of being in the same room and breathing in the same air space made your hands trembled like fallen leaves. Still, you didn't want to do anything that could lead to you being kicked out.

Not to mention, your mother is with you too. You can only imagined she won't have a positive reaction if she finds out your attraction to the dentist.

With that, you plastered a what you hoped was an assuring smile before heading to the one and only opened door after rounding a corner. A young-looking woman greeted you once she spotted you lingering by the doorframe awkwardly, hesitant on entering.

"Good afternoon! You must be (Name), right?" She greeted and you nodded, not trusting in your voice.

She gestured to the dental chair in front of her, her left hand holding an equipment. "You can place your things on the chair on your right and sit whenever you're ready. We'll begin once the dentist is here."

Right, you don't see him anywhere and a part of you felt disappointed while another part felt relieved.

Disappointed that you won't be able to see him just yet. Relieved that it won't be just the two of you, saving you from the sheer awkwardness. You did as you were told—placing your things down on the chair before getting onto the long dental chair, feeling the smooth surface beneath your skin.

You leaned against it, accepting the shielded sunglasses to protect your eyes from the blaring light which will be turned on in a short while. Your breath stuttered when someone tall entered your vision and you were grateful you had slipped the sunglasses on, the dark and tinted frames allowing you to shamelessly stare at him.

The man was no longer wearing his previous outfit, now dressed in the standard navy-blue scrubs with a mask covering the bottom half of his face. His hands were covered in a pair of white, disposable gloves. You sworn drool nearly trickled down your chin at how the thin, tight material was wrapped around his long, slender fingers, wondering how it'd feel shoved down your throat or into your cu—

"Let's see… (Full Name), twenty-five and…" He spoke up, voice deep and smooth, effectively snapping you out of your trance, only for his voice to trail off as he stared at the iPad held in his left hand, eyebrows furrowed.

"And what?" You asked, feeling anxious and nervous.

His lips curled up in an amused smirk. The sight of it shouldn't have made your stomach somersaulted, but it did, much to your horror and embarrassment. His eyes flicked up, locking with yours. Despite the tinted frames hiding your eyes, his gaze was sharp enough to burn through them, making you feel exposed.

"You haven't gone for an appointment since you were thirteen?" He drawled, faint mischief seeping into his voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Your face and cheeks flushed. "I didn't have the time for it."

The look the older man gave you said he doesn't believed your words. "Oh? Is that so? What could you possibly be busy with when you were thirteen?"

You opened and closed your mouth, unable to come up with a response. Seeing you struggling earned a chuckle from him, the sound sending heat pooling in the depth of your stomach. Riki handed the iPad back to the younger woman—who you assumed it must be his assistant.

"In any case, you're here for a regular check-up. So don't worry, you won't feel any pain," he said, not looking at you as he examined the stainless steel equipments laid out on the doctor's cart.

The woman moved to your left side, clipping a light, turquoise-colored paper towel around your neck loosely. You shifted, readjusting your position and felt the upper section of the chair leaning backward, the motion taking you along as well. You clenched your fists that rested by your sides, heart pounding against your ribcage as you sensed a presence behind you.

Through the frames of the sunglasses, Riki's head popped into your view, his hair hovering over his eyes but it did nothing to hide his piercing, focused gaze. You visibly flinched when he gently tapped your chin with his gloved right fingers.

"Come on, open wide for me," he murmured.

And god, you couldn't blamed anyone else but you and your mind for going off-track and for thinking of something else entirely. Something that involved him using you to chase his pleasure. Still, you complied because you wanted to be good for him. After all, who wouldn't want to be good for a handsome-looking man like Riki himself?

He squinted his eyes, switching on the light, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut out of instinct, only for you to reopen them when you remembered you're wearing the sunglasses. You felt something cold, small and metallic inside your mouth. Riki started off with a physical exam of your entire mouth, using the small mirror to check around your teeth and gums while gently tugging your lips up, forcing you to further widen your mouth.

The woman remained on standby, inserting a equipment into your mouth. You heard a faint sucking sound and assumed it's used to suck up your saliva, so you won't choked on it during the treatment.

It's nerve-wrecking, to say the least.

It felt like you're a patient laying on the surgery table, ready to be operated. Except in this case, it's more upfront and you're wide awake.

You forced yourself to look everywhere but the dentist himself, who's inspecting every inch and cavern, without leaving any minor or major area unseen. After what felt like forever, he was done and removed the small mirror from your mouth.

"Good news, your teeth looks fine but since you haven't been to a dentist for ten years, there's lots of plaque and tartar along your gum lines. It has swollen up but it'd be back to normal once I'm done," he reported, summarizing his findings.

You blinked, knowing there's a catch behind it. "And what's the bad news?"

"You have to come back six months later for a follow-up."

Well, that wasn't what you're expecting. If anything, that's supposed to be the good news. You won't mind coming back for the second time to be near him. You swallowed, shoving the unnecessary and distracting thoughts out of your mind, not wanting to leave a wrong impression on him.

"..Alright, I'll talk to my mom later," you answered.

Riki hummed, not saying anything else—an unspoken sign to end the conversation. You were disappointed, as you wanted to talk and interact with him more but you knew time wasn't on your side. Not when your mother was waiting for you outside.

You opened your mouth again when he wheeled back to his previous position, closing your eyes to let him start on the treatment.

~

"You looked different."

You blinked at your friend's sudden words, which sounded more like a statement than anything else. The two of you—you and Ningning, were having lunch at a cafe situated in the neighborhood. You're close with her, treating her like the sister you never have and vice versa. Even your families have been introduced to each other.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, leaning forward to sip your iced drink from the straw provided.

Ningning arched an brow, eyes never leaving your face. "Not appearance wise. More like…" Her voice trailed off, squinting her eyes as she scanned you with her intense gaze, tearing down the invisible walls you built around yourself, "are you in love?"

You choked on your drink. The cold, sweet liquid went down the wrong pipe and you repeatedly whacked your own chest, bursting into a coughing fit. Ningning made no move to help you, glued to her seat and a triumphant smirk stretched across her face.

"So I was right," she declared.

You flipped her off. "No, you're not. Don't get too arrogant, Ningning. You're being delusional."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. I've known you for five years, (Name). I can tell when someone managed to catch your attention. So, spill it. Tell me everything."

You hesitated. "…I went to a dental appointment yesterday."

As you expected, the girl's eyes widened until they nearly popped out of its sockets. "What!? I thought you're afraid of the dentist!"

"Not so loud!" You hissed, eyes darting left and right when a few customers glanced your way at her sudden outburst. "My mom forced me to go and I couldn't say no anymore."

Ningning nodded, giving you her fullest attention.

You chewed on your bottom lip. "And the dentist is…"

"Is?" She echoed, getting impatient. "Come on, spit it out already."

You waved your hands about, making random gestures. "And he's hot."

A brief silence.

Different emotions flickered across her face. Surprise, realization followed by acceptance with a hint of mischief. She leaned forward, elbows digging into the edge of the table with her hands cupping her own face.

"So, that's why you went there. You wanted to see him," she drawled, eyes glowing with mischief as she shot you a knowing look.

Your cheeks flushed and you rushed to defend yourself. "I didn't know he's working there in the first place."

Ningning snorted, not believing you. "Right, and pigs can fly. Anyway, what are you planning on doing now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. Are you gonna try to slide into his pants or what?"

You choked on air. "Ningning!"

"I'm trying to help you out here," she pointed out, unfazed with how absurd the idea sounded, "I'm assuming he's older than you and that's even better. Older guys is more experienced than guys our age. They know how to make you beg, cry and sq—"

You reached across the table, slapping your hand over her mouth, silencing her mid-sentence. However, it didn't last long when something wet and slimey touched your palm, drawing a strangled shriek from you as you dropped your hand, wiping it on the napkin provided.

"You're disgusting," you complained.

"God forbid a girl from wanting her friend to get laid," she retorted.

You sighed, leaning into your seat. "I'm going back for a second appointment since I haven't been to a dental for a while."

Ningning snickered. "Do you really believe that? Girl, I think he just wanna see you again."

You kicked her in the shins under the table. "Stop being an enabler and try giving me some helpful advice."

She raised an brow. "Are you sure you want me to do that?"

You paused. "…No."

"That's what I thought. Time to put our brains to good use and come up with a plan to get into your hot dentist's pants!" She exclaimed, overjoyed for some reason as she clasped her hands together.

"I'm starting to regret this…"

~

Even though Riki told you to visit six months later, you found yourself in the dental three months later—three months earlier than the mentioned time period. If the past you were to see your current self—seated on the small couch of the dental's waiting area, you're certain your past self would have fainted on the spot or assumed they were hallucinating.

This time round, your mother wasn't available to accompany you, due to her being at work as it was a weekday, much to your relief. After all, you weren't just here for a simple follow-up. No, you're here to seduce him, hoping to catch him when he lowered his guard, like you're the bait and he's a fish swimming about in the ocean.

You worn something simple at first glance but if someone were to take a closer look, they'd be able to notice the minor efforts you put in—the way you opted for a miniskirt rather than pants, even though you're practically shivering from the freezing temperature being blasted from the overhead air-conditioner. The way you put on light makeup to make yourself looked presentable. It wasn't over the top but it's enough to make people do a double-take. The way you put in effort in your hair and appearance was more than enough to tell anyone what you're planning and your unspoken intentions.

The receptionist—who you weren't sure whether she's oblivious or pretending to not notice anything, peered at you over the edge of the counter.

"(Name)? You can enter now. Dr. Nishimura is ready to see you."

It's almost embarrassing and comical with how you jumped up from the couch, perking up at the mention of the dentist's name. You forced yourself to walk as per usual instead of skipping to the room, where the man was already waiting for you. Your breath hitched when you realized the woman from before was nowhere to be seen, clearing your throat once you arrived.

Riki raised his head, showing off his signature (and deadly) black-framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Surprise flickered across his face at the sight of you before it was gone once he blinked. He lowered the iPad he's holding in his right hand, eyes darting between the screen and your face, like he's trying to connect the dots together.

"Didn't I tell you to come back six months later? Why are you back so soon?" He asked.

You have a feeling he knew the reason why you're back. Not to mention, the way he scanned you from head to toe—taking in your appearance followed by his eyes darkening a shade didn't go unnoticed. Satisfaction curled around your frame, pleased to know whatever you're wearing and how you looked has an effect on him.

"My teeth's hurting so I thought I'd dropped by for you to check on it," you answered innocently.

Riki eyed you, trying to figure out whether it's worth calling you out for lying to his face. Only for him to rethink his decision. He merely sighed and gestured to the empty dental chair before him.

"Fine, lay down and I'll take a look at it."

At that, you fully stepped into the room and laid on the chair. Your body flinched when he inched close to you as he clipped the paper towel around your neck. Shivers ran down your spine at the light, fleeting sensation of his fingers grazing your skin. You weren't sure whether it was done on purpose or intentionally. But, there's a small part of you that wished it was the latter.

You slipped on the tinted sunglasses that was handed to you, straining your ears to hear him moving about as he prepared the necessary equipment, followed by the snapping of disposable gloves as he slipped it on. You sworn you saw something silver glimmered under the overhead lights but it was gone when you blinked.

Riki wheeled himself over, spreading his legs slightly and you obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to examine the insides.

Even though this was your second time, you still weren't used to the weird, uncomfortable feeling of having something small and round poking around your gums and the back of your teeth, causing you to squirm about on the chair.

"Stop moving. I might end up accidentally hurt you," he murmured, voice soft but firm enough for his words to come off as a warning.

And fuck, you hated how you're already dripping between your legs. You can only prayed that it won't leave a visible wet spot behind, or you won't know how to face him afterwards.

Riki was oblivious to the countless thoughts running through your mind. He narrowed his eyes, faint wrinkles forming as he focused on the task at hand—checking every inch of your mouth.

When he was done with his inspection, he said nothing, wordlessly pulling the small mirror out of your mouth and wheeled himself to your left side. Riki stepped on something, refilling the new, empty plastic cup with water as you pushed yourself up, leaning over to gargle and rinse. You can feel his eyes fixated on the back of your head the entire time, the room filled with awkward and thick silence, until he broke it.

"You're not exactly good at being subtle," he commented, his gaze never leaving your face.

Your cheeks flushed. "What are you talking about?"

Riki chuckled. "Your teeth showed no signs of it hurting and it looks perfectly fine to me. If I were you, I'd tell the truth rather than lying."

You mentally cursed yourself for being such a fool, thinking you were able to trick him. You clenched your hands that rested on your lap, unsure of what to say. The dentist, on the other hand, didn't move. He simply waited patiently, like he has all the time in the world.

You plucked up the remains of your courage, lifting your eyes to meet his. "I think you're really hot and I want you."

Silence.

Well fuck, I didn't mean to say that.

A wave of remorse and embarrassment hits you the moment those words left your mouth. You felt warm, flustered with the bold words and confession. You were about to say something—that you're joking or how you didn't mean it when Riki reacted.

He chuckled, like this was the most hilarious thing in the world. Like nothing else he experienced can compare to this. The man stretched out his legs, showing off how long his limbs were as a cocky smirk took over his handsome face.

"Oh? I didn't take you as the bold type, but I guess you can never judge a book by its cover," he commented, amusement dripping in his voice.

You made a strangled sound. "I-I didn't mean to. I'm so—"

He paid your stuttering no mind, raising his free, gloved right hand, using two fingers to make the simple yet attractive gesture.

"Come here," he demanded, voice steady and even.

Anticipation and excitement pumped through your veins at his words and you weren't going to let this rare opportunity go to waste. You got off the chair, walking towards him, noting how he spread his legs wider so you're standing in the middle.

Riki had to tilt his head up to meet your gaze. You almost gasped out loud when he hooked an arm around your waist, tugging you down until you're awkwardly straddling his lap, hands on his broad, firm shoulders to brace yourself.

Your breath hitched, stomach flipping at the feeling of his arm around your waist, his touch burning through the thin layers of your clothes. He shamelessly scanned you, practically undressing you with his eyes, making you clenched down on nothing. You flinched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when Riki moved his arm lower and lower, until it slid under the skirt.

His hand was warm, touch rough but gentle at the same time as he caressed your skin lazily and slowly, clearing taking his time in riling you up—

Smack!

You jolted on the spot at the sudden, strong and quick pain from his hand smacking your left asscheek. Your nails dug into the fabric of his blue scrubs, unable to face him and averted your eyes to the side. However, he wasn't pleased with your avoidance, considering how he reached out to grip your chin, tight enough to draw a pained whimper as he forcefully turned your head forward, forcing you to face him.

"Don't look away from me, doll. You wanted this, don't you?" He murmured, thumb stroking along your jawline. "Dressing like a slut and begging to be fucked. How would your parents act if they find out how you're willing to do anything for an older man?"

You made a pathetic, soft sound at his crude words that's mixed with mockery. It's a dangerous combo, dangerous enough for you to be dripping, panties getting soaked with your arousal.

"P-Please, sir," you begged, earning a low groan from him.

"Fuck, get on your knees for me, doll," he instructed, giving your asscheek one strong, absolute squeeze before you dropped, sinking to your knees.

You knew what he wanted you to do and you wasted no time—hooking your fingers over the hem of his pants, pulling it down until it landed around his ankles, leaving him in a pair of black Chrome Hearts boxer. You swallowed, mouth watering at the visible tent, poking against his right inner thigh.

Your eyes flicked up, waiting for his permission—which was easily granted to you with him nodding his head. His boxer came off, having the same fate as the pants.

You had to jerk your head back to avoid getting slapped when his cock sprung free from its restraints. It stood upright, tall and smug. The big, fat mushroomy tip have turned a ferocious shade of red—a sign of neglection. A bead of precum rested on the tip, glistening under the lights.

"Fuck," he hissed, thighs twitching when you wrapped your hand around his cock, fingers barely touching. The thought of that sliding into you made chewed on your cheek, desperately craving for it.

Looking at him all innocently, you leaned forward to give a kitten lick to the tip, collecting the bead of precum with your tongue, making a lewd and slow display of you spreading it across your lips without breaking eye contact.

Riki's eyes darkened a shade, his jaw twitching. You squeaked when he shot out his left hand, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanked your head forward, causing his cock to slide up your face until it touched your hairline.

"You think you're in control just because I ask you to suck my cock?" He sneered, pulling your head back, smirking at the wide, pleading and teary gaze you're giving him.

"Do it properly or you won't get anything," he warned you.

"Sorry…"

You winced when he pulled your head further back. "Sorry what?"

You gulped, knowing you're already leaking like a fucking faucet. "Sorry, sir…"

"Good girl."

What the fuck.

The sound you made was something you didn't know you're capable of. Riki made a mental note, tucking your reaction aside for future purpose. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth with your hand holding the base, slackening your jaw and hiding your teeth with your lips, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

Riki watched, heavily breathing as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat. He cursed under his breath, able to feel how warm and tight your cavern was.

You were surprised when he moved his hand down, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear. The action was tender and sweet—a huge contrast to how he was behaving a few minutes ago.

You began moving, bobbing your head back and forth, leaving visible spit behind on his warm, thick cock. You used your hand to touch the areas you couldn't reached, ensuring not to leave anywhere untouched. Riki groaned, tilting his head back, showing off his Adam's Apple that moved up and down vigorously.

A low series of sounds slipped from his lips—groans, grunts and cursing. You weren't aware his voice could go even deeper, deep enough for your brain to melt. Determined to make him break and fall apart, you pulled away with a loud "pop", snapping a string of saliva into half and trailed the visible, protruding veins along the sides of his cock.

At the same time, you moved to fondle with his heavy balls. Poor thing seemed to be on the verge of exploding with how it's full of thick, rich cum. It's messy and filthy—you sucking him off with drool trickling down your chin and landing either on the floor or your skirt. The thought of someone potentially walking in stirred further arousal in your stomach.

You gagged when Riki gave an experimental thrust into your mouth without warning. Your reaction only spurred him on, allowing him to fuck your mouth, using you like a fleshlight and a toy. Like you're nothing more than a tool for him to seek his own pleasure. You sat there—on your knees between his legs, looking pretty like a trophy wife.

"Shit, so fuckin' good for me, aren't you?" He moaned, voice low and raspy.

You couldn't helped it, hand sliding between your legs and pushed your soaked panties aside and touched yourself—fingers collecting your slick followed by circling your own clit. The sensation made your eyes rolled back, moaning around his cock. The vibrations traversed down the length of his cock, drawing a long moan from the man.

But it wasn't enough. Your fingers weren't making the cut, too short to reach deeper. You needed more. Something longer, thicker and bigger.

It didn't take him long to figure out what you're doing. When he caught up, he laughed—low and degrading.

"Touching yourself when you're sucking me off? Needy little girl, can't even wait for five minutes," he mocked.

You made a muffled sound, showing no signs of stopping as you continued fucking yourself with it, stretching your entrance as more slick dripped down your fingers.

"You'll let me cum in your mouth, right? Gonna swallow all of it and behave for me? Gonna show me how good you can be?" He asked, bringing his head back up to gaze down at you.

You couldn't speak, not when your lips was stretched wide around the thick grith of his cock. You can only rapidly blinked your eyes, making a muffled sound that's similar to you saying "yes, yes, yes." Riki huffed, amused at your obedience. His thrusts grew sloppy and his moans get louder, like he doesn't care that they are in his workplace, doing something as scandalous behind his wife's back.

How could he care when someone—a girl younger than him, was willing to do anything for him? He wasn't blind to how you looked at him the moment you first saw him. How you were fidgeting on the spot with your mother beside you, the older woman oblivious to what her daughter was up to. Riki knew it's only a matter of time before you reached your limit, but he didn't expect it to be this quick.

Not that he's against it.

He didn't warn you, simply cumming down your throat as he painted it in the shade of his cum. You gagged, throat constricting around his cock, ensuring to swallow every droplet, not letting any go to waste. Riki went limp in the chair, panting unsteadily and you took that as your sign to pull back, wincing at how sore your jaw was from the rough treatment.

Your lips was red, puffy and swollen. You remained where you were, resting your chin on his right knee while waiting for his instruction, like the good and obedient dog you are. Riki patted his lap twice, catching the way your eyes lit up. You scrambled to your feet, settling yourself on his strong, muscular thighs—like a queen sitting on her rightful throne.

Riki hissed when his eyes darted down, seeing your pussy glistening under the bright overhead lights. He pressed his thumb over your clit, savoring the choked moan you let out, eyes fluttering shut at the mere contact.

"Sensitive," he noted, twisting his thumb in a slow clockwise motion, dark and hooded eyes never leaving your face, taking in every micro-expressions you made—clamping your swollen lips shut, eyes squeezed shut and breathing through your nose.

"C-Can't," you choked out, squirming and thrashing about on his lap, like you weren't sure you wanted to push or pull him closer.

Riki hummed, his right hand holding you firmly, locking you in place. The cool surface of his wedding ring pressed into your skin, through the fabric of your clothes, causing your body to break out into goosebumps.

"Can't?" He repeated, having the time of his life watching you struggle to no vain. "I thought you'd be better than her, but I guess I was wrong."

Now, your mind was clouded with lust, barely sane enough to comprehend his words but that doesn't mean you weren't quick enough to connect the dots—his glowing wedding ring and the usage of the word 'her'. You should feel guilty or ashamed of yourself for going after a older, married man but you didn't care.

Why should you, when he looked at you with nothing but raw, unfiltered desire?

The dentist clicked his tongue, teasingly pushing his thumb into your fat pussy lips, so close but yet so far. The light, sudden intrusion drew a whimper from you but before you could do anything, he was quick to pull his hand out, earning a disappointed sound of protest. Riki brought his thumb—the very same thumb covered in your slick, to his lips and licked it up, without breaking eye contact.

Your breath hitched at his bold, lewd action, cunt practically begging to be filled. Riki looked over your shoulder, cursing under his breath when he noticed the time.

"You should get going. I have another appointment soon," he said, wiping his thumb on his pants, pretending nothing happened. Like he didn't have you sucking him off or straddling his lap a few seconds ago.

You blinked, bemused and still trying to calm down after the high. Most importantly, you didn't even get to cum yet!

"What? But what about me?"

Riki smirked, gripping your chin with his hand. "Bad girls like you don't get to cum just yet. I'll see you next time."

You left the dental in a daze. And if you tried to cum with the combined help of your measly fingers and useless toys, then that's nobody business but yours.

~

"You're doing it again."

You paused, in the midst of chewing your fried chicken. You're in Ningning's house, seated by the dining table with a box of fried chicken and four bottles of soju. Two were already empty, one was half-full while the final bottle was still sealed tightly. Your friend didn't break eye contact, raising an brow as she looked at you over the rim of her cup.

"You have that look on your face," she commented, "the kind of look where you've done something and you're not telling me."

You gulped, feeling exposed with how accurate she is. But then again, she wasn't your close friend for nothing, with how she's able to read you like an opened book. You knew better than to hide from her, considering how persistent she can be—bugging you until you give her an answer that satisfies her.

You swallowed after chewing thoroughly. "I went over last week and something happened."

That got her interest and she sat up. "Oh? What is it?"

You leaned back in your seat, now sitting in a cross-legged position. "…I suck him off."

"You what!?"

"Calm down!"

Your friend shot you an incredulous look. "Are you even hearing yourself? How do you want me to calm down when you just told me that you sucked him off? Where did you do it?"

Your brief hesitation was enough for her to let out a scandalous gasp, a hand covering her mouth as she stared at you with wide eyes.

"No way… you did it in the dental room…"

You groaned, wishing a hole will magically appeared so it can swallowed you whole and hide you from the world. "Ningning, please…"

Your friend brushed off your words, practically vibrating on the spot from the jaw-dropping news. "This is insane! I'm proud of you though."

"Not helping."

Ningning's eyes lit up and she leaned forward a little. "So, how was it? Was he good?"

You paused, a few scenes flashing in your mind and your cheeks flushed red, uncrossing your legs to rub your thighs together. "Yeah, he's good. Better than the hook-ups I had before."

She whistled. "Damn, that's impressive. Are you gonna see him again?"

You fiddled with your fingers. "He said he'll see me next time."

Your friend nodded firmly, like that have confirmed everything. "Yeah, he definitely wants you. Is he taken?"

Your heart dropped at her question, remembering a certain word he said. A word that acted like a harsh reminder of the real reality and the inerasable sin you have committed.

"…Yeah, he's married," you answered, opting to stare at a random spot of the table.

"He's married!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "What the hell? I feel like it's my fault for pushing you to do this."

You snapped your head up, surprised by her words. "What? No, it's not your fault. You didn't know he's married. If anything, it's mine. I'm the one who should take responsibility for this."

Ningning stared at you before sighing. "What do you plan to do now?"

"I don't know, just avoid him for as long as I can," you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

She gave you an unreadable look, like she knew something you don't and clasped her hands together. "Let's move on, shall we? These bottles ain't gonna finish by themselves."

~

It seemed like you can only avoid him for so long.

You have gone two months without stepping foot into the dental—making a new record for yourself. You spent your free time hanging out with Ningning, taking long walks and so on, doing everything and anything to keep yourself occupied. However, no matter what you do or where you were, your mind kept drifting back to Riki.

You could still remember the faint musky smell invading your mouth, the weight of his cock on your tongue, how your jaw muscles were sore afterwards, how sticky and soaked your underwear was and how you couldn't walked in a straight line afterwards. You hated how your mind kept replaying a certain moment, over and over like a broken cycle.

The moment when he touched you with his thumb. You've seen how long his fingers were—probably able to reach deeper places, able to stretch you out with ease before he fucks you until you see stars.

You were in your bed, watching a random show on your iPad while your mom was away for work, leaving you alone at home when your phone's ringtone went off. Not tearing your eyes away from the screen, you stretched your right hand out to pick up the device, accepting the call without checking the screen and placed it on speaker mode.

"Hello?"

"You're avoiding me, aren't you?"

You nearly dropped your phone when a familiar deep, low voice spoke up, disrupting your short moment of peace and quiet. You knew who it was immediately. How could you not when the source of the voice had been haunting you, be it whether you're asleep or awake. You swallowed, no longer paying attention to the show as it continued playing.

"…Who's this?" You asked, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

A chuckle. "Don't tell me you've forgotten who I am."

You tightened your grip on your phone. "How did you get my number?"

"From the system. But I'm not here to talk about that. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna come to this address tonight, alone," he instructed.

You scoffed. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Oh? I have retrieved the footage of that day. Imagine how my wife'll react if she finds out."

You frowned, pushing yourself up to lean against your pillow. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Riki hummed on the other line. "So what if I am? If my memory serves me right, you were the one that wanted something to happen and I was going with the flow."

You stared at your phone, an incredulous look settling on your face. "You can't be serious right now. How was I supposed to know you're married?"

"Maybe you should've checked properly before making your move," he drawled, clearly relaxed while you're fuming on the spot, "don't be stupid, (Name). If you don't show up, I'm sending the footage to your mother."

You spluttered. "You—!"

Before you could finish your sentence, he had hung up, leaving you staring at your phone like it had committed a grave sin. You should do something—tell your mother or asked Ningning for advice. You should do the right thing by going to the authorities, to file a report but a small part of you hesitated. You hated how your body was giving the opposite reaction of your mind—demanding for you to go, to see him and let him touched you.

As much as you hated it, you're already drunk on his touch and you want more.

Bzzt, bzzt.

You snapped out of your train of thoughts, looking at your phone to see an unknown number sending you an address. No greetings and nothing else. Just the address—simple and straightforward. You didn't tap on it, staring at it like it will magically vanished on its own if you stared hard enough.

Sighing, you got out of bed and went to change, having made up your mind as you mentally prepared yourself for what's to come.

~

Five hours later, you found yourself standing in front of a seemingly empty house. You double-checked, confirming you're at the correct place before knocking on the closed, oak door with your right fist, pointedly ignoring how your hand was trembling.

Knock, knock.

You picked up the sound of approaching footsteps before it opened from the other side, revealing none other than Riki himself—the culprit responsible for your inner conflict.

You couldn't helped it—eyes scanning him from head to toe as you drank in the sight before you. This is the first time you've seen Riki out of his working hours and he's dressed in a simple black hoodie, the hood tugged down and a pair of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low around his hips.

You sworn you saw something red just a few centimeters above the hem of his sweatpants before it was hidden from your view again. A pointed cough forced you to look up, locking eyes with him and when he gave you a knowing, dark look, you knew you were caught red-handed.

"See something you like?" He purred, voice low and velvety smooth.

Clearing your throat, you crossed your arms and stood your ground. "You wished. I'm here to tell you that I'm not gonna do anything with you."

Riki paid you no mind, shamelessly checking you out. His heated gaze lingered longer than usual on your exposed, unblemished skin of your legs. Your stomach betrayed you, doing a somersault when he licked his bottom lip, the pinkish tip of his tongue poking out briefly before it was gone when you blinked.

"Sure, whatever you say," he replied, moving aside, "wanna come in?"

You glared at him. "Are you deaf or something? Did you not hear what I said?"

Riki huffed. He stepped forward, closing the distance with one large stride until he's directly in front of you, close enough for you to get a faint whiff of his cologne.

"Don't be a brat, doll. Get inside or I'll make you," he warned you.

You boldly tilted your chin up, a defiant look glowing in your eyes. "Make me."

Riki clicked his tongue. One moment you're standing outside his home and the next moment, you're forcefully dragged inside. You gasped, air punched out of your lungs when your back collided with the door, closing it from your combined weight as he kissed you. The kiss was rough, violent and demanding.

He didn't care about your comfort or discomfort, using his stronger and larger frame to pin you against the door, leaving you helplessly sandwiched. You had to tilt your head back, your neck muscles starting to ache but you ignored it. You choked out a whimper when he bit down on your lips, hard enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste filled your mouth and you parted your lips when he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, granting him access. Your lack of resistance earned a low hum of approval from him, the sound sending vibrations down your body and heat pooling in your stomach.

"You talk too much for someone who's insistent on stopping this," he murmured.

"Shut up. Less talking and more moving," you retorted, yelping in pain when he yanked your hair back until the column of your neck was fully exposed.

Riki chuckled, his warm and minty breath grazing your lips. "So demanding. What happened to you not wanting to anything with me, hm? You say that but this."

He paused, his left hand sliding down your body, only for him to cup your clothed pussy. His palm covered the area between your legs entirely, applying a little force to touch your clit through the thin fabric of your pants and underwear. The sudden contact ripped a whimper from you, unable to hold it back.

"This is more honest than you," he continued, drawing his head back to take in your flushed expression, his hair falling over his forehead.

"Fuck you," you hissed, your voice wavering at the end and it didn't go unnoticed by him. Of course it didn't.

Riki said nothing, hooking his arm around your waist and easily flung you over his shoulder. You squeaked, flailing your limbs about like a wild, frantic chicken. You whacked him repeatedly with your clenched fists but it was futile. To him, your attacks felt like nothing, like there's no weight in it.

"Stop! Put me down!" You shrieked.

Smack!

You stilled at the sharp, stinging pain on your right asscheek. Your cheeks and ears turned red, mortified when you can feel more slick trickling down your inner thighs. You stopped fighting, surrendering to your fate while he carried you like you're a sack of potatoes. You heard a door being pushed open before he closed it with his feet.

You were tossed onto silky soft sheets, hair fanning out beneath your head with Riki hovering over you—one hand on the side of your head while the other held onto your waist, his touch firm and possessive. He didn't do anything, letting his eyes rake down your figure, taking his time in appreciating the breathtaking view before him.

You, on the other hand, squirmed about on the sheets, feeling shy, timid and nervous. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He asked, sliding his thumb beneath your shirt, tracing random patterns on your skin, leaving his warm touch behind.

You involuntarily shivered. "..Like you've thought about this."

A glint glimmered in his eyes. "Of course I have. You don't know how long I've waited for this, waiting for you to show up, only to see someone else instead. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how good you were to me, how pretty you looked on your knees and how delicious the sounds you made."

You swallowed, momentarily taken aback at the sincerity in his voice and how serious he was. Riki continued, his gaze unblinking and unwavering, voice lowering slightly, like he's tell you a sacred secret.

"You don't know how many times I rewatched the footage, wishing it was your mouth instead of my hand, how she couldn't compare to you. How it doesn't feel right with her. How I wished it was you instead."

The more he spoke, the lower his hand traveled. You didn't register him pulling your pants down, until you felt cool air kissing your bare legs. You watched with bated breath as Riki scooted off the bed, sinking to his knees on the floor.

You made a startled sound when he tugged you forward with one hand wrapped around your right ankle until your lower half hovered in the air, both legs hoisted over his broad, firm shoulders.

The man buried his face between your legs, directly into your pussy. No words could described the amount of embarrassment you felt when he greedily inhaled your scent, like it's some sort of drug. You parted your lips, about to say something, only for your voice to give up when he licked a slow, fat stripe up your pussy, through your underwear.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, eyes rolling up to the back of your head. You gripped and twisted the sheets beneath your palm while the other blindly reached down to tug on his pitch-black hair.

Riki moaned, the sound muffled as it sent vibrations down your legs, making you twitched in his vice-like grip. He traced the outline of your cunt with his tongue, further soaking the already soaked fabric, teasing you for a few minutes until you're nothing but a flustered, trembling mess.

"R-Riki, please.." You begged oh so sweetly for him.

And god, the way his name rolled off your tongue so prettily nearly made him cum right there and then. He never knew hearing his own name from someone else's mouth could be this arousing. He hummed, further spreading your legs apart, like he wants to be buried between them forever, until his last dying breath.

"Please what, doll? Be a good girl and use your words, tell me what you want," he purred, voice lowering an octave.

You sobbed, hips jerking forward as he tugged your underwear into the middle, revealing parts of your dripping, glistening pussy. Riki watched with fascination at how your pussy lips clamped onto your underwear, refusing to let it go. He played with you for a while—twisting and tugging the fabric against your clit, mesmerized with how you rocked your hips against it, yearning for more.

Smack!

You flinched, making a hoarse, strangled sound when he delivered a light but powerful slap directly on your cunt. You attempted to close your legs but he held you down, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.

"Time's ticking, sweetheart. I don't have all day, unless you want my wife to see you dripping for a married man," he taunted you.

You whimpered, tears prickling your eyes as it blurred your vision slightly. "T-Touch me."

"Touch you? But I'm already touching you," he teased, his hand never stopping as he continued his action, watching how you're struggling to form a coherent sentence.

He's so mean that it's starting to piss you off but there's a sick, twisted part of you that actually liked it. Like how he's acting innocent when deep down, he knew what you want and he isn't afraid of making you begged for it. Plucking up the remains of your courage, you reached out to grab his hand and brought it to where you ached for him.

You gave him your best doe-like impression, similar to the one you did in the dental room. "Wan' you to touch me here, please, sir?"

Riki's breath hitched, cock twitching against the loose restraints of his sweatpants. He doesn't have to look down to know he's already leaking, soiling his own pants. He groaned, the sound low, deep and guttural, like you've already ruined him, even when he hasn't done much yet.

He wasted no time in jumping into action—pulling your underwear down your legs and flung it aside, fully revealing your pussy to him. He dived in like a man on a mission, all tongue and spit as he ate you out with determination. It's messy and nasty, saliva dripping down his chin as he alternated between fast, kitten licks and flat, long stripes against your cunt.

You couldn't recognized the kind of sounds you were making, similar to a pornstar. Your mind spun, unable to focus on anything else but Riki's hot, slimey and rough tongue rapidly licking up your pussy, like a famished man. His mouth moved a little lower, locating your entrance with ease. You jolted when he collected your slick with two fingers before slowly pushing them into your entrance.

The sudden intrusion made you arched your back off the bed, nails scrapping against his scalp as he poked and stretched his fingers in a scissors-like motion. You were right—his fingers felt way better than your own or any of the sex toys you owned. They were long, slender and thick that it made you feel full, even if you haven't taken his cock yet.

"Fuck!"

You cried out when his fingers curled against your g-spot, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Having found your sensitive spot, Riki put the newly-discovered information to good use. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, creating a lewd squelch sounds that echoed among the four walls of the bedroom.

"C-Close, hngh," you panted.

Riki hummed, pushing his face deeper until the tip of his nose brushed against your clit peeking out of the hood. You took that as your sign to grind against the small surface, rocking your hips against it greedily and clumsily, feeling the all-too familiar of a pressure building in your stomach. You didn't get to warn him, cumming with your entire might. Your walls convulsed around his fingers as you reached your climax.

The man didn't slow down or stop. He continued eating you through your orgasm, not caring how sensitive you were. He lapped up your newly-produced slick like it's cow's milk, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. It's only when you weakly pulled at his hair was when he finally relented, moving back to let you catch your breath.

Your pulse jumped at the sight of him—his lower half was covered in your slick. His thick and plump lips looked even more swollen than before. Riki pushed himself up and you got the message, scooting further up the bed, watching with anticipation coursing through your veins as he made quick work of his clothes.

They were removed one by one until he's nude. Your eyes locked in on the red kiss mark tattoo above his right hipbone, finding it more attractive than it should be. Riki hovered over you, throwing your legs around his waist. You watched, gulping nervously as he wrapped a hand around himself and slowly stroked his cock, spreading the leaking precum around it.

He aligned himself against your entrance, rubbing the tip against your puffy folds, collecting the remaining slick. Riki didn't push in, eyes flicking up to yours. When you nodded, he moved, pushing his tip beyond your folds. You squeezed your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your lip, feeling yourself being stretched impossibly wide until it's borderline painful.

It felt like centuries when he bottomed out, letting you adjust to the thick grith of his cock. The pain eventually subsided, replaced by a numbing, consistent feeling. You felt every ridge grazing against your gummy walls, how they helplessly fluttered around him, sucking him in.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his breathing uneven, jaw muscles twitching while fighting against the tempting urge to pound into you until the bed breaks.

You reached out, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down. He met you in the middle, capturing your lips in a sweet, slow passionate kiss that lasted for just a few seconds, resting his forehead against yours.

"You can move," you mumbled.

At that, Riki set a rough, brutal pace. It sent your body moving up and down vigorously. In a desperate need to see your entire body, he pushed your shirt up, fumbling to remove your bra but somehow managed to do, freeing your breasts. Your nipples hardened immediately, pink and pebbled.

He ducked, sealing his lips around your left nipple, sucking on it like a newborn baby. You cried out, pushing your chest further into his mouth with your legs locked around his waist, letting him rearranged your insides to the shape of his cock. You threw your head back, moaning and whimpering at the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your gaping entrance.

It's powerful, his heavy and cum-filled balls smacking against your asscheeks with every thrust. You sworn he's hitting even deeper—a feat you didn't know was possible in the first place.

Your mouth dropped open when he shifted a little, easily locating the one delicate spot hidden between your walls, the tip ruthlessly abusing the same spot, over and over as it drew more and louder moans from you.

"Too much, ngh," you sobbed, scratching your nails down his back, leaving burning red lines behind, like a physical claim.

Riki mockingly laughed against your wet, hardened nipple. "Too much? You're squeezing me so tight I can barely move."

You couldn't keep up with it—his rapid pace, his hips slapping against yours and his mouth attacking every inch of skin, leaving it either wet or marked up. You could barely breathed, having to breathe through your opened mouth than your nose. You outright sobbed when Riki snaked his hand down to rub your clit, timing it at the same pace as his thrusts.

Your thighs trembled like fallen leaves, feeling a second climax coming. "Riki—fuck, g-gonna cum, please."

"Yeah? Cum for me, doll."

All it took was for him to give a rough, fierce pinch to your clit for you to tip over the edge. Your body shook from the strong intensity of your orgasm, walls violently fluttering around his cock as transparent liquid sprayed everywhere. Some landed on your sweaty, intertwined bodies while some landed on the sheets.

Riki didn't slow down, fucking you through your orgasm, turning a deaf ear to your sobs and pleas for him to stop. He was quick to follow, delivering one final and long thrust, burying himself to the root and spilled deep inside of you, pumping you full of his cum, thick and hot. Your walls convulsed weakly, trying to milk him dry as you laid there, letting him do as he pleased.

You pushed at his chest, trying to shove him away but he pinned them above your head. He slowly rolled his hips against yours, pushing his cum deeper into you while savoring the breathless moan you let out—