warnings: a lot of praise, oral fixation, fear of the dentist, dental care, fluff, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship, dental au, slight inappropriate use of a suction,
When you arrive at a new dental office already feeling tense, you aren’t expecting to meet your new hot shot dentist—Dr. Steve Harrington
You had been putting the appointment off for as long as possible—but there was no avoiding it now. You were long overdue for a cleaning, and this was the only week where you could sacrifice your Monday morning to go in.
Pulling up to the dental office with trembling hands, the receptionist greeted you at the door before handing you a registration form. You had transferred dental offices after the previous one put you through antagonizing pain, constantly pushing unnecessary procedures that left you with a lingering fear of the dentist, one that was typically reserved for younger children.
Sitting patiently in the waiting room, you quietly filled out your information—trying your best to appear calm despite the anxiety written all over your face to anyone who glanced twice.
You heard the sounds of shuffling and a door swinging open, a hygienist dressed in all dark blue scrubs stood waiting with a warm smile on her face.
She called out your name and you perked up before her eyes locked onto you. “Dr Harrington, will see you now.” She said as you walked over, swallowing past the lump in your throat and following behind.
You observed the dental room that had all the uncomfortable things other offices had, the stiff plastic covered chairs that felt cold and unwelcoming the moment you sat down, the harsh glare of the overhead lights, making you feel more exposed. Instead of resting your arms on the armrests, you tucked them tightly in your lap, like making yourself smaller would make the experience easier to endure.
You sat in silence, waiting for the so-called ‘Dr. Harrington’ to come in, your eyes drifting to the tray beside you—lined with instruments that looked like they came straight out of a Frankenstein movie with their metal precision. It only made the growing sense of dread settle deeper into your chest, wondering if it was too late to leave now.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, your head quickly whipping around to see the intruder.
The man who entered was no intruder, you had to blink rapidly to school your intimidated expression. He looked young—not much older than you, he had tanned olive skin that glowed beneath the lights—covered in moles, the softest brown hair that reached the nape of his neck, you blushed embarrassingly at the thought of aching to run your fingers through it. He had a well structured face shape with a straight nose, and the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, looking shades of brown that held warmth. This man wasn’t just handsome—he was undeniably beautiful.
The smile on his face hadn’t faltered since he stepped in, a wide kind one that made his eyes crinkle as he rounded the corner to sit on the tiny rolling stool next to you. You noticed his large white coat, clinging to his body in a way that let you know he was hiding a lot more underneath, and you recognized the name on the badge you had heard earlier.
He promptly extended a hand forward, and it took you a long second before connecting that he was initiating a handshake. You took his veiny hand in yours, not quite meeting his eyes as he gave a firm shake, but holding on so gently.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Harrington!” He enthusiastically introduced himself, and your stomach queased, he was going to be the one all up in your mouth? “But you can call me Steve.” He continued.
You nodded, before giving your own name back, in a much quieter voice. His brows tightened into a small frown as he looked over you, having noticed your unease.
“I read that it’s your first time here, sweetheart?” His tone lowered into one of soft understanding, matching yours. Sweetheart. The pet name made your heart beat faster, palms sweating further, though the last thing you needed was to be crushing on your new dentist.
“Y-Yeah,” you answered shakily. “The last office I was at wasn't the best, and it made me kind of…scared of the dentist.” You confessed before you could rethink the words.
Steve’s face tugged deeper into a pout. “Aw, well I’m sorry to hear that.” He said. “But I can assure you I’ll take very good care of you here. It’s okay to feel a little nervous, you wanna know a secret? Some grown adults I see wet themselves before I’ve even started.” He winked.
You weren’t sure how true that was—but it seemed to settle you slightly, Steve’s eyes twinkling at the small giggle you gave in response.
He reached forwards to cover your hands once more, offering another squeeze before pulling back to glove up and put on a mask.
The dentist lowered your chair until you were fully reclined in a horizontal position, aware of his muscly thighs at the sides of your head, leaning over you.
“Just open wide for me, sweet girl.” He instructed, and you hoped the blush on your cheeks weren’t visible as you stretched your mouth open, showcasing all your teeth.
He was silent for a moment, only using a small round mirror to look all around your mouth. He hummed appreciatively to himself, nodding though you couldn’t see it.
“Oh, those are some beautiful teeth.” He drawed out, which wasn’t helping your current situation.
Steve leaned over to pick up something else, and you got a whiff of his aroma, strong woodsy masculine cologne, but not the type that brought on a headache.
“Now, I’m gonna start cleaning them, make them all nice and shiny.” He narrated his movements, and it brought immense comfort, not having to be worried about everything that was going to happen all at once.
“Just let me know if anything hurts, and we’ll take a break, yeah?” He asked.
“Okay.” You responded, feeling much more confident in your words.
You almost jumped at the feeling of his latex fingers entering your mouth—hot and heavy, invading your mouth like it was no one’s business but his, though it felt strangely nice in a way, your tongue flattening to make more room.
Steve worked slowly, taking all the time he needed—much like you needed, to work gently. You even caught him singing a few lyrics under his breath, but his entire focus remained on you.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” He commented halfway through, even you had to admit you hadn’t expected yourself to feel so relaxed, only concentrating on breathing through your nose.
He traded the instrument in his hand for a sharper edged anchor looking one, to reach all the way in the back of your mouth, you hadn’t seen it—only felt the sudden prick that sent an uncomfortable sensation through your nerves. A gag spluttered out of you before you could stop it, and Steve instantly pulled back as you breathed heavily.
“I know that hurts, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He tutted, one of his rubber thumbs that had been in your mouth prior now lightly caressing your cheek, in repeated circular motions.
“You can keep going.” You spoke after a moment, the pain having subsided.
“Open just a littleee wider for me, it looks like there’s a cavity, but no need to worry.” Steve reassured, returning to probe at your tooth. When you followed through obediently, his form hunched over you, to the point where you could feel a strand of his hair falling against your forehead, he praised proudly. “Good girl.”
It sent a buzzing spark through you, and you attempted to ignore the spit that pooled at the corners of your mouth, closing your eyes in order to avoid making eye contact with his focused expression. Once he finished cleaning that area, he rinsed your mouth causing the water to drip out onto your chin, before guiding the plastic suction to vacuum your saliva.
“Suck.” He commanded, and your lips wrapped around the plastic straw, sucking as he stared down at you, allowing the suction to linger longer than needed, you could hear the slightest pants coming from his mouth inches above you.
“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” He barely spoke above a whisper, you didn’t withdraw your lips until the machine drew away with a loud pop!
Your whole body felt like it was burning by the time Steve scooted backwards and began to adjust the chair back up again, you had only met him half an hour ago and he had already explored your mouth—it felt more intimate than any date you’ve ever been on.
And you noticed something darker behind Steve’s eyes that hadn’t been there before, a quiet glimmer that revealed what he didn’t mention, perhaps your thoughts weren’t so one sided.
He carefully took off his gloves, disposing of them before turning back to you. “See, I told you you’d be a champ, sweetheart.” He grinned, his own sparkling canines peaking out.
“I think that’s mostly because of you, doctor.” You shrugged shyly, not accepting all the credit.
He rolled his eyes with a huff. “What did I say about calling me Steve?” He reprimanded.
“Now, I won’t give you the whole speech about remembering to brush and floss twice a day, because you’re a big girl and I know you already do those things.” He raised a brow in warning. “But I would still prefer if you came for a follow up about that cavity, then I can really help you out.”
You tried not to let your mind wander as you thought of the double meaning behind his words, nevertheless, nodding accordingly.
“If you need anything,” he pulled out a notepad, quickly scribbling something down before handing it to you. “—this is my number. Though I hope this won’t be the last of you, my perfect patient.”
You left the office with sparkling teeth, a previous fear washed away, and a handwritten note to show for it. Steve was certainly right—you were already booking your next appointment.
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