⟡ Summary: You meet with the dentist that everyone is talking about. You didn't expected him to perform your bi-annual check up. While the exam is happening, you can feel tension ongoing between both of you.
⟡ Content: Dentist!Levi x Female Reader, MDNI, Semi-Public sex, PIV sex, Deepthroat, Oral sex (male receiving), Creampie, Hickey forming, Kissing, Reader is Desperate, Levi gets Hard, Tension
⟡ Writer's Note: This fic was requested by anon. THANK YOUUU SO MUCH to my amazing and expert beta reader @levionlyyours!!! Enjoy it MUAH <3
You sit in the waiting room of the dental clinic, patiently waiting for your name to be called by the dental assistant to take you to the exam room for your bi-annual check up. You hear whispers from the receptionists, gossiping about a dentist named Dr. Levi Ackerman, a new member to the team. All of the women gather to talk, giggling amongst themselves.
“Dr. Ackerman is so hot. When you get close to him, you can smell the tea he drinks everyday,” the receptionist tells the group of women.
“No matter what I tried, I never succeeded in seducing him. I asked him out for a date, but he rejected my offer,” another mutters. All of them sigh in response. They all want to have a chance with the handsome dentist.
“Why don’t they even do their jobs instead of spitting out news about a new dentist?” you tell yourself before rolling your eyes. You decide to grab a nearby magazine to kill the time instead of twiddling your thumbs. Who knows when they will call you if they continue their useless conversation?
Eventually, your name gets called by the dental assistant. She greets you. You recognize her voice from the earlier conversation amongst the women. You hate people pretending that they’re caring dental professionals. You can see the way her eyes are cold, yet her smile looks too forced to bring it out.
Once you step in the exam room, you first notice how clean and bright the room is. The tray close to you is already filled with tools. You turn your head to find a young man right in front of you with a mask covering his mouth and nose. His arms crossed to his chest. Your eyes brighten upon staring at his nicely trimmed black-raven hair. He has a perfectly shaved undercut that you want to run your fingers through. His sharp grey eyes are the only features you can see.
You assume he’s ready to begin, something telling you in the back of your mind that he just wants to get the job done and over with. The dental assistant walks away from you to sit on her rolling stool, and starts putting on her mask and pair of gloves.
“Good afternoon! Are you my dentist?” You curiously ask.
“I’m Dr. Ackerman. I’ll be the dentist doing your annual check-up,” he tells you. “Your usual dentist retired,” he adds, so you nod and proceed to lie down on the chair, adjusting your position to be comfortable.
He switches on the light of the operating light above your face. Him and his assistant lower their heads and get closer to you, taking their tools to clean and inspect your teeth and gums, ensuring that there is nothing abnormal. Levi grabs your upper lip to stretch and visualize your gums and teeth carefully with his index finger.
“Open wide,” you hear him muttering. His voice makes you squeeze your thighs together. You imagine swallowing his cum while maintaining eye contact, how he would praise you for taking it all so well.
You quickly clear the thought from your mind, and distract yourself with the flashing colors on the TV in the corner of the ceiling right in front of you. However, you can feel Levi’s eyes on you instead of your mouth. His stare is intense, making you let out a trembling breath.
Just when you turn your eyes away from the screen out of curiosity, your eyes meet him accidentally, making your face flush slightly and avoid his gaze to just contemplate your own thoughts instead. You still feel him scanning your facial features while doing the final steps of the check-up.
How can a man like him multitask?
The fact that his eyes are fixated on you is making you feel a warm and wet sensation between your legs, so you squeeze your thighs even tighter. You unexpectedly feel a hard bulge pressing on your upper arm, making you slightly squirm that the exam chair makes a slight creak from your unexpected movement.
He tells himself as he’s working, I wish I could put my dick inside of her pretty mouth. He’s making an effort to not falter in front of the dental assistant. Too difficult.
“Are you okay Ms. L/N?” The dental assistant asks you. She shifts her chair back before reaching to fill a small cup with water to hand to you.
“We’re done with the check-up. Just take this cup of water to rinse your mouth and spit on the same cup.” Her eyes narrow slightly and she manages to force a smile, able to sense the growing tension between you and Dr. Ackerman.
You nod and once you’re done washing down the polishing paste with water, you surprisingly hear the dentist speak out.
“You can take your break now. I’ll give the instructions before she leaves. Tch,” Dr. Ackerman says. The assistant exhales through her nose and leaves the room. He doesn’t even turn his head when the door closes. The whole time, she didn’t notice the tent that had been residing in his pants for too long. He’s relieved that his short height prevented her from seeing it.
“Are you okay? I know she’s weird. I guess that’s her personality, so don’t take it personal,” he quietly tells you while turning off the operating light, moving it away from your face. You didn’t expect his mood to shift, especially that he’s now concerned about you. Questions are running through your mind. His eyes still don't leave your face.
“It’s fine.” A long pause remains between both of you.
“Actually, I’ve been noticing that you have been staring at my face, especially my eyes and lips,” you add.
“Does it bother you?” He asks you. You shake your head.
“It’s just… you’re very beautiful. Many other women asked me to go out with them, but I just… wasn’t interested,” he adds as a faint blush appears on his cheeks.
“Am I the one you’re looking for?” you ask.
He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.” You pull him towards you by the neckline of his scrub top, your lips smashing against his. He shifts onto the chair, gripping your waist as he kneels between your legs. He’s eager to deepen the kiss, so he slips his tongue in your mouth. His soft lips meeting yours is almost dizzying. You hope that you both don’t get caught.
He pulls away from the kiss to look deeply in your eyes, both of you out of breath.
“Can I touch you?” He impatiently asks, so you nod, making his eyes brighten. You take off your sweater, and finally unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts. His hungry eyes immediately travel to your tits to suck and lick each one of them, as his warm tongue swirls your sensitive nipple. It makes you throw your head back and whimper from the rush of stimulation.
Once he gives enough attention to both of your breasts, he swiftly pulls down your jeans and panties together, dropping it on the floor.
“We have to make this quick,” he says while pulling down his scrub pants so he can free his confined cock. He’s watching your eyes intensely focusing on his cock. Thick, veiny, and tip beaded with pre-cum.
“You’re so fucking hot that I might even forget about my other patients waiting for me,” he mutters before capturing back your lips for a deepening kiss. He wants to continue exploring your mouth with his tongue, so he pinches one of your nipples with his fingers, making you gasp, giving him a chance to dive his tongue in.
He breaks the heating kiss so he can straighten his back. His hand grabs the back of your head tightly, while his other hand is pumping his cock a few strokes, pulling you towards him.
“I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. May I do that?” He asks with a dark stare. He brings his cock towards your mouth, and you hum in response.
Once he pushes his dick in your hot mouth in one brutal snap, your head juts back a little, so his hands hold your head to keep you in place. He starts rolling his hips, fucking your throat, while your saliva is drooling out of your mouth. You’re about to let your eyelids fall, but Levi fists your hair even tighter.
“Eyes open,” he grunts as his hips snap with every thrust. You swirl your tongue on the base while your nose is bumping on his pelvic bone with every force he’s enforcing.
Feeling himself on the edge, he quickly pulls out.
“On your back," he orders you, so you comply with his words.
You let yourself fall back, making contact with the cool long seat. He doesn’t take time to recover from the pleasure. He uses his calloused fingers to play with your folds, making you gasp. You hold his wrist firmly, wanting him to put them inside your aching entrance.
“Your cunt is a soaking wet mess for me, doll,” he whispers as he’s admiring your glistening pussy. "Wet for the dentist, huh?"
“Just shut up and fuck me, Dr. Ackerman,” you say, desperation filling your tone. A smirk curls on his lips. He parts your legs with his strong hands. He gets closer between your thighs and begins using his fingers to rub tight circles around your clit. You can’t help but let out a whimper. Your thighs are already trembling from his fingers working rhythmically on your sensitive nub.
He uses his other hand to align his hard cock with your entrance. He slides in with one hurried thrust, both of you whimpering from the sensation. As soon as he hears you moaning loud, he immediately covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your sounds.
You wrap your arms around his neck, and start rubbing your fingers over his undercut as he’s thrusting, making him exhale deeply and roll his eyes. His eyes are still glued on yours, watching your every reaction while you take his thick length so perfectly. The way you’re wrapping his cock deliciously makes him want to sink deeper. The wet sounds of skin-to-skin sends him spiraling towards the precipice of his climax.
Your fingers grip the armrest of the chair when he fastens the pace, making your knuckles whiten.
“I want you to cum inside me,” you say as your tits are bouncing with every rough thrust.
Upon hearing your plea, his stare turns lustful for you. His cock is now hitting into all the right places, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
You reach your high, your head thrown back. You shut your eyes tightly. Your moans are still muffled by his hand. Levi groans from you clenching on his cock, so he buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding onto dear life to not moan. He continues to push through past your high by giving a few more thrusts while placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, going down your neck to form a hickey, making you wince.
He lets out a quiet grunt as he gives out the final thrust, keeping his cock inside to coat your pussy with his cum. He holds your hips in place, ensuring that you take it all. Once you milk him dry, he pulls out with a wet pop, his cock is now softened. Both of you are panting, breathing hard and fast.
“I’ll have you ride my face for the next session,” he chuckles while remaining close to your face, feeling his breath on your cheek. You can also feel his bangs touching on your forehead.
“I’ll be waiting for you then, Dr. Ackerman,” you excitedly say before tapping his nose with your finger, making him roll his eyes. He kisses your forehead before letting go of his tight embrace.
“You can just call me Levi,” Levi says. You immediately turn your head, and stare at him in confusion.
“I’ll book a taxi to take you home. I wish I was the one taking you myself, but I have other patients to see. Something tells me you’ll have trouble walking."
You agree with a quick nod while putting back your clothes.
He slides back on his scrub pants, then escorts you back to the receptionist for your next follow-up appointment. He wants to wrap his arm around your waist so badly, but he knows it’s a death wish in front of his nosy coworkers.
“She’ll need a follow up appointment with me. Tooth decay. She’ll need to get it treated,” he tells his colleague. You have no idea how he’s able to keep a straight face after fucking you. The receptionist is about to hand you a card with the next appointment date, but Levi snatches it, prompting her to raise her brow.
“Tch, I’m just signing it to confirm it,” he says. His annoyed tone makes her glance away. He hands it to you, and you take a peek. It’s his cellphone number. You remain quiet, not wanting to bring any attention. When you take it from his hand, you notice that his fingers still linger on your hand for a brief moment before letting it go.
Both of you give each other a last longing glance before exiting the clinic. You take a seat on the outside bench to wait for the taxi, unable to hide your smile as you glance back one last time.
Maybe the women were right.
