Charley

Your foot taps against the floor of the dentist waiting room, your hands clammy and pressed atop your jeans clad thighs.

You hated the dentist. You hated any kind of health appointment. They always stressed you out.

But you hadn’t been for a dental hygiene appointment in years. Which, isn’t great. You knew that. But work was busy and bills were expensive and aside from brushing and flossing your teeth, your dental care wasn’t really at the top of your priority list.

“Miss L/n?” A female voice calls from across the room. You lift your gaze up from your phone and give the dentist assistant — you assumed her to be — a tight smile.

You stand from your seat and tuck your phone into the pocket of your jeans and make your way over to the woman standing near the door that led into the hallway.

You both murmured your greetings to one another and she led you into an empty operating room. You remove your jacket and take a seat on the dental chair, laying it behind you.

“Doctor Abbott will be with you shortly, ma’am.” The woman nods to you, giving you a final smile before leaving.

After about a five minute wait, the door opened “Sorry for the wait, ma’am. I’m Doctor Abbott, I’ll be performing your routine check. It’s very nice to meet you.”

And god, you’re nearly certain that your heart faltered for a split second. He was.. gorgeous.

He was middle aged, about mid forties if you were to guess. His hair was wavy and slightly greying, and from what you could see, it looked as if it were a slightly ginger or auburn colour before he started to go grey. He was physically fit, clearly someone who went to the gym regularly.

Well, at least he would make this appointment a little more exciting. He certainly was easy on the eyes.

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling a little flustered. Embarrassingly so. “Oh, it’s okay. Nice to meet you too.” You were now laying back slightly on the chair, your legs outstretched in front of you.

Doctor Abbott grabs a four wheeled stool and sits down on it, rolling over to you and situating himself near your head and grabbing a pair of blue gloves from the table next to him and putting them on his large, callused hands.

“So, today we’re just going to do regularly cleaning which includes scaling, polishing and a flossing. Is there any issues that you’ve been having recently, or are we okay to just get straight to the cleaning?” His voice was deep and professional, like he had rattled off these same words thousands of times today. He had a subtle confidence about him.

You peek up at his name tag secured around his neck. Jack Abbott. Nice name.

You feel stupidly nervous in his presence, especially now with him sitting so close to you. But you push your feelings aside and answer his question. “Well, uhm.. I haven’t been to the dentist in a while and I’ve recently noticed some tooth pain, specifically when I eat something chewy? Like, gummies in particular. It’s a little random.” You chuckle.

Jack chuckles back, the conversation surprisingly easy. “Not random at all. Tooth aches are the most common things I deal with day to day.” He continues. “So tooth pain, hm? Can you show me which tooth or teeth are paining you?”

You nod and open your mouth, your face reddening at how stupid you probably looked pointing at your back teeth. God, you hoped your breath smelled okay.

Jack nods in understanding, grabbing a dental mirror tool from the table next to him and gently pushing it into your mouth. You keep your gaze fixed upon the ceiling as he quickly examines each tooth, humming softly under his breath.

You felt one of his gloved fingers in your mouth too, guiding the instrument along your back teeth. Your breath hitches when his finger brushes against your tongue for a second.

Fuck, that felt..

God, you were really touch starved, weren’t you? You were seriously getting turned on from your dentists fingers in your mouth?

You weren’t.. obvious about how that affected you, were you?

Why was he.. smirking? A knowing look crossed Jack’s features. A slightly cocky look at that.

“You okay?” He asks casually. His finger runs over your front teeth before slipping out of your mouth. And it probably wasn’t intentional, right..?

You nod around the tool in your mouth and he pulls it out to allow you to talk properly. You suck in a subtle breath and reply to him. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Yeah?” He echoes, tilting his head to the side. “You seem a little flustered, or something.” He takes a moment before continuing, his voice a little lower. “Are you enjoying this?”

You.. what the fuck were you meant to say to that?

“I.. I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” You scramble for words, trying to excuse your change in behaviour. Fuck, this was mortifying.

Jack nods smugly. You watch his expression start to change, like an idea had landed and he was running it over in his head. He then lifted his hand, signalling you to open your mouth again.

He slides two fingers into your mouth, and initially, you presume he’s just continuing your exam. But then they slide further.. resting on your tongue.

Doctor abbots voice drops an octave, something dark flashing in his eyes. “You like that?” He asks, his voice taunting and a little surprised.

Your breath catches in your throat, a heat blooming over your cheeks. You felt mortified. Humiliated. But another feeling washed over you too.

Pleasure.

It pooled between your legs, your core heating and twisting as you became slick beneath your underwear. You clench your thighs against each other, as if Jack could see through your clothes and notice how soaked you were beneath them.

Your eyes roll back slightly, a small sound of pleasure rumbling from the back of your throat. You nod your head the best you can with your mouth full, and Jacks other hand comes up to grip the side of your face. To hold you steady.

And then his fingers went deeper. Brushing against your uvula. Your eyes begin to water and you gag a little around his digits, your saliva coating his gloved covered skin and threatening to drip from your mouth.

Jack makes a humming sound in contemplation. He keeps his hand still, not pushing in or out, just resting in the back of your throat. “Interesting, hm? Getting all hot and bothered over a pair of fuckin’ gloves in your mouth. Kinky girl, aren’t you?” He chuckles.

Your cheeks are burning now, your eyes feeling unbearably heavy. They flutter closed and a string of saliva drips from your lips down to your chin.

“Hm?” Jack pushes, and your eyes fly open when you realise you hadn’t responded to him. You nod awkwardly, making a garbled humming sound around his fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. Say that again?” He taunts, pulling his hand back, releasing his digits from your mouth. The blue gloves were dripping with saliva and your chest burns with humiliation at the sight.

You greedily gulp down some air, your lips swollen and pink from sucking. “You like being used like this, sweetheart? Getting all messy knowing that anyone could walk in and see?” Jack asks now that your mouth was free.

“Yes, doctor Abbott. I— I like it, a lot.” You stutter, squeezing your thighs together subconsciously to ease some of the tension between them.

Jacks eyes flick down to them, catching the movement. A crooked smirk crawls onto his lips as the realisation sets in. “Are you getting messy down there too, sweetheart? Fuck, you’re pathetic.” He chuckles, bringing his fingers back up to your mouth and pushing the same two back inside.

You almost moan as they slip into your heat, your tongue swirling around the surgical glove. The texture felt pleasant on your tongue. Stimulating, actually.

Jack begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth at a steady pace, brushing against a sensitive spot in your throat and making you gag every now and then. Your eyes water slightly in pleasure and you feel yourself turn molten beneath your panties. Your pussy begins to spasm uncontrollably and a feeling of panic and embarrassment washes over you.

You moan in overstimulation around Doctor Abbotts fingers as your orgasm ripples through you, your fluids dripping into your underwear, undoubtedly making the walk out of this place extremely uncomfortable with the mess you’d made.

You came. Completely untouched. That had never happened before. Hell, the men you’d been with sometimes couldn’t make you cum while touching you.

But Jack noticed it. Of course he did. You had a feeling that you wouldn’t get much past him.

“Oh, you’re cumming all over yourself. Oh fuck, baby,” Jack groans as if it physically pleases him to see you feeling good. He keeps his pace with his fingers unfaltering, your oral fixation being satisfied every time he makes you gag on his hand.

And suddenly, you think you’ll start making more dentist appointments.

Thank you for reading!! Got a little sloppy and lazy at the end so sorry about that. This is incredibly self indulgent too lol, and I’m actually dealing with some tooth aches at the moment also😭

at first it pisses him off. he understands that hes your attending and hes meant to be teaching you but god you are literally always on his heels no matter what, but one day after a hard shift he sees you crying because your landlord is threatening to evict you if you dont pay a higher amount of rent at an earlier date than usual and he asks if your okay and you just collapse into his arms. robbys shocked at the ache he feels in his chest at the sight of your tears but he rubs your back and tells you youre okay and offers to pay. after a lot of rejecting the idea of your end and lots of rather stern words from robby about how you need to have an apartments so you can be on your best form for treating patients (totally not cos he has a soft spot for you and wants to take care of you)

slowly overtime it turns into more. robby buys your groceries and gives you money to buy some new clothes and somehow it ends up with him suggesting that you move in with him for a while while you look for a new place because your current one has mold and noisy aggressive neighbours and a broken ac unit and he cant have you in those conditions, you know, for your own health. and it also gives the opportunity for some private tutoring from an incredibly experienced doctor who will now only be a few feet away at any given time for you to pick his brain.

hes 50 with no family and works all the time in a very highly paid position. hes got money. hes buying you whatever you want and even stuff you dont know you want yet. like some new underwear after you complain that your panties keep going missing? strange.

omg but hed be so encouraging when tutoring you. good girl is a common phrase he uses and it makes you feel things you are not quite comfortable divulging with your boss/roommate. you sit way to close while studying because hes old and needs to get closer to the pages while reading. his hand on your lower back while you navigate the kitchen, stroking your hair after a bad day.