#dr suave

Disclaimer: This is purely about characters lovin' thick women. This is not about characters disliking beautiful thin ladies. Also, characters who aren't listed don't necessarily dislike the curves, they may just Not Care either way. Like Michael and Otis. Also, of course, these are my headcanon's and vibes 😅 Definitely not universal. With that out of the way, we can proceed ^^ 💗

Walter: I had an imaginary girlfriend, when I was little.

Walter: ... but she left me.

Plot: Y/N visits her old neighbourhoods heartthrob (And ex babysitter, embarrassingly enough) at his work on her spring break, and its eventful for them both.

Warnings: Age difference (He’s like Early to mid-30’s and you’re early to mid-20’s), sexual references, sexual references, good old fashioned lust

Notes:

Random song that inspired this- Big Girl Now by New Kids On The Block.

So my take on Dr Suave (A.K.A Doctor Bradford Young), as we didn’t actually get to se much of him unfortunately (In fact that movie infamously does not utilise its best assets at all to the measure they should’ve but whatever, that’s what fanfiction is for XD ) is that he’s got a kind of Brad Pitt thing going on? Like, a little accent, a little Aldo Raine syndrome? Haha XD I hope that bleeds through and works.

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“Oh-Kay… “Dr Young sighs, drying his hands with a paper towel before throwing it away into the wastepaper basket by his desk, finished up with his last patient. “Marg,” he calls out to the receptionist working today, a sweet little old lady with some particularly nice canines as he opens the door, seeing her perk up at his reappearance. Flashing her a charming smile, he nods. “Why don’t you send in my next appointment? I’m all ready for ‘em now.”

“Yes sir! Uh, that would be a… “Marg looks down at her list (Which, much like Santa Clause, she has the good sense to check twice unlike one of the other receptionists… that bitch has ugly molars, too.), then looks out to the waiting room in which still sits a couple anxiously waiting patients, to a young lady sitting with her back straight and one leg crossed carefully over the other. Perky would be the perfect word for her. “L/N. Y/N L/N.”

Even with the name, Dr Brad Young finds it a struggle to recognise her. It’s been a fair few years since his focus has been solely on this girl like it is now- or, woman. This woman. Because that is for sure what she had grown into during those years. Where in the world did that cute as shit little girl go? All he sees now is a wicked smile, and soft hair, and legs… and legs… and legs… goddamnit, those legs on her now-

“Dr Young?” Marg speaks up again, because evidently, he had paused for too long and he finds himself grateful for her intervention because even with her nudging he has trouble tearing his only slightly sinful-feeling gaze away from Y/N, who’s getting up and that skirt looks great on her and-

“Ah, I’m fine, Marg. Thanks.” Flashing her a wink, he steps back against the door to his office so Y/N can go through, and watches as the receptionist rolls her eyes and goes back to typing away on the old box-computer they had. Y/N passes him by, slipping into the room and his attention is totally taken by her as he closes the door behind them both.

Setting herself up onto the patient’s bed, legs hanging off the side, Y/N flashes him a bright smile. “Doctor!” She greets, winking.

“Y/N L/N as I live and breath; What a surprise.” Young grins back; He can’t help it. He meets her at the chair and taps her nose, watching the corners of her smile wriggle upwards even more. “If I remember right, you hate the dentist.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not here for an actual check-up, dummy. I just heard you work here, and I’m back home for spring break, and thought it’s been way too long since I saw you last!” She exclaims, dropping her hands on his shoulders. “Thought I’d give you a visit.”

Now he can’t help but gather her body up in a nice warm hug, and feeling her against him is a surprisingly different experience he finds, now. Man, has she grown up. “Ahhh, I’m glad you did. How’ve you been??”

After giving him a tight squeeze back, they both retreat from each other completely and feel an odd emptiness about it; But Y/N doesn’t dwell on it too long as she swings her legs. “Not quite as good as you, clearly.” Making a show of scoping out the room they’re in, set up exactly the way he likes it, she smiles genuinely. Happy for him. “You’ve got your own practice! That’s what you really wanted, right? But hey- I see no dentists assistant. How come, huh? You too territorial, or something? Haha.”

“Allows me better one-on-one time with the patients.” He replies, a certain mystique to his tone. Y/N raises her brows back at him, but he just smirks back. “Privacy, you know.”

“Right… “She giggles, feeling like air in his presence once again. It really had been too long; And memory can only serve a girl so well. She missed ‘Doctor Young’, after she went off to college (A lot), though he was just Brad when they lived on the same block Oor Dr Suave by her and the other schoolgirls that noticed him). ‘Dr Young’, has a nice ring to it as well, though. “So, how long do you think you can hang with me for before your next patient? Couple minutes?”

“We can push it to half an hour I think- we’ll just tell Marg you got a filling.” He winks, and as it always has- causes butterflies to erupt in her stomach. She nods in understanding, and he grins, leaning closer to her. “And just to be safe… open up, there. I’ll have a look so you don’t have to lie.”

“I don’t mind lying… “ She says, looking up at him from under eyelashes and playing almost… coy, if he didn’t know any better. God, is she? Or is it just wishful thinking? “Like you said, dentists always did make me nervous.”

“Aw, even me?” Especially you, she thinks. Not for quite the same reason, but still. Suddenly, without her notice of its approach, his hand is on her thigh. Her almost, bare, thigh. The only thing between his skin and hers being her short as skirt.

“You are no exception, Brad.”

A surprised chuckle comes out of him, not used to being called his first name in the office. “Okay, okay… hurt my feelings, why don’t you?”

Instead of feeding into his playful guilt trip, Y/N just smirks. “Toughen up. We’re in the real world now, Doc. This isn’t my parents’ house, and I’m not your play patient, anymore.” She’s referring to the times he would babysit her, when she was younger and he was in his teens. The parents always trusted him to babysit the neighbourhood kids- they still to this day do not know that he was the one most of them new the intricacies of the ‘Friday the 13th’ franchise, from.

They would play dentist together back then, because basically from diapers this man has wanted to become one. Brad would be the professional, of course, and Y/N would let him ‘play doctor’. It was a lot of fun, back then. He would open her mouth up and use a musk stick to poke around in there, making up problems with stupid made-up remedies like you have to pick up all your toys and put them away to fix this, or you have to eat all your veggies for this tooth to grow back, and occasionally he would get a tickle in, when she wasn’t expecting it. She hated him, for that. But could never stay mad for too long, as just as he had always wanted to be a dentist- he had always been charming as fuck, too.

Now, of course, Y/N had a different type of fun in mind when it came to Dr Bradford Young. In fact she had had it in mind since she turned 16, but then he was far too old for her. He was still, many years older then her now of course but the difference didn't seem quite as offensive now. She was an adult. So was he.

But what fun she may have with him was entirely up to him and if he would catch her hints, of course. She knew today was a risk; Coming to see him and wearing this short-short skirt, but she could resist.

And he grins at the memories himself right now, but seems totally preoccupied by her. In their present. “If you’re not a play patient Y/N, then I’m going to have to ask you to open your mouth for me. No special treatment for friends, I’m afraid.”

“What!” Y/N exclaims at that immediately, pouting at him.

“Come on,” He holds her chin between thumb and forefinger, smirking in amusement at her reaction. His eyes are on her mouth which is bad enough for her feelings, but it could be analysed away unfortunately due to the setting and the context of their conversation, which is even worse. Damn his profession- Y/N would have to admit, though, that even if he were just looking at her like that for purely medical reasons, it is a nice sight. Daydream fuel for weeks! “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”

There’s something about how he used to say ‘sweetie’, but its now suddenly changed to ‘sweetheart’, that causes her to give in. Allowing him to gently guide your lips apart, and switch to holding her jaw in between his fingers instead as he concentrates; Making his assessment.

Oh god- Y/N has never experienced such an oddly intimate moment before, or ever felt more self-conscious about her teeth, of all things-

Yet she can’t help focusing on him, as he takes a few moments to really look. The focused, intrigued expression on his face - almost a smolder, though she wouldn’t be surprised if he just couldn’t help looking that good, - a far cry from the frustrated look on any other dentist she’s ever met with. And it is mesmerising.

As Y/N’s sitting there, legs slowing to a stop instead of swinging and eyes wide watching him, Dr Young cant help but just admire her teeth for a moment. Yes, he’s really only doing this to get closer to her - too easy, - , but he is a dentist. He just can’t help taking notice, of evidence of healthy eating- of teeth grinding- of nail biting- of the peppermint gum she evidently had just before coming in… Basically, of a lot of things that he’s missed out on knowing about, as he hasn't seen her. Its an odd reminder, that she has still been around, living, and being… this new, gorgeous adult and somehow, he hadn’t known it. He hates that. He thinks, if he had known… if had known… fuck, things would be different right now.

Maybe instead of playing doctor like this to get close to her he would have her bent over his desk.

A few moments pass, before he finally allows himself to let go of her again. She closes her mouth, pretty lips touching each other now instead of his unfortunately, and torturously, enough. Damn, he needs to do something about that, soon. Flashing her a smirk, though, he steps back but definitely doesn’t miss how those lips press more firmly together at his hand leaving her thigh- a tell-tale sign of her displeasure if he ever knew one, and he does in fact know them. She wants him, but that’s not a huge surprise. Honestly, he’s used to people - silly women, mostly, - falling all over him.

It definitely is a good thing though, seeing as its her and not just any other silly woman, even if it’s not a surprise.

Even so- why jump the gun and miss out on some fun? He won’t give away his own cards too soon, he doesn’t think. It’ll be fun to see her try to get his attention, even though she definitely already has it.

“So, Doc. How are they? Don’t need to get out any scary tools, do you?” She jokes, a devastatingly cheeky grin on her face. “Drills,… scalpels,… that disgusting numbing stuff?”

“Disgusting?” Well. He’s heard plenty of complaints in this office but that one is knew. That numbing stuff is a god send for some people.

Chuckling, she nods. “Yep, I can name a couple things just in this room that’d taste better. Honestly, you’d think you people would have made that shit in better flavours by this point.”

A slow grin spreads across his mouth. “What kinda things?”

“Hm?” An innocent look clouds her round eyes, looking at him as her head tilts to the side. And goddamn… seeing it... it takes a lot in him not to end the game just like that. What is she doing to him?

“What in this room would taste better, Y/N?”

Immediately the answer comes to her and she exclaims, clearly; “Ink!” It makes him laugh, a soft and seductive sound that she was not at all prepared for and because of which can only stare at him in shock for a moment, fingers gripping the edges of the dentist’s chair on either side of her thighs. Hoping he doesn’t notice.

He does. But she needn’t know that quite yet, he decides.

- But then Y/N shakes off that awe-struck look in her body language and in her eyes and replaces it with a sly eye roll and a smirk, and he is gone.

Yes, he thinks. She does need to know he’s noticed her. She needs to know he saw. She needs to know so that he can do something about his hands aching to touch her again. Anywhere and everywhere but first of fucking all those goddamn legs-

“Mmm, oh I can think of something a bit more appetising than ink, Y/N.” An adorable, sexy little gasp actually slips of out her this time, when he puts his hand on her thigh again; The material of her skirt entirely too perfect to boot. Her eyes flash from his hand to his eyes, and before his own eyes he watches the little girl turned grown woman he knows develop a little bit of vixen in her. A little bit of seductress. Whether she means it or not, it hits him hard.

An eyebrow peaks up her forehead, and a little grin plays at her lips. Half a - disbelieving, surprised, aroused, - chuckle bleeds into her voice. He cant possibly be hinting towards what she thinks he is, right? Its just her imagination. “Like what, Brad?”

He breathes in deep, in response, making a show of looking thoughtful. Like oh, what could he possibly be thinking of right now?... Then he shrugs, polished and self-confident as ever. He comes closer again, too close now for them to be any misinterpretations and eyes brooding as hell. Its honestly not fair at all, to poor Y/N. “Like… you?”

Aghhhhhh- “Now, how am I supposed to stay all cute and seductive myself, man, if you keep looking at me like that and pulling off lines like those!” She suddenly exclaims, cheeks warm suddenly and head falling back in exasperation. It makes him laugh again, the air light around them as he straightens up and guides her chin back down.

“You’re too fuckin’ cute.”

She can't help sighing, but neither can she help the pleased smirk on her lips as she avoids his gaze. “Thank you.”

If she had looked at him then, she would have caught him blatantly check her out in that moment. His dark eyes making a sweep of her form; Before landing firmly on her lips again. And this time there is no room to misread his intention. “And really fuckin’ hot, too.”

Her cheeks heat up even worse then; Practically flaming. “Dr Young,” Y/N gasps, playing outraged even as her body temperature gives her away. “I don’t think this is professional behaviour at all! I need to report you, I think, to the, um, the- “Suddenly, because they both know he’s too close to her for her to come up with truly articulate teasing’s right this moment and he’s dying to do so, Dr Young presses forward and presses his lips show-stoppingly to hers in their first searing kiss, that she had been waiting far too long for and he was just today slapped in the face with needing. It truly muddles her brain, so when he pulls back she really loses sight of her vocabulary. “The- the um… um… “Another kiss saves her again, the sound of him just breathing through his nose setting her off to kiss him back properly, this time. She pulls back, this time, lust-hazy eyes flickering up to his. Her lips already feel brutalised and hot, and he looks so good. She desperately wants to mess up his perfect hair. “I give up.”

“Thank fuck.”

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