The moment Satoru Gojo slumped into the dentist’s chair, you knew he’d be trouble. Not just because he was one of the most powerful sorcerers alive, but because he had a mouth that never knew when to quit—both in strength and in sheer audacity.

Now, under sedation for his multiple cavities (a consequence of his ridiculous sweet tooth), he was loose-lipped, half-lidded, and entirely too flirty for someone with cotton stuffed in his mouth.

"Y’know," he slurred, blinking lazily up at you as you adjusted your gloves, "I always knew you had soft hands… but feeling them in my mouth? Kinda romantic."

You sighed, picking up your scaler. "Gojo, stop talking."

"But your voice is so soothing," he drawled, lips curling into a goofy smile. "You should just talk to me forever. Whisper sweet nothings while you fix me up, doc."

You tapped his cheek lightly. "Open."

He obeyed—miraculously—but the moment your gloved fingers touched his lips, he groaned dramatically. "Mm, you’re touching me so gently… Are you sure you're my dentist? Or is this a dream?"

You rolled your eyes and got to work, carefully cleaning around his molars. He hummed in delight, even as you pressed against his gums.

"You know," he said, words slurred around your tools, "I’d let you put anything in my mouth, babe." You paused, leveling him with an unimpressed stare.