Imagines about Dan Howell, Phil Lester or Phan.
There will be no FIC stories in here ok? I think the Phandom has been scarred enough.
Update: There is one. OOPS.
**As of April 30th, 2017 this book has been placed on an official hiatus, indefin...
I absolutely hated the hospital. I couldn't stand the needles and sickness and the nurses that hated their lives. The one thing that made it worth it was my doctor. Dr. Philip M. Lester, simply put, was a Primary Care Physician God. If you walked in sick, you'd forget what had you feeling like shit once you saw him, he had that type of power. I checked in and sighed, sitting down. Everyone sat and judged me because of how I looked. It was as if no one had heard of a casual check up, like the doctor was supposed to be for actual, physical sicknesses. I had on an off-the-shoulder sweater, denim shorts and boots. Everyone looked at me like a was crazy. For the first time in my life, I was thankful about the nurse coming to get me.
I walked down the long corridor toward a room for me. I jumped up onto the exam table, pulling out my phone. My boyfriend, Dan texted me.
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Just when I threw my phone down and threw my head into my hands, Dr. Lester walked in. He caught the last bit of the fit, picking up my phone. He read the messages. "Wow, he's so..." Dr. Lester shook his head.
I looked up at him, tears falling. I didn't want my doctor to turn into my counselor, but I needed someone right now. "I'm sorry... He gets this way."
"No need." He pulled over his stool. "You're having trouble conceiving? How long have you been trying?" Dr. Lester pulled up notes in my file.
I looked at him, "Two years." I fiddled with my hands. "Dr. Lester, I don't think this is neede-"
"Phil, darling. We've known each too long to keep going by these professional names." After he finished typing notes into my file, he pulled out the stirrups on the examination table. "I'm gonna ask you to take off your shorts and underwear." The inside of me freaked out. For one, I'm easily turned on. For two, I've had my eye on this man for a while. It was hard to believe he was about to step into OB-Land for a minute. I did as he asked, pulling off my shorts. "Here, we've got this heated blanket that you can spread over your lap. Once I laid back into the stirrups, Phil placed the blanket over me. "Okay, I'm going to do a quick pap smear and then you can get dressed again." I nodded, laying back, taking deep breaths. I knew that I was going to royally embarrass myself in front of my doctor. I was ready to hide behind this heated blanket. Dr. Lester went through his procedures and I tried so hard not to whine or moan out. Once I heard the snap of the long cotton swab, I knew it was over. "Well, this will be sent to lab. I just want to take a good look to see if there's another test we should do."
I nodded. "Whatever you say, Doc." I exhaled, biting my lip.
"Okay, this is going to feel cold." Oh God. Temperature changes. I braced myself for the cold gel. As soon as his fingers touched, I moaned out in the most whorish way. My cheeks began burning as Phil just stopped. "Maybe your boyfriend isn't performing right."
I coughed a little, "Excuse me?" I asked, offended for Dan.
He chuckled. "I mean. No woman, not even an extra sensitive one, has come in here and had that reaction. He must not be meeting your needs if you're that easily turned on." I heard the smirk come across his face. "In fact... I can prove that he's not performing correctly."
I snickered. "Do your worst, Phil." He smiled, taking his gloved hand, rubbing around my clit slowly. "Oh wow, yes I'm cumming oh mer gerd." I mocked.
"Hold your pretty little horses, Y/N." He laughed. Phil slowly entered with two fingers. I tensed up slightly. "You're holding up nicely... Wouldn't it be a shame if I..." I gasped out, grabbing the examination table, "Pushed up on your spot like this?"
I bit my lip, possibly drawing blood. "Please... Phil, faster." I ground my hips onto his hands, aching for the relief. Phil obliged, making my orgasm come around quickly. I shook fiercely, coming up and down faster than a racecar.
Dr. Lester removed the glove from his hand, throwing it away and washing his hands. "I rest my case. tell your boyfriend to get checked. Nothing's wrong with your pretty little body. I ran a clean bill of health." Phil winked before typing up a report. I chuckled to myself. Maybe I should have a doctor for a boyfriend.
