Cure Me, Doctor~ (Dr. Phil x Reader Fan-Fiction)

Lost in Thought

     You licked your lips once you heard those words. Round two? Oh my, this was going to be good. And now... Robin wouldn't be here to ruin it!

     You looked at him, with a smirk on your face, and nodded. He grinned, and approached the bed. You shivered the moment his cold hands ran across your body, but you quickly got used to it. You felt your face warm up, and your body stiffened. Daddy Phil ran his hands through your hair.

     "Calm down, Y/N... we've done this before. I know you're good - we both do." He chuckled. You looked away to the side, feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed at the same. Just... coming from him, that probably meant a lot. Considering all the bitches he's probably fucked (due to his extreme sexiness), you must have been one of the best. You must've been very sexy.

     Just as you were about to start, you heard a knock at the door. Dr. Phil groaned, agitated. "Who is it?"

     "Take a guess." A voice called out. At first, you didn't recognize it. But then... it all came together.

     It was Steve Harvey.

    "What do you want, Steve?!" Dr. Phil grumbled. You panicked, and covered yourself with the sheets on the bed.

    "Your wife." Steve answered.

     "She's not in here!" Dr. Phil shouted.

     "But I heard you talking to her just now... you were just about to have sex with her!" Steve Harvey shouted back.

     "I wasn't talking to Robin, you stupid ass motherfucker!" Dr. Phil groaned

     "You're cheating on her!? A sexy woman like her!? Again? Oh my, you son of a bi-" Steve Harvey started. You sat there, in shock. What did he mean 'again'? You're sure Dr. Phil got tons of chicks and dicks, but wouldn't Robin have known about it and at least be involved some way or another?

     "Shut up, Harvey. She cheated on me with you first!" Dr. Phil yelled.

     "No, she didn't! You and I both know that you fucked that ten year old boy first!" Steve Harvey scolded.

     "Ten!? Please, Harvey, he was very much twelve!" Dr. Phil chuckled.

    "You pedophile bitch ass, that doesn't make it any better!" Steve Harvey grumbled. While the two argued, you sat there, confused.

     "Just leave Y/N and I alone, Harvey. This is none of your business." Dr. Phil grumbled.

    "Oh, so the poor soul's name is Y/N? Okay, okay. I see. You have a nice name, Y/N, a very nice name." Steve Harvey quieted down for a moment - but that didn't last for long. "Y/N, if you can hear me, escape while you can! He doesn't love you, he just wants you to be another one of his side hoes!"

     You slowly began to lose yourself to the dark pits of your mind. Of curiosity. Of confusion. What if what Steve was saying was true? What if your Daddy didn't truly love you, he just wanted your body? He legitimately just admitted to fucking a twelve year old boy... that shit is fucked up. You were now on the verge of tears. You knew it was too good to be true... he couldn't truly love you.

     "I know what I have to do... but I don't know if I have the strength to do it..." you whispered to yourself. You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes.

    Once you heard Steve Harvey leave, you opened your eyes, and Dr. Phil already wanted to have sex. You could not do this anymore - it wasn't right!

    "You don't really love me, do you...?" You whispered. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you said these words. Oh, how you truly did hate every moment of saying this. You didn't like the thought of him not loving you - but it seemed it had to be true.

     "What do you mean, baby? I love you. You're the love of my life!" Dr. Phil replied. His hand gently caressed your face. You sighed. This was so... difficult. But you refused to be treated like this. This had to be done.

     "No, you don't... you just want sex. You don't love anybody except... except for STEVE!" You shouted angrily. Dr. Phil stared at you, in shock.

     "What do you mean, Y/N, my dear? Why would I love that bastard more than I love you?" He frowned. You could hear heartbreak in his voice... but you honestly couldn't tell if it was real.

    "You know what I mean, Phil! I... I can't take this. I need a break. I'm sorry, but these past few days have just been too much for me. So much trauma, so much chaos... this isn't good for me. I need to clear my head." You sighed. You wrapped a blanket around your body tightly, kissed Dr. Phil's cheek, and left the room. As much as it hurt, this was for the best. You need to give yourself a break - it's simply just healthy.

As you left the room, you could hear Dr. Phil sobbing... but you wouldn't allow him to guilt-trip you. If he truly loves you, he has to understand!

Right...?