if you don't write this fic i'll write it my damn self
okay shit guys all of you want the dentist hc/fic so i guess I’ll give it to you?? And hopefully it not be utter shit?? guess we will see. Damn u, Dan Howell, for having some dentist fetish.
Six months. That’s how long Dan had to wait in between dental visits. Unless something went horribly wrong with his teeth before then, he had to wait six months to get his teeth cleaned.
For most people, that wasn’t nearly enough time for another visit. In fact, most people Dan knew, actually hated the dentist. No one ever had nice things to say about it except him, and of course he would be the odd one out. He actually liked going. As in, he liked getting his teeth scraped clean by his hot hygienist for nearly an hour.
Phil Lester (aka, the hottest person in the whole dental office) had been cleaning Dan’s teeth for years now. Dan actually went to every appointment, seeing Phil often enough to have a causal relationship with him. They caught up during each visit, had a few laughs, and agreed to see each other next time. They got along so well, in fact, Dan wasn’t sure why they didn’t hang out outside of dental appointments.
He was sitting in the waiting room, messing around on his phone while he waited for Phil to push open the door and say he was ready for him. Dan had to sit for nearly twenty minutes before Phil came out, wearing his turquoise colored scrubs and looking hotter than Dan last remembered. He had a haircut - fresh from the looks of it - and had more freckles littering his skin than before. He must be spending time out in the sun, he thought.
“Dan, nice to see you,” Phil greeted as he walked Dan to the room they would be using today. “How have you been?”
“Good. Great, actually. How about you?”
“I’m good. I just got back from holiday, so you’re the first patient I get to see after my time off. Nothing like getting back into the swing of things with my favorite patient.”
Dan laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think favoritism in the workplace is frowned upon,” Dan teased.
Phil waved his hand dismissively. “That’s only between managers and employees.The handbook says nothing about employees and patients.” He led them to a room at the far end of the hall, and closed the door behind him once they both entered.
“You actually read the handbook?” Dan snorted. “Nerd.”
“Hey! I wanted to get hired here and that was a requirement, okay? Quit name calling. It’s unattractive.” He gestured for Dan to sit in the chair, which he happily obliged to.
“I didn’t realize I was trying to be sexy. Here, let me try again,” Dan offered. sitting in some odd and really unflattering position on the chair.
Phil couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop that. Someone will come in here and get the wrong idea.” He dug around in a drawer for a paper bib, and clipped it around Dan’s neck once he readjusted himself.
“Oh, honey, I’m full of bad ideas,” Dan purred teasingly.
Phil looked dead at him, an odd glint in his eyes. “Mmhmm. Just be good and sit on that chair while I clean your teeth. Or do I have to bribe you like I do with kids and give you a lollipop?”
Dan almost said something dirty in reply, but thought against it. “It’s probably sugar free since all you dentists are the same in trying to promote good dental hygiene, so no thanks. If I’m going to suck on something, it’s going to taste good.” Oops. He wasn’t trying to be dirty. It just came naturally.
Phil cocked a brow. “Is that so?” He pulled rubber gloves over both his hands, wiggling his fingers a few times to get used to them.
“This looks like a bad start to a porno,” Dan commented, cringing instantly afterwards. He should have kept that one to himself.
“Please. If this were a porno, it wouldn’t be bad,” Phil fired back, pushing the rolling stool out of the way. “In fact, I think it would be rather good. Don’t you?”
Dan swallowed nervously. “I dunno,” he mumbled. He liked to think of him and Phil as some sort of friends, but this conversation seemed to be heading in a direction he didn’t think they should be having. Not in this situation, anyways.
Phil pretended like nothing had been said, and ordered Dan to lean back, relax, and open his mouth. He did as he was told, letting Phil dig around in his mouth for a moment. He kind of wished that Phil would skip all of this and go straight to the teeth scraping, but it was clear that none of that was going to happen when Phil stopped moving his hand, only leaving two fingers in Dan’s mouth. “I’m going to try a different form of cleaning today,” he announced, leaning right over Dan’s face and staring at him seriously. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you like it enough to still want to come back in six months.”
“What?” Dan asked, his word coming out funny with Phil’s fingers stuck in his mouth.
“Suck,” Phil demanded. When Dan stared up at him, he said it again. “I said suck, Dan. Don’t make me ask you again.” Dan’s lips closed instantly around Phil’s gloved fingers, and he began sucking on the warm rubber, soaking them in spit.
Phil smiled wickedly at him. “Do you honestly think anyone around here believes you come here every six months for a teeth cleaning, Dan? Honestly, no one is that adamant when it comes to dental hygiene. You might like it, sure, but it’s not the actual cleanliness of it, is it? I have a feeling you just like things shoved in your mouth.”
“Mmhm,” Dan mumbled around his fingers, still sucking.
“Don’t worry, I’ll still give you that dose of pain you always crave when you come here,” Phil said, pulling his fingers from Dan’s mouth. Dan’s eyes were blown wide, and it wasn’t from the light shining directly on them. They were wide with lust. “You came here for a cleaning, but there’s all kinds of those. I think today, I’ll go with cleaning the body. How does that sound?”
“W-What do you mean?” Dan stuttered. He could already feel himself growing warm.
Phil smiled at him. “You’ll see.” He locked the door with a loud click, and walked back over to the chair Dan was in. He trailed his fingers lightly over Dan’s body, starting from his lips and ending at his thighs. Dan shivered from the ghostly contact. “I think today, I’ll have to clean down here.” His hands lightly ghosted the growing bulge in Dan’s jeans, and Dan let out a tiny whimper.
“What do you mean clean it? It’s not dirty.”
“Maybe not on the outside,” Phil said, resting his hand on Dan’s clothed cock. He pressed down lightly, then slowly added more pressure until Dan moaned. “All hard from a trip to the dentist’s office? For shame.”
Dan’s cheeks heated red. He had never gotten turned on at the dentist’s before. It was kind of embarrassing, only Phil was purposely doing this to him.
Phil removed his hand quickly, reaching over and grabbing the scraping tool from the instrument tray. “We should really clean your teeth first, though.”
“Phil!” Dan whined. “No.”
“I believe the computer said you were here for a dental cleaning, so I think that’s what we should do.”
Dan groaned in frustration. How was Phil going to get him hard like that and then just leave him? “That’s not fair,” dan complained.
“And neither is life. Lean back so I can start.” He pushed Dan back by the shoulder, opening his mouth and scraping away at his teeth. After a few scrapes, Dan began to thrust his hips into the air.
Phil clicked his tongue. “I didn’t know you were such a horny slut who liked pain.” Scrape. “Maybe I should do this for a while.” Scrape. “Keep scraping until your gums bleed. And then I’ll tell you that you need to floss.” Scrape.
Any other time, Dan would have laughed at his stupid dental joke. But he was hot and uncomfortable. His jeans were tight and his cock was positively throbbing. He wouldn’t be surprised if the front of his boxers were soaked in precum already.
Dan could visibly see the hardon in Phil’s scrubs, but decided that he shouldn’t comment on it. Phil was a dom, that much was clear, but he seemed like a rough dom, and Dan wasn’t in the mood to get rough. Not in such a public space. He would be far too loud and get them caught.
“There,” Phil said, giving Dan’s tooth one, final scrape. “Now I can rinse.”
“Phil!” Dan groaned, shifting his hips. “Please. It hurts.”
“I thought you liked the pain, baby? All that scraping seemed to get you wound up.”
Dan growled low in his throat, which prompted Phil to grab him by the jaw, and force Dan to look at him. “What was that?”
“That’s what I thought.” Phil let go of Dan’s jaw, lowering his hand until it found Dan’s clothed, right nipple. He flicked over it, once, twice.
“Y-You’re going to make me c-cum if you don’t s-stop,” Dan stuttered out.
Phil chuckled. “I am trying to cleanse your body, after all. Unloading into your pants would definitely do the trick.”
Dan frowned. “I’m not trying to cum in my pants, Phil. I can’t walk out of here like that.”
“You’re right,” Phil said, pausing to look at the throbbing cock in Dan’s pants. He could see it move through the fabric, which caused his own cock to throb as well. He was going to need to relieve himself soon. “I think I know just the trick. Roll over and scoot down a bit.” Phil stood at the end of the chair, waiting for Dan to comply.
Dan did was he was told, curious to see what Phil was going to do. He was careful to not let his cock touch the table, fearing that the friction might set him off. Either that, or he would hump against it like a horny teenager, which definitely wouldn’t boost his confidence in front of Phil right now.
Once Dan had scooted down far enough, Phil’s fingers dug beneath the waistband of Dan’s pants, and he yanked them down, along with his boxers, in one, swift motion. The fabric rubbed right against his cockhead, making him moan outright.
“Careful, baby,” Phil said. “Or people might think the moans in here aren’t related to dental pain.”
“I don’t care! Please, Phil, just touch me!”
Phil gripped Dan’s cock then, and squeezed it once, making Dan’s eyes roll to the back of his head from the pleasure. He gave it long, smooth strokes, deciding that he was going to milk Dan, making him cum right down the end of the chair.
He let one gloved finger circle his rim, but never entering. Dan was thrusting into Phil’s hand, moaning into his arm to keep quiet. As he milked him slowly, Phil pushed down his own scrubs, letting them pool around his ankles. His hard, aching cock sprung out, aimed directly at Dan’s clenching hole.
“Wanna fuck you,” Phil said. “Just the tip. I don’t want to give you all the sweet things just yet.”
Dan groaned. From pain and pleasure. It was bliss. “No stretching then. want the pain,” Dan panted.
Phil smiled. “Sure, baby.” He lined up his tip with Dan’s hole, pushing it in slowly. He went until the whole head was caught on his rim, and he very slowly thrust in and out.
Dan tried to hump back into Phil’s cock, but Phil held him still with his free hand. “Want to be inside you all the way. So tight,” Phil groaned.
“So close!” Dan moaned, losing himself on the feeling of Phil’s gloved hand milking his cock, and the tip of Phil’s cockhead stuffed inside his tight hole. “Gonna … cum!”
Shortly after, Dan came down the end of the chair, cum pooling on the hard floor. Phil milked his cock slowly but surely, still stroking long after his orgasm had finished.
Phil pulled his cock from Dan’s hole, feeling himself getting ready to cum. “So good. So good for me, Dan. Here.” He helped Dan turn around so his head was off the chair, right in front of Phil’s dripping cock. “Such a good boy for me. Here’s your reward.” He thrust forward, sliding his cock between Dan’s plump lips.
Dan sucked on the tip of Phil’s cock, tonguing the slit. It didn’t take long for Phil to shoot his load down Dan’s throat, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth. Dan popped off, panting, not paying attention to the cum dripping down his chin.
Phil grabbed the bib from Dan’s neck and wiped it off, letting it fall back against his shirt. “Maybe that was a bad porno,” Phil said, laughing slightly.
Dan rolled his eyes. “It felt great. Although, maybe less dental talk next time?”
They both laughed as Phil agreed. “Let me clean your teeth, though. Don’t want you walking out of here with a broken record. And you smell like sex and cum.”
“Alright.” Dan sat back upright in the chair, watching Phil change his gloves and Dan’s bib. He used the dirty bib to wipe the cum off the floor, and tossed it in the bin with the gloves. “Let’s do this at my place next time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Phil agreed. “Definitely.” He cleaned Dan’s teeth quickly and efficiently, having to make sure Dan stayed awake for it. Apparently, sex took a lot out of him. He would keep that in mind for next time, when he took care of him after a scene.
