Phinks’ First Halloween Costume
Happy Halloween! Here is some Phinks smut as a treat to my fellow Phinks simps!
**NSFW 18+ ONLY**
Phinks groaned as he begrudgingly put on a dark brown belt over a pair of khaki pants. He looked in the mirror as he tightened his red tie, straightening it over a light blue dress shirt. "Why the hell do I have to wear this again?" He scoffed at his own reflection. I look like a total tool. What the hell is this woman thinking?! You laughed as you did your make up in the washroom. You raised your voice so your boyfriend could hear you through the closed door.  "Because we're going to a Halloween party, silly! You don't want to be the only one not in a costume. Trust me." Phinks looked at himself once again. "A Halloween party? Wait, why are you having me go as a schmuck?!"  A vein started to pop out of his forehead as his frustration grew.  He had been on a mission for over a month with no form of communication. There was no way for you to even consult possible Halloween costumes with him. You closed the case of your press powder. "A schmuck? Did you put on the whole costume?" Phinks rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he dug through the bag. "The hell?" He pulled out a stethoscope and a long white coat. I see... He raised an eyebrow, now wearing the full costume. "That's better. But why a doctor of all things?" A few months ago, Phinks had come home severely injured.  As much as you tried to convince him otherwise; he refused to go to the hospital.  You took 3 weeks off work so that you could look after him.  One night, while he was high off pain killers, he murmured something while you were carefully cuddled beside him. "Good thing you don't work in a hospital. You're way too hot to be a nurse. If I were a patient I'd try fuck you for sure." He laughed. "But I'd also kill any guy who even thought about it. Yupp, no doubt." Phinks was never the type to directly compliment someone, so him saying all that took you by surprise. It wasn't the sweetest way of saying things, but it was very him. Phinks gawked as he watched you come out of the washroom.  You were wearing a tight white dress with a red lined collar. You left the zipper unzipped far enough so the bottom of your breasts were exposed. The white fishnet stockings hugged your legs, paired with white high heeled boots. You giggled as you adjusted your hat, trying your best to make sure the red cross was straight. "Well, what do you th--" You screamed as you braced yourself against the wall, pushing yourself up enough to protect your face.
"Phinks!" All you could hear was his breathing growing increasingly heavy, and the jingle of his belt.  Your eyes widened as you felt his hand between your legs, ripping the middle of your tights apart. "No! We can't do it right no--" Phinks leaned over your back, pulling your face towards him as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. "Shut the fuck up. What did you think would happen if you wore something like that around me?" You moaned as your back arched, your body welcoming Phinks' warmness as it sucked him in. He stood up straight, placing either hand on your waist.  "Be a good girl and listen to your doctor. I promise this will do your body good."   He lifted one of your legs, deepening himself into you.  Your eyes began to roll back as his pace quickened. It had been so long since you had been together. He dug his nails into your body, the slapping of his waist against your back side echoing off your apartment walls. Phinks had just returned a few hours ago, and you hadn't had a chance to be "intimate" with each other yet. The mission was exhausting, not even allowing a moment for any "release".  "Phinks, I'm--I'm cumming!" Phinks moaned, all that was pent up in him now filling your insides as he pushed his body so it went as deep as possible. "Fuck." He caught his breath, lowering your leg back onto the floor. You adjusted your hat as you turned to face him, your legs feeling a lot weaker than earlier. "I'm just going to clean up, then we should--" Phinks shook his head as he straightened out his costume, seeming to be in a rush. "No time for that. Let's go."  He grabbed your wristlet from the couch. "You said we were going to walk there, right?"  He took your hand, leading you towards the door. You tried to stop him, closing your legs together. "Phinks, you just finished in me." He turned to face you, an overly proud grin on his face.  "I know. Let's go." You shook your head in a panic. "What?! What's wrong with you?! I need to clean up or else people will see..." He turned to face you, pulling you against him as he lifted your chin.  "I want them to see. And I'm going to make sure you don't leave my side the whole night, just so every bastard who checks you out knows who you belong to. Got it?" He kissed you gently before fixing your hat. "You look really fucking good, babe." You couldn't stop yourself from blushing. A compliment and a pet name all at once?! Maybe I should have worn this costume sooner... You held Phinks' hand as you walked towards the party, feeling more self conscious than usual. You walked by a group of young men dressed in a variety of costumes. They hollered as you walked by, obviously inebriated. "DAMN GIRL! Why don't you leave blondie and come hang out with us?" Phinks stopped abruptly, letting go of your hand. You panicked, knowing how violent Phinks could get... Oh shit.  He's going to kill them. He looked down at you, catching you off guard. What?! Why the hell is he smiling? He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You're really putting me through a lot dressing like that, you know? Just for that, I'm going to restrain every last limb of yours and tie you to every spot in the apartment as I fuck you."  You felt a shiver go down your spine, thinking about Phinks' body against yours. "Phinks..." He took a breath before pressing his face even closer to your ear. "My last mission was a real pain in the ass. I'm gonna fuck all my frustration out on you like therapy. Your pussy is the real doctor here." You felt your body temperature rise, and your legs weaken for a brief second before Phinks pulled you to start walking again.  The group of men began to talk amongst themselves, their voices slowly beginning to fade. Sounds of shock came from behind you as you kept yourself from gasping. Phinks knew exactly what he was doing, as you felt his warmth once again...dripping down your legs. He wrapped an arm around your waist and turned to look back at the men. A large grin on his face as he raised his middle finger with his free hand. It was settled. Halloween was officially his favorite holiday.
