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mamayan · 9 months

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Apologize

YANDERE PHINKS X READER NSFW

Warnings: Psychotic tendencies, violence, fractured ankle, choking, nsfw, afab reader, penetration, cursing, initial dub-con, overstimulation, implied kidnapping, initial forced relationship, Stockholm syndrome, oral (m! receiving) (reader receiving), overall not safe for the general public and absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18.

Synopsis: Phinks loves the progress you’ve made in your “relationship”. He’s just occasionally plagued with guilt in what it took to get where you are today, so to help relieve it, he’ll spoil you.

He jolted awake like someone had slapped him. His heart racing in his chest, Phinks clutched at the skin and flesh covering the offending organ, willing himself to calm down as he logically assesses the situation.

Like a fucking child, he’d had a nightmare.

Annoyance nibbled at the edges of his consciousness, but the deep sinking feeling in his gut was still prominent. His gaze landed to the left, where you slept, peaceful and ignorant to his plight. Curled up like a kitten for a nap, you were oblivious and so fucking adorable he finally felt himself calm down. He’d dreamed of your face, a familiar sight that used to haunt him in reality when he’d first taken you, drowning in tears. He hated it. Hated seeing you cry, to witness any distress. He was your protector, in his presence you should feel nothing but completely safe.

He also had to acknowledge that this was as flawed as it was fucked.

He was patient for months with you though. Careful and mindful of anything that may set you off, even though everything set you off. You’d cried for weeks on end, driving him nearly insane. Punishment did nothing to change your course of action, neither did reward, nor even threat to your family or friends. You just sobbed and begged to go home.

He didn’t mean to, and even to this day he’s riddled with guilt like now, when he dreams and remembers when you stopped crying. He made you stop, in a horrific and sick manner of straight forward violence.

He frowned, watching you twist in the sheets and mumble, your hand reaching out to his side of the bed where he’d normally be asleep and available for you to grab onto. His eyes traveled down your body, landing on your foot and ankle peeking out from under the comforter. The nen stitches Machi used left many scars littering such a small space. He’d called her in a panic, your silence for the first time making him want to vomit.

When he’d first snapped. Threatened to show you a real reason to cry, and while he’d had no intention of laying a finger on you that would hurt you, your lashing out had startled him. You’d fallen to the floor and backed yourself into a corner like a scared animal. Kicking and hissing at his attempt to grab and calm you, and when your foot finally landed a good hit on his jaw, it’d been instinctual.

He crushed your ankle.

It was the first time you’d been so silent after he’d taken you. The only noise for a while just the quick crushing of bone and snapping of tendon, and then your labored breathing. You’d gone into shock immediately of course, and he had to keep Machi on the line while she explained all the right steps to keep you from possibly dying before she got to the house.

How quiet you were for the months it took to heal, how compliant you where to all his help in just everyday living. He didn’t know how to apologize, not like a normal man would, he wasn’t normal. He felt the guilt weigh on him, because after that, you both never spoke of the incident. As if it never happened. It became just an unspoken rule, when he’d feel the guilt and remorse settle in, that he’d spoil you and give you whatever you wanted.

You seemed to take pity, or maybe you really forgave him. He wasn’t as delusional as he appeared, but hope still lingered in his chest. You’d asked him for a new dress. He’d happily stolen it for you, one just like you’d requested from a top designer.

It started small, and you weren’t generally a greedy a person. You’d request a newly released movie, a game, or a stuffed animal. Those pillows filled with some sort of cloud pudding with cute animal or food designs held you captive currently. It became a collectors game of sorts with you, the bigger and squishier the better by your opinion. He’d had to create netting to hang a hammock up in the corner of the room just to display your little treasures that couldn’t fit in the bed. It squeezed his heart every time he saw you sleeping curled around one.

When you’d finally consented to intimacy, leaned into his touches, lips, and hands, he spoiled you in new ways. His mouth on your sweet cunt one of them. He’d spend all day between your thighs if he could. Though, he was aware the overstimulation could become painful after a certain point for you, so he was cautious in keeping a good middle ground when his tongue lapped at your clit and fingers curled inside your gummy walls. Phinks was not an ignorant man in the bedroom, even before you, but he’d never really given a shit about any random hook up. Their orgasms were merely by products of him searching for his own.

You were different though. You were perfection, his heart personified, as cheesy at it all sounded. He’d never say that sort of sappy shit out loud, but he hoped his actions conveyed how damn precious you were to him… even when they didn’t. Even when all he wanted to do was push you face first into all the little cute pillows you love, and bury his leaking cock inside you. His love was rough sometimes, it was just part of him, so he hoped even when you begged and cried for him to slow down or give you a break, and his hips kept snapping against your ass, you knew he just couldn’t contain his love for you.

A soft groan brought his attention back up to your face. You looked mildly irritated in your sleep, and he wondered if you were having that same dream again. The one where you were working an endless shift as a fast food cashier and whoever was at your drive up window just kept making unintelligible orders that drove you wild. His lip twitched as the amusing memory of you retelling the dream and frustrations experienced. The blanket was entirely twisted around you but simultaneously not covering your body at all.

It wasn’t his fault his cock was now rock hard, looking at the t-shirt you wore to bed having completely ridden up to reveal only you in your underwear. Even the little scrap of fabric couldn’t hide your sweet cunt from his view, your legs parted and spread just the slightest bit for him to peek at. He wouldn’t be able to sleep till he tasted you, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken you between your thighs.

Careful not to make a lot of noise and wake you, Phinks gently slid your panties off. He brought the slightly damp fabric to his face, palming his cock through his boxers as he indulged in the scent you’d saturated the fabric in. A soft and barely audible groan left his lips as he discarded the garment in favor of the scent’s source. With soft kisses placed on your inner thighs, Phinks finally stuck his long tongue out to drag up from your core to your clit.

The first lick made you twitch, but thankfully you remained peacefully asleep. Phinks gave you second, loving the way your legs spread themselves a little wider for him. Your mind might not be fully aware, but your body certainly remembers him and the pleasure he brings it. Grinning, he finally stops his teasing and dives into your cunt with passion. He’s no longer worried about waking you, you’ll be pulled from slumber sooner or later anyway. He focuses on diving inside you, the tip of his tongue rubbing and stretching your tight pussy, his hips driving into the mattress as his cock begs to feel exactly what his tongue is experiencing. Little gasps and moans begin to join the wet squelching, Phinks finally feeling your first orgasm break as he sucks hard on your clit.

He doesn’t stop. Not as you shake and writhe beneath him, instead he focuses on keeping your thighs locked open so he can keep relishing in his favorite dessert.

“Oh fuck, Phinks!” Your hand in his hair and loud moans finally alert him to your conscious state. He was licking and sucking like he was starved. Your poor clit not shown any mercy as he began focusing all his efforts there, two fingers moving to prod and seek entrance inside you. Phinks loved how you wiggled and tugged at his fair for more. More of him, more of what only he could give you, more pleasure. He sunk two fingers in easily, finger pads curling and rubbing the little spongey spot inside that has your toe curling and mouth opening wide to scream his name as you come again.

“Phinks!” He chuckled against your twitching cunt. Your insides trying to grasp onto his digits while you squealed as he went right back at it, languidly drawing circles around your clit even as you shook and spasmed. “S’too much!” He loved how you pretended to be unable to take anymore, your sleepy whines and moans precious. Even as you tried to push his head away, feeling too sensitive for it all after just waking, he just kept at it. Knowing as long as he kept bullying that spot inside you with his fingers and his tongue lavishing your clit, you’d-

“N-no, ngh!” The quick copious amounts of liquid squirting out your cunt was what he lived for. Your shrill cry of pleasure and pain music to his ears.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, come all over my face. So fucking good, look at you.” He’s menacing as he comes up to lean over your limp panting body.

“You want this?” He asks, nodding down at his raging erection, smirking as he sees your eyes widened and tongue dart out to wet your lips.

“Y-yes please.” He groans, loving how sweet and compliant you were when he woke you up like this. Scooting up closer on his knees, Phinks still took the time to spit in his hand and pump his cock a few times before taping it against your soaked entrance. Gritting his teeth, Phinks let’s the fat mushroom tip slip inside, loving how quickly you arch your back for more. “Yeah? My cock that good?” He’s going slow and steady, but your next words have him nearly going feral.

“Nothing better than your cock Phinks! So good- oh!” He’s slamming all the way in before you’re even finished. Smashing his tip right up against your cervix before pulling out and repeating. He’s gripping your hips and fucking you savagely, all thoughts of control gone as he watches you claw at his chest and beg for more.

“So good! S-so good Phinks!” He laughs, amused and amazed all at once how lucky he is. His chest feels heavy inside but the pleasure of your tight wet heat clamping down on him makes it hard to not stay in the moment. He just wants to fuck you forever, never leave your sweet cunt, never leave you. His expression screwed up almost as if he’s in pain as he takes you at a brutal pace despite your sensitivity.

Phinks isn’t fucking you like this for any other reason than love.

He’s watching you every second of it, adoration clearly in your eyes and fueling his own for you. This is what he’d always wanted, for you to love him like this back. One hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in sharp contrast to his repeated movements to bury his cock as far in as he possibly can. “All mine, aren’t you?” You nearly don’t catch it, too caught up in the pleasure. A soft tap wakes you back up as you focus in on him despite how impossible he makes it. “Who do you belong to?” Phinks kindly asks again, smirking as your soft hands travel up his arms to grip him and ground yourself. His hips never faltering for even a moment as the room echoes the sounds of your cunt being so thoroughly used.

“Y-you!” He moans, feeling his spine tingle and balls draw tight.

“I belong t-to you Phinks!” He wishes it didn’t make him want to fall apart.

You’re being cradled and caged in his arms. His head burying in your neck as his knees scoot up and dip further into the mattress so your hips are raised.

“O-oh fuck Phinks!” He’s got you screaming now as he hits even deeper, his praises indecipherable as licks and sucks deep marks on your skin. He only groans as your cunt gushes again, this time around his cock as he pistons in and out of you. Focused only on your cries of pleasure and not squeezing you too tight and breaking you. His knuckles are white as he keeps them clenched beside your head.

“M’gonna fill you up” he’s close, his twitching cock signal enough but he always tells you when he’s going to come. Sweat dots his brow, a fine layer on your own skin as he heats your body up like a furnace. Your soft chest smashed against his firm muscular one, nipples rubbing just so as he drives himself wild inside you.

“Fuck fuck” he bites down softly by your collar bone as he comes. Hot spurts shooting deep as he stills and allows himself to come down while still wrapped around you.

“So good for me…” he’s sitting up a little to check on you, enamored once again at how lovely you are. So soft and perfect. So breakable.

Your sweet docile smile warming him.

He grins crookedly, kissing you with all the words he won’t say out loud.

Words like I’m sorry.

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