Phinks liked to think he was a good boyfriend to you. Of course, he had some room for improvement...like he could stop randomly smacking your ass in front of everyone and practically begging you for any bit of physical intimacy everyday, even when you were on your period. He always said "a true knight isn't scared to get his sword bloody", obviously talking about his dick. But he just couldn't help himself around you..! He loved you, and he wasn't a super mushy guy- so he showed you he loved you the only way he really knew how and was comfortable doing. Which was, of course, being physical...and beating up any guys you didn't like.

Phinks still wanted to be better for you, he knew you deserved it. So when Valentine's day rolled around, Phinks tried his best to make the day special for you. He got you a bunch of chocolates, flowers, jewelry, and he even tried making you dinner (which didn't turn out very well, but it's the thought that counts!). But of course...he reverted back to what he knew best at the end of the night, and he tried getting physically intimate.

He tried easing you into it by giving you a massage, dipping his hands a little too low occasionally (which earned him a smack from you). He kept flirting, kept giving you kisses...he was doing so good! But he was getting increasingly desperate the longer you didn't let him have sex with you. "Pleaseeeee! Come on, it's Valentine's day! The day of love! I wanna make love to you- it's like one of the rules of today!" Phinks practically whined, trying to position himself between your legs, even while you pushed him away. "Come on- it'll feel really good, I promise." He sighs, pausing for a moment to think before he quickly tries to spread your legs apart forcefully.