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pod95 · 3 years

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Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC (Ciara)

Word Count: 1871

Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.

Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?

So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊

6. Distractions

Three weeks passed before I knew it, and true to his word, Fergal had barely spoken to me since the night we went to dinner. He'd smiled and said hello in the corridors, but other than that we were perfect strangers to one another.

It was probably for the best really as I hadn't been with anyone for a while and still couldn't get the thoughts of that night out of my head; his body pushed against mine, the feeling of his warm breath tickling my lips.

I arrived at the Performance Center feeling incredibly nervous. My first match wasn't until next week but even still, I was terrified of screwing up on my first show. I changed into my new ring gear and started my warm up, when there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Paul was smiling warmly at the sight of me ready to make my debut.

"Hi! I just wanted to say good luck for tonight. How are you feeling?"

"Not gonna lie, I'm kind of terrified," I giggled nervously, "but I can't wait."

"You're gonna be great! Fergal tells me you've been working really hard so I have every faith in you."

I was half tempted to tell him that I've barely spoken to or even seen Fergal for weeks but resisted the urge. I didn't want it to seem like I cared.

"Anyway, knock 'em dead! Oh, and have fun of course!" he waved goodbye and I finished my stretches.

After my warmup, I decided to walk off my nerves. I was going at a fairly brisk pace and not really paying attention to my surroundings, so it was no wonder that as I rounded a corner a little too quickly, I walked head first into somebody, nearly knocking me off my feet.

"Shit, are you OK?" came a familiar Irish accent.

"Umm yeah, sorry, that was my fault"

"Any particular reason you're power walking through the corridors?" Fergal asked, slightly concerned but also clearly holding back a laugh.

"Just trying to walk off the nerves. Sorry again, I didn't mean to tackle you.. "

"Oh, I'd like to see you try!" he taunted, grinning playfully, "Listen, I'm glad you bumped into me actually. I wanted to wish you good luck for tonight. I know you're nervous but, once you get out there the adrenaline will kick in so just enjoy it."

With the warm tone he was using now, it was hard to believe that he'd spent the last few weeks either ignoring or avoiding me.

"Thanks Fergal, I just hope people react. Even if it's badly."

"You'll be fine," he put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I've gotta go, but we'll talk later OK?"

I nodded, hoping he meant that and wasn't just saying it to make me feel better. He turned and walked off down the corridor before stopping, seemingly remembering something.

"Oh, Ciara! The ring gear looks great by the way. You're like a... sexy assassin," he chuckled and licked his lower lip, looking me up and down for a few seconds too long before peeling his eyes away and turning back around, continuing on up the corridor.

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Raquelle and Dakota were headed to the ring to cut their promo. The chorus of boos was overwhelming, and I was relieved that the crowd seemed particularly rowdy tonight.

"You know, since Raquelle and I have been teaming up, we have been unstoppable here in NXT. We've beaten every tag team here! And what do we have to show for it? Nothing. No title matches. No Takeover main events. Nothing!" Dakota paused to measure the crowds reaction. "Meanwhile, the women's tag team champions, Shayna and Nia are hiding over on Raw because they KNOW if they stepped to us, they would lose those titles. And all Teegan Nox needs to do is bat her eyelashes at William Regal and she gets a title opportunity against Io Shirai the same night. And even then, she blew it. We have shown time and time again that we are better than her, and we are sick and tired of being overlooked!"

That was Tegan's cue. Her music hit and she headed out to the stage, mic in hand.

"Woah, Woah, Dakota. Let me get one thing straight. The ONLY reason I lost that match is because she-hulk over there attacked me from behind," she gestured to Raquelle, infuriating her. "And as far as you beating every tag time in NXT goes well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's just not true. Because you haven't beaten me."

"Tegan, sweetie, as happy as I would be to beat you down... Again. As much as I would LOVE to put you on the shelf... AGAIN. You don't have a tag team partner," Dakota interrupted, smirking and giggling with Raquelle.

Tegan beamed upon hearing this as I prepared to make my entrance.

"You know, I was hoping you would say that. Because you're about to meet her," Tegan stepped aside as my music (See media 2 above) hit and I stepped out onto the stage. We began slowly walking down the ramp before breaking into a run and diving into the ring in perfect synchronisation.

The combination of my nerves plus the raucous crowd only fuelled my adrenaline as we started wailing on the duo. After knocking Dakota down to her knees, Tegan hit the shiniest wizard, but as she turned around she ran straight into Raquelle's Tequila Shot. She smiled menacingly at Tegan on the floor. Now was my chance to do my finisher.

Diving at her, she caught me and lifted me onto her shoulders to power bomb me, and I reversed it into my Natural 20, just like Fergal had shown me.

The thought of Fergal once again took me back to that night as I imagined how his lips would taste. But my daydreaming distracted me and I dived over too enthusiastically, leaving me with little time to ready my legs for the impact. As I landed, I felt a painful twinge in my knee, and knew I'd messed up.

It didn't seem as if anyone else had noticed my mistake, and I wanted to keep it that way until I got backstage. I stood up, helping Tegan to her feet and celebrated in the ring for a while before heading back up the ramp and into the back.

When I was safely out of sight, I let the facade drop and Paul sent me immediately to medical. After examining my knee, it seemed that I'd gotten lucky this time, and all it needed was a few days rest. I felt the weight of my shoulders dropping, relieved. I'd been terrified that my WWE career was almost over before it began, but I had to be more careful in the future.

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After checking in with Paul I went home to rest my leg. I had just put some ice on it when there was a loud knocking on the door and behind it was Fergal, pale and panicked.

"Are you OK? Is it injured? What happened?" he fired questions at me, frantically, storming past me and into my apartment.

"Woah Fergal. Calm down. I'm fine. I just need rest," I assured him.

Fergal breathed a sigh of relief before taking a seat on the sofa and speaking, more calmly this time.

"What happened? I've seen you do that move a hundred times and you've never messed it up."

I felt confused. He's been avoiding me for weeks. There's no way he could have seen me practicing my finisher. Unless...

"You've been watching me practice?" I snapped bitterly.

"Yeah, I was worried about you," he mumbled, taken aback slightly.

"You've been avoiding me! You've barely said two words to me in weeks and now you're worried about me!?"

"Ciara... I'm sorry OK? I shouldn't have just blanked you like that. It was selfish of me," he was avoiding eye contact and genuinely seemed remorseful. "Look... I'm not good at resisting temptation. If I want something, someone, I won't stop until I get it. I just figured it would be easier on you if I distanced myself-"

"See that's the whole problem, Fergal," I interrupted. "You approached me, you asked me out, you came on to me. And then, when you were just about to kiss me, you backed out. You were my only friend here, and you just abandoned me and now you're saying you were doing me a favour. You barely even know me! What makes you think you know what's best for me?"

"I just thought-"

"You just thought that I was some naive, innocent girl, and that if I got involved with you I'd fall in love and get my heart broken." A mixture of pain and adrenaline gave me the confidence to vent all of my frustrations from the past few weeks.

Fergal was staring attentively into my eyes, placating me somewhat. I took a breath and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Fergal, I made my intentions clear before, my career is my priority. I'm much stronger than I look. I have no intention of falling in love with you, and I certainly don't need you protecting me."

"I'll keep that in mind," Fergal promised, now smiling sheepishly. "So why did you botch that move?"

"Umm, no reason. I just got distracted," I insisted, but my reddening cheeks gave me away.

"Ciara..." he snickered knowingly, "what were you thinking about? Be honest."

I collapsed next to him, trying to think of a lie he wouldn't see through, before giving up and accepting my fate.

"I was just... Thinking about that night..." I hesitated, not daring to look him in the eyes. "About... What would have happened if you had stayed..."

Fergal was obviously expecting my answer, but he still couldn't help grinning like a Cheshire cat upon hearing me actually admit it out loud. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he could.

"But it's not a big deal OK? Don't get the wrong idea. It's just... Been a while. That's all..." I urged, staring into my lap and ignoring the genuine, unabashed giggles coming from the man next to me. "it won't happen again..."

He managed to collect himself before standing up and crouching in front of me. The mood in the room shifted as he cupped my cheek, and my eyes met his.

"I know. I'll make sure of it mo ghrá."

"Wh.. What do you mean?" my breath hitched as I waited for his answer

"It's simple. You have needs, and I'm going to satisfy them. I'm gonna sleep with you," he smirked, his eyes laser focused on mine, like a hungry wolf hunting it's prey. "Any questions?"

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A/N - mo ghrá = my love

Ooft we getting spicy now! Word of warning, the next chapter will be NSFW so if you aren't into that, you may want to skip it. I'll try and fill in any blanks in the chapter after so that no one misses out on the plot. It's gonna be my first time writing smut so bare with me 😂 hope you enjoyed it!

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nicolewoo · 5 years

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KNEEL Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader

Summary: Finn comes home pissed and needs to release some energy.

Warnings: Sexual Content Language NSFW, slight BDSM (18+ only peeps) Do not interact if you’re under 18!

I heard my text tone and looked over to see a text from Fergal. “Kneel. 10 Minutes.” My heart jumped immediately, and I had trouble breathing.

I knew exactly what he meant. Fergal would be back to the hotel in 10 minutes. I rushed to the bedroom, showered as fast as humanly possible and knelt at the end of the bed. I heard the door just as I assumed the position.

Fergal was banging around the room. Throwing papers on the table, dropping his bag in the entry, stomping the whole way. He was pissed. Something had happened at the arena, and it seemed he needed to take out his aggression.

I’d only seen Fergal pissed once, and I can assure you, you never want to see it. He was the sweetest, kindest, most laid back man, but if you pushed him too far, he snapped. His Irish temper could only handle so much. I knew this was one of these times.

I panicked for a second. Had I pissed him off? My brain frantically searched my memory for anything I could have done to anger him. Nothing came to mind, plus I hadn’t spent more than 15 minutes with him this morning, and he was happy when he left. I was suddenly relieved.

So, that just left my extremely irate boyfriend coming back to the hotel, and he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead he wanted to take it out on me. Take it out on me? Or maybe just relieve stress with me?

Fergal stopped and stood by the door looking at me. I could see from my peripheral vision that he was un-buttoning the cuffs of his button down shirt. I waited. He un-buttoned the front buttons and removed his shirt. I wanted to look at him so badly, to see those ab muscles. They must be bulging with his anger. The thought sent a jolt to my core.

As he hung his shirt in the closet, he gruffed out, “On the bed on your hands and knees.” His tone was curt but controlled which verified that he wasn’t angry with me. Ok. I mentally breathed a sigh of relief as I took my place on the bed.

He walked up beside the bed and stood for a moment. I’d forgotten he’d worn blue jeans today. Fergal in jeans was quite simply the sexiest thing alive…. add to that the fact that he was shirt-less, angry at someone else and ready to relieve his tensions with me, and I was almost panting already.

His palm laid firmly between my shoulder blades pressing me downward. “Face to the comforter.” He said again, more gently than I expected. I did as he asked and I waited as he dug through his suitcase.

A sharp sting across my ass jolted me. I don’t know what he used to spank me, but it was…… It hurt but just enough. It was wonderful.

Slap, the object stung my ass again. “Two” he said. Slap. Whatever this was, I had a feeling it would hurt later. Slap. “Three”.

Fergal pushed up against my back and leaned over me. “Does that feel good?” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“Yes, my king.” I replied meekly. I was rewarded when his penis throbbed so hard I felt it through his jeans.

He wrapped his left arm across my throat and pulled me upright. He was pulling at my throat hard enough to scare me momentarily until I realized I could still breathe.

“‘Cause you’re my fuckin’ slut. Aren’t ya?” He hissed in my ear before biting the shell of it.

“Yes, my king.”

“MY slut. MINE alone.” Suddenly the sting hit my left nipple and I looked down to find Fergal had a riding crop in his right hand. “Does t'at feel good, my little slut?”

I was practically moaning, “Yes, my king.” He rewarded me with another slap to my nipple.

“Such a dirty slut. You earned more spankin’.” He released my throat and pushed me down again.

Slap. “Four.” Each slap heightened my senses more and turned me on more. I thought I might explode right there. “Five, six, seven”….. He moved further to the side of the bed. “Eight” hit right on my wet slit. I thought with how sensitive my ass was getting that nothing could feel better but the sting of the crop on my slit brought a whole new sensation. One that overtook me, and I moaned.

“NO NOISE!” He hissed at me. Slap on my clit twice more.

I heard him un-zip and remove his pants from behind me. “Do ya like my new toy?” He asked.

“Yes, my king.” I mewled.

In one movement, he slid behind me, wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me up again. “And how wet is my slut?” His hand began to slip down my body. My body craved some friction, but he stopped just as his finger touched my clit. His hand froze. “I can feel how wet ya already are, and I’m not even to yur slit yet. Your king has ya t'at turned on already?”

He began moving his finger slowly over my clit. Once across, twice across. My head fell against his shoulder…. His finger stopped again. “Don’t cum.” he whispered.

Oh fuck. I can’t cum? How am I going to stop myself.

My body bucked into his hand. “DON’ MOVE!” he snarled. He pulled my throat tighter and restarted the slow torture over my clit. “Don’ ya dare cum little lass,” he repeated as he picked up the pace of his strokes. “Daddy’s little slut has to hold out.”

I honestly don’t know how I didn’t cum. Was my desire to please him that strong? He stopped after another minute. “What if I brought more toys? Would my little slut like t'at?”

FUCK! My core clenched looking for relief, “Yes, my king.”

“You can’t eva get ‘nough? Can you? The king’s little slut always ready for fun.”

Without warning, something slid in my pussy. “Look how wet ya already were fur me.” He taunted. Then the object vibrated. “Don’ cum. Don’ even think ‘bout it. Just stay perfectly still, stay silent and don’t cum”

He made the toy vibrate faster. “If ya can hold out, I’ll give ya a special treat.” He teased.

OH FUCK! Yes. Yes. I can hold out. He spent a few minutes on each of the vibrator’s settings. Turn it up, remind me not to cum or move and then hold it there. 9 settings later, and I was almost out of my mind. I was panting, sweating, and a tear escaped my eye.

“Dat is one good lass.” He turned the toy off and nuzzled into my neck. “I’m very proud of ya.” He lightly bit into my neck. “Ya made me very happy.” He licked my earlobe.

“Lay on yur back.” He whispered. Fergal released my neck, but lowered his hand to my collar bone. It was then I realized that he’d been holding me up. I didn’t have control of my body anymore. His hands on my sides guided me down to the bed. He leaned over for a quick soft kiss then pulled back and looked deep into my eyes for a second. His face transformed into a wicked smirk as his tongue flipped out and ran across his lips sensually. He jerked away from me and slid his face between my legs.

SHIT! If he’s going to eat me, I really won’t be able to stop myself from cumming. His tongue flicked across my bead for a couple of minutes before he raised his head and slid two fingers into me. “Cum for me my queen.”

He sucked my clit and massaged my g-spot at the same time, and I exploded.

Relief came roaring through my body like white hot lava. My ears rang. My body completely collapsed, and I heard him chuckle.

“Better now, my little slut?” I honestly couldn’t answer. I know some noise came out of my throat, but it wasn’t under my control.

He stayed between my legs, licking, sucking, fucking me with his fingers and the toy. I was complete putty in his hands.

He allowed me 3 more orgasms before he stopped. “You’ve done so well, my queen.” He slid up my body taking my right nipple in his mouth. He tightly squeezed my left nipple to the point of pain, and slid his dick into me as I yelped.

Whatever had angered him was gone and he was completely enjoying himself now as he rammed into me over and over, a smirk on his face. My orgasms had merged to become one. My whole body was warm and tingly. I felt his body tense just before he came.

Like this? I suggest reading First Time

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rarestbitxh · 5 years

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Demon Balor can rearrange my guts

#wwe #monday night raw #finn balor #demon balor #finn balor smut #finn balor imagine #fergal devitt #wwe intercontinental championship #wwe ppv #wwe wrestlemania #wrestlemania

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florenceivy · 6 years

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John Cenas dream is to go to wrestlemania like he has done that every year since his debut in 2002. Finn Balor is now just another victim of the “ John Cena threw a fit cause he’s not the number one fan favourite anymore”

#FINN BALOR DESERVES BETTER

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mascaracoffee · 5 years

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The First ~Finn Balor Smut~

Smut

Finn Balor X unnamed OFC

Word Count: 1684

Oh God.. oh God, oh God, oh God!

Those were the only two words my fogged mind could muster as his lips suckled along my flesh, leaving wet trails in the wake of his plump mouth, his strong hands holding my hips still as he ground his crotch into my core, an impressive bulge pressing into my belly from the front of his dark wash jeans. Air escaped my lips in choking gasps as my body shook with excitement, my skin on fire, tingling with apprehension and desire.

“Ya’ve gone quiet on me, luv.” His heavily accented voice bounced off my skin “Are ya not ‘njoying yaself?”

Speaking seemed too advanced a task for my mental state at the moment, too challenging when his lips were assaulting my skin, there wasn’t even room for air between us as suddenly the Irishman’s arm slipped beneath my knees and hoisted me upward, a smirk pulling on his lips at my surprised squeak.

“I can tell ya enjoying ya’self. Ya body is so sensitive, so responsive.”

My chest heaved, trying to regain a sense of control over my erratic heart rate and breathing. I clenched my thighs subconsciously as his voice growled down at me. Finn’s icy blue eyes searched my face; perhaps looking for a sign of fear or rejection, when he saw none he craned his neck lowering his head closer to mine nudging my nose slightly with his before I met him the rest of the way. Our lips moved together, Finn capturing my bottom lip between his teeth teasingly.

Finn gently lowered me on the bed, resting my head amongst a soft pillow. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the scene before as the Irishman stepped back, the tip of his pink tongue slipping between his pink lips to run along his lip. He shouldered out of his leather jacket, throwing it over a chair to his right before pawing his t-shirt off, it being tossed across his jacket. As he slipped off his Vanns, I took the opportunity to scan his body. Mass expanses of taut muscle ripped beneath ivory skin, veins bulging along his arms.

Leaving his jeans in place, Finn gently straddled my frame, being sure to collect his weight on his knees, bracing himself on his forearm beside my head; his free hand gently cupped my cheek his thumb swiping affectionately along my cheek as he brought out lips together once more. A little more accustomed to the fire coursing through my body, I managed to react, gliding my hand over his shoulder into his hair as the other admired the marble muscle of his abdomen.

A deep, primal growl vibrated through Finn’s chest as I gently pulled at his chocolate strands. A twinge of pride blossomed in my chest that I had produced that reaction from him. The thought alone sent a burning blush across my cheeks, he was here with me, and he was touching me, kissing me!

“Are you sure ya want this with me darling?” the question was husky in my ear as he pushed my hair away exposing my neck. I knew what his question referred to. In my 25 years of life, I had yet to find any man to hold my interest long enough to even consider the possibility of sex, until I met Finn. Despite our age difference, Finn and I connected began dating. For the first time, I felt comfortable sharing my secret with a man. He was shocked at first, but then a sense of pride overcame him when I explained that I would like him to be my first, Finn seemed almost honored.

“I’m sure” I gasped as he sucked along my collarbone my hand flying to hold his head to hold it in place to continue the sweet sensation “God, I love you, Finn.”

Finn gently rolled off of me, offering a sweet smile. “I love you darlin’. So much.” He gently kissed along my neck “I’m gonna take my time wit ya, make ya as happy as you make me.”

He covered my smile with another kiss, one hand gently working its way down to my jeans. As Finn unsnapped the button, my body seemed to freeze anxiously. Finn noticed and softly used his fingertips to stroke the skin of my stomach softly. As my body began to relax my mind became worried.

‘What if I didn’t react the way I should? The way Finn expected? I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. What if it didn’t feel good or what if I didn’t feel anything?! What if I had to fake an orgasm? How do you fake an orgasm? Maybe I should stop him. Yes, I should stop him and tell him I don’t feel well. Tell him we can pick back up tomorrow, that should give me enough to do some research maybe watch some porn and-’

“Holy fuck!”

The loud cry startled both me and Finn as my body arched off the bed, toes curling as my fingers gripped on the bedsheets beneath me. My body was buzzing almost as if I had touched an electric fence but instead of a shock of pain, my body was pulsating with pleasurable needle pricks. Finn’s fingers stilled at my clit, as his other hand covered my mouth.

“Shh” Finn chuckled as he observed my body’s reaction; my clenched thighs, stiff frame, goose-bumped flesh. “Feel good?”

I could only nod; Finn chuckled pressing his lips to my forehead before he began to work his fingers. We both cursed simultaneously as he slipped a finger inside, his thumb swiping across my clit causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“So tight.” He groaned out, reaching for the neck of my shirt he tugged it down pulling my breast from my bra. I mewled in pleasure as he pumped and swirled the digit inside while sucking feverishly on my nipple. Finn set a steady pace and soon I relaxed into the pleasurable feeling, falling back into the pillow a moaning mess. I felt Finn release my nipple with a pop, through hooded eyes I could see him smirking up at me. Pressing our lips together I moaned as his tongue swiped between my lips, exploring. Finn swallowed down the screech that left my mouth as he unexpectedly introduced a second finger into my opening, my wetness helping coax the new member snugly into the hold.

I inhaled sharply through my nose at the searing stretch, as Finn peppered kisses along my neck.

“So good darlin’” he whispered “Such a good girl taking Daddy’s fingers .”

“Fuck” I whispered feeling a swirl of arousal and a flush of heat encase my body at his words.

“Oh God” I moaned arching my back as Finn quickened his pace. His thumb was rubbing deliberate circles across my clit, alternating between harsh and whisper light swirls as his palm ground into the sensitive bud upon entry. My feet planted on the bed, raising my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers desperate for more. A knot was forming in my lower abdomen pulling tighter and tighter, teetering on the edge of agonizing teasing and eye-rolling bliss.

“Good girl” he whispered huskily combing my hair back. “Breath baby, deep breaths.”

It was then I noticed my breathing was choppy and uneven. I closed my eyes and nodded, I inhaled deeply and released the breath feeling my body slightly relax with adequate oxygen flowing through my veins seemed to heighten the pleasure.

“Oh, Finn” I whined, “I can-I feel..”

“I know it, sweetheart, I know” he hummed pressing a kiss to the base of my throat, gently nibbling at the skin. “Just let go.”

The knot snapped, had been pulled to tight to withstand any more strain. With the snap of the knot, I cried out my body shivering and shaking from the explosion. Every sense was increased tenfold as my body withered in Finn’s arms.

“Wow”

I heaved, my chest erratically heaving with each breath I took as I swallowed hard to keep my heart from bursting from my throat, my legs still shivering.

“Enjoy yaself did ya?” Finn chuckled pressing a kiss into my hair.

I nodded. Turning on my side to face him, I captured his lips with mine in a gentle kiss, our lips maneuvering together sensually. My fingertips gently traced down his abdomen reaching for his waistband.

“Woah darlin’. Easy.” Finn stopped me, gently grabbing ahold of my wrists.

“I thought..”

“Love” Finn chuckled “You were chocking da hell out of two fingers.” He held up said two fingers, in Bullet Club like fashion before slipping them between his lips, a whimper falling from my lips at the sight. “We’ll ease into it,” he suggested sitting up straighter and feather softly, kissing my shoulder “See what your body likes and doesn’t. Explore our options. We’ll get there.”

“But what about you?” I nodded toward his bulge straining against his jeans.

He shrugged nonchalantly “not the first time. I’ll handle it.”

I smiled at his words watching as he excused himself to the bathroom. I relaxed into the pillows, feeling my eyes droop and limbs become heavy.

“Here luv, let me” Finn gently helped me rid the remainder of my clothes, pulling one of his shirts down in their place. As I laid back Finn gently spread my legs, placing one on his lap, the other behind him, bringing a warm washcloth to my core. I shuttered as the feeling my body still sensitive, he smirked at the reaction. Once cleaned up, Finn discarded the cloth, took a quick shower and turned off the lights. I curled into his warmth nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you Finn” I whispered, “most guys I know wouldn’t have been as patient or considerate.”

“My pleasure luv.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before tilting my chin to reach my lips.

I smiled into the kiss, playing his earlier words over in my mind.

God, I can’t wait till our next lesson.

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pod95 · 3 years

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Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

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🍎 7 DEADLY SINS - PRIDE

Prompt: “We are rarely proud when we are alone” - Voltaire

Word count: Drabble

Pairing: Finn Bálor (Prince Devitt) x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult themed, exhibitionism (mirror), cussing, dom(male), rough sex, sub(female), tricophilia(hair kink - pulling)

Tag: @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: Ok, so this is going to be a drabble series based on the Capital Vices (most commonly known as the 7 deadly sins), each drabble will represent a scenario surrounded by one sin. I’ll be using their definitions as a mix between how Dante Alighieri categorized them + their original definitions (and my own twisted mind 😈). You can see the previous sins and pairings typing ‘7 deadly sins series’ on my search bar. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Pride - Is considered, on almost every list, the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins. Out of the seven, it is the most angelical or demonic. It is also thought to be the source of the other capital sins. Also known as ‘hubris’, or futility, it is identified as dangerously corrupt selfishness, the putting of one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of other people.

I could barely think as his consistent pounding became more and more vigorous. I only mumbled a few incoherent words, that could be heard above the skin to skin slapping sounds.

“What’s wrong my sweet toy?” He bites my cheek “Is it too much for you?” He increased his pace “I thought you like it rough” He laughed deviously from behind me

“Look at you” He says as he pulls my head back by my hair “How beautiful you look being used by your Prince” He smiled widely

I saw my reflection in the full length mirror: eyes semi closed in pure bliss, breasts bouncing, hair tangled and messy from all the pulling, smudged lipstick, hands gripping firmly to the wooden table, his ocean blue eyes meeting my gaze in the mirror.

“Can you see it? Can you see, who’s fucking you so well? What I can do to you? How I can turn you into a moaning, babbling mess around my cock? The power I have over you?” My head falls down and he grips my neck, making me look up to the mirror once more.

“No no no darling, you’re gonna keep watching me fucking you, taking what’s mine” He growled on my ear

“Finn, please” I whine

“Finn? I’m afraid he’s not here right now, love. Would you like to leave a message?” He mocks me “It’s just you and me, Y/N. The Prince and his faithful servant” He licks the nape of my neck

“Now, you shut your pretty little mouth and serve your only purpose in life darling...to please your Prince” He smirks

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