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his lips still held that malt taste, whiskey evident on his breath. he was not as inebriated as the amount of alcohol had led you to believe. he was no lightweight, that was for sure. still the taste, it was warm, slightly sweet with a hint of butterscotch behind it, mingled with the concoction of gin and vodka on your tongue. his hand feverish, tugging at the jacket barely present on your body, thrown into a heap of material at the foot of the bed without a care, and all without breaking the intoxicating kiss
his words mumbled incoherently against your lips, a mix of groans and subtle praise, compliments and such. he was a man of few words be that as it may, but he definitely knows how to put them to good use when he needs to. his body hovered over yours, he seemed so large in comparison, despite only a couple of feet in height difference give or take.
his hands slipped from your waist down to your hips momentarily, your skin practically melted into the warmth of his palm, succumbing to it almost, he travelled down further, hand now resting idly on your ass, squeezing the flesh subtly as he deepened the kiss.
“you looked so fucking good tonight, babygirl” his voice, a growl almost present through the rasp. “no wonder they could not keep their eyes off you”
he referenced a birthday party your neighbour had thrown for his wife that night, the blare of the music still being heard three houses down, still echoing into the early morning hours. he’d mentioned the black silk dress you’d been wearing. it was short, stopping high on your thigh, just below your ass, thin straps with a low, straight neckline, barely supporting your bust, much to jey’s amusement. he was always very liberal in your relationship, he allowed you to wear what you wanted, as you should. he had endless trust and faith in your relationship, he knew you’d wear the dress for his eyes, others that would stare only caught a glimpse of what he gets to witness daily.
you thanked him silently with a soft, angelic bat of your eyelashes, prying away from the kiss, mind still dizzy with a mixture of intoxication and arousal.
“i thought i caught her husband staring at me” you joked, in remembrance of your neighbour, the birthday girl’s husband making eyes at you at various times throughout the night, specifically at the way your breasts seemed to perfectly fill the bust of your dress. noticing a cocky smirk from across jey’s lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your height.
“don’t worry,” you remarked. “this is all for your eyes only”
you pulled back for a moment. letting the straps of your dress fall daintily off your shoulders, with a soft thud to the carpeted floor below. you’d gone completely bare underneath, not even so much as a pair of panties beneath the skin tight silk. a gulp rose in jey’s throat, quickly swallowing it down, parting his lips with his tongue followed by a shaky exhale.
“aren’t you a naughty little thing” he remarked with a cock of his eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly. his eyes scanned your figure, as if gazing upon the statue of a roman goddess for the first time, simply admiring the beauty and poise in your figure.
“on the bed, now. i need to taste you” the gaze in his eyes grew darker. the void black’s of his pupils had soon replaced the deep warm browns of his irises. of course you obliged, who were you to deny him the sweetness between your thighs? after all, you’d been craving the feeling of his tongue.
you laid back, allowing yourself to get comfortable on the mattress. eyeing him down for a moment, to simply gauge his reaction. he remained stoic, eyes still heavily fixated on your figure, gaze shifting up to meet yours every now and then in sporadic intervals, bulge evident in his jeans, you could tell he was impatient.
“of course, daddy” you remarked with a sultry tone, spreading your legs to gain him full access to your dripping cunt. he licked his lips, still remaining silent as he fell to his knees, positioning himself between your thighs, sweetness shimmering against your skin indicating your arousal.
he gave no further remark, simply diving in, devouring you as if you were his last meal. he was hungry, unhinged, clinging to your hips almost afraid you’d disappear if he let go. his tongue swirled heavenly circled into your clit, the bundle of nerves shuddering each time his tongue passed over it, holding it against the flat of the appendage as his lips wrapped around, sucking, biting, toying.
the feeling was euphoric, your body felt weightless, shuddering and jolting with every movement he gave. a hand fell into his hair, tugging the roots of the mess of dark curls, pushing his tongue harder against your cunt.
“you taste so fucking good for me baby” his words, muffled into your void, teeth baring and lightly biting down on your folds, tugging as he pulled away for a moment to observe your dripping, swollen pussy. you were breathless, barely even five minutes in, his tongue just had that effect on you, so powerful even when he’s not exerting its full potential.
“look at you, i’ve barely tasted you and you're already so mindless” he smirked, leaning down to plant a soft, short kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste the faintest sample of yourself.
“you ain’t got a thought in that pretty little head of yours. have you babygirl”
he knew you didn’t, it was evident by the blank, fucked-out expression you had. absentmindedly you reached outward for his cock, only for him to halt your movements, grabbing your wrist, both of them just to be sure, and restraining them at your sides.
“not so fast baby, daddy’s still gotta make you cum”
he repositioned himself between your thighs, licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt, twirling the tip of his tongue around your overstimulated clit.
“cum for daddy and then you’ll get my cock, do we have a deal?”
you nodded, it was the only thing you could do at the moment since all rational thought and words had evaded you. a sly smirk crossed his lips once more, leaning down, lips now parallel with your void, the phantoms of his whiskey clad breath lingered against your skin.
“good girl” he whispered before repeating the action he'd previously done. tongue still circled your clit, licking, sucking, biting. the whole nine yards.
“oh fuck…” you whimpered, having found your voice once more. your body more reactive to the movements of his tongue, hips snapping upwards in uneven intervals, eventually meeting the same rhythm as him. feeling arousal bubbling in your stomach, so close it almost felt impending, like the floodgates were going to implode at any second.
“you’re so close babygirl, i can feel it” he moaned into you, the rumble of his voice reverberating against your folds. “that’s it, you’re such a good girl. cum for me, you’re doing such a good job, baby”
with the added aid of his praise, you could not help but release. his tongue pressed into your void, gathering your wetness on the appendage, drinking you in, savouring your taste. you felt him moan into, such a sensation left you practically vibrating, shuddering away into yourself momentarily as he breath lightly fanned against your clit
he pulled himself up from between your thighs, a slight shake in his breath, his beard glossy, sweetness dripping from his lips as he licked them clean. your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, trying to regain yourself momentarily, he kept a hand on your thigh, in an effort to stabilise one of the shaking limbs, still overcome with arousal, his other hand reaching for the button and zipper of his jeans. jey, far too impatient to relieve himself of his clothing, merely opted to shove his jeans down until they rested mid-thigh, freeing his cock from beneath his boxers, holding it idly in his palm for you to marvel at.
you gulped thickly, admiring his length. he towered over you, a hand on your hip, the other teasing your slick folds with the tip of his cock, your mind still not getting over the stark difference in size between your bodies, his cock alone looks like it could split you in half.
“you want my cock that bad huh? such an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he teased upon noticing the way you practically drooled over him, how your hand instinctively reached out to his size to help guide him into you. he tsked in a mocking way, merely pressing his tip firmly against your overstimulated clit.
“daddy please!” you whined, angling your hips slightly, rocking them back and forth, grinding against his tip.
he chuckled at the sight, allowing you to continue your movements for the time being.
“since you were such a good girl for me, i guess i’ll let you have my cock”
without another word you felt him stretch you out, filling your void to the brim. you threw your head back, an exhilarated moan ripped through your throat as he bottomed out inside you, both hands positioned beside your head as he rested atop his forearms, your legs propped around his hips, making the movements of his hips short and rapid.
“shit, baby. i’ve already fucked you dumb” he muttered into your neck, peppering harsh kisses to the soft skin. your eyes rolled back, tongue parting through swollen lips, hanging out of your mouth, moans spilling from your throat. breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“such a dumb little girl, so needy for my cum aren’t you?”
you nodded mindlessly to his question, almost as if the response was automatic, like it had been programmed into you
“well you’re gonna get all of it. only the best for my baby”
his hips did not stop, fucking you with such relentless force you felt that you’d likely pass out. you could not hold out much longer, from the force of his movements to your own impending orgasm was far too much to handle
“fuck fuck daddy please! give me all your cum! please!-“
“that’s it babygirl. make a mess around daddy’s cock”
his grunts were feverishly muttered into your neck, your warmth spilling around his shaft, feeling the pulse of your cunt as you released around him.
he came inside you without warning, the heat radiating from his loins was enough to make you succumb to the pleasure, his seed dripping from between your thighs in warm strands of white, the feeling unmatched.
“damn baby, you always looked so fucking good full of my cum”
I have been off of this app for 2 years due to having children. I will be coming back soon with some new smut and fics! 😈
Btw haven't watched wrestling in a long time either, until I get caught up on some of the new wrestlers, please try to keep requests strictly for the following. • Roman Reigns • Triple H • Shane McMahon • Finn Balor • Seth Rollins Anyone else I will take into consideration but no promises until I catch up for the past 2 years. Thank you!
Summary: This is my birthday gift to @theworldofotps on this August 19th 2022. I just want to say thank you for being my wonderful friend and I want to wish you an amazing birthday and wish all the luck, love and happiness on this new year that begins today. Love you and happy birthday, love 🎂🎉😘
“He was fucking hitting on you!” Finn growled before slamming the door of his office behind him. You took a seat on top of his black desk before sighing “He was just being nice”.
It was your first time there. Finn was reluctant to take you at first, but after your relationship grew more serious and you learned to fully trust each other, he thought it would be a good time to take you to officially meet the ‘woman of his life’: Salome - the most reputable BDSM club in all North America. The club was so well known that it already had branches in Ireland, England and Scotland.
“Being nice my arse! I know that look on his face! That’s the look of a man who wants to get a taste of what’s mine and I don’t like that!”
“Finny, c’mon. You’re being a little dramatic there”
“Dramatic?! Are you serious right now?” He huffed. Bright blue eyes become dark with mixed feelings of anger, jealousy and frustration.
Truth be told, this was new. Generally in your relationship, you’re the one who got a little over the edge when someone flirted with him right in your face. And that generally led you to a whole night of wild sex filled with dirty talk and fun plays. A part of you felt guilty for liking to see him so frustrated, mainly because this never happened before - since he’s a pretty confident, and most times cocky, man - so now he would get a taste of what you go through on a daily basis, and the other part just found both amusing and exciting to see him so furious.
“What? Isn’t that what you say to me when I tell you some random girl was hitting on you?”
“But this is different!” He spat
“Why? Because you’re the one who’s now feeling insecure or because for once my ego is getting stroked instead of yours?”
“I don’t want you anywhere near him, do you understand me?” His chest was heavy due to his quick panting and Finn watched as you jumped down from his table to walk towards him.
“Don’t you trust me?” You copied the words he says every time he was the one getting flirted with.
“I trust you but he’s one slick bastard-”
“That I’m not interested in”
“But he is interested! I’ve been working with him long enough to know that look on his face” Finn spat and soon you found yourself chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” He frowned
“Nothing. It's just that….it’s so weird seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, like…so on the edge because of some random guy” You giggled before jumping off the table to walk towards him.
Finn’s cheeks stained with a light shade of pink “Well, I don’t like when other men hit on you”
“C’mon, other men don’t hit on me. Damian did”
“Wrong. Several men constantly flirt with you and I hate it”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance and he growled playfully “Don’t roll your eyes at me, you know what happens when you do that”
Your loins burned with desire and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as memories of you bent over his home office’s table flooded your mind. With a teasing smirk, you rolled your eyes again and soon felt the tingle of his burning slap on your ass cheek, beneath your checkered skirt.
“Do you really wanna play like that, princess?”
“Why not?” You challenged “Afraid you don’t have it in you anymore, daddy?”
“Cute” Finn chuckled before the smile died on his lips, leaving only a cold and sinister smirk plastered upon the flushed, pink flesh.
His calloused fingers found their way to the back of your neck, quickly squeezing the flesh between his fingers before pushing your torso down on his table. Your cheek rested against the coolness of the black wooden table, the warmth of his hand stood still on your nape as his free hand roamed around your backside.
“You think I don’t have what it takes to put you in your place, brat?” There was a hint of excitement and amusement on his voice that made you smile “I don’t know. You tell me, old man” You chuckled “Do you?”
“Old man?” He laughed, “That’s not what you say when I’m using that smart mouth as a cocksleeve though, is it?” Finn’s heavy hand met your soft skin, making your ass prickle underneath his palm “No” He smiled “If I remember correctly you beg like a bitch in heat for me to fuck you, to ruin your tight cunt and do with it as I please”.
Two loud, sharp slaps met your skin once more, making you wiggle on the table. Finn’s voice came closer to your ear as he spoke “What’s wrong, brat? Started something you can’t handle? Three little slaps and you’re already at the verge of begging me to stop?” With each word, Finn’s lips brushed against your ear shell and his warm breath made you shiver with need.
“N-no”
“N-no” He mocked “Look at you, trying so hard to sound convincing. Trying not to beg me to have mercy on you and just give you what you need” Finn rubbed his hard bulge against your ass, making you moan softly.
“My-my, would you look at that” He chuckled “It only takes a hard cock to make her break into a needy little slut”
“Please, daddy”
“Daddy? What happened to ‘old man’?” Finn laughed loudly before his hand dipped underneath your skirt to push your black lace panties to the side.
His forefinger slid through your folds, spreading your wetness from your entrance to your hidden, sensitive pearl. “Look how wet you are, brat. Tell me, what did this to you? Was it the three little slaps, the dirty talk, the hard cock or all of the above?”
Finn’s fingers dipped inside your void, filling you up in a way only he could do. A small, faint moan escaped your lips before you begged “Daddy, please” Your hand reached behind you to the zipper of his black jeans “Please give it to me”
He batted your hands away with a cackle as his grip on your neck loosened “Shut the fuck up”. You felt an emptiness inside you once Finn’s fingers left your core “Just shut your mouth, spread your legs and look pretty for daddy like a good fucktoy”.
Excitement filled your veins when you heard Finn unzipping his jeans. His hand cupped your ass before you felt him dragging his tip between your folds to lube it up. A soft “Please” escaped your lips and he chuckled “Quiet”.
The throbbing need was driving you insane, your nails sank into the wooden table, an attempt of grounding you and making you get some sort of control before Finn made you lose it completely.
His crown pushed through your walls, stretching them around his girth and he didn’t stop until he was buried deep in you. Low, faint moans left the both of you as he began to move “Good fucktoy” He praised “That’s how I like it: quiet and wet just for me” His growl made your walls clench around him.
The sound of skin slapping skin was deafening, sweat covered both of your bodies, soft pants and moans escaped you as he continued to work his way through your orgasm.
Your vision became blurred, your voice seemed to have disappeared and your body went limp beneath him on top of the table. You felt your walls furiously clenching around his cock, working their way through your high and at the same time trying to trigger his.
When Finn felt himself tiptoeing around his release, he took a step back and slid out of you with a chuckle “Oh no, no, no. Who said we’re done?” Two of his fingers replaced his cock inside you and you panted loudly as Finn finger fucked you at a frantic pace with a smile “No, we’re just getting started, brat. This ‘old man’ will put you back in your place”.
It’s been over a week. It still feels like it happened yesterday.
They said she went quickly. A blood clot found itself lodged somewhere in her heart. By the time they realized she was already brain dead - long gone before she got to the ER - they spent the majority of the night using chest compressions, medicines, and a defibrillator to keep her heart rate going. Her body was cooled down to prevent cell death.
Mom, my brother, and I spoke to her as she lay in state, sharing funny stories about her with the nurses looking after her. But in the end, it was Mom and I who stayed with her when they rewarmed her body, removed the machines that breathed for her, and when she drew her last breath.
It was peaceful, her face. Like she merely slept. I just wanted her to open those eyes, tell me if she needed anything, ask if I wanted to watch a movie with her, something…anything…
But hearing my mom’s cries and wails… knowing she had to let her firstborn go…
That’ll be with us for the rest of our lives.
She’s no longer spending her days in pain and trying to smile through it all. She’s free, and in that I’m grateful. But fuck, I miss her.
…I wanna remember her like this. Smiling and happy at our grandma’s birthday party earlier this year.
Notes: If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😘
The constant ringing of my phone was what woke me up. I grabbed the device off of the bedside table and stared at my dork husband’s face filling up the screen.
“Finn, it’s 3 am, where are you?” I groaned
“Hello, you sexy thing” He hiccuped and giggled “I can’t wait to see you, my cock is getting so hard just-“
“Woah, woah. Hold up, Casanova. I don’t need to know what you’re thinking about doing with it, ok?”
“Xavier?” I spoke loud enough for his best friend, who I assumed was with him, to hear
“Hey! Don’t steal my wife! Give her back to me!” I heard Finn whining
“Y/N” Xavier took the phone away from Finn “We’re in front of your house and this drunk Irish man forgot his keys, could please come downstairs and open the door?”
“Sure” I cackled
“I thought you were my friend! Give me back my woman NOW!” Was all I heard Finn say before I hung up
I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and made my way downstairs. When I opened the door I found Xavier softly laughing at Finn, who was still on the phone, apparently talking to me
“No, I love you more!” He giggled “Love, stop it! Xavier will hear you” Giggle again “Stooop, you’re turning me on” When his hand started fiddling with the button of his jeans, Xavier and I gasped
“Okay, we definitely don’t need the police paying you a visit!” Xavier chuckled and took the phone away from him, which made him incredibly angry
“What the fuck is your problem, fella?” He shoved Xavier away, well at least he tried to “I already told you to stop stealing my wife-“
“Finn” I called from behind him and he turned around instantly
“Hi” He smiled widely and walked towards me
“Was he a pain in your ass?” I looked at Xavier and chuckled
“Big time!” He laughed “Remind me to never plan a boys night out with him and Sheamus ever again?”
“I will” I smiled
“I missed you” Finn’s hands cupped my breasts and I slapped his hands away
“Finn, stop it!”
“Looks like you’ll have a handful to deal with tonight” He cackled
“Tell me about it” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance
“Are you really gonna do all those things you told me on the phone?” He smirked while circling his arms around my waist tightly
“Sure, Finn”
“Someone’s feeling naughty tonight” He tried to wiggle his eyebrows but only ended up with them raised, which caused me to laugh
“Whatever you say, babe” I shook my head with a smile on my face
“Are you gonna do that thing with your-“
“Enough!” I said, covering his mouth
“Thanks for bringing him home” I told Xavier while he handed me Finn’s phone
He chuckled “No problem, I’m glad to get rid of him” He joked
Finn was mumbling something about ‘railing me tonight’ while he hugged me tightly with his head on the crook of my neck
“I’m sure you are!” I told Xavier “Too bad I can’t say the same” I joked
“You’ll be ok?” He asked
“Yes, he’s harmless” I giggled “All bark and no bite, right handsome?” I asked Finn and he just agreed, having no idea what I just said “But thanks for worrying though”
We said our goodbyes and Xavier walked towards his car and left, I locked the door behind me with Finn still tightly glued to me.
“C’mon, you need a shower, drunk man” I walked towards our bathroom so he could shower
“Oh, you’re dying to see me naked, aren’t you?” He smirked while the shower water heated up
“Yes I am, I’ve never seen you naked before so this is pretty exciting” I joked and pulled his t-shirt off
“Oh, so you do have the hots for me then?” He smiled happily “That’s great because I’ve already lost count of the amount of times I jerked off thinking about you”
“That’s a confidence boost right there” I chuckled
“If I want to fuck you and you want to fuck me, would you let me take you out on a date then?” He asked as I placed him underneath the shower head
“If we want to fuck each other, we don’t need to go on a date, we just need to find a flat surface” I teased
He frowned at my comment “No, I don’t like the sound of that!” He huffed while I washed and conditioned his hair “Don’t tell you that I just told you this, but I’m in love with you” He whispered quite loudly “You’re not an easy fuck to me, no” He shook his head “I want to date you, marry you, live together...yeah! I wanna live together!” He stated while I washed his body
I shook my head while giggling “Finn, why do you think Xavier brought you to my house?” I asked while drying him off with the towel
He smiled mischievously, before answering “Because I bugged him to do it. I brainwashed him” He placed his index finger on his lips in a ‘shhh’ motion, which made me laugh hysterically and him frown
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious!” He pouted
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that you look so cute”
“You think I’m cute?” He smirked while I pulled him towards the bedroom “I think you’re cute too...and hot, you’re hot as fuck and- Wait” He said, when I placed him sitting down on the bed “Did you just call me baby?” He asked while I dressed him in his boxer briefs
“Finn, I’m gonna tell you a secret, but don’t tell anyone, ok?”
He stared at me with curiosity written all over his eyes
“We are married” I whispered
He gasped “Really?”
I nodded in response
“Does that mean I’ve been hitting that and getting some?” He asked in shock
I laughed loudly “Yes, you are. For three years now”
“Oh shit!” He giggled “So I can get some tonight if I want to, huh? Because you’re already mine” He smiled widely
“Can you get it up?” I challenged him
“Of course I can!” He said offended “Just give me a minute”
I cackled and turned off the lights. I took off my clothes and pulled a baggy shirt out of the wardrobe and laid down on the bed
Finn instantly rested his head on my chest and tossed his arm around my hip
“I love you, Y/N” Was the last thing he said before falling into a deep slumber
Warnings: You already know what’s up. My three favorite things: language, smut, and sacrilege. If you ain’t over 18+, you ain’t allowed. Also, safety and consent isn’t just sexy; it’s essential.
A/N: Hello hello! So this is a birthday gift for my dear @superrezzy00, one of the most amazing people I’ve come to know here on Tumblr. When I first wrote this character, she was one of my first readers. It’s been a couple years or so, and she’s becoming more awesome as a human being with each day, and there aren’t enough ways to say how grateful I am that she exists. Hope your special day was everything you could ever want. All the love, my dear!
Hope you like this one…
because there’s a second part to this, and another surprise this weekend for you. ;)
Y/N kept her eyes on his as she rolled her body against Mandys. They’d been playing their little game for weeks. A touch here, a glance there, never going further than some heated words. You could cut the tension between them with a knife, but neither had yet to make a move. Y/N dipped her eyes lower as she ground into Mandy the slightest bit. She liked this game. She could see in Finn’s eyes, how close he was to breaking. She fucking loved it.
Finn gripped his beer glass tighter as he watched her, a fire starting in his eyes. She was toying with him and that’s not something he tolerated. She’d learn though. Yet, he wanted to enjoy this a little longer.
She watched his eyes flare after her little move. She decided to see just how much it took to break him. Right fuckin there. She bit her lip and leaned her head back into Mandy’s shoulder as Mandy wrapped her arms around Y/N middle. Y/N guided Mandy’s hands just a little further up her body before rapidly steering them to face away from Finn.
Finn slammed his beer glass down on the table as he got up. It was time for him to teach that little minx just who she was messing with. He made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her middle, Mandy getting the hint to leave, as he pressed his erection into her ass.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” He chuckled darkly and nipped her earlobe as his hands cupped her breasts. “I’m not above taking you right here,”
“Like you fucking would, Balor” She smirked, grinding back into his hard on.
He chuckled as his hands slid down the soft material of her dress.
“You’re already wearing something so short, princess, and I can practically smell your arousal.”
Y/N blushed and bucked her hips back. She cursed herself for showing weakness. She quickly reached her hands back into his hair and tugged hard.
“You don’t scare me, B-Balor” She stuttered and bit her lip. She was weak with arousal and had to squeeze her thighs to keep her knees from buckling.
Finn smirks as he kisses her shoulder and groans.
“Oh, no? So I wouldn’t feel your panties soaking wet if I just,” He slid his hand under the seam of her dress. “Touched a little higher? And I didn’t just feel your legs quiver?”
He rolls his hips against her harder as his hand cups her pussy.
“Face it, you want me to fuck you right here. Just pull those pretty little panties to the side and give you the rough fuck you know you crave.:
Y/N but her lip as Finn touched her. Not daring to let her moans be heard, more from Finn than the club crowd.
“You know we can’t in this crowd, Finn. No matter how much I want it” She had given up trying to be tough, She didn’t think he’d actually do it, but if he dared, she would take it. He made her weak, but the reward of being a brat was almost worth keeping the act up. Almost.
Without thinking she spread her legs to Finn’s touch and quickly squeezed them around his hand.
Finn smirked against her skin as his thumb slowly rolled over her clit.
“You’ll have to be quiet, princess, but the prinxe is going to give you what we both know you need.”
She bit her lip and whimpered at his fingers motions. She nodded frantically and spread her legs again. Hopelessly giving into her need.
.
Finn’s eyes surveyed the crowd around them as his free hand moved to the fly of his trousers, unzipping them. He’ never done this before but the mere excitement of it was enough to make him harder than he’ ever been.
Once his cock was free he gave it a few strokes and moaned against her skin.
“You’ve got me rock solid, princess. Now lift the back of your dress for me.”
Y/N wiggled her dress up slowly. She placed her hands on his hips to steady herself.
“Please Prinxe,” she whimpered. “Need your cock” She was begging for him.
“You’ll get it little one.”
Finn places his hand on her back and bends her forward ever so slightly before sliding his cock into her slick pussy. He groans gently a his hands move back up to cup her breasts, hips rocking against hers.
“You feel that?” He growls out against her ear. “You were made to take my cock Y/N.”
She gasped as he filled her perfectly. Her walls squeezed around his fat cock. She rocked back into his cock, squeezing his hips to keep from buckling in pleasure.
He licked his lips as he angled his hips and thrust faster. His hand came to cover her mouth, keeping her quiet.
“God, you’re soaked, princess. I bet you have been since we got here haven’t you? Tell me, were you out here thinking about this? I bet the idea of someone seeing turns you on doesn’t it? One little touch of your clit and I bet I can have you gushing.”
She moaned under his hand. She nodded frantically and bucked her hips. She moved Finn’s hand to her throat, a silent plea to make her cum.
Finn’s cock jerked inside her as he squeezed her throat just enough for the pressure to be there.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum like the good little slut I know you are then drop to your knees for me.”
She gave in to her orgasm and her climax weakened her knees. She dropped to her knees in front of Finn, not caring who saw. She hoped they did.
He wasted no time as he slid into her mouth, hand knotting in her hair as he gave a few sloppy thrusts. He bit into his lip as rope after rope of cum exploded from his cock and down her throat, panting as she swallowed every last drop.
He helped her to her feet after and smiled as his thumb ran across the side of her mouth.
“Let’s go princess. We aren’t done yet.”
Grabbing her hand he led her from the club, already planning ways to please them both when they made it to the hotel.
Day 9 is a scorcher for sure. *Insert evil laugh here.* I hope you all enjoy!
He was, however, highly amused at the decidedly hedonistic display before him. While he was never one to say no to a good time, he preferred to be the master of ceremonies, so to speak.
He was merely an observer, watching his prey from across a smoky room of indulgent food, dancing, drinking, and barely-concealed debauchery.
Seth certainly appeared to be deep in his element, surrounded by attractive and starry-eyed women in awe of their Messiah. Hoping to be the one he chooses, ready to fulfill his every desires.
(As it happens, Finn could see into Seth’s mind. He was, all things considered, rather impressed with how incredibly dirty it was.)
Meanwhile, an especially eager one was at Seth’s ear, murmuring the lyrics to the current song. Nothing wrong with that, just...boring.
But then, who would pay mind to the finer points of seduction from a demon?
Without screaming in horror, that is.
Seth whispered back to her, and as she sank beneath the table, Finn knew exactly what was asked of her. When he glanced up, he noticed that the Messiah’s gaze had found him.
And he didn’t appear at all inclined to look away.
Their eyes locked, piercing through the haze, engaged in an unspoken exchange. A smirk graced Seth’s lips, as if to say, Look what I can do, look at my influence. Impressed yet?
Finn simply observed as he lightly wet his lips with a slow tongue, and a sly but demure grin emerged.
Because little did Seth know, in their heated stare, Father Finn figured out exactly how he would ruin the so-called Monday Night Messiah.
“Finn?” I called out softly pushing open the door. With no reply I look around the empty room and let out a huff as I see no sign of Finn. I begin to turn around and make my way into another room when the open balcony door catches my eye.
Walking over I’m immediately hit with the chilly winter air that makes my almost bare body shiver as I step out. Looking around the balcony my brows furrow as I notice it’s completely empty. The cold air whips around me and my arms circle around myself. As I go to make my way back inside when I notice the ladder on the side of the balcony leading to the top of the house. “He wouldn’t….” I breathe out glancing up at the edge of the roof.
Without giving myself a chance to overthink it I begin to climb to the roof. The wind blows harshly against my bare skin and I hold on tight to the stairs as I climb up trying to avoided the frightening view of the ground just 4-stories below me. Relief washes over me as I finally reach the roof. “He would.” I sigh out to myself as I see Finn laying on his back against the roof, his hands crossed behind his head.
Not like me who’s in a satin sleep set that consists of a bralette, tiny shorts, and a short silk robe. Finn is dressed for the weather outside with a big Balor club hoodie and thick sweatpants. A gust of cold wind whips me hard causing me to walk in his direction trying not to fall off of the roof. “Finn” I call out wrapping my arms around myself trying to keep myself warm.
I get no reply from him making me groan in frustration, but before I manage to reach him to push him off the roof, I hear the faint sound of music and realize that he’s wearing headphones.
I walk closer to him slowly noticing his eyes are closed and rimmed with dry tears, while his beautiful lips sported a sad frown. My heart begins to ache at the thought of the pain he was going trough, both physically and mentally. I sit down criss-crossing my legs and let out a shaky breath as I feel the cold roof material against my bare skin.
He still doesn’t notice me so I scoot closer to him and trail my hand down to intertwine our fingers. His eyes fly open as my fingers circle his. He glances up at me from his laying position and sends me a confused look as he sits up.
“Hey” I mouth to him sending him a small smile. I notice a small smile appear briefly on his lips as he pulls his hood back and removes his AirPods. 💰
Looking around he glances back at me with a stern look, “Las you shouldn’t be out here, you could’ve gotten hurt,” He scolds me, his scowl turns into a frown as he notices me shivering. “F*cking hell darling, look at you, you’re freezing!” The sound of concern laced in his voice. “Go back inside!”
“No. I’m not leaving you,” I breathed out in a shaky voice. He stares at me in disbelief before his hand rubs down his face in frustration.
He reaches down and pulls his hoodie off of his body revealing a thick sweatshirt under. “Put it on.” He mumbles out as he hands me the hoddie. I quickly pull it over and My upper body is immediately engulfed in warmth. The hoodie reaches midway on my thigh leaving me bare legs exposed.
A small yelp leaves my lips as Finn pulls me into his lap. “Finnnn you’re hurt!” I cry out when places me between his warm legs. He scoffs as I feel him lean back slightly and hear him removing his sweatshirt revealing a tight T-shirt underneath. “Finn no! You’ll freeze!” I scold him as he places the sweatshirt across my legs.
“Stop.” He mumbles holding down the sweatshirt as I go to lift it off. “I was getting hot anyways love.” He mumbled pulling me back into his chest. I let out a frustrated puff of air as I cuddled back into him. “Stubborn woman,” he mumbled out as he pinched my side causing me to squeal.
“Finn!” I gasped hearing his throaty laugh. A smile crosses my face at the sound of his laughter.
His laughter soon died down and he pulls me tight against him. A deep silence swayed around us for what felt like hours. “How are you feeling?” I mumbled out to him.
He doesn’t reply right away, his arm just squeezes me tighter against him. “I’m ok.” He whispers out resting his head on the side of my neck before he breaths in causing me to shiver.
I think back to when I saw the dried up tears around his eyes and I feel my heart fill with sadness. I pull the sweatshirt off of my lab, before he can reprehend me I stand up and turn looking back at him. My heart lurches when I notice his glossy red eyes staring up at me. I place a foot on either side of him and he reaches up to pull be down by my hips. Now settled on his laps I place the sweatshirt against his chest. “Put it on,” I mutter to him. He goes to shake his head but I press the material further into his chest. “Put it on.” I mutter again. He lets out an aggravated breath as he goes to push me off. “Baby…” I breath out to him causing him to hault. “Please,” I whisper as his glossy eyes meet mine. He finally nods as he pulls back enough to place the sweatshirt over his body. I sit up in his lap as my hands reach out to cup his face. Stroking his stubble softly I lean down to connect our lips in a soft delicate kiss. I go to pull away when his arms circle my waist, pulling me into a deeper kiss. His kiss is raw and powerful as he dominates my mouth, I feel myself needing a breathe of air which only makes me push deeper into his kiss. I feel myself going lightheaded and we both slightly pullaway panting. “Thank you,” I breathe out against his lips.
He nods once as he keeps his forehead pressed to mine, his arms keeping me close to him. I notice his eyes are still watery and my hands reach up to wipe away a stray teardrop. He goes to pull away from me but I keep his cheeks locked in my hands as I place a soft kiss on his lips. He tries to deepen the kiss but I pull away causing him to sigh out. I press my forehead to his once more and I feel his hands run up and down my bare thighs softly.
“Baby… it’s okay to not be okay.” I whisper out to him stroking his jaw. “Don’t hide that from me… I want all of you! Not just your strengths and happiness, I also want your weakness and your sadness. And everything else you have to give.” I breath out feeling my lip begin to tremble when he looked away from me and stopped rubbing my thighs. Biting back a sob I pull Finn into me, his head landing on my shoulder. “I know you feel like you let everyone down right now but the truth is the only person you’re letting down now is yourself.” I whispered out feeling him flinch at my words. “Even if you lost no one stopped believing in you Finn… You went into that match and you brought Brock Lesner to hell! You gave it your all just like you always do and because of that I won’t let you stop believing in yourself!” I let out as I feel him sniffle against my neck.
“Finn… your fans love you, your coworkers love you, your friends love you, your family loves you, and I love you baby. You could never let any of us down sweetheart.” I whispered into his ear feeling him squeeze me tighter into him. “I know these last few days have been hell for you baby… but you are the king off hell. And I know my demon king can get through anything.” I mumbled down at him smiling when I heard him chuckle.
Finn pulled away from me with a small smile, “Thank you my queen.” He mumbled out pulling me into a tight embrace. “I love you so much,” He breathed out into my hair.
“I love you too my king,” I whispered out to him as we pulled away.
I notice his smile die down in thought as he stoked my cheek. My hands reached out and cupped his cheeks as I reached up and placed a small kiss on his forehead. “The pain that you’re feeling now can’t compare to the joy that’s coming baby.” I breathed out against his forehead. Pulling away his eyes met mine as I sat back on his lap. “You’re going to get your championship back baby… but until then want you to know that you’ll always be my champion. Belt or no belt.” I mumble out standing up off his lap, my hands extends down for his but he doesn’t reach for it.
His face remained neutral as he stared at the space where I had been. Shaking my head I let out a sigh as I run my fingers through his hair before making my way back to the ladder.
As I reached the inclined edge of house I went to turn in order to climb down when I lost my balance letting out a scream. As I was about to fall of the side of the house I was pulled back hard into a hard chest. “You okay?” I heard Finn whisper as I panted into his chest.
Glancing up I noticed a worried look across Finn’s face. “Yeah I’m okay. You saved me.” I breathed out wrapping my arms around his waist.
A sigh of relief left his lips as he pulled me tight into him, “I’ll always save you babygirl… just like you save me.” He mumbled out.
We stood there for awhile in each other’s arms and I feel the temperature begin to drop. “Finn I’m cold.” I whine up to him.
He looked down at me with a small smile as he pulled away, “let’s get you inside then.” He mumbled out. “I’m going to go down and help you okay?” I nodded as I watched him sit on the edge before turning and climbing down. “Alright I’m down Las, now it’s your turn,” He called up to me.
Taking in a shaky breath I removed his hoodie in order to make it easier to climb down. I tossed it down and herd him yell out my name as the hoodie missed the balcony and landed on the ground. “Sorry” I chuckled as I repeated what I had seen him do and I began to climb down. “Almost there baby,” I heard him call out as his voice got closer.
A loud squeal left my lips and I held myself tight to the bar when felt Finn’s hand slide up my leg and into the bottom of my shorts to cup my ass cheek. “Finn!” I yelled down at him, turning and watching him smirk as he squeezed the flesh. “Finn stop! I’m going to fall!” A scream left my lips as he pulled me down catching me in his arms. “Finn!” I cried out smacking his chest as he chucked.
“That’s for my hoodie,” he smirked at me. I huffed climbing out of his arms and straitening my clothes. A loud squeal left my lips when I felt his arm circle around my bare waist, his cold palm landing flat against my stomach.
“Finn” I shivered trying to pry his hand off, only to squeal again when his other arm slipped into the cup of my bralet pinching my nipple.
“You still cold?” His husky voice whispered into ear as his cold hand squeezed my breast.
“Uhhuu,” I moaned out feeling his cold hand slip into my satin shorts.
“F*ck baby!” He groaned into my ear as his fingers came in contact with my bare slit. Small gasps and moans left my lips as his cold fingers worked up and down my warm slit. “Inside,” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes,” I moaned breathlessly, feeling him remove his hands from me.
I went to pull open the balcony door when Finn turned me around and pressed me up against the cold glass causing me to gasp loudly.
His lips pressed down to mine in a soft passionate kiss as his hands held my hips. “Thank you baby… for everything.” He mumbled pulling away. “I promise I’ll never stop believing as long as I have you.” He whispered lovingly placing his lips on mine once more.
He pulled away from me opening the balcony door. “Let’s get you warmed up,” he smirked pulling me into the room by the band of my shorts.
Hope you don’t mind me calling you so late. Just had a question for you, that’s all. I’ll let you get back to sleep, I promise.
You almost had me...didn’t you, baby?
Left me tied to a chair, hard as a fucking rock waiting for you to come back and ride me. It was so hot. Never let someone take charge of me like that before. Rare thing to meet a truly dominant woman.
One thing though... you really, really, should have followed through.
If you wanted to fuck me right there, you had carte blanche. You had your little present unwrapped and ready. And so willing to please his boss, to ease all that tension and make up for his behavior.
But you see, sweetheart, you’re not the only one who likes things their way.
And when I come for you tonight, believe me...
I won’t miss my opportunity to show you who the boss really is.
You will kneel. You will beg. You will scream.
And you will do it all over again. Until I’m satisfied.
Inspired By: Dark Necessities by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Warnings: To put it bluntly, this is pretty fucking dark. Warnings for language, intensely sexual content, a power struggle…and a rather cruel tease. Which I’m not sure if I should apologize for yet.
A/N: Hello hello! So…this is a concept I had a couple years ago, but there’s a interesting backstory. Many years ago, I met a fellow kinkster online. He was gorgeous, cheeky as hell, and very Irish. He was also an erotic model. One of his photos was especially striking, as it showed him standing by a window in a sharp black suit…with his cock peeking out of the zipper (which was very nice, by the way). It was surprisingly understated and rather tasteful. But it stirred up this idea. I wrote this initially for him (which he got a kick out of); however, years later, I found that it would suit the current state of another Irishman I know of…with a bit of a twist.
So, all that being said, consider this an early Valentine from me to all of you.
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