Title; Heathens 2/2

Pairing; Finn /Reader, Demon!Finn Bálor/Reader

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Summary; Just because we check the guns at the door, doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

Warnings; NSFW, mentions of deals with devils, oral sex, DemonKing!Bálor has a dirty mouth, voyeurism kink and bloodplay if you squint hard, latex free, spanking, hair pulling, biting, violence, some post-assault trauma and aftermath

"You gave us quite the fright, (Y/N)-chan."

I gave a little scream of surprise and the bags of groceries I was carrying went crashing to the floor. I was jumpier than usual following that fateful RAW, startling at sudden movements and noises. I'd known that someone would come for me eventually, but I didn't know when or who.

Shinsuke Nakamura was perched on my kitchen counter, a cup of tea in hand, looking entirely too pleased at my reaction.

"Are you trying to kill me Shinsuke?! How did you even get in my apartment?"

It was a dumb question. The Bestiary had made clear that kitsune were masters of illusion and prone to various acts of mischief. A little breaking and entering was likely child's play for him.

He just shook his head, his lips curled into a teasing smile, and the six tails twitching in amusement. He'd looked like he had made himself comfortable, a half eaten sandwich off to his side, slippers on, and a steaming mug gripped loosely in his left hand.

"Just checking on you, (Y/N)-chan. You've been avoiding us." His face didn't change as he took a calculated sip of his tea.

I ducked my head, face flushed at his knowing gaze, making myself busy by picking up the fallen groceries. Thankfully there was nothing terribly fragile in the bags, though my apples and pride were going to be a little bruised. I knew what it looked like, that I was avoiding him. I hadn't responded to the multitide of phone calls, voicemails, and texts that I'd received from Bayley, Shinsuke, Ember, and Stephanie. There were even some phone calls from an unknown number that had never left a voicemail.

"It wasn't intentional. I just… needed some time to think and be by myself," I lied. I didn't know who I was trying to convince more with my words, Shinsuke or myself.

It had been two weeks since the events backstage at RAW. Two weeks since I'd last seen any of the others.

I couldn't tell you what happened after I was struck unconscious thirteen days ago.

I had woken up in an ambulance, strapped to a gurney and a thin blanket covering me. My torn shirt had been replaced by a plain black tee and my work pants secured back around my waist, like I hadn't just been accosted by a millennia old demon. Bayley and Stephanie were both inside the bus with me, the brownie with tears in her eyes and the younger McMahon's face was pale and tightened with something unidentifiable.

My ears were ringing and my vision was fuzzy at the edges and speckled with black dots. My skull felt like I had been stomped on and there was still a heavy, unfulfilled ache in my core. The brownie to my left was speaking frantically but I couldn't make out words. Stephanie was quick to snap at the driver of the ambulance and the EMT attending to me. I spent the ambulance ride in and out of consciousness, something warm and sticky trickling down the side of my face.

My next clear memory was being wheeled into the hospital, with Stephanie at my side barking orders at medical personnel and bystanders alike. I was able to tilt my head up, and god did that hurt, to see Bayley speaking into her cellphone, her face animated and her hand motions wild. I was too far away and my ears were ringing too much to make out what she was saying. I could have sworn I heard her say Bálor…

The next couple of hours were filled with test after test. There were various diagnostic machines, poking and prodding by medical staff, and painfully bright lights invading my space. It was when the attending nurse advised that I was going to have to spend the night in the hospital, that I lost all composure and became hysterical, fat tears rolling down my face as I shook from the gut wrenching sobs. The brownie and the witch who'd ridden with me to the hospital swooped into the room, shooing out the nurse to try to calm me down themselves.

Bayley had wrapped herself around me on the hospital bed while I hiccuped and wept. Her arms were wrapped tight around me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her touch was enough to calm me down after a couple of moments of sustained contact. The loss of control had rattled me to my core and the fact that I had been face to face with what was likely an actual Demon King.

"You can't tell anyone about what happened. Hunter is on containment and damage control right now."

The cold, matter of fact words sent me spiraling back into sobs as Bayley snapped at Stephanie.

"What the hell Steph! She was just face to face with Bálor and that's the first thing you have to say?"

The older brunette woman at least had the decency to look chastised, but she continued on. "You know I'm right, Bayley. It'll get handled internally. Bálor will be punished for his actions, but need I remind you, (Y/N), of the nondisclosure agreement that your signed upon taking your position at WWE. You cannot tell anyone."

I could hear Bayley grinding her teeth next to me, her arms tightening around me, but she kept silent. Stephanie was right. Finn had tried to warn me to run after all…

"You know, I had a feeling that they'd take a liking to you."

I snapped out of the uncomfortable memories of the hospital at the champion's words. I set down the groceries with a thud and whirled to face Shinsuke directly.

"I'm going to need you to give me a little bit more on that Nakamura before I take this carton of milk and hit you with it."

The kitsune in my kitchen was practically sphinx like, his self-satisfied expression completed by a Mona Lisa smile. "I know Finn and I know Bálor. You're exactly the kind of tree they'd bark up. Don't know why I didn't think of it earlier."

My face paled and I began to tremble. "Shinsuke, what are you saying?"

He nodded, expression not changing. "He went about wooing you the wrong way, but when you're as old as Bálor, you forget the little things…"

He paused for a sip of his tea, letting the words sink in, before continuing, "It's easy to forget you're not exactly one of us. You see us as we are and as we're supposed to be. Bálor certainly sees you as one of us. We're not human, (Y/N)-chan, even if you make some of us feel like we are. You treat us like we're not fairy tales, like most of us haven't done horrible things. That feeling is addictive to us."

He took my silence as the cue to continue explaining it was intended to be, even if my knuckles were white from gripping the counter.

"Bálor is old. Very, very old. With beings of that age, they have a tendency to just take because they've gotten used to not asking, to doing things their own way, and not ever apologizing. Things like him are predators through and through. If he truly meant to hurt you or scare you, you would know it. That, I believe, was him wooing you. You, whether you realize it or not, have power now in this situation."

I took a shaky breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Shinsuke cut me off.

"I'm not excusing what happened, just giving you the perspective of one of us. If you'd have me, I would handle him for you."

Shinsuke was serene and diplomatic in his offer, every minute tic and reaction controlled as to not give his real emotions away. I, on the other hand, was lost in my thoughts and it showed on my face.

I had power in this situation?

Where was the power? Was it when Bálor pinned me to a wall? Was it when he manhandled me? Used my own body against me? How do you have power when you're completely helpless?

I had been haunted every waking moment since the incident. I could see Finn and his soft, soulful eyes on the back of my eyelids whenever I blinked, warning me to run. When I slept, I was tormented and teased by Bálor, always waking up with a gasp, the taste of copper on my tongue and an ache in my core. Where was this power?

"I'm sorry, I don't follow. I fail to see where the power is for me in this, Shinsuke. I was powerless to do anything."

The NXT champion blinked at me.

"Forgive me, I forget that you're still new to our ways. They want you, (Y/N)-chan. Both Finn and Bálor. Finn, I understand, but Bálor… You don't want anything when you're as old as Bálor. I've certainly never seen him want a person the way he seems to want you and I have known him for centuries. Sex and desire are tools of power, (Y/N). Bayley had been giving me updates when she noticed Finn and Bálor's agitation around you and this runs deep for them. You can use that if you so choose. But are you willing to do that?"

I took a shaky breath. What Shinsuke was stating was heady and heavy, my brain going fuzzy at the words. I didn't know Finn well, never mind Bálor, just what I had heard second and third hand from mutual acquaintances before I was sent to RAW. I'd be a fool to not admit that Finn was handsome and seemed kind, while Bálor had an allure that seemed to draw me in, even after everything.

Which left me asking the kitsune on my counter the only question that really mattered.

"But what's using that power going to cost me?"

My sight didn't need to shift to see Shinsuke's features sharpen and he gave a high pitch yipping laugh reminiscent of the animal he represented.

I returned to RAW a week after that day, Shinsuke's eerie laughter and advice still playing itself on a loop in my brain. Something just didn't feel right as I was pulling into the parking lot. There was a heavy stone in my stomach, a feeling of foreboding. Something would happen tonight, I could feel it in my bones, but I was entirely unsure of what.

I had barely parked my car and opened the door when a large, male body practically launched itself through the driver's side door and had taken me into a firm embrace.

"Where did you go, (Y/N)! What happened?"

Seth Rollins was wound around me like an overgrown koala bear, arms wrapped tightly around me, face pressing into my neck. My face turned red at the intimacy of the position we were in and I hesitantly wrapped my arm around him, giving the incubus a couple hesitant pats on the back.

"Well, if you'd let me out of the car, I could explain?"

Seth gave one of his signature cackles and tightened his grip.

"I like right where I am."

My face felt hot and I knew I resembled a tomato.

"Then you can explain to Stephanie and Hunter what held me up, since it only takes fifteen minutes to get here from the airport."

Seth huffed and grumbled, making a big show of disentangling himself from around me and helping me out of the rental car. He even waved me off as I was attempting to secure my bags.

"I'll carry, you talk about why you were gone for three weeks. We missed you and Bayley and Steph wouldn't say anything other than personal emergency."

I shifted uncomfortably, remaining silent. I had arrived around the same time as a lot of the road crew and the talent, which meant too many people were milling about with enhanced senses for my personal comfort. Seth, for all his flirtation and bravado, was a perceptive person, catching the change in body language.

"Y'know, maybe we should go get settled in and you can tell me all about what happened and what you did on your leave of absence in my dressing room. " His tone and his words had left no room for an argument and he escorted me into the arena with my bags in hand.

The silence as we walked was comfortable, but my mind was whirring. Stephanie had warned me to not speak with anyone about what happened. That it was only Bayley, Hunter, and Stephanie who knew what happened in that room. But this was Seth. Seth who had sent me flowers and a ridiculously large teddy bear on the first day of my absence. Seth who had called, left voicemails, and texted me every day, even when I had not responded. Seth, who prior to the incident, was always quick with affection, offers to ride together, and just generally making me feel accepted.

I could trust Seth.

We didn't get a chance to talk before the show. As soon as we had entered the arena together, two separate gophers had handed us schedules and pulled us in different directions. Seth would be following the opening of the show and needed to do some pre-taping, whereas I had three separate production meetings to attend. We'd promised to meet up later and we went our separate ways.

The meetings passed by with me barely being able to pay attention. The hair on the back of my neck was standing, signaling that someone or something was watching me. I didn't feel threatened, just on edge. Thankfully no one had mentioned my distraction.

The card was set, Seth would be in the second match of the show, tagging with Roman versus the Club. Finn was set to face Chris Jericho, a particularly ornery werecat, at the top of the show.

Me: Let me know when you have a second. I'm pretty much free the rest of the night. I'm heading to catering right now.

Bzz. Bzz.

Seth: Give me ten minutes after my match to shower. Meet you in catering? :)

I smiled. Seth was an avid texter, never very far from his phone.

Me: Yeah, see you when you're done. Good luck!

Bzz. Bzz.

Seth: Luck is for losers

Seth: Shit don't tell anyone I just took a line from Punk

"(Y/N)!"

I hadn't had time to look up when I had a very excitable brownie launching herself at me. Bayley was hugging me so hard that my back cracked, her words flowing out of her mouth filled with nervous energy.

"I missed you so much! You didn't call me back! I was worried!"

I returned Bayley's hug, whispering, "I missed you too. I just needed some time to sort my head out. Wanna go with me to catering?"

Bayley relaxed her hold, pulling back, with her face soft and understanding. She was quick to nod and pull me down the hallway, arm in arm, chattering away about the night's show. She was still very nervous and constantly fidgeting with her shirt. She clearly wanted to ask me, but was holding back to be polite.

"Just ask me."

My friend gave a surprised but gleeful squeak, before pulling me into a broom closet. She was quick to lock the door and place a silencing charm to impede any of the others from listening in. Her face was anxious and she was wringing her hands.

"I should have warned you about Bálor. He'd mentioned having an interest in you, but I didn't know he'd take it this far. Will you forgive me?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the flow of words just did not stop.

"Finn's been beating himself up over this. I even think Bálor feels guilty and he doesn't feel guilty about anything. I mean that, he doesn't feel bad about anything ever. Bálor has been in a foul mood since you've been gone, he even tried to have a go at Hunter before Stephanie shut him down. He even asked for your phone number!"

She would have continued rambling if I hadn't placed my hand over her mouth, cutting off her words.

"You gave him my number?"

Bayley nodded an affirmative, my hand still clamped over her mouth. I filed that little tidbit of information away to examine at a later date.

"Bayley, you've been one of my best friends since I came to RAW. There is nothing for me to forgive you for. You did nothing wrong to me. You had no idea how Bálor would react. I don't think I'm even mad at him. Shinsuke really helped me put things into perspective."

Bayley's face went from joyful, to her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline at the mention of Shinsuke.

"Shinsuke knows?"

I grimaced, "Yeah, and I don't know how."

The brownie shook her head. "It's probably best if you don't ask too many questions about how he knows half of what he does. What did he say?"

My face did its best imitation of a tomato and before I could reply, I was saved by the insistent buzzing of my phone.

Seth was calling.

"I'm sorry, I told Seth that I would meet him in catering and he's calling right now. We can talk more after the show?"

Bayley was uncertain and her face a little crestfallen, but eventually nodded and released the charms on the door.

"We can have a ladies night after the show, we'll curl up with some bacon chicken ranch pizza and watch ridiculous amounts of Netflix."

I had already turned to open the closet door and leave otherwise I would have seen the extreme worry on her face. I would have seen her turn towards a too dark corner of that janitor's closet. I would have seen the leather jacket and the fanged mouth curled into a smirk. If I hadn't left so quickly, I would have seen Bayley trying to talk Bálor out of whatever he had planned.

By the time I had met up with Seth, he'd already piled two plates high with food. He beamed as he passed me one plate and pulled me towards his dressing room before I could get a word in.

"So tell me everything."

I had barely sat down on one of the chairs before the handsome incubus across from me was cutting straight to the chase. I gulped, measuring my answer carefully. Seth and Finn, or Bálor?, clearly had a checkered past, if Seth's previous reactions to him being brought up in conversation were any indication. My stomach flipped uneasily, all appetite lost, and I pushed the food on the plate in my lap around with little interest.

"I, um. Met Bálor and, er, um. He was a little too friendly and long story short, I got checked out in the ER."

I knew how bad that sounded as soon as the words fumbled their way out of my mouth. I made a concerted effort to avoid eye contact with the incubus, picking at the chicken breast on the plate with my fork. I could feel the air heating and I didn't need to look up to know that the brunette across from me was livid.

"He did what now?" Seth bit out, his teeth having elongated to points and were bared menacingly. He had thrown his plate of food across the dressing room and began pacing. "You're going to tell me everything down to every little detail about what happened and then I'm going to rip his arms off and beat him with them."

I looked up and froze. I knew from the descriptions in the Bestiary that incubi were devastatingly attractive but this was not what I was expecting. Seth's normally warm brown eyes had gone black as coal, fangs pronounced along his upper lip, and large, leathery black wings that I had never seen before were trembling with the force of his rage. Dread filled my stomach and my body went cold. I could see the change without having switched my sight.

I must have stayed too silent for too long because he gave a snarl.

"I'll just go ask him myself, as I'm ripping him to shreds."

There was no time for a mortal like me to respond, because the incubus had shot out of the door and had disappeared down the hall by the time I had stood from my seated position. My dread turned to panic. I had no doubts that Seth would confront Finn, and I had no idea how Bálor would respond to being threatened. I fumbled with my phone before dialing the only person I knew could help.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking. What was taking so long?

Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

Oh thank god.

"Bayley, it's me. Seth knows. Is Finn still in the arena?"

Turns out that Finn had gone back to his hotel following his match. Bayley could not leave the arena due to match with Nia, though she had promised to meet me at Finn's hotel as soon as possible. I had packed my bags into my rental in record time and I broke several traffic laws on my way to the Marriott I was told the Irishman would be at.

I don't recall dashing through the doors.

I don't recall mashing the buttons in the elevator, mentally urging the elevator to move faster. It wasn't until I stepped out onto the fifth floor, to head to Finn's room, that I felt it. An overwhelming sensation of wrongness, the kind that had the fine hairs on my arms standing on end and left me itching to dive back into the elevator. The fact that the fifth floor elevator lobby was trashed added to another layer to my trepidation. The halls were ghost towns, nary a body or a sound. I gulped down my fear and started forward. In my moments of panic, I had forgotten what room number Bayley had said Finn was in.

Then I heard it.

The crashing of some sort of glass and the sounds of a scuffle, two hallways to my left.

I darted down the hall, moving a little too fast to take the sharp corners and bumping painfully into walls. My breathing was labored and my legs burned with the effort, but the sounds of an altercation were getting louder. The volume was increasing, but the urge to turn around and run was also increasing, my heart rate increasing at the increase of adrenaline. The compulsion to run in the opposite direction had reached a fever pitch when they came into sight.

The Irishman had Seth pinned up against the wall by a single hand, the incubus' feet dangling and thrashing, fingers clawing at Finn's hand, as his oxygen supply was being cut off.

"Finn! Put him down!"

There was no response from the man. Seth gurgled something incomprehensible as I kept moving towards the pair of men, and I had to choke down a fear response that felt unnatural.

"Finn!"

I had come within twenty feet of them, with Seth's struggles beginning to weaken, the thrashes becoming less violent. The incubus' face was turning a distressing, mottled shade of purple-red and Finn was just not reacting. Why was Finn not reacting? Finn wouldn't be-

Oh.

Fuck.

Me.

This wasn't Finn.

My heart rate spiked to a hummingbird pace. My hands were clammy and it felt like my knees would give out any second. I was still approaching warily, like one would approach a wild animal.

" Bálor, please put Seth down."

No reaction.

I was within an arms distance and I really took inventory of both men. Both had bloodied knuckles, Seth's lip was split, and it appeared as though Finn/ Bálor would be sporting a shiner within a couple of hours. I had to do something, anything, as my friend's eyes were bulging and his gasps were more desperate, and there was a cruel, sadistic look on Bálor's face.

"Bálor, I want to make a deal."

The words came rushing out of my mouth unbidden, before I could do anything to choke them back. The thick fear in the air disappeared, my body relaxing. Bálor must have been manipulating something to cause this kind of sudden response. The demon king lowered Seth's prone body, by just a fraction, head snapping towards me with a flash of fangs. His face was exactly as I remembered it, almost too intense to be beautiful, dark scarlet eyes severe in their focus on me.

"Ye've got m' attention, kitten," he leered, his tone velvet and like he wasn't crushing my friend's larynx.

"We're not going to discuss terms while you're hurting Seth."

The demon king's eyes narrowed and I could have sworn I saw a pout.

"Fine, have it yer way."

Seth dropped to the ground, gasping and choking for air, his hands going to his throat. I moved to check on him further, but a firm grasp on my elbow stopped me.

"We've got some things ta discuss, (Y/N)."

Seth bristled, moving to confront Bálor again, but I shook my head at my friend.

"Seth, no. Trust me, I can handle this."

He was incredulous and looked like he wanted to fight me on it, but Bálor just chuckled, shaking his head with a dangerous bearing of teeth. The demon's actions were only serving to irritate the incubus even more, with Seth making a shaky rise to his feet.

"Ye heard the kitten, yer not needed Rollins."

Seth took a step, in an attempt to be threatening, but I intercepted him.

"Seth please. I will be fine. I will speak with you in the morning and I promise, I will tell you everything."

My words seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and he began to leave, but not before leveling one final threat at the demon I was about to make a deal with.

"You hurt her again, and I will destroy you Bálor."

After his parting shot, Seth was quick to leave, with Bálor and I remaining in the hall. The demon still had a firm grip on my elbow as he watched the incubus leave, before turning to me with a cat who ate the canary grin. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.

"We're not discussing anything about a deal or terms in a hallway, and I want to speak with Finn before I discuss anything with you."

The grin disappeared from his face, an eyebrow arching coolly, lip curling into a sneer. The air was tense before he gave a short nod, before the scarlet of his eyes faded back to the pale blue. Something was still not quite right, his features stayed too sharp.

"I want Finn. You need to be all the way out, Bálor."

The demon actually pouted, before I saw the shadow form of Bálor exit Finn's body. He went suddenly lax for a moment, catching himself before he collapsed. The Irishman dropped his hold on my elbow and backed all the way up to the opposite wall of the hallway, putting as much space as he could between the two of us. He flattened himself as much as he could against the wall, trying to appear small and nonthreatening.

"Why would ye do somethin' like that, (Y/N)? A deal? After what we did ta ya? There's nothing I could do ta make that right." He croaked, his voice breaking mid sentence.

I shook my head and moved to embrace him, Bálor's shadow watching us intently. I wrapped my arms firmly around his midsection, head resting against his chest. Finn stiffened like a board, and didn't return my embrace.

"You didn't do anything Finn. That was Bálor and I'll deal with him later. You tried to warn me to run and I didn't. You have nothing to be sorry for and I can't let you beat yourself up over this."

I tightened my hold around his slim waist and after another moment or two, Finn relaxed and returned my embrace, lips pressing against my hair.

"Yer too good t'me. He'll take advantage of that."

I shook my head, the fabric of his hooded sweatshirt rubbing against my cheek, before I tilted my head up to look at the man now holding me. Our faces were just a breath's distance away.

"I can handle Bálor. You're a good man, Finn."

I punctuated my words by leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, sending a tingle from where our lips connected to the junction between my thighs. There was no reaction from him, lips remaining motionless underneath mine. My heart fell to my stomach. Maybe Shinsuke was wrong. Maybe he was just playing a trick on me, I thought as I began to pull away. The Bestiary did say that kitsune had an odd sense of humor, often to the detriment of others.

I had barely pulled back, when Finn pulled me towards him again, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth that left me a little weak in the knees.

"Don't know 'ow ye can jus' forgive me or us like that, but I ain't gonna look a gift 'orse in the mouth." The words were murmured against my lips and then we were moving. This was still Finn, as Bálor was in the corner of my eyesight, a Cheshire grin spread across his dark features. Finn was pulling me by the hand to a room two doors down, key card already procured and the door opening, the two of us sliding inside before I could react.

The door hadn't even closed completely and we were a car crash of limbs, hands, and lips. The heady smell of his cologne left my head swimming and the taste of him had me addicted. This is what had haunted me all those nights, with all of my senses craving more contact, and a rush of liquid between my thighs. He was shirtless underneath the hooded sweatshirt, which had left me with vast expanses of skin for my hands to explore and it was almost too much for me to bear.

We separated for a moment due to our clothes falling off at an exponential pace. First it was the sweatshirt I kept pawing at, then it was my jacket and shirt before taken off in one fell swoop. Finn went straight to work on my bra, giving a growl when he was unable to get the hooks to cooperate. I giggled, before swatting his hands away to take care of it myself.

By the time it took me to get my plain black bra off, Finn had already pulled his joggers off, leaving him in a pair of tented boxer briefs. He made short work of my pants before carrying me the short distance to the hotel bed and dropping me with a bounce. He stared at me reverently, with Bálor in the corner and a filthy smirk on his face.

"Fook, ya look so much better on m'bed than I dreamed ye would." The words he spoke were more than a little breathy, before he reached to pull my panties down. "Bet ye taste even better."

Finn wasted no time in spreading my thighs and leaning in to give a long, slow lick up my folds, before wrapping his lips around the sensitive little bundle of nerves and sucked. The sensations his tongue elicited sent my back and hips arching straight off the mattress with a keen, eyes screwed shut. Finn seemed encouraged by my reaction and set about utterly dismantling me with his mouth, tongue, and fingers.

Each twist of his fingers, each press of his lips, each swipe of his tongue had me writhing and moaning. Finn had to lay a muscled arm across my lower abdomen to hold me down after the third time an involuntary buck of my hips nearly sent him to the floor, the pressure of his arm only tightening the coil of tension further.

Finn was no silent eater of pussy either. Each flutter of my internal muscles made him groan and every sharp gasp of mine practically made him purr. He'd pushed off his sweatpants, his entire body nude, and his hips rolling ever so slightly into the mattress, looking for friction.

I could feel the heat of Bálor's eyes on me and just knowing I was being watched by the demon sent the blood humming in my veins, fueling the inevitable. I don't know what about being watched that made my breath catch or why it made me feel like I had to put on a show, but I felt compelled to play with my breasts and it took just a pinch and roll of both nipples to send me over the edge to my release.

Finn gave a groan as my inner walls clenched and grabbed around his fingers, gently decreasing the speed and pressure with which both his fingers and tongue were working. The aftershocks of my orgasm had left me shaking and entirely too sensitive to his continued touch. Finn practically slid his way up my body, pressing a frantic kiss to my lips, his cock hot and heavy against my stomach. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and my breath caught in my throat.

"I want you."

He started at my whispered, needy words.

"Not gonna be able te let ye go if this happens, (Y/N). Is this what ye want?"

His dark words sparked a wicked hunger within me. I reached down, wrapping a hand around his thick, uncut cock and gave a firm stroke. His hips gave a roll into my hand as he let out a broken groan, his soulful blue eyes glazing.

"You let me worry about that, Finn."

I hooked a leg around his hips as I spoke, guiding him to exactly where I needed him most. The Irishman had needed no further encouragement, guiding himself into my wet core. He was slow and careful, conscious of his size and strength, but the stretch he caused was almost too much. I hissed at the uncomfortable burn as he bottomed out inside of me. He paused for just a moment, panting heavily, for me to get used to his size.

Then he rolled his hips into mine.

The noise that came out of me could only be described as a vulgar at the sensation of the heavy drag of his cock finding every hidden nerve ending. The breath came rushing out of Finn's lungs as he muttered, "Fook, yer so tight still…" I could feel Bálor creeping closer to the bed, but I was too overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure to focus on him.

Our pace was steady and sweet, hips arching into each other. Our kisses were made sloppy by gasps, moans, and muttered words of encouragement. My fingers were digging into his shoulders with every thrust, his hands kneading my tits firmly.

We both were desperate for each other. Intuitively, I could feel that he was growing close, given the growing wildness of his thrusts, so I reached down to frantically rub the little bundle of nerves just above where we were joined.

With just a couple of flicks of my fingers, the ball of tension I hadn't even realized was growing snapped, and I shuddered around him with a gasp.

"Finn!"

A beat later, he groaned, and I felt a sudden warm rush inside of me as he shallowly thrusted through our orgasms.

Finn's head was resting against my breast, pressing kisses to the sweat dampened skin of my chest, his cock softening inside of me. I let my eyes close for just a moment, to bask in the warm, affectionate aftermath.

Then it changed.

The air felt heavier and darker and his cock began to grow in me. I gave a groan of protest for my sore nether regions at the growing stretch and I opened my eyes.

Only to be met with feral eyes the color of merlot and a wicked smirk.

"It's m'turn now kitten. Ya came apart so pretty fer Finn, now 'm gonna make ye scream."

It was with inhuman speed that I was flipped onto my hands and knees, a pillow stuffed under my hips. One large hand was braced at the back of my neck and pushing me down into the mattress, the other gripping a hip tight enough to bruise.

I'd had no time to protest, before his cock was pistoning out of me in a punishing pace. Each relentless press of his cock inside of me left me shrieking and writhing in his grip. It was too much, too intense and I thought for sure that I was going to split in half.

"Look at that pretty little cunt takin' our cock."

I sobbed at the pleasure the combination of his words and his supernaturally fast thrusts elicited out of my sore, over stimulated body. My body was heavy following the two previous orgasms and movement felt impossible.

"Fook, yer so wet for us. Bet ye thought 'bout this every night since we played t'gether in that locker room. Tell us ye thought 'bout this."

The wild and deep thrusts of his cock into me had robbed me of all words, which didn't please Bálor.

The hand at the base of my neck grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back hard enough that I was lifted from being pressed face first in the mattress to being arched towards Bálor. The dueling combination of pain and pleasure brought me to the brink of another climax.

"Yer gonna fuckin' tell me if you thought 'bout this (Y/N)."

He slowed his thrusts to just a shallow grind. I didn't know if it was a punishment or a reprieve for me to answer. I could finally breathe, but the lack of friction had held off my impending orgasm for the moment.

"Tell me and I'll make sure ye cum so hard ye forget yeh name."

God this slow grind was torturous and I was quickly becoming desperate, a slave to the heavy ache and tension between my thighs.

"Yes! I've-I've thought about this."

Satisfied with my answer, Bálor gave a sharp snap of his hips and pressed a series of bites to my shoulder, hard enough to shallowly break the skin there. He gave a deep growl as he licked away the blood that pooled from the wounds. The tension in my abdomen was growing to a fever pitch.

"Now tell us what yeh been thinkin' 'bout."

I sobbed as he pulled his mouth away, his hips slowing to those teasing, grinding thrusts again.

"Please Bálor, please."

He tutted, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"We can't help ye if ye don' tell us what ye want."

I moaned as he gave another tug to my hair.

"Thought about you in me, your mouth, your cock. In every possible way, you and Finn fucking me. So please Bálor, fuck me."

Bálor must have been pleased with my desperate, feverish words as he resumed his feverish pace. I only withstood moments under the blistering assault, screaming my release and a combination of Finn and Bálor's names into the universe.

My vision was whited out from the pleasure, my body wracked with orgasm after orgasm. Bálor had superhuman stamina and was showing it off. It wasn't until I was practically catatonic that he roared his release, collapsing against me, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress.

"We never did get ta talkin' 'bout the terms of your deal, kitten."