#finnxreader

“Oh, come on. Don’t look so nervous!” you giggle and lick your lips whilst ogling the two men in front of you, “Nothing we say or do leaves this room. Promise.”

You turn serious when you tell them the latter, and they can both sense the sincerity in your voice as they give each other a knowing glance followed by a nod of affirmation. They both still seem somewhat uncertain, probably more worried about their friendship drastically altering once the dust settles after this encounter, but their bodies react in a way that sends across a different message altogether.

You can see the outlines of their cocks through their boxers, both rock solid and begging to be freed, and knowing that it’s you that’s gotten them this worked up is enough in itself to make your pussy twitch and throb in anticipation.

“I’m serious, man,” Damian gives Finn a pointed stare, “If you ever try talking to me about this-”

“I won’t! C’mon, we’ll never speak of it. Never leaves this room.”

Finn reassures his friend, and after deciding they’ve wasted more than enough time when you’re sitting there half naked and waiting for them to make a move, they finally take the initiative and kick things off.

Any remaining apprehension seems to have now dissipated, with Damian smirking and sliding his boxers down while Finn mimics this. Both men are now fully exposed, their erect cocks standing at full attention to press against their stomachs while your gaze flits between them both, not knowing which one to focus on more.

Finn is the first to close the distance between you, pacing over to the bed to join you as he gently nudges you back to lay flat on the sheets. He towers over you, reaching out for you as he slides a calloused hand over a bra-clad breast and leans in to kiss and nip at your neck, earning a soft gasp and groan from you at the sensation.

Damian, however, is quick enough to sink to his knees at the foot of the bed, turning his attention to tugging your panties down and discarding them off to one side before he’s nudging your legs apart to expose your already glistening pussy to him.

He buries his face between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue while Finn’s lips trail along your jawline before they meet your own for a passionate kiss. Damian’s skillful tongue finds a rhythm that soon has you panting, and Finn earns a moan from you in response when he tugs your bra down with one hand to free your tits and brush his thumb over your nipple.

“How’s that feel, hm?” Finn momentarily breaks the kiss to purr in your ear, “He makin’ you feel good?”

Words fail you in this moment, and you simply whimper in hopes of it being perceived as one of a positive response to Finn’s question despite the fact it may have only been rhetorical to begin with.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of your combined exploration, your moans and their grunts and growls mingling in an erotic symphony. Damian continues to lap up every last drop of your essence, leaving you writhing in Finn’s arms where you lay on the bed, but it isn’t until you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm that Damian abruptly halts his ministrations altogether and rises back to his feet to stand at full height.

You whine at the sudden loss of contact, agitated that he’d ripped your sweet release away from you when you were right there, but you’re very quick to forgive and forget when clarity hits you and you lock eyes with Damian.

“Not yet, baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock instead.”

Damian is quick to placate you. He stands before you, his thick cock in his hand, stroking himself while he gives Finn a silent nod of the head. Finn seemingly understands the signal, and he pulls away from you, repositioning himself to kneel in front of you on the bed instead.

Finn gently pulls you up, repositioning you on all fours on the bed instead. He laces his fingers through your hair with one hand, giving it a gentle tug to angle your head and force you to gaze up at him while his other hand languidly strokes his cock.

“Go on, suck it.”

He commands, his voice thick with need. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around the head, suckling lightly at first before you start taking him deeper, eager to please him, and you definitely deliver. Finn groans and keeps his fingers in your hair, lightly encouraging you to take even more of him while he subtly thrusts into your mouth and mutters out strings of praises that you don’t quite catch.

“You ready, baby? Gonna put it in now, okay?”

Damian asks from behind you, stepping forward with his cock in his hand before rubbing the head along your folds, now glistening from your juices, and lining himself up at your entrance. He’s still watching you with Finn, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your head bobbing up and down his length, taking him in and out of your mouth.

Finn’s eyes meet Damian’s momentarily as the two men look up at the same time, the fierce desire in each man’s eyes only serving to fuel their respective anticipation. Damian pushes into you with one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt with a deep moan.

Albeit muffled, a whine escapes you, the sensation of being filled by both men in different ways overwhelming you. Finn’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling you further down on his cock while Damian takes you from behind, both men’s groans of pleasure mingling with your own increasingly desperate moans.

You can barely take it much longer, trailing one hand between your legs to rub at your clit while the other darts between the bed and Finn’s thigh in an attempt to keep yourself upright. Tears of sheer bliss begin to streak your cheeks as the duo find a brutal rhythm, their lust only escalating as they completely lose themselves in the pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Damian relentlessly fucks you from behind, and your fingers dig into Finn’s thighs while you gag around his cock. Your nimble fingers rub deft circles around your clit, desperately willing yourself to tip over the edge at long last.

Damian feels it, too. He knows how close you are, and it only makes him fuck into you even harder, his movements more aggressive in his attempt to get you exactly where you want and need to be.

“Oh, you gonna cum?” Finn pants out, “Tap or squeeze my thigh twice if you’re gonna cum, yeah?”

He asks, and not even a full second passes by before you’re fulfilling his request. This only fuels Finn more, his own thrusts growing erratic as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat repeatedly to elicit even more audible gags from you.

It’s all too much for you. The coil within you finally snaps, giving you quite possibly the most intense orgasm you can recall experiencing. Your walls clench and convulse around Damian’s cock while your cries of pure ecstasy are muffled by Finn’s, your eyes screw shut and you see nothing but hot, white light as you ride out your orgasm.

The feeling of you vice-gripping Damian’s cock is all it takes for him. He cums with a guttural groan, slumping himself over your back but stopping you from taking the brunt of the weight at the same time as he spills himself inside you, while Finn’s hot seed coats the back of your throat while his cock twitches and pulses in your mouth when he finally hits his peak, and you do him the courtesy of swallowing every last drop.

You slump forward slightly, barely catching your balance as you begin coming down from your high, withdrawing your mouth from Finn’s cock to finally catch your breath properly. Damian pulls out of you, slipping off to the side to collapse onto the bed to your left. Finn slumps back towards the headboard, both men's’ breathing ragged as they take a well deserved breather before you all clean up.

Finn’s back home for a few days after being on the road for months on end, and he’s insisted on making dinner for you both this evening. At first, you questioned it. You can’t recall him making dinner from scratch like this before, but that’s probably down to the fact that he’s a very busy man. But, you can’t complain. He’s made your favourite dinner, and he’s even gone to the trouble of properly setting the table, lighting candles, and even playing some background music for you both. It’s very...romantic, to say the least.

“You know...you never mentioned you were this good of a cook. Finn Bálor, you dark horse.”

You chuckle, flashing a smile at your boyfriend while you continue to dig into your dinner. Finn simply smiles and shrugs, momentarily setting his cutlery down on his plate to take a swig of his drink that’s currently sitting in a glass on the table cloth.

“What can I say, sweetheart? ‘m a man ‘a many talents.”

Finn hums, catching your eye, and despite there being only candlelight illuminating the room, you notice a certain gleam in his eyes. You smirk, earning a wink and a raise of the glass from him when he sees that the penny has finally dropped with you. In response, you raise your own glass, outstretching your arm across the table to him. Then, Finn mirrors the gesture.

“May as well call for a toast, right?”

You hum, smiling. Finn gives you a brief nod, and both your glasses chime when he gently clinks his against your own. Before you can proceed with proposing a toast, Finn beats you to it, and he does so with a grin.

“To bein’ reunited, even if s’only for a few days. To us.”

Saying cheers, you both drink in comfortable silence, save for the background music. You pay more attention to everything this time around, and you think about all the trouble he’s clearly gone to in order to plan this all out.

You had no idea that he’d gone food shopping yesterday when you’d gone to meet a friend for lunch, and it was obvious that he’d quickly got to work with the cooking and every other detail when you’d gone out to run a few quick errands earlier today. You aren’t complaining. Absolutely not. You love that he’s planned something so nice out for you both, but you still can’t help but wonder why, even now.

“...Babe? Can I ask you something?”

Setting your glass down, you cast him a smile from across the round table, only to offer him some form of reassurance that it’s nothing for him to worry about. Though he’s bemused, Finn nods and sets his own glass down, then, he props his elbows up on the table, tenting his fingers and resting his hands against his chin.

“‘Course ya can.” he smiles, “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“I was just wondering...what made you want to set this all up? Don’t get me wrong, I love that you did, but...what’s the occas-...oh my god, did I forget our anniversary or something? Shit! No, I can’t have-”

As you trail off, Finn laughs a little. So, that’s some sort of relief. He’s not upset, so you clearly didn’t forget your anniversary, and you know you haven’t forgotten his birthday. You’re still completely clueless, so you give him the opportunity to offer you some idea.

“‘Ya didn’t forget anythin’! I jus’ did it ‘cause I just wanted to treat ya. S’not often I get the chance t’ cook for ya, so...t’ought I’d make the most of it.”

Finn smiles and leans back in his chair, growing quiet for a moment. You’re smiling at what he’s just said, but you can tell there’s something else on his mind. Though, you wait and see if he speaks up to address it first, so you don’t try prying it out of him.

“Actually, uh...there’s somethin’ else, too. Like...another reason behind all’a this.”

Now, you’re seriously confused. If you didn’t forget an anniversary, and it’s neither of your birthdays...what’s he got in mind here? You nod, straightening up in your seat, and you will him to continue.

“...Oh? What is it?”

You ask, and Finn clears his throat, though he doesn’t speak for another moment or two. He appears to be mulling something over, and no matter how badly you want him to speak his mind already, you wait patiently, despite the knots that begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

Finally, Finn smiles, and he slides the palm of his hand across the table, stopping an inch or so short of yours. Then, he slips his hand over yours, and he gives it a light squeeze, and you perceive it as one of reassurance that this is nothing bad, only positive.

“...I love ya. I don’t get ta tell ya enough, ‘least not like this, anyway. Not face ta face, y’know?” Finn smiles, and he gives your hand another squeeze, but slightly tighter this time, “But I’m not done. I got way more I wanna tell ya!”

You chuckle at that, and already, you feel yourself growing emotional. Sappy texts, voicemails, and phone calls from him are one thing, but Finn getting sappy right before your very eyes? Your heart can’t handle it.

“(Y/N), before we met, I t’ought I had everythin’ I could ever want. But I was wrong.”

Finn pauses. Then, his soft gaze meet yours, and he lightly strokes his thumb over the top of your hand. He sighs, contentedly, and you can’t contain the smile that’s bubbling on your lips for much longer.

“I didn’t have you.” Finn’s other hand makes its way across the table, taking hold of your free one, “An’ I know s’not easy wit’ me bein’ on the road a lot, but now I know what life is like wit’ ya, how can I do anythin’ other than spend the rest of it by your side?”

He studies your reaction for any sign of his words dawning on you, and, surely enough, he’s met with an expression of pleasant surprise on your behalf while you replay the words over and over again in your head.

At first, you’re sure it’s wishful thinking. A dream, even. But the sight of Finn slowly raising up out of chair, fishing something out of his pants pocket, and propping himself down on one knee right in front of you, that tells you that, yes, it’s very real.

“You’re the most beautiful, most intelligent, funniest person I know. You’re my today, my tomorrow, my yesterday, an’ my forever.”

Now, you’re getting misty eyed, and he hasn’t even popped the question yet. You don’t even attempt to blink back tears. When they threaten to spill, you simply allow it, and when you speak, your voice is merely a whisper.

“Finn, ask me.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would ya make me the happiest man alive? Will ya marry me?”

He asks, opening up the small box he holds in his palm to reveal a rather impressive - not to mention expensive - looking ring. You’re no expert, but judging by the look of it, you want to say that it’s a platinum band. You aren’t sure precisely how many carats, but you do know that it’s arguably one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you’ve ever seen.

Crying tears of sheer happiness, you push your chair back and drop to your knees, unable to nod your head fast enough to get your answer across to him. Finn gently raises his hand to your face to brush the tears away, then, he pulls you in for a tender kiss that lasts until you both absolutely have to draw back for some air.

You giggle to yourself, and you cast your eyes downwards to look at your hand while he’s slipping the ring onto your finger. Finn flashes you a megawatt smile, and you mirror him, not letting the smile fade, even when your cheeks begin to hurt.

“So…’m takin’ it that’s a ‘yes’?”

Finn asks, and you nodd, framing his face with your hands while you go to pull him in for yet another kiss.

Stirring into consciousness, you groggily roll over to face your boyfriend’s side of the bed. He’s still currently sound asleep, and you smile to yourself as you admire the view. He looks so at peace, so…angelic, even. Cautious not to wake him, you gently raise a hand to reach out and gently touch his face, grazing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“…‘m awake.”

Finn mumbles after a moment or two. He reassures you that you hadn’t woken him up, scooting closer to you once his eyes are open and he’s woken up a little. You smile and chuckle at the way dark tufts of hair stand out like soft spikes on the side of his head, and even though you know it’s doomed to fail, you attempt to smooth them down regardless.

“Morning, handsome.” you hum, going in to softly peck him on the lips, “Looks like somebody slept well.”

Finn chuckles and nods a little, being the one to initiate a kiss between you both this time around once he stretches and groans.

“Like a baby, actually.” he sighs and directs a smile towards you, “C’mon, we’d better get up. Draft night tonight.”

With that, Finn sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and you prop yourself up on an elbow, laying on your side as you look him up and down. You felt so lucky. So proud that you were able to call him yours. And the best part of it all? You had no qualms that he felt the exact same way towards you.

Once you two had gone about your day, beginning with breakfast, then gymming it together, along with other activities in between, you two were making your way to the NXT Performance Center. Tonight was something huge for both Finn and yourself. Huge for him, because he’d be finding out if he’d made the main roster or not, and huge for you, because…well, you’re his biggest supporter. Everything he was feeling while he was waiting around, you were feeling, too. All of the nerves, mixed with a dash of excitement. While you sit around and wait for names to be called out, you clutch onto Finn’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Whatever happens, I’m so proud of you.” you tell him, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, “You’ve been busting your ass for this. You deserve it.”

He flashes you a smile, but he’s visibly uncertain, and you don’t like this look on him. At all. You go to give him more words of encouragement and reassurance, but there is total silence throughout the room. This is it. The moment of truth.

“Finn Balor! You’re going to Monday Night Raw!”

Cheers fill the room, and Finn releases his hold on your hand to leap up out of his seat, throwing his fist up in the air in victory. You soon find yourself up on your feet, too, joining him in celebrating. Finn pulls you into a tight embrace before he kisses you, beaming and chuckling against your lips in delight.

“See? Told you!” you laugh when he pulls back, “You deserve this!”

Finn grins in response, basking in the ‘you deserve it!’ chants filling the room that sound from his fellow superstars, and he smiles to you sweetly.

“You’ve done nothing but support me and encourage me the whole way.” he cups your face and barely whispers, “Thank you. For everything. I love ya.”

“I love you, too.” you beam, closing the distance between your lips and his, kissing him tenderly, “And…you know, I kind of took a chance on making dinner reservations for us both in advance…”

You grin sheepishly, and Finn chuckles whilst rolling his eyes at you.

“Oh, of course ya would.”

He smiles, and you hum and shrug.

As I fiddle with the corset on top of my dress, I notice Finn pop into the kitchen. “BMO I was thinking, what if Jackrabbit Johnson wears two— He pauses and stops in his tracks. “Finn? You good, buddy?” I ask, concerned, while walking towards him, taking note of his cheeks that are dusted with red. The fake mustache is noticeable on his face; it looks like it had been drawn on with a marker, which makes me laugh a bit thinking about it.

“Y-yeah, I’m great! We should probably get going, right?” He stumbles over his words a bit but quickly regains his composure. I sigh thinking about the long journey it’ll take to get to the waiting spot. “Hmm, you’re probably right. Let’s get going dude.”

Finn grabs the basket and holds out a hand for me. “M’lady.” He says, giving me a small wink. Which looks more like a blink due to his eyepatch. I laugh and take his hand, using the other one to hold up my dress. Waving goodbye to BMO, Finn leads us out of the treehouse. We thought it’d be best to leave early in the morning since we had no clue when this adventure would end.

Pale purples and blues paint the early morning sky, while fluffy clouds begin to roll in. The sun begins to rise, adding a beautiful orange into the mix of soft colors, making it look like a delicate painting. My hair and dress begin to flutter and sway due to the cool breeze rolling in. “It’s a gorgeous morning today, right?” I question while not taking my eyes off of the view in front of me.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous.” I hear him say. Unknowing that the words that left his mouth weren’t directed towards the morning sky.

We finally arrive at Dirtwater Flat. It took us a few hours to get here, but it was nice to get to talk to Finn and catch up. We attempt to play a few games to pass the time. “Rock, paper, scissors…SHOOT!" We both exclaim. I sigh in defeat, having Finn beat me with his rock sign.

“Gosh darn it! How are you so good at this, dude?” I say dramatically, throwing a hand over my forehead.

He chuckles and shrugs, putting his hands behind his head. “I’ve been around, ma’am. I’ve played these games with all kinds of cowboys.” He says, attempting to do a country accent. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach.

“You know, I really missed getting to hang out with you like this, Finn.”

He looks at me and gives me a nervous smile. “Me too, Y/N. I’m sorry we haven’t gotten to see each other much. I’ve been dealing with a whole lot of crazy biz.” He sighs and looks down, giving off a tired and seemingly defeated aura.

I frown and scoot closer to him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself to me, dude. I know all about crazy biz.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Finn. It’s okay, I promise you. I’ve been doing just fine without you.” I joke and playfully hit his shoulder. His smile starts to come back, but I can still see a hint of hesitancy on his face.

As the day goes on and turns into evening, the heat begins to get stronger. The heat from the sun was killing me, and this darn dress wasn’t making it any better. “How long do you think we’ll be out here for?” I ask Finn while wiping the sweat off my forehead. He plops down next to me after finishing off another sandwich. “Your guess is as good as mine, Ms. Cottontail.” He says, grabbing another sandwich from the basket and handing it to me. I chuckle and grab it from him, taking a bite from it.

I prop myself up against the rock we’ve been hiding behind for shade. As the sun sets, the heat begins to die down as well. I take off my crown and put my hair up to cool off.

“I don’t think I was able to tell you before, but that dress looks amazing on you.” Finn says while sheepishly looking away. I feel my face grow hot with his small compliment. ‘I doubt he means anything by it; he always compliments the other princesses.’

“Well, thank you, sir. I guess you aren’t as bad as all the other bandits, huh?” I laugh and pull my knees up to my chest. He laughs at my attempt to play along with our characters.

“Y/N... I actually wanted to tell you something ever since this morning.” His voice trembles as he tries to push his words out.

“What’s up, dude?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you that I—“

Then everything becomes pitch black, and I slip into unconsciousness.

I wake up to the sound of fire crackling and someone's voice.

“Getting kicked out of the guild of assassins? Check.”

“Capturing my first bounty and lost princess? Check.”

“Going to Finn and Jake’s treehouse and getting revenge? Unchecked.”

“Finn and Jake’s treehouse? Why do you want to get revenge?”

Our captor reveals themself as Me-Mow. Before Finn could ask more questions, BMO and Jake finally arrived and blew our cover. They distract each other, which gives me enough time to try to whip out my dagger and cut us loose. Before I can grab it, sparks from the fire burn through Finn’s ropes and set him free.

He puts a finger to his lip, indicating for me to be quiet. He unties me and grabs my waist, hoisting me off of the horse. I get close to his face and kiss his cheek.

“My hero.” I whisper into his ear.

His face gets red, and he avoids making eye contact with me. “N-no problem, p-princess.” He stutters out. Before I can make fun of him for it, we hear yelling.

“I’m coming for you!”

Before Me-Mow can actually get to BMO, Finn comes up behind them and hits them over the head with a rock.

Once they’re knocked out, we ride back to the Candy Kingdom to put our “bounty hunter” behind bars.

“So…Finn.” I started

“What is it that you wanted to tell me before we got knocked out?”

Finn’s face became red, and he started wiping his hands on his shirt.

“I…just wanted to t-tell you that, uhm…”

“todaywas greatandIreallymissedhangingoutwithyouandIkinda sortaofloveyoualot!” He exclaims, putting his hands over his face and groaning.

I gently grab his hands from off his face and hold them. Inching towards him so much so that I can feel the heat from his face.

“I had a lot of fun today too, Finn. It was fun getting to hang out, just the two of us.” I say as I put my hand on his cheek and close whatever distance was left between us. I place my lips on his and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Our faces part, and he stands there, starstruck, trying to think of something to say.

“I kinda sorta love you a lot too.” I laugh and punch his chest.

He stands still in disbelief, mouth agape.

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe then we can go on a proper date without getting captured.” I smirk, starting to walk away, but I turn around to kiss him one more time.

“Y-yeah! Don’t count on it though!” Finn yells behind me and laughs, still in a daze, watching as I walk away.

Not my images obviously! I don't own Adventure Time. This is just my lil idea for an x reader 😛