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Bow To Your King (Finn Balor/OC smut)

Summary: Finn and OC go to a halloween party and Finn gets jealous of her and Seth flirting. Demon King comes out and smut ensues. ;)

Requested by: @boo20015me

(A/N: Happy Halloween everyone! Here’s your daily dosage of spooky smut thx to my basic ass. This was my first request ever, and I hope I did it justice. Yolo I guess :P. Stay spooky!)

The blaring tones of the bass coming through the speakers shook Brooke Matoic’s body as she walked into the front door of Roman Reigns’ home and into The Shield’s annual Halloween party with her boyfriend, Finn Balor, on her arm. A week prior, when she had received their invites from one Dean Ambrose, Brooke had decided to have their costumes be related in some way.

When she told him, she had wanted them to go as something cute. He declined and told her that he didn’t want to go, and that he just wanted to spend his night with her alone. But one look from her to him with those damned puppy eyes made his insides go soft, and Finn finally accepted.

So that is why they both strolled into the party wearing matching Grease costumes, with Brooke dressed as Sandy and Finn as Danny. Her eyes started to light up at the various decorations The Shield boys put up around the room and house. There were black and orange streamers and balloons everywhere, and it smelled like pumpkin spice. She saw some small jack-o’-lanterns littering the floor, and even some fake skeletons holding hands lining the walls.

She yelled and grabbed Finn’s hand to start leading him into the crowds of people. “Oh my god, Finn! This is so festive! Let’s go see if any of our friends are here.” He mumbled something about how this was unfair, but Brooke couldn’t hear him over the music. She spotted two of her best friends, Nikki and Brie Bella, chatting with each other and ran towards them smiling.

“Hey, girl! You are looking fierce tonight! Who’re you impressing, cause it sure ain’t us!” Nikki twirled her around before hugging her tightly. Brie’s costume was a cute Minnie Mouse getup, while her sister just opted for a sleeveless floor length black gown. “You look absolutely gorgeous, baby! I love the Sandy costume. It suits you.” She let go of her so that she could show off her curves in the tight black outfit. Brooke’s curls fell over the right side of her face in a romantic manner, and her dark red heels added some extra height to her figure.

Watching this, Finn smirked. He knew that when they left, she would be punished for dragging him here. And that punishment would be very pleasant for both of them. Before his mind could delve deeper into his own sexual fantasy, Finn started to feel his pants tighten around his bulge. Fuck, he cursed as he looked down at the slowly awakening hard-on that he acquired. All of this just because she wore black. Maybe she should wear it more often.

He adjusted his jeans and started to nibble on his bottom lip, trying to resist the urge to drag Brooke into a closet and show her not to tease him like this. Finn started to move towards her, but was cut off by a hulking figure dressed as a knight.

“Good evening, ladies! And to you too, Ms. Matoic! Has this party been up to your liking?” The person’s face was covered by a mask, but was revealed to be Seth Rollins in all his glory after it was taken off. He took Brooke’s hand and kissed it,with her holding her own blushing face with the other.

Nikki was the first to say something to the man. “How ironic. The ‘Kingslayer’ came here as our knight in shining armor.” She and Brie snickered at the elaborate outfit he had on, including a foam sword and shield.

“Ha ha ha. You’re very funny, Nikki. At least this fair haired maiden here cares for my heroic efforts.” He turned to face Brooke with a smirk on his face and bowed deeply. She grabbed his arm and brought him up so that he faced her once again.

“Come on, ya big nerd. Let’s go have some fun. This is a party, after all.” She waved goodbye to the Bella Twins and walked away with Seth on her arm, chuckling at his previous actions. All the while, Finn was staring holes into the back of Rollins, who was currently talking excitedly to his girlfriend about a new storyline that Creative was giving him.

“I mean, I’m just trying to take everything in again. I’m back with my brothers, I’m a champion and the WWE Universe loves every bit of it. I’m just trying to be the guy they want me to be.”

Brooke put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Sethie. You really have come far, and you deserve all of this.” She pulled the man into a warm embrace and rested her head on his shoulder.

After a couple of moments, she opened her eyes to see her lover seething, jaw clenched with jealousy. Brooke smirked at him and his slightly hunched form, and concocted a plan for him. She knew Finn was a protective man, and a possessive one at that. So she decided to toy with him for a bit and have a little fun.

She released Seth from the hug and slowly dragged her index finger down his plastic chestplate. “So, what’re you doing after the party’s over?” she asked with the mischievous smirk she plastered on to her face.

This is bound to interesting.

“I don’t know yet,” he chuckled, “but I might have a clue.” He leaned his left hand on the wall behind her and put the other to her cheek. She put her hands back onto his shoulders and brought him close to her body. Brooke’s right hand slid up his neck and buried it’s way into Seth’s dark locks.

She whispered in his ear, “Maybe when we’re done here, we could head back to your place and have some… fun.” As they leaned their heads together, a deep Irish voice suddenly materialized next to his ear.

“That’s enough outta you, Seth.”

He turned around to see a furious Finn Balor growling lowly, pupils dilated and eyes trained on the man in front of him. His grip on Seth’s arm crinkled the plastic that laid there, with said man’s face going white and looking scared for his life. He grabbed his wrist and yanked him away from Brooke, her still sporting a smug looking grin on her face.

Finn pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “So, you decided ta ditch me for this bastard, eh? You should know better than ta tease me, let alone in public”

“I was just having a little chat with Seth over here, until you came in and ruined it”, she replied, blowing away one of her curls.

He stepped even closer to her, their lips almost touching but not quite. He looked her in her eyes once more and said, “Now here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna walk outta that door, an’ we’re gonna go home,” he licked his lips devilishly, “because you’re gonna get punished, baby girl.”

Brooke moaned lightly at his words and tugged on his leather jacket sleeve. “Please, baby. Let’s go now please.” She looked at him with her signature doe eyes, but he was unfazed.

“Oh no, baby girl. You don’t make the orders here. I do,” he growled at her and pulled away from her slightly trembling form. Grabbing her wrist, they made their way swiftly through the crowds of people drinking and dancing, leaving behind two confused Bella Twins and a ghostly looking Seth Rollins.

Brooke and her angry boyfriend made it through the front door and to their shared car, all without her tripping in her three-inch shoes. He got into the driver’s seat, then gave her a look that screamed get in the fucking car. So she obeyed, not wanting to get him even angrier than he already was. He put the car in gear and pulled away from Roman’s home, staring blankly ahead with a fire in his eyes.

“Listen, Finn. I really didn’t mean to -”

“Don’t you say a fuckin’ word.”

She quickly closed her mouth and turned away from him, looking out the window instead. Another 30 minutes had passed until they finally reached their home. Finn slammed the door open and stormed inside the house, Brooke following shortly after getting out and closing the driver side door.

She went inside to see her lover standing in the corner of their living room, eyes dark and trained on her body. She noticed that his leather jacket was draped on top of one of the nearby chairs and that his shoes were lying randomly on the floor. He was suddenly on her, pinning both of her arms against the wall behind her.

“What… the fuck… was that shit back there, Brooke?” he breathed. He clenched his jaw and waited for her to answer. Her sly look was all he needed to know.

She told to him sweetly, “I told you at the party that I wasn’t doing anything. I was just talking to my friends, when you showed up looking like the biggest downer there.” she giggled lightly to herself when she saw his face grow an even deeper shade of red.

“That ova there didn’t look like any ‘friendly chat’ to me, love,” he said, dragging out the nickname he gave her. “Now be a good girl, and tell me what happened.”

“It. Was. Nothing.”

“Maybe I shoulda listened ta Lynch when she told me about ya. She always said you were a lying, cheating bitch,” Finn spoke with a grin of his own. “She told me to go out an’ find myself anotha’ girl. ‘One who wouldn’t leave me for another dick ta hop on’ were her words, I believe. But I neva’ listened to her complaints because I trusted you.”

He pressed her against the wall, slipping one of his massive legs in between her own. “But I guess I was wrong, because it seems like you want to fuck every single fuckin’ guy on the RAW roster now, doesn’t it? Just like the slut you are”

Brooke ceased her small giggle fit to process this sudden information. Great, now I have to find Becky and beat her ass tomorrow morning. She ripped her arms out of Finn’s iron grip and made her way to the stairs leading to the 2nd floor. “Well if I’m such a lying, cheating bitch, then I’ll go to someone who appreciates all of my bitchiness. Someone like Seth.”

His body immediately froze, and he turned around to face her. “What’d you say, love? I couldn’t hear you the first time.” His expression was cold, just like his body language.

She smirked once again and told him with confidence, “Exactly. He’s sweet, has an amazing body, he’s an adorable nerd, and I bet that he could do a ton better than you at sex. Have you seen him? He’s probably a sex god.”

Brooke swished her hips as she walked towards him. “So you can go back and get your petty little flamethrower, Becky, so I can find a real man instead of a boy like you, Finn.” She tapped him on his nose and with a quick boop, she turned away to leave. But his reflexes were too quick, and he caught her elbow right away.

“Hey, you fucker! Let go of my arm!” She turned to slap him, but something caught her off guard. He chuckled at her and looked down, closing his eyes. This situation didn’t feel right, and she could feel it in the atmosphere of the house.

“Oh, Brooke. Sweet, sweet, innocent Brooke. You don’t realize what you’ve just done. And now you’re gonna regret it.”

As she tried to get a closer look at him, he took his gaze from off of the floor and his head rose. She then noticed that Finn’s eyes weren’t the light blue that she fell in love with the day they had met.

No, those eyes were a deep red, like fresh blood spilling from an open wound. They were wicked. They were demonic. They were intense.

And they were staring right at her.

He let his unoccupied hand drift from his side to her neck and cupped it. This was not Finn, her sweet and kind boyfriend. This was someone else. Someone new. Same face and overall body, but just different in a way that she could not explain. She knew his name, though.

Brooke had heard of the Demon King from the various superstars on the roster, but has never come face to face with him. The stories she has heard made him seen cruel, stone cold, and anger personified. The things she’s seen him do to people was shocking. He was the embodiment of Hell. And now she knew why.

“Balor.”

Her voice quivered with unexpected fear as those crimson eyes lit up with some type of sick joy. “That’s right, darling. Now, we’re gonna head upstairs to the bedroom so you can receive your punishment for that shit you pulled earlier.”

He laughed out loud when he heard her gasp out in a mix of fear and sexual need. “I’m gonna show ya that I’m the better man when it comes ta yo. Especially when it comes to sex, love,” he leaned in close to her ear, “because no mere man can best a demon.”

She whimpered after he finished speaking, rubbing her thighs together to try and null the ache between them. Balor lifted her up and draped her over his shoulder. When he started to ascend up the stairs, she debated whether or not shoe would push him just a little bit more, but chose not to. He had already let the Demon take over, and she also loved living and didn’t want to die so young.

The whole journey to their bedroom was deathly quiet, and the only thing filling that void was the sound of his footsteps sharply hitting each step. They soon reached the door and Balor’s foot soon kicked it open. Brooke was then tossed onto the bed, her body bouncing as she landed. He stared at her shaking, fear ridden form and smiled. Slowly, he crawled over her and pinned her wrists to the mattress. Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Brooke? Are you gonna listen to what I say?”

She quickly nodded and he gave her a sincere smile, but it was wiped away quickly and replaced with something more sinister. “Good,” he moved close to her face, “and now we’re gonna have some fun.”

Balor closed the distance between their lips and smashed them together in a fit of anger and lust. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and she moaned when she felt his teeth bite and pull at her bottom lip. She whined when he pulled away, but one of his hands slid down from her pinned wrists and roughly latched onto her left breast.

His mouth made a slow journey away from hers and down her jaw, sprinkling light, teasing kisses along the way. He knew what he was doing; the relentless teasing was just a build-up. He was going to make her writhe, and beg, and plead for forgiveness. He was going to make Brooke sorry for ever bringing him out.

He continued his barrage of kisses down her face until he reached the pulse point on her neck. ‘Good…’ he thought as he scraped his teeth along it, drawing more noises from the lady beneath him.

His mouth latched onto her pulse point and started to suck a dark hickey into her neck. The thought of being marked by the Demon King and showing it off as a badge of honor made her feel even more aroused, sending small gushes of her fluids out of her.

He pulled away to see the large bruise on the side of her neck and smiled. Balor kept moving around her neck and upper shoulders, creating hickeys of various sizes as he went along. Another wanton moan ripped through her body as the “man” above her commanded her to then strip down to her underwear in front of him. He leaned back up and removed his hands from her body, which was still tingling with pleasure.

He fully removed himself from her body, Brooke’s thoughts couldn’t fully process the situation at hand. ‘Holy fuck. That felt amazing.’ She was too busy being in her own head and her lust, that when Balor snapped his fingers in her face, she quickly snapped out of her fantasies to focus on him.

“I said strip for me, you fuckin’ whore. You wanna act like one, so you’re gonna be one,” he spoke angrily. She maintained eye contact with him as she moved off the mattress to stand in front of him. Her top was the first to come off, then she unbuckled her belt to remove her tight black pants. All that was left on her body was her matching strapless bra and underwear. The set was dark red, the same color as Balor’s eyes, and had black lace patterns all over.

He growled lowly at the sight she had presented to him. Moving closer, he removed the white t-shirt he was wearing and saw her gaze drop from his face to his chest. She had always loved his body and his overall figure, but something about tonight made it seem extra special. That night, in his demonic state, he looked beautiful.

His hands moved their way to her shoulders and shoved her down so that she was on her knees looking up at him. His body radiated dominance, and she drank in that image like it was the last thing she would ever see.

“Tonight is my night, darling, and I’m the one in control. You are my whore, my slut, and you gonna get treated like one. Is that clear?” He looked at her once, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Ba-”

He grabbes a handful of her curly locks and yanked her head back. The sudden sting of her hair being tugged made Brooke cry out, but Balor was having none of it.

“No no no. Good sluts don’t speak. Ya only need to pleasure me. Now tell me again: am I clear?” he grunted. The room was filled silence for a couple moments until she finally nodded her head in agreement.

“Good,” he smirked, “now you know what to do.”

He gripped her hair in a ponytail and shoved her face toward the crotch of his jeans. She ran her palms up and down his clothed thighs, and placed the zipper between her teeth. As she pulled it down, she was suddenly face to face with a very large bulge in Balor’s boxers.

Her hands dipped inside them and pulled out his already hard cock, tip and shaft a startling red color and dripping pre-come. She licked her lips as she held it in both of her fists, slowly stroking it and looking back at Balor.

“Suck.”

The command rang out in her ears and she was glad to comply. She pumped slowly before bringing the head between her lips and sucking hard once, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him. There was none. Brooke lowered her mouth to his shaft and started to bob her head along his length.

Balor groaned at the feeling of her warm mouth surrounding his cock and rocked his hips towards her face. She pulled away and dipped her tongue into the slit, pulling more noises out of him. The look on his face when she looked up made her suck even harder, trying to draw him closer to his climax.

His grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her back onto his length making her gag. “That’s right,” he cooed, “choke on my cock like the good whore you are.” Her nose was pressed against his smooth pelvis, and she was breathing heavily to try and not gag too much.

Balor started fucking her mouth, taking one hand away from her hair to hold her neck and the other yanking it back to give himself a better angle. The only noises that filled the room were the sounds of his hips hitting her mouth and her obvious gags. She moaned around him and he held her head against him once again.

He felt the coil in his lower abdomen start to tighten when she started squeezing and playing with his balls. “I’m gonna come soon, love. I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours, and you’re gonna swallow it all. Am I clear?” his deep Irish accent sent waves of newfound arousal down her spine. She grunted a muffled “yes” and his hips started to pick up speed and move faster.

Brooke removed her hands from his balls and placed them back onto his thick thighs, giving Balor full control over her mouth and throat. Every time she deepthroated his length and hollowed out her cheeks to take it in, he growled and came closer and closer to his orgasm.

She looked back up at his crimson irises for a final time with her famous doe eyes, and that image is what sent him over the edge. “Fuck, I’m about to come, slut. You better fuckin’ swallow it all or you ain’t comin’ at all tonight,”he muttered as his body shook with pleasure.

Brooke nodded at Balor, giving him the go-ahead to dump his come down her throat. His body shook once before groaning loudly, thick streams pouring down her throat in heavy spurts. She happily swallowed it all, leaving no remnants behind. He lessened his hold on her hair and with a slight ‘pop’, she cleaned his cock of any stray droplets of come.

“Damn, baby girl. For a whore, you sure know how to use your mouth right,” he breathed. He ran his hand through his hair, jeans and boxers hanging low on his hips and exposing those lovely hip bones. Brooke sat back on her knees, waiting for his next command as he took off his clothes in one go, and kicked them off into a corner. Her core and inner thighs were getting extremely uncomfortable, with every movement she made sending currents up her body.

She shuffled in her spot on the floor and whimpered towards Balor. He saw her body and noticed the mess she started to make on the floor with her slick. “Well, well, well,” he purred, “what do we have here? Writhing around like a bitch in heat. Don’t worry, love. I will sate your needs.”

He picked her up and tossed her back onto the bed, landing with a soft thud. Crawling back onto her, he took a moment to drink in how incredibly sexy she looked in her set, but ripped both pieces off in a flash of red and black tears. She opened her mouth to protest his actions, but remembered that she wasn’t supposed to talk.

So she laid there, watching Balor hold the tattered remains of her underwear and drink in her fully naked image. He flipped Brooke over onto her stomach and raising her into her knees. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was still there. He pushed her face down on the bed with a snarl.

“You want my cock, slut? Of course you do. You’re already drippin’ for me,” he said as he dragged his index finger up and down her exposed core. She tried to move her hips so his finger would enter, but he retraced it just as fast. Bringing it to his mouth, he licked it and smiled devilishly. “Whores like you shouldn’t taste this good, but I’ll make an exception.”

He wrapped her hair around his fist again and yanked up. His still hard cock was rubbing against her folds and her untouched clit with each rotation of his hips. He quickly slid his length inside her, drawing more noises out of Brooke. The pace he had set was rough and fast, each time bottoming out inside of her. The sound of hips slapping against each other filled the void in the room, and the noises that came from her mouth went unrestrained.

She whined when his cock rubbed that special spot inside her, and Balor grinned. Her hands, now free, bunched the sheets in front of her as she waited for him to cease his sinful torture on her body. Leaning down, he whispered, “I know you’re about to come, slut. You won’t be doin’ shit until you beg for me.”

He rose, holding her against his chest with a still firm grip on her hair. “I am the better man, and I want ta hear you say it. Tell me all that shit you pulled downstairs was just a way for you to get some dick tonight.” Her face turned red when he said this.

‘I was trying to get some action tonight, but not like this…’ she thought in disbelief. Balor placed his hand on her hip and started to bounce her on his cock. The coil in her body grew tighter and tighter after each passing moment but he refused to let her come, blatantly ignoring her whines of protest.

“Nu-uh, baby girl. Until you realize what you’ve done, I’m never gonna let you come. Hell, maybe I’ll just edge you the entire night. Draw you close to your climax, and then pull away,” his voice was laced with envy. “I know you hate it when I do that.” Hearing this, she sharply turned her head around to see a smug look plastered on his face.

‘That Irish fucking bitch!’

Brooke narrowed her eyebrows at Balor and waited. She couldn’t speak or he wouldn’t let her come. But if she didn’t answer him, he wouldn’t either.

“You can speak now, love, if that’s what you’re wonderin’,” Balor told her, “cause I need to hear that wonderful apology. But if not…” He started to remove his length from her heat slowly, leaving her feeling hollow on the inside.

“No, wait!” she said shakily. She had been right there. She only needed one last push to be sent over that blissful edge. But that tease had just dragged her out and left her, just like he said. Her thighs were trembling as she turned around to face her demonic lover head on.

“I’m sorry, okay! I shouldn’t have messed with you at the party with Seth. I don’t want him. I don’t need him. I only need you. You’re the only man I want to have, to be with, to fuck. Please, Balor, Finn, whoever the fuck is up there in that head of yours. I wanna come, and I’m sorry that I insulted your dominance. Please.” She raised a hand to place it on his shoulder, but he caught it.

“I guess that will suffice for now. Besides,” he flipped her around once more, “I’m the only one who can do this.” He slowly moved his cock inside you once more and Brooke felt that pit in her gut grow. He continued his pace from before, hips pounding into her and whispering dirty little secrets into her ears.

“I’m gonna come, Balor!” Brooke cried. It was getting impossible at this point to delay her climax any further. Her clit was rubbing on the sheets, making her body over-sensitive and shaky.

“Let go for me, love. I’m right behind you anyways.”

He bit into her neck again and that was all she needed to fall. Her back arched and she moaned as the coil inside her finally snapped and her slick dripped onto Balor’s cock. His body shuddered twice before he groaned into your neck and let it go. She whimpered when he pulled his softening dick out of her.

Beads of sweat rolled down both of their bodies and a wave of nausea rolled over her as the erotic high died off. She pushed herself off her stomach and rolled under the covers, and started drifting into a dreamless sleep. The last things she saw were two light blue eyes, and a dazzling smile from her boyfriend Finn.

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