Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination
Content/Trigger Warnings: very sexual content. NSFW 18+ ONLY Slight breeding kink.
Note: This is a reimagining of an old fic I posted a long while back. Hope it is enjoyed!
Stranger In My Bed
Just finishing up the cleaning in your kitchen for the evening, you limped to your private bathroom within your bedroom, and prepared for a hot bubble bath in your walk-in tub so you could relax for a bit before bed. Quickly undressing, you stepped into the tub and sat down on the seat, adding your favorite bath oil to the running water. Soon the water had reached your desired level and you shut the water off.
Letting your sadness and troubles melt away along with the tension in your body, you relaxed and let yourself daydream.
It didn't take long for your mind to conjure up a subject.
Your new next door neighbor, Finn.
He'd moved in a few weeks ago and instantly caught your interest due to his devastatingly gorgeous looks. His fade haircut fit him perfectly. A beard and mustache adorned the lower half of his handsome face and seemed to accentuate his bright blue eyes and fair skin.
He was strange though. He was always outside it seemed, staring at your house. Or you, when you were also outdoors.
But his strangeness didn't override his looks. He was intriguing to say the least.
And that Irish accent? To die for, you realized.
"But what would he want with me," you thought out loud.
Here you were, not getting any younger, and disabled to boot.
Due to a car accident years before, you had a severe and permanent limp. Having no family to help you, you struggled on your own, getting your daily chores and other life duties done with much pain and sorrow.
Your life had come to a screeching halt at only twenty-five years of age. You never saw anyone and you rarely left your home.
Now, years later, you spent much of your time daydreaming and wishing your life had gone differently. You wished for someone to save you from all the sadness and loneliness.
"Like it would be Finn to the rescue, though," you scoffed at yourself.
The first time you'd met Finn, he was warm and kind, but you couldn't help but notice him noticing your limp.
Pity. A sad part of your existence.
The only thing you could seem to evoke out of someone, was their pity.
Sighing, you emptied the water out of the tub-it had cooled down to an uncomfortable temperature-and grabbed a towel off the rack as you stood to your feet. You quickly dried off and pulled on your silk robe. Glancing in the mirror, you sighed again. You'd be kind of pretty if it wasn't for the horrible limp.
You rolled your eyes and hobbled into your bedroom where you began preparing your bed for sleep. Tossing aside decorative pillows and pulling back covers, you didn't hear the footsteps behind you.
All of a sudden, a strong arm wrapped around you, trapping your arms to your body. A hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the scream that ripped from your throat.
"Be quiet lovey," an Irish accent spoke softly in your ear. "Save those screams for later."
You knew that voice.
Finn.
You struggled against him but he only held you tighter.
"Now, now, stop the fightin' leannán. It's pointless."
He removed his hand from your mouth and spoke just as you inhaled to scream.
"Labhair gan screadaíl."
To your shock, you couldn't scream after the soft chant of words he spoke. You could only speak in a normal decibel.
"What do you want," you gasped out, still trying to turn so you could see your attacker. To your surprise he allowed you to turn in his hold so that you were facing him. Just as you suspected, it was Finn. He'd covered most of his face with a strange bandanna that had a gaping mouth of teeth on it. But it was unmistakably your neighbor. He was dressed all in black.
You reached up, pulled the bandanna down. "I know who you are, Finn. What do you want," you asked again.
"D'at's easy t' answer," he replied with a confident smirk on his face. "You."
You swallowed hard, a tear spilled down your cheek. "What do you want with me," you asked, still frightened and desperate to scream. But you couldn't.
"Love."
You gaped at him. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm in love with you," he replied. The cocky smile left his face now. "I want a future with you."
"We don't even know each other!"
"Oh, but I do, love. I know ya. I always have."
You tugged again to get free, though it did you no good. "You're scaring me."
"Shh," Finn replied, reaching up and brushing a lock of your hair out of your face. "I'm not here t' hurt ya. I'm here t' claim ya."
This made you struggle anew.
"Bheith fós."
To your horror, your body froze and would not move after Finn spoke. There was something in his Irish incantations that your body couldn't refuse to obey.
"That's a sign you're mine, right there," Finn said, stepping closer to you. "Your body obeys my command."
"You're crazy." You retorted. "This is all… all of it… it's crazy."
"You don't believe me yet?" The cocky smirk was back. "Teacht."
Instantly your body tensed and came unraveled with a sudden orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You moaned and tried to move but still couldn't. "What are you doing to me?" You cried. Your breath came in snatches.
"Making ya mine," Finn said, stepping even closer to you. He was in your personal space now. "And ya are-Mine."
You would have retorted but your hip twinged then and you groaned in pain. "Please, let me move. I have a disability. My hip is hurting."
"May I?" His question was rhetorical as he lowered himself into a crouch and pulled one side of your robe aside, and inspected your offending hip.
"I was in a car accident."
"I know. It was meant to kill you."
"How- What?"
"The accident was no accident," Finn said, running his fingers over your hip bone. "An assassin was sent to kill ya. To keep ya from marryin' me. D'ey knew it would strengthen my kingdom t' have my life mate. He surprised you then by pressing his lips to your skin and kissing your aching joint. He spoke in Irish again and oddly enough, a warmth spread over the limb, and then the pain completely left your hip and leg. And… you could finally move.
"It… It doesn't hurt."
"And ya can walk normally now," Finn smiled warmly. "Try it."
You took a tentative couple of steps forward.
No pain. No limp.
"Oh my God," you gasped. "I can… walk!" You glanced up at Finn. "How… Who are you?"
"I'm the Demon King. And you're my queen."
"Wait….. Whoa… What?"
Finn moved closer to you and pressed up against you, pulling you into his arms. "Shh… You heard me, love. I'm your life mate, as you are mine. It's finally time for you to come home."
"I can't go with you!"
"Why not? What is holding you here, mo grá?" Finn asked, pulling you closer to his chest. "You have not'ing to hold you here. Not'ing. No family. No friends, no social life. No. You're coming with me."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Why wouldn't you," he asked you. "I love you-have watched over you your whole life. Even through the assassination attempt. I can give you everything you've ever wanted."
"But... I don't even know you. I only met you for the first time a few weeks ago. I-"
You were silenced with his finger pressing against your lips.
"Don't you ever get tired of playing it safe? Don't you want-for once in your life-to throw caution to the wind?"
You thought about his questions. If you answered honestly, they were both "yes". But you couldn't admit to that!
"No need to admit it out loud, lovey," Finn said. "I can read your mind."
"You insufferable man! Do I have any right to my privacy, or- Mmm!" You were silenced this time by Finn's mouth on yours. He moved his lips against yours and then slipped his tongue past your lips, tasting you fully. A groan rumbled in his throat as he kissed you. He pulled you closer, began untying the knot in your robe's belt while his mouth played at yours.
You couldn't protest-not a single word. You wanted this too much. What he was offering you, it was too tempting to refuse.
His hands slipped inside your robe, pushing it off your shoulders till it puddled in the floor at your feet. Then he was all over you, nudging you back toward your bed. He cupped your breasts in his hands and leaned downward to them, kissing them softly at first. Then he was nibbling at their peaks, driving you insane. The mattress suddenly bumped into the back of your knees and sent you tumbling to the bed, Finn on top of you.
You began pulling his shirt over his head while he kicked off his shoes and socks, began working on his black jeans, sliding them and his boxer briefs down his sculpted hips and off into the floor. You gaped at his washboard abs and V lines. "You're so gorgeous," you said. "All of you."
"Precisely what I was t'inking while lookin' at you," he replied, his gaze slowly sweeping up and down your body. "An' you're all mine." He gazed into your eyes as he said the last part, eager to hear your response.
Inhaling and exhaling rapidly with so many thoughts going through your head, you finally nodded. "I'm yours."
A soft growl filled the room and then Finn was moving over your body, spreading your legs apart; trapping them atop his muscled shoulders. He kissed up each of your inner thighs and continued doing so till he reached his treasure. Your head fell back against the pillows as his mouth pleasured you. "Oh, Finn, yes," you cried softly, digging your fingers into the bedclothes beneath you. The friction between your legs escalated and you could hear soft smacking sounds of satisfaction coming from Finn. Your body tensed and your hips rolled against Finn's face. Then you erupted and cried out loudly, your body melting against the bed as you climaxed.
Slowly you came back down to earth and breathed heavily as Finn made his way back up to your face. He kissed you, his warm lips moving against yours. Then with a deep groan in his throat his tongue plundered your mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound greedily.
His hips lined up with yours and readied himself at your entrance.
"Pléisiúr amháin. Gan pian."
He breathlessly uttered the words and then slowly slid inside you with a loud groan of pleasure as he gripped your hands above your head.
Being your first time with sex, it shocked you that there was no pain. All you felt was a pleasurable fullness in your lower body. And then it dawned on you that he had spoken an incantation to keep you from feeling pain. And it was that moment that you realized you already loved him. He'd loved you enough to spare you the pain, to heal your limp. How could you not love him in return?
He drew back and slid inside you again, the pleasure quickly building for you both. You moaned as Finn thrusted into you with more force.
"D'at's it, love. Take it," he rasped in your ear. His mouth covered yours then, and he swallowed your cries covetously as he continued to move within you.
"More, Finn, more," your voice broke as you strained to speak-to cry out.
His free hand shifted down between your bodies and stroked you-not roughly, but not gently either.
Suddenly your body was tensing up again, and you freed your hands from his grip, reached down and dug your fingernails into his muscular back as your frame tensed even further. "Oh, my God, Finn!" You screamed as your body released. And before you could even gather a breath, Finn doubled his pace and then your body was tensing again.
"One more, love," Finn growled. "I know you're getting tired, but I need one more come."
Your frame continued to tense and he spoke softly and breathlessly in your ear, "Scíth a ligean agus a bheith fós."
And just like that your body went limp and melted against the mattress, save for Finn holding one of your legs hitched up on his hip. Once more you couldn't move and your approaching orgasm was hitting you all the harder because of the fact.
"Oh, my God," you gasped as your body, and pelvis in particular, quaked and shook. A pleasurable burn grew in your pelvis and rough spasms shook your core. Your head dropped back again and you cried out weakly. Utterly spent.
Finn groaned loudly as his own climax hit him hard. "Gonna get ya wit' child, love." He whispered as he clutched your hips in his hands and shoved himself as far inside you as he could, sending his seed shooting deep into your womb. The force of it brought on a mini climax for you.
Repeatedly nudging his hips impossibly close against yours, Finn emptied inside you every drop he had to offer, none of it spilling.
"I'd wager my next soul that you're pregnant already," He chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.
Warmth spread throughout your body and you looked down at yourself. Your belly was glowing as if a fire was lit on the inside of you.
You gasped, and started to panic till Finn reached down and kissed your stomach. "Shhh. It's just our baby being created."
"I'm pregnant?"
"Yes," Finn replied, with a smile. "Does that make you happy?"
"I never thought I'd be a mother. Yes. Yes, it makes me happy."
"I'm glad." He kissed your forehead. "I say we stay in bed till morning and then we'll get you packed up and ready to leave. And you'll start your new life with me."
"I'm in love with you," you spoke timidly, avoiding his gaze. Your tone full of awe and surprise. "You've given me everything. I really do love you."
"I love you too."
"But how do I love you so quickly? I'm feeling things I've never felt before. It's so intense."
"'Tis because we're life mates, love," he replied. "And we've been apart for years and years. But it's finally time for us to be together."
"You'll never leave me?"
"And you'll never leave me. I'll spend my eternal life making sure you're so happy you won't even t'ink of it."
You pulled his face down to yours. "I'm yours for as long as you want me."
"How about we start with forever," Finn retorted, lowering his face the rest of the way to yours and bestowing you with a heartstopping kiss that had you wanting him all over again.
And who was the king to deny you anything?...
THE END