A/N:
This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Only with the five senses instead. One story/girl per sense. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Finn sat still in his seat. He already felt blinded and the show hadn't even started yet. Bayley and Sasha had convinced him to come along to a fashion show that promised to make everyone's sight vibrate and tingle.
The promise hadn't been wrong. Neon colors everywhere no matter where he looked. At first the colors hurt his eyes but he gradually got used to it and started feeling different. A good feeling he couldn't describe. He leaned in close to Bayley.
"Naomi would have loved this," he whispered.
Bayley giggled in return and then shushed him when all the lights died down. It only lasted for a few seconds. Neon lights started up again but this time different. They worked as spotlights for the stage and illuminated the models as they walked out on the runway.
"Wow," he muttered.
He couldn't take his eyes off the woman who was being bathed in neon green. He didn't look at her outfit though. He looked at her. Her platinum blonde hair reached her ass. Her eyes were shining just as green as the neon light. He wasn't sure if she was wearing contacts or if her eyes really were bright green.
"She's beautiful," he whispered.
The model walked the runway several times in different outfits like every other model. Not once did he notice the outfits she wore. He only noticed her. For some reason her eyes found his everytime she walked out there and passed him. When the show was over, all neon lights died down and normal light was turned on.
"Now what?" Finn asked.
"Now we go to the after party," Sasha smirked. "What? Did you think I would drag you to a fashion show without being invited to the after party? Come on, Finn. You know I don't roll that way."
Sasha winked at Finn and he smirked back at her. An after party sounded good. A bodyguard stood waiting by a door to let everyone with an invitation to the after party into the next room. Finn stepped inside and looked around. The light was more toned down in there. Loud music was already playing. Waiters were walking around with champagne glasses. He grabbed one, turned around, and was surprised to find the model with the bright green eyes right in front of him.
"Wow, so they are real?" He asked.
"That's really inappropriate to assume I had them made," she said.
She looked down at her breasts and he felt stupid.
"No, no!" He quickly said. "Your eyes. They shine so damn bright."
She looked up again and smiled at him.
"Yes, they are real. They're actually the reason I was booked for this neon show. The designer went all in searching for models with eyes like gemstones. I'm sure you noticed that with everyone," she said.
"I only noticed you," he said.
She blushed and smiled again. She had to be used to getting compliments as a model but for some reason she seemed shy about it. Maybe she was only used to the forced comments, or cruel comments about her body. He knew models didn't always have it easy. Body shaming was a big thing in their world.
"Hi," he smiled widely. "I'm Finn Balor. I'm a professional wrestler."
"I know. I like wrestling," she said.
"A fan?" He smirked.
"I am," she smirked back. "Of Damian Priest. I loved your match at In Your House, by the way. A shame you beat him."
"You're being mean now," he chuckled.
"You're still better looking than him," she said.
"And I like you again," he grinned. "What's your name, beautiful? I don't mind referring to you as beautiful all evening but I would really like to know your name."
She clicked her tongue and smiled. The two seconds it took for her to answer felt like an eternity.
"Flora," she said.
"And a last name?" He asked.
"You might get it later if you're good," she said.
He smirked and leaned in close to speak lowly in her ear.
"I can be really good," he said. "How good of a boy do you want me to be?"
"Really good," she purred.
"Is there somewhere we can go?" He asked.
She took his hand and guided him through the packed room of party people. She walked through a door that led to a hallway. He followed her blindly down the empty hallway and into what appeared to be a dressing room. She closed the door, locked it and leaned up against it.
"I want you to be really good to me," she said.
He grabbed the short, flowy, lime green dress she was wearing and pulled it off her. He placed a hand on her chest and lightly pushed her up against the door again.
"You are fucking beautiful, Flora," he said. "A sight for sore eyes."
He went down on his knees and slid the black lace thong down her legs. He moved his hands up her thighs to make her spread her legs. He leaned in and ran his tongue up between her folds. She let out a purring sound and ran her fingers through his hair. Something about hearing her purr rather than moan set him on fire. He grabbed her thighs in a tight grip and went to town on her with his tongue. Her purrs soon went into moans that grew louder and louder. She started yanking at his hair but he refused to stop before she fell apart.
"Finn, please!" She cried. "It's too much. It's too good. I can't... I can't..."
She cried out loudly. He held on to her while her entire body shook with pleasure. He slowly stood up with a grin on his face.
"Yes, you could," he said.
"Oh, shut up, you..." She started.
He silenced her with a deep kiss. He managed to open his dress pants while kissing her. He pushed pants and briefs down his legs. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She broke the kiss and gasped when he entered her.
"Fuck, you're big. I was not prepared for that," she said.
"Want me to stop?" He asked.
"Don't you dare!" She growled.
He grinned again and upped the pace with his thrusts. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door. He watched her come undone in all her beauty. He doubted he would see anything that beautiful for a long time. When she opened her eyes again and stared at him with those bright green eyes, he couldn't hold back himself any longer. He gritted his teeth and came without ever taking his eyes off her. A smile slowly crept up on her face. She placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him close for a soft kiss.
"That was amazing," she said.
"It sure was," he said.
"Put me down. I still have to be there for the party to make some connections," she said.
He put her back down and fixed his clothes while she got back into her dress. She picked up her thong and stuffed it in one of his side pockets.
"I like the idea of you being the only man tonight knowing I'm naked underneath," she said.
"Naughty," he smirked.
"And everytime I bend over the slightest, you'll be struggling to gather your thoughts," she said.
"I might have to come find you again before the night is over," he said.
She bit her lip and giggled. He leaned down and kissed her again. One last kiss before they would have to go back to the party and pretend to care about it.
"You're fucking beautiful," he said. "I don't care what happens after tonight. Always remember that your second favorite wrestler finds you beautiful."
"My second favorite is Johnny Gargano," she said.
"Third favorite!" He laughed. "And if you throw in another name, I'm gonna put you over my knee and make you scream so loud that the entire party will know what's going on out here."