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Morning, Love (a Finn Balor fic)

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warnings: smut (writer’s first time so it may be terrible), sexy and romantic Fergal Devitt, OFC, mentions of Finn Balor and a title shot (cause WWE ain’t givng us one and I’m petty), Fergal saying the word ‘lass’ cause I couldn’t think of anything else? Enjoy! (and his real name....cause yeah)

    Sophia moaned as she rolled over. A smile spread across her lips as she remembered the previous night. 

    Sophia had never seen Fergal like this. He was on fire with rage at Bray Wyatt’s latest stunt. Fergal needed a title shot. The Intercontinental Title would have been good for him. Sophia jumped back as Fergal stomped through gorilla on his way back to his dressing room. Sophia watched as he stopped and looked back at her. Blue eyes met blue eyes as Fergal crooked his finer at her, motioning for her to follow him. Sophia hesitated. “Now is not the time to disobey me, lass.” Fergal growled. Sophia moved to follow him, and they walked towards his dressing room. Fergal flung open the door and they walked inside. Shutting the door, Sophia watched as Fergal paced, trying to calm himself. 

    “Sit, Fi, please.” Fergal motioned to the small couch. Sophia sat down, watching him like a hawk. This was not her Fergal. This wasn’t even Finn Balor. The latter part of his character was coming through. “Calm yourself, Fergal.” Sophia said quietly. “Deep breaths.” Fergal took a deep breath in and out. He stared Sophia down. “Get a shower, Ferg. You’ll feel better.” Sophia got up to leave. Ferg panicked. “No! Please, stay Fi. I want you to stay with me right now.” “O...k.” Sophia said as she sat back down. They looked at each other for moment. “I…I’ll be back.” He said.

      Fergal kept a hand on Sophia’s knee the whole drive back to the hotel. He moved to the small of her back as they walked into the hotel and rode the elevator up to their floor. Once they exited, Sophia turned to go to her room. Even though they are together, WWE didn’t let talent and production team members to room together. “Fi…look at me.” Fergal said softly. Sophia turned to look at him. “I want you…I want you right now.” “Ferg…” “Please, sweet.”

     Sophia knew then that it was Balor that she was dealing with. Fergal never called her sweet; he preferred love. When he was feeling cocky, he called her doll. Sweet was dangerous. She said nothing; she just followed him to his room. It was easier than trying to fight Fergal’s darker side. Sophia watched him as she walked through the door that Fergal was holding open for her. She heard the door shut and snick of the lock behind her. Fergal sprang into action. His hands roamed her body, lips kissing her everywhere they could touch. “Ferg…” Sophia breathed. “You are to call me Sir for now, sweet.” Fergal growled. “Now let me show you how good I’m going to make you feel.”

    Sophia loved every minute of Fergal’s darker side. It was slow and hard, restrained and bruising. Her orgasm was one of the best ones she had in her life. Round two had brought out Fergal’s cocky side, feeling high after making her scream the first time. His cocky side was fast and intense. Pleasure came quick for them both. 

    She opened her eyes and looked over at the man next to her. Fergal was still fast asleep, covered in marks of his own that had come from the challenge of making round two as good for him as round one had been for her. He looked beautiful as a portrait of cream, crimson, and violet. Sophia turned on to her side to fully look at him. Her eyes raked over his body. His face, free of stress and anger, looked angelic. She knew otherwise, of course. No angel acted like the way he did last night. Sophia smiled as she counted the marks on his chest. Make up and Stephanie would kill both her and Fergal but they were worth it.  “Mmm.” She moaned quietly as she stretched out, moving her muscles and testing the soreness she was sure had settled in from last night.  “You alright there, lass?” asked a raspy voice and sleepy Fergal. Sophia looked over at him and his half opened blue eyes were staring at her. She smiled. 

      “Yes. Pleasantly sore is all.” She answered.  “Mmm, I’m glad.” He said as he studied her neck. “Though you do look a bit like a leopard. “So do you.” She teased back. Fergal chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His lips moved to the crook of her neck. “Care to go again?” “I don’t know if my body will handle any more. That last round was pretty quick.” She said. Fergal looked up at her for a moment before rolling on top of her, his body pinning hers to the bed. “I’ll be gentle this time, Fi. No fuck session. It’s time I made love to you properly.” He stated. His eyes searched hers. Sophia looked back. She could see the love in his eyes. “Tell me how you feel, Ferg.” “I want to love you, Fi. Will you let me love you?” “Yes.” “Good.” Fergal said before he lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers. Fergal deepened the kiss as he pulled her impossibly close to him; their bodies flush against each other. 

   “Mm, I’m gonna explore you, find out what makes you come undone. Then I’m going to do it again and again and again.” He whispered into her neck before attaching his lips to her neck. Sophia gasped as she felt teeth graze her already bruised skin. She felt him smile as his lips kissed a trail down between her breasts. “Ferg…” She moaned. “Shhh, love.  So beautiful like this, so fucking beautiful. It’s intoxicating.” He whispered before taking a nipple into his mouth. Sophia arched into the sensation. His mouth was a sin in itself, teasing and warm. His tongue danced circles around the sensitive nub before he moved his mouth to the other nipple. “Fergal…” Sophia gasped out. “Breathe, love. It’s only going to get better.” He teased. “Then quit teasing me.” She said. Fergal looked at her with a grin on his face. “Say it, Fi. I want to hear you say it.” “Make love to me, Fergal.”

    Fergal sat up and placed his hands on her knees. He pushed at them gently and Sophia let them fall. He situated himself between them. She could feel the heat from him as he pressed against her core. Sophia moaned as he entered slowly, allowing her to savor the stretch. Fergal pressed his forehead to hers. “Fuck.” He said. “You feel so good, love.” Sophia’s back arched again as he began to move; the roll of his hips was slow and sensual. It was a much- needed change from last night. She felt every snap; every place he hit was perfect. This was her Fergal- calm and steady. His hands left trails of fire as they moved up her arms to hold her hands. They moved together, inching towards the edge. Sophia could feel the familiar tightening in her abdomen. Fergal’s thrusts were becoming more erratic. “Cum with me, Fi.” He whispered before kissing her deeply. He stilled as they came together; Sophia shuddered underneath him. Breaking the kiss, Fergal pressed his forehead to hers as they gasped for air. He kissed her forehead before pulling himself away from her, falling onto his back next to her. They laid there for a moment, sated and happy, before Fergal gathered her up and pulled her to him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Sophia chuckled at the action.

“Something funny. Fi?”

“No. I just feel…oh, jelly legs, Ferg. I feel wonderful.” She said as she looked up at him. He smiled down at her. 

“Good, love. Savor this feeling. I’m going to make you feel like this for as long as you will let me.” “Forever work for you?” She asked. He smiled as he pecked her on the lips. “Of course, love. I belong to you, now. I’ll

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