Finn Balor Oneshots

The Bet

This fic is inspired from a real life bet I lost and the consequences I faced. Life tip guys, never get into football as it'll ruin your life and never bet on football as it will bite you in the ass.
(Just kidding not kidding). Enjoy!

*smut*

Finn and I were on the edge of our seats. It was the Euro 2016 final between Portugal and France. As the time neared the end of the standard 90 minutes, we each took a deep breath. It was a tradition for us to watch football at my house. He was the one who helped turn my basement into a football den. Finn tapped my knee to get my attention.

"Since we're going to extra time, how about we make this a little more... Interesting?" He grinned.

"You know I can't turn down a good football bet, name your conditions!" I grinned back.

"If your France win, I'll get you Clasico tickets with great seats but if my Portugal win.... I get a lap dance." His blue eyes pierced through me and I get a shiver run down my spine at his words.

We always had a flirty banter between us and lately things had been a bit more.... Intense.

"I accept! Be ready to cough up those expensive tickets when France win!"

*********30 minutes of extra time later*******

I held my head in my hands with despair as I blinked back tears. France had lost, Portugal had won with one goal and I had to see my team break down on the pitch.

I let out a staggered breath as Finn jumped and whooped with celebration, his black shirt riding up as he threw his hands in the air. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and placed his head against mine softly.

"I'm sorry about your boys, darling." His Irish lilt sounding more sensual than usual. I let out a deep sigh and turned to face him with a small smile.

"A bets a bet, go get comfy in your chair and I'll go get myself ready." I pushed at his arm gently and went upstairs to my room.

Opening my closet I walked in and began to browse my various lingerie sets. I settled on a blue and black lacy number with bow accents at the straps and between the cups.

Giving myself a once over, I fluffed my hair, spritzed myself with perfume and blew myself a kiss.

I cautiously walked downstairs and found the room predictably empty. Taking a deep breath I descended the steps into the well lit basement and heard Finn gasp.

"Oh shit Y/N you look so fucking good, good enough to eat actually." His voice got noticeable huskier toward the end and he was shifting in his chair curiously. He had stripped his shirt and trousers and sat there in his boxers. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I thought I was supposed to be the half naked one?" I giggled.

"Thought of showing my support for you, you know, be a good friend." His grin was infectious.

I dimmed the lights as I passed by the switch, tapped a button on my iPod and music flowed from the speakers. I walked up to Finn slowly and turned my back to him. I started by squatting and swaying my hips left and right moving with the beat of the music.

Standing up straight, I spun, my body undulated as I placed my hands on my hips.

My dancing brought me close to Finn. Standing in front of him, I smiled and reached out to caress the side of his face for a moment. My fingers fell away as I whirled, leaving him, I could see his eyes watching my ass. Slowly, I backed up until my legs touched his. As soon as our legs touched I felt a spark between us and he jolted.