Finn Bálor One Shots

Forgive Me Father (NSFW)*

Description: Bálor has a little too much fun dressed up as a man of the cloth.

Warning: A whole lot of smut

Dedicated: to statue-
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Opening her eyes y/n looks around confused as she sits up she was outside in a rather large field, a thunderstorm was rolling up and the sky quickly growing dark.

"What the hell? Where."

She trailed off as she looked around, the last thing she remembered was being on the couch watching a movie in her apartment while she enjoyed her day off. Now here she was sat alone in an empty field as it began to rain, standing she takes off running until she finds a small church to seek shelter in. 

"Better than staying in this freezing cold rain." 

She huffs and hurries up to the double doors, pushing them open, y/n peeks looking around the auditorium then steps inside and shakes her head pushing the wet hair away from her face.

"Wow this is such a nice church, better then any I've ever seen before. A little strange that it stands alone in the middle of nowhere but still nice nonetheless."

Y/n whispers as she slowly walks next to the pews, her fingers gliding along them as she moves down the aisle way. The candle light flickering against the glossy wood finish of the pew backs. Bálor The Demon king stood and watches as y/n walks through the church the soft footsteps of her feet are the only sound apart from the storm outside. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time and finally it was here, she was finally here. And he had no plans of wasting this time he had with her.

"Surprisingly warm in here given I don't see a single soul."

 Her voice coming out as a soft whisper it had been so long since she stepped foot in a church, her mother brought her all the time when she was younger. But that had been one of those large churches like the kind you'd see on TV early Sunday morning. That were always packed full with people and so much shout it was enough to give you a headache. This church however was small, it couldn't have had many parshions. It smelled of citrus and Jasmine two of her favorite scents, the cream colored walls adorned with small scriptures and pictures.

"Hello?" 

She softly called out looking around the large area peeking out the stained glass windows she could barely see the rain falling.

"I'm sorry to walk into your church, it's just the storm outside, it's rather bad and I'm kind of soaked and lost. I don't know how I got to this area or even where I'm at."

 It was true y/n didn't know where she was, how she got here or even where here was.

"I was hoping to maybe stay awhile, at least until the storm passes, please? I have no clue how I came to be here or even why I was left in the big field not that far from here. I can't really remember much of anything right now. Maybe you could help me out or at least tell me how to get out of here?"up

She had no idea if anyone was even in the church but she knew it was safer to let herself be heard. The last thing she wanted was to catch someone off guard or have them think she was trying to rob the place. For the life of her though she couldn't think of any reason why someone would rob this small place. Y/n had finally made her way to the alter, still without a sign of another being. Her fingers traced the soft blood red cloth that covered it when a large bolt of lightning and clap of thunder sounded. She jumped out of her skin and withdrew her hand quickly holding it to her chest. Almost as if the church was telling her not to touch anything else.