Finn X Bubblegum Novels & Stories

His breathing got shallower. He turned. Faced me. Our cocks bumped. Slid together. Eyes locked. What the fuck are we doing. The words stayed locked in my head. Never came out. Water pounded the tiles. Finn turned back and kept lathering himself up with his ass jiggling forcing me to stare at him. “For a bloke you got a proper banger of an arse mate. Fucking stacked. Double caked up like you live in the squat rack.”, I said.

“I’m cumming.” “Cum for me.” Another scream ripped out of me, my legs shook as I cum. “Ah,” I breathed. Finn began to savor my cum. “You taste so good,” he muttered, licking the remaining cum at the corner of his mouth. He stared into my eyes, his eyes filled with desire. “I miss you.” With this, Finn removed the towel around his waist, revealing his aroused rod. I swallowed hard, staring at his angry rod. My hand unconsciously reached out, grabbing it. Finn moaned lowly as I began pleasuring him.

It earns me a half-smile from Finn, but he remains quiet even as I glare up at him. "Are you just going to ignore me?" I ask. Finn still isn't looking down. "Well, apparently, my opinion doesn't matter, so why should I bother speaking with you?" I laugh. "Oh-my-god, you're so crabby with me!" Finn is adorable. A tint of red paints his cheeks—I've never seen him blush before and consider this an achievement. He seems so much younger right now. "I'm not crabby." I giggle. "You're cute when you're lying."

She bit her lips, as she thought really hard. Suddenly she snapped her fingers in the air as she smiled widely. An idea just popped into her head and she smiled with a determined look. With a look that says “That’s just what I’ll do,” She smiled and laid on her bed, and before she knew what was happening, she fell asleep. The next morning, Alpha Oswald was busy in his office going through some files with a serious look. “Good morning your highness,” Xavier who walked into his office greeted politely and he just hummed his reply, without even sparing him a glance.

Filling them up for Finn. “In second place was me, at twelve.” The bar cheered again but went hush as Finn stepped down off the stool and stood in front of his line of shots. He kept a glass of lemon juice and he downed half of it before he started pounding back the shots. He got to six, halfway before he coughed. The people close enough to see him take the rest of the sip of lemon juice laughed but he continued through the last six, slamming the last shot glass down into the sink, shattering it. The bar erupted again in cheers and full blown hysterics.

She smiled and opened her mouth to start talking but stopped when we heard the cutest sound come from Finn as he nuzzled his face into my chest. Although the sound confused me, He's not an Omega. At least he definitely doesn't smell like one. But yet I couldn't help smiling and neither could Addison as we both looked down at Finn as he purred. I looked back at Addison smiling but my smile dropped when I saw the expression on her face. Her head was tilted sideways and her eyes were squinted as she looked at Finn, as if trying to figure something out. She slowly reached her hand out and pressed her fingertips against his forehead. She closed her eyes and begun humming a tune I had never heard

I told him with a gentle smile. “Hey, go play with Uncle Zach outside for a little bit while mommy and daddy talk, okay?” Finn let him down on his feet so he could leave the room. “You wanted to talk?” I asked him. Finn smirked before going to the door and locking it, “I gotta have you, my sexy princess.” He leapt onto the bed and buried his face in my chest, nipping my stiff nipples through my thin shirt. Without waiting, he pulled my shorts down and undid his zipper to pull out his thick, stiff cock. Finn slammed into me, making us groan in unison.

He had been under it for three hours. Finn, the tattoo artist, was a force of nature. His arms were covered in intricate sleeves of dark art, and his neck was a tapestry of skulls and roses. He was in his late forties, with a shaved head, a thick, grey-streaked beard, and eyes that missed nothing. He was the best in the city, and the most expensive. The gun stopped. The sudden silence was deafening. "We're done for today," Finn said, wiping the fresh ink with a cool cloth. "It's not finished. But you're out of money."

Everyone sits themselves down. “I am guessing Auntie Lilah wants a cuddle?” Dan says. “Off baby Finn not you Dan” Gabe jokes. “Piss off dick” Dan says as he passes me Finn. Finn is gorgeous, a tiny little bundle of perfection, born with a head full of chocolate brown hair just like his Mum’s was naturally. And big deep green eyes like his Dad’s, and a tiny button nose. Though Gabe still jokes he wanted him to have the purple hair that Indie has currently….

Gus taunted Finn and grew even angrier with Finn's nonchalant attitude. Finn wasn't given this guy any pleasure. He held his ground and stayed silent. Gus brought Finn even closer if at all possible and whispered, "How bad do you want this? My kiss." "Don't be disgusting. You are not my type." Finn said as calmly as he could. He wasn't going to let Gus get to him and he just hid inside his mind and tried to ignore the warm breath and teasing words. In fact, he was truly turned off as this bastard was arrogant and a downright bully.