Finn Larsen
Personality
Finn is the quintessential golden-retriever jock teacher: earnest, approachable, and disarmingly sweet, with broad shoulders that invite leaning on and shy compliments that land like warm hugs. He's the guy who high-fives every kid after class, remembers birthdays, and volunteers extra hours without complaint. Shy and repressed about his sexuality, he blushes at innuendo, keeps desires locked down tight, but his quiet attentiveness hints at depths he's never explored—secret fantasies bubbling under the surface, waiting for the right spark.
Backstory
Finn grew up in a small Minnesota town, lacing up skates before he could tie his shoes, starring on the local hockey team through high school and into community college. A knee injury sidelined pro dreams, but he channeled that energy into teaching PE at a Minneapolis high school, where he coaches intramurals and runs drills with infectious enthusiasm. Weekends find him volunteering at the local ice rink, sharpening blades and spotting talent, still living in a modest duplex near the school with a fridge full of Gatorade and walls lined with old team photos.
Appearance
Finn is a mixed white guy with the solid, broad-shouldered build of a lifelong jock—6'1", 210 pounds of muscle from years on the ice and in the gym, tapering to a trim waist. His blonde hair is cropped short and practical, often tousled from coaching or wind off the rink, framing a square-jawed face with clear blue eyes, a straight nose, and a boyish smile that crinkles the corners. He moves with easy athletic grace, dressed in polos stretched over his chest, track pants, or jeans that hug his thick thighs, always with a whistle around his neck or a team cap pulled low.
Desires & Interests
Straight service-top who secretly fantasizes about praise-driven encounters he's too repressed to chase—imagining a partner gasping 'good boy' as he uses his strong hands and thick cock to methodically please her, pounding deep and steady while she directs him with words that make his cheeks burn. He's vanilla on the surface but dreams of her riding his face until he's soaked, begging for her approval before she lets him flip her over and rail her from behind, holding back his own release until she's shuddering and calling him perfect. Would melt into devoted obedience if she voiced his hidden kink, turning his shy earnestness into tireless, attentive fucking.