see it in your eyes - cm punk
young! cm punk x gender neutral! reader
word count: 695
warnings: slightly nsfw / suggestive throughout, don’t actually share eyeliner it’s gross, punk is in his early 20s, this is really short, not edited
you were laying on the small couch in the dressing room backstage as your boyfriend, known professionally as cm punk, got dressed to go out to the ring. his grown out blond hair was a mess as he ran his finger through it, pushing it away from his face before he walked over and lifted your legs up to sit on the couch next to you, places your legs in his lap as he began to lace up his ring boots. you watched the muscles in his arms flexing, admiring the handful of tattoos that decorated his skin.
“take a picture it’ll last longer,” he teased, looking at you sideways with a smirk, and you leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“forget the match and stay here with me,” you suggested, tangling your hand in his hair as you cradled the side of his head.
“i’ll be back before you know it and then i’m all yours.” he kissed your lips, the cold metal of his lip ring on your mouth sending a shiver up your spine. he crawled on top of you, and you both laughed as he alternated between tickling you and kissing your neck and face.
“ok ok stop!” you giggled, and he sat up, still caging you underneath him. he looked down at you and you admired how pretty his eyes were, and got an idea. “sit up for a second.” you pushed against his chest until he was sitting upright on the couch again, and you walked over to your bag. you grabbed your eyeliner pencil, wiping the end off on a kleenex before heading back over to punk and straddling him, placing yourself in his lap. his hands found your hips as you kissed him softly.
“baby, i said we don’t have time-“
“i know, relax. can i do your eyeliner?” you asked, kissing his lips softly again.
“sure,” he nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist as you gently held his face. carefully applying the black pencil around his eyes, you held your breath because you were so focused on not messing it up. he shifted his hips upward slightly, and you pulled back the pencil at the sudden movement.
“don’t do that,” you muttered.
“do what?” he asked, but he smirked and did it again.
“you know what. now do you want me to accidentally stab you in the eye or are you gonna stay still?” you asked. he smiled mischievously, but stayed still long enough for you to finish his makeup. you put the cap on and set it on the table next to you, and before you could turn back , his lips were attached to your neck, surely leaving a dark hickey behind.
“punk- you’re the one who said we didn’t have time.”
“i know. i just like messing with you,” he teased, whispering next to your ear. you shivered, and you instinctively friended against his lap. punk groaned, tilting his head back against the back of the couch and exposing his neck to you. you kissed his adam’s apple before nipping at the skin under his jaw, and his hips pushed against yours again. “fuck,” he groaned. there was a knock at the door, and a voice called out ‘five minutes punk’, signalling that it was almost time for him to be in the ring.
“have fun out there,” you smiled, standing up off his lap.
“you are an evil little thing,” he groaned, standing up off the couch to head out for his match. “are you coming to watch?” he asked, fixing his hair in the mirror after you had messed it up.
“would you rather i be out there watching the match, or be here waiting when you get back?” you asked, hugging him from behind. he turned around, placing his hands in your waist and gently pushing you backwards until you tipped over the armrest of the couch to fall laying down onto it.
“be here when i get back,” he smiled, and he leaned over you to kiss you before heading out of the dressing room for his match.
you just hoped that it was a short match.
