2009 cm punk x girly!reader who cleans him up after his matches 🫣…
Lit screamed “YEESSS.” when I got this
🔞MDNI • CW: AFAB!reader or MTF Idc, Smut, cussing, humor ofc!, slightly asshole-ish Punk (if you didn’t expect that.. are we thinkin abt the same person? Lmao), mentions of cuts, bruises, and blood, Punk’s an eaatteerr (we all know this), coochie eating yay, one mention of tears (happy tears hahaha….), NSFW in general cuz Idk
The two of you were on your way to the hotel room together after Punk’s match. You were trying your best not to fret the whole ride there, but the cuts and bruises all over him were fucking with you.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked and reached out, the tips of your manicured nails grazing against a big, red bruise on his arm. “I mean, I’m just worried.”
Punk gave you a slight smile, patting your thigh reassuringly. “I keep telling you I’m *fine*. Don’t worry, babe.”
You hummed, not feeling reassured at all. Your gaze went to his face. A nasty cut was on his cheek, crusted with dry blood. That made your stomach turn.
He noticed your wary expression and sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. “Would you relax? I’m okay. I’m right here.” His fingertips gently slid beneath the hem of your dress before coming back out to lightly snap the band of your thigh highs against your skin.
“Well, I’m taking care of you once we get to the hotel.” You declared almost instantly while grabbing his face, tilting it side to side. This wasn’t up for negotiation, and he knew that.
Punk huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t need any—” You cut him off gently, letting go of his face to press a finger up to his pierced lips, the charms on your decorated nail glistening against the passing streetlights. “Don’t argue with me, please. This will make me feel better.”
With a sigh, he finally decided to let it go, knowing you were too stubborn and persistent to let it go.
Once you both made it to the hotel, you were already digging in your bag for a first aid kit you always carried just for him.
At the moment, you genuinely realized you *do* worry too damn much. You couldn’t help it though.
“Sit.” You reached up and gently pushed him down on the bed by his shoulders.
Punk looked up at you in slight anguish as he took in how worried you were over something that was so small to him. “It’s really not that serious, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you close between his legs.
You shook your head, grabbing your half empty water bottle to damp a napkin. “It *is* that serious, baby! I don’t like seeing you hurt.” You pouted while lightly wiping the blood from his cheek. “I’m still not used to seeing this. I don’t think I ever will be.”
Punk forced himself not to wince as to not worry you any further, but that shit hurt lowkey. “Get used to it, babe. You’re dating a fucking wrestler.”
Your pout only deepened at that, but you didn’t respond. After putting a bandage on the cut, you pressed your lips against it. “All better?” That made him chuckled a bit.
NSFW
“All better if that lipgloss of yours didn’t get into the wound, right?” He teased lightly. With a small smile, he slipped his free hand from the back of your thigh, up to your ass. “On a real note, thanks, babe. Means a lot that you give a shit so much.
Punk’s fingers played with the hem of your panties, his hand squeezing your ass. “You did so good taking care of your man. Such a good girl… You doing this cuz you want something from me?”
You shrugged off his teasing and couldn’t help but blush. “No?.. but I mean, if you’re offering then…”
“Oh, I’m offering *for sure*.” He stood up, towering over you. “I’m gonna make all your efforts up to you.” You smiled up at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Punk practically spun you around and you were on the bed in the blink of an eye. He hovered over you, his long hair framing his face just right. Guurrlll…
He started with kissing you softly, which soon turned into a deep make out session. His hand went down to rub your clit through your panties, your dress hiked up slightly.
You whimpered into the kiss, your hips bucking up slightly into the touch as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. “Phil…”
Hearing his name on your lips made him move down to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone then your cleavage.
“I know, I know. I’ve got you, princess.”
You felt your cheeks grow hot as his tatted (TATTED UUUPPP 8===D~) hands pulled the neckline of your dress down.
There was no bra underneath since your dress had padding in the cups. He kneaded one breast while sucking and biting the other, causing you to place a hand on the back of his head to hold him close.
Once he pulled away, he ended up taking your whole dress off, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties off (that th-th-th-th-thooonggg). Lastly, he took your thigh highs off.
“Spread ‘em.” You spread your legs obediently. Didn’t needa be told twice at allll.
He got on his knees and gripped your thighs, bending your body a little. “Gonna make you scream my name, got that?”
You huffed out a breathy laugh. That was a threat and a promise. “Got it…”
Punk first pressed a chaste kiss to your clit before licking a long strip from the entrance up inside your slit. You shivered in delight, moaning softly.
There was then no time wasted as he ate you like a starved man. His nails dug crescents into your soft thighs, his head game overly strong.
You were already panting, a hand going down to grip his hair. “Oh, fuck…” You whined, squirming a bit. It was a battle between trying to get more and trying to get away from the overwhelming pressure.
Punk wasn’t having that. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you back down.
“Where ya going?” He breathed out a laugh against your core, making you whimper. “Don’t run from it. I owe you one.”
He focused his attention on your clit, holding your legs open. Your back arched off the bed and you were so close you felt tears filling your eyes. “Phil!..”
A string of moans mixed with the calling out of his name was all that bounced against the hotel room walls before you came, and he ate that riighttt on up too. Mhm mhm. Finger licking good.
Once you calmed down enough, he got up to hover over you again. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you…”