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Sudden Desire

Chapter 4

A CM Punk x Reader Story

'I wanted him to kiss me how, with open mouth and open mouth. We keep our distance now’

Days turned into weeks of you avoiding him. You had to give him some credit, he was trying to reach out to you any way he knew how. He even got Rhea involved, which just frustrated you more. You didn't want to hear his apology for leading you on, you just wanted to be left alone. You hoped that eventually these feelings would pass, but as they say ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. You felt furious with yourself for letting these feelings develop so strongly, constantly beating yourself up any time you felt your resolve slipping. You had just returned home from a two week work trip in Europe, and exhausted was an understatement. A sigh of relief as soon as your body hits the bed, a sense of comfort rushing through you as all your muscles finally relax. You sleep for a long time, almost a whole day, but wake up to the sun setting.

‘well, shit’

You decide to lay in bed and watch your favorite comfort show for the rest of the night, well until you fall asleep again. When the sun starts to rise you wake up, finally feeling rested. You spend some time doing some self care until you decide to get dressed and go do something. You started to enjoy doing things alone, it gave you a distraction from the stress of the whole Punk situation. As you're putting on makeup there's a knock on the door. Your body tenses, hoping that it wasn't him. When you open the door all you see is a bouquet of flowers and a note. You pick them up and go inside. You felt frustrated again, but still a faint blush rose on your cheeks. You debated on throwing the flowers away, but not wanting to be wasteful you prepped a vase and set them inside. Then you focused back on the note, just staring at it from a distance. You reached out hesitantly and grabbed it.

(Y/N),

I am deeply sorry. Please let me explain myself.

-phil

You let out a huff and set the note down.

‘Do I wanna know?’

You felt conflicted, but not wanting to give in so easily you threw the note in the trash. You grab your keys and head out of your apartment, locking it behind you. You do some shopping, run into some fans, and then decide to head to your favorite coffee shop. Hoping that since it was later in the day Punk wouldn't be there. When you walk in your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of coffee beans. You glance around, not seeing the familiar tattooed man. A small smile appears on your face as you order your favorite, and then head to sit in your usual spot by the window. You sip your coffee while people-watching out the window. You don't even hear the bell on the front door ring, too enamored with the stories you're making up in your head. You only lose focus when someone sits in the chair across from you. Your attention snaps from the window to the man with a grey peppered beard. Punk sat before you with a coffee in his hand. He wore a grey hoodie with matching grey sweatpants and a black beanie. His eyes bore into yours, making you fidget in your seat.

“Oh, hey.” You say softly, no excitement in your voice.

“Why are you avoiding me?” His eyes narrow as he speaks, like he's trying to see through the walls you put up.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You lie, avoiding eye contact. Punk chuckled darkly, no real amusement behind it.

“Bullshit. Stop lying to me.”

“Do we have to do this here?”

Punk looked around, noticing how some people were glancing your way. He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine, but no more avoiding me.”

You nod, turning back to look outside, hoping it would calm your racing heart. The whole time you felt Punk's eyes on you, his gaze penetrating. You took the last sip of your coffee and set the cup down.

“The flowers were nice.” You whisper just loud enough to know he heard it.

“I’ll always remember your favorite flowers.” Punk mutters, sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies to your stomach.

“Why?”

“You don't remember?"

You had arrived at Punk's door a wet, sobbing mess. Your boyfriend of 4 years had just broke your heart. Punk opened the door in a panic, seeing your state he pulled you inside, out of the rain. He wrapped a towel around you, and led you to the couch. You had ranted and raved for hours about how shitty he was, and Punk just sat there and listened. He held you when you cried, cracked jokes when you needed them, and listened to every single word you said.

“The one thing I wanted was so simple and he couldn't even get that right.” You checked sadly.

“What was that?”

“It seems stupid, but flowers.”

“That's not stupid.”

Your cheeks burned with blush as you recall the memory.

“I remember.” You say softly with a small smile on your face. “I didn't think you'd remember that.”

Punk scoffs, his eyes softening.

“I remember a lot more than what you give me credit for.”

You let out a sigh, glancing around the room quickly.

“C’mon.” You say as you stand up, signaling for him to follow you.

Punk follows behind you as you walk back to your car that's in the secluded parking garage. You lean against the cold metal, a shiver runs up your spine at the feeling. Punk stand before you, eyeing you up and down. You both stand there in silence for awhile just looking around.

“Well, you said you wanted to explain yourself. Go ahead.” You break the silence with a harsh edge to your voice.

Punk lets out a sigh as he adjusts his beanie.

“I regret that night.” Punk blurts out, looking away quickly.

“Trust me, you made that abundantly clear.” You let out a dark sarcastic chuckle at his words.

“I didn't mean it like that.” Punk sighs defeated.

“Then how? Cause you told me that it was a mistake.” Anger rising up in your voice as you remembered that night.

“At the time I thought it was, I didn't want to lose my best friend.” You shake your head in disbelief as he speaks. “but, the second you left I regreted my words. I should've never told you it was a mistake, because it wasn't.”

Your heart rate picks up, your breath hitches in your throat. You can barely hear his words over your heart pounding in your ears, but you manage to still seem calm and collected as he continues on. He takes a step closer, effectively pinning you against the car. His eyes filled with a fiery passion as they stared into yours.

“The only mistake that I made that night was not telling you that I love you too.” Punk breathed out as he leaned closer, your breath mingling with his. His eyes search yours before glancing down at your lips.

“I love you (Y/N), I always have and I always will.”

Before you can respond his lips are on yours. You move in synch with him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his wrap around your waist pulling you closer. The air between you felt like electricity, unspoken words communicated through your kisses. Eventually you had to pull away to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you stared into his eyes. He looked back with a smirk on his face as his hands came up to cup your face.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that.” Punk said breathlessly.

“You should of done it sooner.” You whisper, leaning into his touch.

Punk lets out a chuckle.

“It's kind of hard when you’re running from me.”

“Well, I'm not running anymore.”

“Promise?”

“Promise."

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pleasecallmemoth · 4 months ago

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doesnt my job understand i have a blooming fanfiction writing career to work on

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Sudden Desire

Chapter 3

A CM Punk x Reader Story

'Everywhere I am, it sticks close like a friend. Just like him, just like him. Friendly reminder of a sudden desire’

Slowly but surely, you and Punk fell back into your old ways. Meeting up for coffee on your days off, traveling together to venues occasionally, and sight seeing when you're in different places. It was comforting to have him back by your side, even if it was just as a friend. However, lingering in each interaction was still a tad bit of tension. Each time your hands brushed together when walking side by side it felt like an electric shock. The lingering gazes during late night talks made your heart thud in your chest. As much as you tried to ignore these lingering feelings, they still surfaced. Especially when you're alone.

Another day off at home. You had been working the last week non-stop. Having a segment on Raw and appearing on Smackdown. Plus the interviews and the meet and greets. You are exhausted, yet as you lay in bed you toss and turn. Memories of Punk fill your brain from the last couple weeks. Restlessness fills your body, you reach out and grab your phone quickly opening it up.

You: can't sleep. wyd?

You set the phone down as you wait for a response. After a few minutes it dings.

Punk: watching a show. something wrong?

You let out a sign at his response, wanting nothing more than to tell him he's what's wrong.

You: no, just restless.

Punk: wanna come over?

Your breath hitches in your throat. You hadn't been over to his place since you confessed your love to him.

You: sure be there soon

You throw the covers back and walk to the bathroom to check out your reflection in the mirror before leaving.

'not bad'

You grab your car keys from the table by the front door and slip on some shoes. You drive to Punk's place, the city lights illuminating your face as you drive.

‘this was a bad idea.’

You sigh to yourself as you park, hesitantly eyeing the front door. You could back out, tell him that you weren't feeling good and that you were staying home. However, a gravitational pull was forcing you out of the car and to his front door. The chill Chicago wind blew through the air, leaving a deep chill in your bones. You reached out hesitatingly, your hand hovering before the door. You knock lightly, secretly hoping that he wouldn't head and you could turn around and go home. You wait for a moment, shivering at the cool March night air. The door swings open, revealing Punk. He stood there in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, his tattoos on display.

“Hey.” You greet him quietly, nerves on edge.

“Hey, come in, it's freezing out there.” Punk grabs your arm, pulling you inside.

You're overwhelmed with the smell of him, the scent of vanilla and leather filling your nose as you take off your shoes. You glance around, nothing has changed since you've been here last. The pictures on the wall are the same, his comic book collection displayed in the same bookshelves as before. You both walk to the living room, he sinks into the couch and you move to sit on the opposite side. A movie plays in the background, but all you can focus on is how handsome he looked. His hair a tossled mess, clear that he has been running his hands through it. His muscles flexing with each little movement he makes. The soft glow in the TV illuminates his face in the dark room.

“You couldn't sleep, huh?” He speaks, breaking the silence between you two. You clear your throat.

“Yeah, but it seems like you couldn't either.” You point out with a soft smile on your face.

He lets out a soft chuckle at your observation.

“Caught me.” He chuckles turning to face you. “You want some coffee?”

“I’d love some.”

Punk nods and gets up, heading towards the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for you two. After several minutes he returns with two mugs in his hands. He offers one to you, and you gladly accept. The mug warms your cold hands, it's a comforting feeling. You take a small sip and let out a soft sigh, loving the taste. It was your favorite blend, something that Punk had always kept on hand just in case you were to come around. You glance over at Punk to see a smile dancing in his lips as he took a sip as well. You both sit in comfortable silence, watching TV and drinking your coffee. Nostalgic feelings arise at this kind of domestic situation. Your mind wonders to what it would be like to do this everyday, morning or night. Just to be with him everyday. You try to shake off the thoughts, feeling exhausted of thinking like this all the time. Punk seems to notice the shift in your demeanor.

“What's on your mind?” He speaks, cutting through the still air.

Your breath hitches in your throat, trying to find any lie or excuse to not tell the truth to him.

“I'm just….burnt out that's all.” You lie. Punk gives you a disapproving glance, knowing that you just lied to him.

“C’mon (Y/N), tell me the truth. You can tell me anything.”

You feel frustrating bubbling at his words. You can't tell him anything, you'd risk loosing him and you can't do that. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. You just let out a defeated huff, knowing that you're just going to have to risk it.

“I can't tell you anything.” You take a other sip of your coffee, not looking at him.

“Of course you can.” He reached out and placed a hand on your thigh.

He meant it to be comforting, but your breathing picks up. So does your heart rate. His touch intoxicating, filling your brain with thoughts of the time you two shared. A shiver runs up your spine as your eyes connect for a moment. His gaze full of concern.

“I shouldn't of come here.” You say as you set your coffee down and stood up. Punk gives you a confused look.

“What?” He breathes out following you to the front door, clearly growing frustrated at your avoidance. “You can't just run from this, (Y/N). You can tell me what's wrong.”

Something inside you snaps at his words. Frustration bubbling over, words flying out of your mouth before you can think.

“How can I tell you what's wrong when it's you that's wrong. The way you look at me, the touches that linger too long. You know how I feel yet we continue to do this,” you gesture between you two and the room, “I can't keep going on like this Phil.”

Tears well up in your eyes, your chest heaving. The look of shock in his face was laughable, like he wasn't aware how hard this was for you. Like it wasn't hard for him at all.

“(Y/N) I'm sorry, I-”

“Just stop, I don't need an apology. I just wish things were…different.”

He stares into yours eyes as they well up with tears. Neither of you move, until that stupid gravitational pull makes you take a step toward him. He looks down at you with conflicted eyes as you lean up to plant a soft weak kiss on his lips. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't kiss back. Tears start to stream down your face now, the cool salty water feeling good against your hot flushed cheeks. Before he can react or speak you're out the door, heading towards your car. You drive home in silence, the street lights illuminating the way. Once since your home you plant yourself in your big soft bed, letting it engulf you. After crying for awhile you finally drift off to sleep. Of course, dreams of him plague your mind…like always.

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Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter is too short! I promise next one will be longer. How you enjoy!

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Sudden Desire

Chapter 2

A CM Punk x Reader Story

‘Been trying not to think about what happened last night outside his house’

Eventually when the chaos has settled down you enter the medical office. Punk lays on the bed in the corner holding an ice pack to his forehead. He hasn't noticed you yet as he talks to medical personnel. You hesitate for a moment.

‘Do I?’

You start to question yourself. Your heart starts to pound, anxiety starts to take over. Just as you go to turn around and leave his voice breaks through the air.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn around slowly to face him, an awkward smile on your face. Blush rising up in your cheeks. He looks confused as you walk over to him.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You say as you sit in the chair next to the bed.

“I'm ok, a little beaten, but okay.” He smiles softly at you.

His smile makes your heart beat faster, and you felt the urge to just run. To get out of there as fast as possible and never look back, but you stayed in that seat. Punk seemed to notice your tension and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yup, fine, just peachy!” You manage to get out, but he's not convinced.

“Look maybe we should talk abou-”

“No thanks.” You blurt out quickly, your face hot with embarrassment. “Not here, not now.”

Punk nods hesitantly. You both sit there in awkward silent for a moment before you stand up to leave.

“I gotta get going, I'll see you later.” You flash him a weak smile.

“Oh, okay. I'll see you later.”

He waved you off, seeming disappointed?

No he couldn't be, that's just your mind playing tricks on you. You remember what he said that night.

You laid there breathless, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The overwhelming feeling of his hands on you burned into your brain. Absolute fucking bliss. You opened your eyes to look over at him, but he seems to be lost in thought. You prop yourself up on an elbow to look into his eyes with a lazy grin. However, a cold chill runs up your body at the look in his eyes. They aren't filled with love or adoration as you had hoped. No, if anything they were filled with regret. Before you can say anything Punk opens his mouth to speak.

“We shouldn't have done that…” Punk whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart starts to shatter at his words. Here you are, naked and vulnerable after you just had the best sex of your life, and he decides to rip your heart out of your chest and stomp on it. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you stand up and start gathering your clothes off the floor, throwing them on haphazardly. Punk sits up and watches you, but doesn't say anything. You go to open the door to leave, turning to look at him one more time.

“And to think I love you.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear before leaving his room and running out the front door.

You sigh as you walk through the nearly empty halls in the arena. Finally you make your way back to your car, and start to drive back to your home. Once you're home you kick off your shoes and walk to your bedroom, exhausted from today's events. The second your head hurts the pillow you're out, not to be disturbed until the morning.

The sun hits your eyes, making you groan out in discomfort. You try to pull the covers over your head, but it's too late. You lay in bed for a while, just thinking. Memories playing in your head of the good times you had with Punk. Eventually the bad memories come back, and you go to shake them off but they are relentless. You can feel your heart breaking more as you replay that night over and over in your head. The look in his eyes burned into your brain, the coldness in his tone echoing. You let out a groan as you get out of bed, heading towards the shower to get ready for the day ahead. Today was an off day, but you still had to hit the gym. Rhea had texted, letting you know she was in her way there as you laced up your tennis shoes.

Once you were at the gym, you and Rhea chatted about everything going on in your lives. Obviously Punk had to come up in the conversation.

“So what went down when you checked on him?” Rhea asked as she lifted a weight.

“I don't know, I just had this over whelming urge to flee. So I did.” You reply wiping the sweat away from your forehead.

“You really need to talk this out, it could be just a big miscommunication.” Rhea sighs setting down the weights she was lifting.

“I don't know, he was pretty clear that it was a mistake.”

Rhea sighs, knowing how stubborn you can be she backs off for now.

You finish your workout and say your goodbyes to Rhea.

Once at home your surrounded by the silence of living alone. Nothing to do but sit with your thoughts and memories. You stare blankly at the TV, not paying any attention to what you had put on earlier. Suddenly a ding comes from your phone, snapping you out of this trance you're in. You pick up your phone to see a text from Punk.

Punk: hey, wanna meet for coffee?

You're hesitant to respond. Knowing that it would be nice to get out of this rut you're in, but knowing that he's the reason you're in this position. You take a deep breath before you type in your response.

(Y/N): sure, the usual spot?

You set the phone down quickly, cursing yourself, hoping that you're making the right decision. After a moment the phone dings again.

Punk: of course, meet me in 10.

You jump up from your spot in the couch and run to your room to change out of your gym clothes. Slipping on a black pullover and jeans before heading out the door and to the coffee shop.

You arrive at the local coffee shop, the one you and Punk frequent often. You step inside the familiar smell of roasting coffee fills your nose, providing a sense of comfort. You glance around the room until you spot him sitting at your usual spot by the window in the corner. 2 coffees sit on the table, indicating that he ordered for you. Each step you take towards him feels heavy, like you couldn't bare to take another step. However, there was this gravitational pull that made you keep going. He noticed you as you took another step forward, a soft expression on his face. A tenderness in his eyes. You pull the chair out and sit down, instantly wrapping you hands around the coffee mug, feeling grounded by its warmth. Your eyes meet Punk’s, he's watching you cautiously. Like he's afraid you're going to turn around and run.

“Hey.” You speak up trying to keep your voice steady, unwavering.

“Hey.” His voice soft, treating this encounter very cautiously.

You glance out the window, watching as people walk by. Each person different from the other. You take a sip of your coffee, enjoying the slight burn as it slides down your throat. Punk just watches you, taking a sip of his. The tension in the air between you is thick, enough to cut with a knife. Punk clears his throat to speak, snapping your attention away from the busy streets of Chicago and back to him. His gaze is soft, his hands fidgeting as he bounced his leg up and down.

“I missed this.” He whispers, just loud enough for you and only you to hear.

Your heart rate picks up at his words, a small smile errupting on your lips.

“Me too.” You quietly confess, a surge of confidence running through you.

“I miss you, I hate this game of cat and mouse we’re playing.” Punk says looking down at his hands.

“I know…how about we just start over?” You suggested with a sigh.

Punk eyes you up and down before nodding, the taking a sip of his coffee. You flash him a small smile as you take a sip of yours. Slowly but surely conversation between you pick up, turning into the typical talk you used to have.

‘maybe I could get used to this.’

You think to yourself, hoping that maybe the more you repress these feeling the less they'll be.

Oh how wrong you are...

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pleasecallmemoth · 5 months ago

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Sudden Desire

Chapter 1

A CM Punk x Reader story

Inspired by "Sudden Desire" by Hayley Williams.

“It's cruel to tame a thing that don't know it's strength.”

His hands felt heavenly on your body.

At least, that's what you thought as you remembered the night you two shared. Now there's this distance between you. You thought everything would change that night, and it did. Just not the way you thought it would. You were sick of this longing feeling. How everytime his eyes would meet yours, even for just a split second, how your heart would start to race. The rare touches that lingered for just a moment too long, how that made your skin feel on fire. Yet, you avoided him like the plague. Which wasn't hard, considering he did the same. Only seeing each other at work. People seemed to notice the change in you two, how you went from being inseparable to strangers. Whispers as you enter the building, rumors spreading like wildfire about what happened. You let people talk, not caring what they say, everyone's theories were wrong anyways. You walk towards catering wanting to grab a snack before heading to hair and makeup. As you enter the room people glance your way, most of them ignoring your presence, but a small group of new recruit girls in the back start to whisper amongst themselves about the rumors.

“I heard she confessed her feelings and got rejected,” One girl whispered.

‘close, but not quite’ You think to yourself as you grab some food and sit down at the last empty table. Before you could finish Punk walks in. Your eyes meet briefly before he looks away. You continue to eat with your head down, avoiding the looks everyone was giving you two. Punk sits down next to you, his shoulder bumping into yours. A shiver runs up your spine at the contact.

“Hey,” he says quietly, giving you a small smile.

“Hey,” you respond, not looking up from your food.

You sit in uncomfortable silence for a moment, losing your appetite. You pick up the tray and stand up.

“Good luck out there.” You give him a small, weak smile.

You then dump your tray and head off to hair and makeup. After getting ring ready you head to the locker room to change into your wrestling gear. As you lace up your boots you feel a hand clamp down on your shoulder. You look up to see your friend, Rhea Ripley, staring down at you. As she sits down next to you she leans in to talk to you quietly.

“I see things are still awkward with Punk.” She gives your shoulder a squeeze.

You let out a sigh as you glance around the room, making sure no one is listening.

“It's hard to just go back to being friends when I can't get the feeling of his skin on mine out of my head.” You whisper softly, staring down at your feet.

“Maybe try talking to him about it?” Rhea suggests.

“Hell no, no way.” You shake your head, feeling mortified at the thought.

“Okay, but just so you know that's how you find your way out of this situation.” Rhea smiles softly at you.

You flash her a weak smile back, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.

“C’mon we've got a match to win.” You say as you stand up, holding out a hand to help her up.

She takes your hand with a smile and nods. You both head towards gorilla, waiting for it to be time for your match. You were scheduled to do a run in on Iyo Sky, hoping to help Rhea retain her championship. Rhea’s music hits and she walks out towards the ring as you stay back. You watch Rhea and Iyo go at it until it is time for your cue. Your music hits and you run out towards the ring, attacking Iyo while the referee’s back is turned. You watch from ring side and Rhea attempts the pin, only for Iyo to kick out at 2. You watch in anticipation as Rhea gets on the second rope and goes to deliver a devastating riptide to Iyo, only for her to turn it around and hit Rhea with a hurricanrana. Iyo managed to get the pin on Rhea, taking the title. You help Rhea backstage, taking her to medical. Once she's situated you leave, giving her some space, knowing she'll need it. You walk back to the locker room, lost in thought. Suddenly you feel like you've hit a wall but before you can fall arms reach out to catch you. It's Seth, he was walking towards gorilla for his match against Punk.

“Woah there,” Seth smiles as he helps you regain your balance.

“Sorry I didn't realize you were there,” you say quietly, embarrassed by the situation.

“Too lost in your own thoughts, huh?”

“You could say that.”

Seth just chuckles, looking around.

“Good luck getting anything out of that prick, you deserve better.”

Your stomach drops at his words. Embarrassment creeping up in your body, your hand scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“I don't know what you've heard, but nothing is going on between us.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

With that he walks past you, heading towards his destination. You stand there stunned for a minute before heading back to the dressing room. You change into leggings and a zip up, and sit and watch the main event. Punk and Seth are going at each other with a brutal hatred. Each hitting their finishing move, only for the other to kick out. You can't help but admire the way Punk looked, but you noticed something different. No hair gel?

Your mind races back to memories of a time before all this.

You stood in the doorway of his bathroom as Punk got ready. His hand reaches for the hair gel on the counter, but you grab it from his hands. He gives you a confused look.

“Stop wearing this stuff,” you smile, setting it back down on the counter. “You look good without it, dare I say better. Plus the fans go crazy when you don't wear it.”

“The fans or you?” He teases, a smirk strewn on his face.

“Both, obviously.” You tease back, giving him an exaggerated wink.

He laughs at your actions and then turns back to getting ready. Punk stops to smile at you in the mirror.

“So you're saying I should just ditch the gel?” Punk asks looking into your eyes.

“100%.” You nod enthusiastically.

“Maybe I will, only because I've got your expert opinion.”

You let out a snort at his words.

“An expert on how to make women wet?” You chuckle confused. Punk raises an eyebrow at you, before a shit eating grin spreads across his face.

“You saying I make you wet?” Punk asks, his voice dropping low as he turns to face you.

Heat rises on your cheeks, turning them a shade of scarlet. You open your mouth to protest. However, being flustered, your words come out in stutters and muddled words. Punk’s smirk grows wider at the sight in front of him. He takes a step closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your waist. He pulls you closer to him, you let out a gasp at the sudden contact. You look into his eyes, searching for any hint of what was to come, but before you know it his lips are crashing into yours. Your lips move in sync as he pushes you against the wall of the bathroom.

A shiver runs down your spine at the memory. It was like you could still feel his touch and the way he tasted. You felt your cheeks getting hot again, but you were quickly snapped out of it as Seth was pulled out of the cage by Roman Reigns. You watched as Roman assaulted Seth, and then attacked Punk. You suck in a breath, hoping that he wasn't seriously hurt. You hear commotion backstage and peek your head out of the locker room. You watch as Seth is dragged to medical, Punk not too far behind him. You rush out of the room, following behind the people who were directing Punk to the medics. He seemed too out of it to notice your presence, but you still wanted to be there for him. Despite everything. Crew held you back, making you wait outside as he was being checked on.

You sat there with your head in your hands, thinking over everything that had been going on. You just wish things would go back to normal, to how it was before. The late night talks, the coffee runs, the soft touches.

How it was before you had to go and confess your feelings.

‘what an idiot’

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Author's Note:

Thank you everyone for reading! I'm going to try to update as soon as possible but writing is a very part time hobby for me, so try to stick around :)

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pleasecallmemoth · 5 months ago

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WHY are titles so hard what the fuck man

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pleasecallmemoth · 5 months ago

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Please be nice this is my first time writing smut :)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

Oral sex, Choking, cheating?

Sorry if I missed any, I'm not used to putting warnings lol.

You Right.

Inspired by “you right” by doja cat and the weeknd

2010 Punk ERA

You sat front row in the packed arena, waiting for your friend CM Punk to walk out. Well, you wouldn't exactly call him your friend. He did everything in his power to get on your every last nerve. However, whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on he was the first person you'd go to. Frenemies is a better term for it. As you wait, your phone starts to blow up with texts from your boyfriend. You sigh to yourself as you read the messages.

Bf❤️: Please baby, I didn't mean it.

Bf❤️: Let me make it up to you.

Bf❤️: why aren't you responding?

Bf❤️:you better not be with him.

Just as you read the last message Punk’s music hits. A smile spreads across your face as you slide your phone into your back pocket, ignoring the messages. As Punk walks down the ramp he glances your way, smirking. He enters the ring and starts to cut his promo. As you watch and listen you can't help but be distracted. Despite the way Punk acted towards you sometimes, you can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be with him. How different he’d treat you compared to your shitty boyfriend. Your mind wanders to fantasies of Punk. Mostly innocent, but watching the way his hands grip the microphone, the confidence oozing from him, well you couldn't help your thoughts from slipping. Once his segment is over, you head backstage to go see him. Once you reach his dressing room, you knock on the door softly. It opens to reveal punk, standing there with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you'd find your way back here eventually.” He chuckled softly as he opened the door wider to let you inside. You let out a soft chuckle, but before you can speak your phone begins to ring. You pull it out of your pocket to see the caller ID.

Bf❤️ is calling...

You let out a huff and put your phone on mute before sliding it back in your pocket. Punk watches this moment silently from the corner.

“Boy trouble?” Punk asks, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes.” You groan out.

“Again?” Punk chuckles softly.

“Always apparently.” You roll your eyes sitting down on the couch in the room. The rest of the show played on the TV in the room quietly.

“It's because you date boys. Not men.” Punk says as he sits down next to you. “What did he do this time?” Punk asks.

“I found some pictures another girl sent him on his phone.” You sigh.

“Damn.” Punk breaths out.

“This guy has cheated on you more times than I can count on one hand. I don't get why you stay, (Y/N).”

You sigh, laying your head back.

“I don't know. We've been together for so long. I think I'm done though. I'm not even mad anymore, I'm just….tired of it all I guess.” You confess quietly.

Punk nods in understanding. You sit there in comfortable silence for a moment as your words settle in the air, and in your heart. Finally, Punk speaks up.

“You sure you don't feel even the smallest bit mad? You don't want revenge?” Punk asks with a smirk on his face.

You think for a moment, reliving all the previous heartbreak from other instances of cheating your boyfriend had done. Anger bubbling in your chest at the memories.

“What do you have in mind?” You ask, feeling rage emerging.

Punk just smirks. He holds his hand out and gestures towards your phone. You pull it out of your pocket, and place it in his hand. He opens the camera app and smiles at you.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, scooting closer to you.

You nod your head, your breath hitching at the proximity. He leans closer, holding the phone out to take a picture. You glance over at the phone curiously, only to notice how close Punk's face was to yours. Your breath hitches, his lips only an inch away from yours.

“Punk what are you-”

“Shh. Just trust me.”

You nod your head again, whispering an ‘ok’. Next thing you know his lips are on yours. A deep, passionate kiss. You're shocked at first, but quickly start to kiss back. Your hands moving to tangle themselves in his long raven hair. The cold metal of his lip piercing against your lips leaves a shiver up your spine.

*CLICK*

You pull back, surprised by the noise. Punk chuckles at your reaction, but quickly turns his attention to your phone. You watch as he sends your boyfriend the picture with the caption ‘sorry buddy, she is with me.’ He then sets your phone aside, turning his attention back to you. Your heart is pounding, your mind racing. Did he just kiss you for the photo? What did this mean for your relationship? Did he feel the same way as you do? Yet, you stayed silent. Waiting for Punk to say something, anything. However, he just sat there staring at you with an intense gaze.

“Fuck it.” You whisper to yourself as you lean over and grab him by the chin, crashing your lips together again.

It's Punk's turn to be surprised now, but he quickly kisses back. You move to straddle his waist, his hands gripping your hips fiercely. Your hands wrap themselves in his hair again, tugging slightly. He lets out a groan into the kiss, and you smirk. You tug again, harder this time. He lets out another groan into the kiss, he bites down on your lower lip asking for permission.

You grant it to him, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. After continuing on for this for a moment you both have to break away for air. Punk stares into your eyes with a fiery passion behind them as his chest heaves for air. He moves, his lips finding their way to your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. He kisses and bites all the way up to your ear.

“Let me show you how a real man should treat you.” He whispers in your ear, his voice rough with desire.

“Please do.” You whisper back. Closing your eyes as he continues to kiss down your jaw.

Next thing you know you're being pinned against the couch, Punk on top of you. His hands find their way to the edge of your shirt, tugging at it before he slides it off your torso. He throws it across the room as he leans up and slides his own shirt off, revealing all the colorful tattoos that cover his body. He leans back down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, the air between you two feeling electric with tension. Next thing you know he's undoing the buttons of your jeans, sliding them off to reveal a pair of lacy underwear. Punk broke the kiss to admire you for a moment, a grin plastered on his face.

“Fuck (Y/N).” He whispers as he moves to bury himself between your legs.

He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, hovering over your core. You let out a whine in protest of his teasing, causing Punk to chuckle.

“Calm down, I want to take my time with you.” He breathes out as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear.

Slowly, inch by inch he pulls them down. His eyes never leave yours as he does so. Once they're off he kisses his way back up, finally planting a kiss where you need him. Your hands immediately fly to his hair tugging him closer. He just lets out a dark chuckle and plants another kiss while staring into your eyes. He then slowly, meticulously licks a stripe up your core.

You let out a moan at the feeling, Punk smirks at the sound before burying himself face first into your pussy.

“You taste so fucking good..” Punk mutters against you.

He continues to devour you, slowly inserting a finger into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling, your walls clenching around his finger. He lets out a low groan, and then slips another finger inside. He continues to fuck you with his fingers while eating you out. Your moans become more frequent as you feel the familiar tightening of your core. Your walls tightening around Punk's fingers.

“Fuck Punk, I'm c-close.” You moan out.

He pulls away for a moment to look up at you. His fingers still moving inside you. His face is glistening with your juices as he smiles at you.

“Cum for me baby.” He then continues his assault until you can't hold it anymore.

You let go on his fingers with a loud moan. Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as Punk starts to slow down, trying to help you ride out your high. You lay there breathless, chest heaving. Punk climbs back on top of you and captures your lips in a soft passionate kiss. The taste of you on his lips driving you mad with need. He breaks away for a moment to slip off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free.

He lines himself at your entrance and looks into your eyes. He searches for any sign of hesitation, but finds none.

“Ready for me baby?” He asks softly.

You nod your head and his cocky smile comes back on his face as he starts to sink into you.

He lets out a low growl at the feeling of being inside of you. You let out a high pitched whine. He slowly sinks into you fully, bottoming out with a groan. His pace is slow at first, but he quickly picks up into a grueling fast pace. Your nails are digging into his back as he moves a hand to wrap it around your neck. He forces you to look at him as he squeezes your neck, not to hard but not too soft. Just enough to make you loose some of your breath as you stare into his eyes.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good.” He groans out as he trusts into you.

You just groan in response, your senses overwhelmed with the feeling of him. His scent filling your nose, as your breath comes in ragged gasps as he chokes you.

His pace starts to quicken as you both start to reach your climax. One hand is digging your nails into his back and the other is gripping his hair, pulling on the raven locks. He hisses at the feeling. Your walls tighten around him as your core tightens, ready to release.

“Fuck Punk!” You cry out.

“Cum with me.” He groans out as one hand moves down to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

You cry out as your orgasm hits, Punk’s closely following behind. He thrusts into you one last time, his cum spilling inside you. He collapses on top of you, you both panting. You look down at Punk as he reaches over and grabs your phone again. He open the camera and takes a picture of him laying on your bare chest. You watch as he sends it to your now ex boyfriend with a smirk on his face.

“How's it feel to be with a real man?” Punk quips.

“Really fucking good.” You breathe out smiling at him.

He leans up and plants a soft kiss to your lips.

“Now we've got that out of our system, let me take you on a date. Treat you how you deserve to be treated.” He smiles at you as he moves some hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“I’d like that.” You whisper softly, smiling at him. Forgetting about your douche ex boyfriend, just enjoying the company of Punk while you can.

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